#not proofread 🫡

[bluejeanstrash]

vampires pt. 3 | pt. 2 | pt. 1

tags: 2.2k, vampire! seungcheol x human reader, 18+, mdni, dubcon, rough sex, toxic codependency, emotionally volatile seungcheol, degradation (verbal and physical)

weeks, maybe even a month had passed since you’d last seen seungcheol. you couldn’t tell — time didn’t really exist within the walls of the castle. though gone, his absence was everywhere. it was an absence that made your guilt grow day by day — the weight of which was now suffocating you. what if he’d found another? he hadn’t even called for you once.

the first time seungcheol had ‘called for you’, you thought he was going to kill you. vampires never met with humans alone. they would use the slaves in groups or out in public but seungcheol wanted to see you privately. maybe since he was the one who captured you and brought you here, he felt he had the right to have you all to himself.

since that night he would call for you occasionally, fucking you alone, and until he was satisfied. but that had all stopped. until today. you’d been summoned at midnight, your mind a complete mess throughout the day. you’re not sure why you feel so anxious — you haven’t even done anything wrong. 

when it came to these nights, seungcheol had three simple rules:

one, you would be freshly bathed. he wanted you to be washed off traces of anyone else — coming to him pure, untouched. 

two, your hair would be tied in a single braid — neat, out of your face.

and third, you would be dressed in a modest white nightgown with nothing underneath, giving him easy access to you.

he was very particular. he liked things pretty, even during his kills. he would bring his prey back to the castle, groom them, and then when they were perfect, he would ruin them. much like when a beautifully plated dish adds to its flavour.

the others were different — jeonghan preferred his prey to be scared, fear coursing through their veins tasted the best; joshua toyed with his food before he killed them, giving them hope they could escape before dragging them back; mingyu was impatient, devouring them too soon and regretting it after; and wonwoo was calm, until the bloodlust would hit him. his frenzied kills were a complete terror.

it’s midnight now as you stand infront of the door, frozen. you look down at the intricate door handle, running you fingers over the grooves to calm yourself down, and after taking a deep breath, you knock.

‘enter’ seungcheol’s voice makes your heart race. it’s been so long since you’ve heard it. you walk into the dimly lit room, the hue from the candles casting a warm glow over everything. as custom, you kneel in front of the fireplace, waiting with your head lowered. the room where you would meet was gorgeous albeit ostentatious. the ornate double doors opened to an opulently decorated room. to the right was a small longue area in front of a fireplace which was never lit; opposite it was a four-poster bed and adjacent to both was a writing desk, placed directly in front of the huge stained glass windows. 

as you wait, you can feel seungcheol’s eyes on you, studying you intently from head to toe. you can hear his nails scrape the wooden desk, continuing to stare like he’s trying to find something wrong with you. but you look perfect. still, seungcheol feels a simmering rage within him.

he’d been furious ever since that day. how could you choose someone else? you were first and foremost, his, and for you to pick wonwoo was an insult he couldn’t allow. he’d thought after all this time he would feel differently, but he doesn’t. it was a mistake calling you here.

‘leave’ he dismisses you coldly but to his surprise, and annoyance, you don’t move. it’s foolish to defy him but you need to do something.

‘don't make me repeat myself’

‘master-’ 

‘get. out.’

‘master, please, i’m sorry’ you don’t know what else to say. you flinch at the sound of his chair being pushed back savagely. his steps are heavy and heated as he walks over, standing in front of you.

‘look at me’ you look up, meeting his eyes for the first time, feeling your cunt quiver.

‘you’re sorry? what exactly are you sorry for?’ he questions, finding it incredulous that you have the nerve to disobey him. 

‘i’m s-sorry if i upset you’ seungcheol scoffs, circling behind you. he paces quietly, back and forth, as the seconds pass in complete silence, and then you feel a searing sting. hot liquid hits your skin, making you cry out in pain. ‘you think you, a human, have the power to upset me?’ his voice is dripping with disdain.

he holds the candle above you, letting the burning wax drip onto your supple skin, watching how it rolls down and hardens on contact.

‘master, t-that hurts’ you stutter. seungcheol didn’t get off on your pain, so why was he making you feel it? he suddenly snakes his hand around your throat, pulling you up ‘exactly. it hurts and you don’t have the power to do anything’

‘you don’t have any power’ he reminds you ‘you’re just a weak, pathetic human’ his grip tightens like a noose, fingers digging dangerously deep into your skin.

you gasp as he squeezes tight before releasing you. ‘so helpless’ he mutters, his heavy breath caressing the bare skin of your shoulder, and all of a sudden he lifts your dress up and bends you over. being this close to you after weeks apart, seungcheol can’t control himself. he unzips his pants, pulling out his throbbing cock, and enters you — your cunt that's already sopping wet for him.

it's embarrassing how easily he slips in, your arousal coating his cock instantly. he laughs ‘i haven't even touched you yet and you're dripping wet? pathetic’ despite his words, he loves it. he needs more.

‘stand up’ he orders, his hand back around your throat as he pulls you closer, your back arching off him. he pushes into you completely, your warm cunt gripping him tight and starts thrusting. seungcheol groans, his gaze suddenly fixated on your elongated neck — your skin is taut and tender — it’s perfect. you feel his fangs graze against your stretched neck before he bites, his sharp teeth puncturing your skin as two lines of blood trickle down your neck. you should be scared, you should. so why does it feel almost erotic?

seungcheol drinks from you, your blood seeping into the cracks of his hungry lips as his thrusts hit deeper, his cock throbbing inside you so rapidly. ‘fuck...i need more’ he breathes, teeth sinking in again. seungcheol has always been able control himself, never letting his bloodlust take over, but you taste so sweet, it takes all his will to pull away. he realises this is his privilege, only his, something no one else would be ever be allowed to do — drink from his prey for pleasure. 

though he’s taken from you, it feels like he’s injected something far deeper into your veins. you feel bound to him. his presence is heightened — how good he feels inside you; stretching you open, filling you up. you can’t help but want more.

‘master, can i touch myself? please, you’re making me feel so good’ you beg.

he allows; your fingers on your cunt immediately, stimulating your clit.

‘y-yes’ you whine, needy little sounds spilling out with it ‘yes master…use me’ suddenly, he stops thrusting, keeping his hard cock inside you and asks,

‘who do you want to fuck the most hmmn? whose cock do you crave in your slave cunt?’ seungcheol growls, bringing back the very question that upset him, but this time he excepts the right answer.

‘y-yours master, i want you the most. i love getting fucked by my master’s cock’ he lets out a gruff moan at your words, pulling out and turning you around to face him. 

there’s a flicker of uncontrolled lust in his eyes ‘what did you just say?�� you repeat your words to him but seungcheol’s stuck on just the two. my master — him belonging to you and you to him. he grabs you by the throat, squeezing lightly ‘what are you doing to me?’ he mutters, feeling painfully possessive of the idea. but then the memory of you spread open, pushing wonwoo’s cum inside you returns. you gasp as his grip tightens.

‘how did it feel, hmm? pushing wonwoo’s cum inside you? you didn’t look like you wanted to get fucked by me, you looked like a dirty fucking whore’ seungcheol’s eyes go dark. for the first time tonight you’re scared, desperate not to upset him further.

‘tell me’ 

‘i felt nothing master’ you lie ‘i imagined it was yours. i wanted your cum on my fingers…i only want your cum inside me’ seungcheol inhales sharply, high on your words. ‘take off your dress’ he commands as you pull it off quickly. he unbuttons his shirt, almost ripping it off and in a single breath grabs your waist and lifts you, your legs wrapping around his waist and arms draped around his neck. his cold skin is pressed to your warmth as he carries you across the room, pushing you up against the stained glass windows.

it’s much too intimate a position to be in with you but he doesn’t care; he wants you. he enters you slowly, filling you up with a deep sensual stroke. you whimper, feeling all of him inside you.

‘master..please fuck me’ and he does. seungcheol fucks you passionate, making sure every thrust touches your deepest parts, addicted to the soft mewls spilling out of you. he keeps his eyes locked on yours like he’s searching for something in them. you can see they’ve turned a deep crimson in the moonlight — the dreamy moonlight that’s hitting his pale, almost translucent skin so beautifully, his jet black hair and blood stained lips in striking contrast to it. you’re suddenly taken by his beauty, feeling overwhelmed. so you drop your gaze, unable to keep his.

‘no’ he commands ‘you will look at me while i fuck you’ he picks up the pace, thrusting harder.

‘you’re mine’ he breathes ‘you’re mine before anyone else’s. understood?’

he buries his face in your neck, his lips finding where he’d drank from earlier and starts sucking on that spot hungrily. your taste…he can’t stop craving it. as soon as he gets a little taste his thrusts turn animalistic, eyebrows pulled tight as he pounds into you, balls slapping against your cunt. you gasp, tilting your head back, giving him more access. ‘fuck’ his cock twitches inside you.

seeing you offer your body to him like this was intoxicating. ‘look at me’ he moans, his eyes back on yours. then for the very first time, he kisses you. his kisses are hard and messy, matching his thrusts. he pushes his tongue into your mouth, finding yours as your kisses deepen. you need him now and so you beg,

‘master, bury your seed inside me. p-please, i haven’t felt you in so long’ it’s sick honestly — your desperate words and the immediate effect they have on him. seungcheol’s pushed to the brink of orgasm, and for a split second, he feels himself losing all control. taking your life, draining you of your sweet nectar as he cums inside you would be euphoric beyond belief, but he just can’t bring himself to do it. instead, he says,

‘cum with me’ the words coming out of his mouth are unthinkable.

‘you’re going to cum with me’ it’s an order now, and you let yourself feel the pleasure that’s been building. his lips are back on yours, kissing you with untamed desire. ‘m-master, i’m going to cum’ you whine, clamping around his pulsating cock and feeling it take over you — it’s primal the way this pleasure feels. you press yourself against him and moan ‘master, make me yours’ 

‘f-fuck’ he curses, fucking you against the window so violently as he cums, shooting his seed inside you while you’re still consumed by your high. seungcheol groans and just keeps going, pushing all his cum deeper and deeper inside as if he’s trying to breed you.

‘thank you master..’ you breathe as his pace slackens, his final thrusts slow. there’s a stillness that sets in as his cock slips out of you, your legs unwrapping around him to find the floor. you’re suddenly aware of how eerily silent the castle is tonight. did anyone else hear? it feels too intimate a moment to share. or that's what you think. seungcheol steps away from you, a sudden coldness coming off him.

‘you may leave’ his words are firm.

the overwhelming high from the sex comes crashing down in an instant and those useless human emotions that wonwoo loves so much take over; you feel humiliated, you feel jilted, you feel used. and then you feel tears start to form, your vision blurring. you can't let him see you like this. you drop your gaze and start to walk away, your steps slow in hopes he’ll stop you. but why would he? only lovers stay the night, slaves are sent their way. 

seungcheol watches you get dressed, suppressing the urge to pull you back to him. he can’t be attached to a human, that isn’t how it works. humans are disposable, meant to fuck and feast on. he can’t. you turn around and bow, catching his eye for a second and quickly look away. the door creaks open as he watches you leave. you feel like a mess as the door shuts softly, and behind it, so does he. 

[cheollipop]

new fic tomorrow 😌

[itsdelicate]

omgggg i think i’m done typing up my dissertation

[neixins]

can’t complain about an irl friend without revealing easily doxxable info about her…….. but just know that i think she’s a joke

[ragnars-tooth]

i think chapter 2 will be done tonight/tomorrow but i did also just sit and debate including a bee movie refernce for half an hour, so you see the issue

[aeyumicore]

i would like to propose an idea: pervert xavier and pervert zayne🫡

pervert!zayne & pervert!xavier (seperate)

━ .ᐟ✧ A/N: u stop that right now.....well anyways thx for inspiring me. took a break from sylus beyond cloudfall smut to write this. ENJOY (also i did nothing at work bc i was writing this if i get fired its ur fault sksksksk). also this is not proofread at all

━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, male masturbation, perv!zayne, using panties without consent, using photos for masturbation without consent, stealing panties, masturbating in a public setting, pervy zayne

Zayne slumps into his office chair, massaging his temples, exhausted after a 15 hour surgery. He smiles when he pulls out his cellphone, seeing several text messages from you.

[7:15 PM] Y/N: Miss you Zayne! Good luck in surgery!

[10:28 PM] Y/N: I'm getting sleepy, I hope you aren't. That would be horribly negligent ( •̀ - •́ )

[12:32 AM] Y/N: Going to sleep now, good night. I love you Zayne!

[12:32 AM] Y/N: (1 image attachment)

Zayne sighs when he opens the image you'd sent. It's an adorable photo of you under the covers, your sleepy smile illuminating the screen. You're wearing the matching PJ set he'd bought you recently, your eyes squinting from the camera flash as you make a ridiculous duckface. A kiss goodnight.

It's nothing but beautiful, pure, and innocent.

But then why was his cock so fucking painfully hard against the elastic drawstring of his scrubs?

"Sh-shit."

The raven haired surgeon glances at the time. 3:15 AM. There's no way you'd be awake.

His jaw tenses as he battles with what he knows is right and what he knows is wrong. It would be wrong to pleasure himself to the panties he'd stolen from your hamper, that he kept hidden away in the locked drawer of his office desk, that you had no idea he'd taken, right?

Surely, it would be okay. You were his girlfriend, after all. And he spent every waking minute of his life cherishing and protecting you. He'd never hurt you.

Screw it.

He lightly kicks off the ground, his office chair rolling over to the locked drawer of his office desk. With one hand, he's desperately undoing the ties of his scrub bottoms, the other hand fervently unlocking the locked drawer.

As soon as he frees his aching cock, already leaking and ready, he pulls the bottom of his scrub top up, placing the hem between his teeth. His patience wears thin, fingers already beginning to stroke himself before he even has your panties in his other hand.

With one hand, he holds his cellphone out so he can stare at the selfie you'd sent him, your beautiful and innocent face staring back at him.

Fuck, just the sight of your face was enough to get him off.

Zayne's other hand fumbles desperately until they finally meet the delicate lace material of the panties he'd kept hidden away in his office for several weeks now, but never had the audacity to use. He pulls them out with a shaky arm, draping them over his leaking cock.

The sight of the beautiful black lace against his pale aching skin sets him off, his fingers tightening around his shaft and jerking up and down.

"Y/N," he moans unabashedly, nearly forgetting he's still at the hospital. Your beautiful face fills his mind. Your eyes, your blush, your lips.

How beautiful would your lips look wrapped around his cock right now? How good would it feel if it was your lips enveloping around him right now and not his fingers?

"Y-Y/N," Zayne rasps, "I love you." He fists himself viciously, the wet sounds of his fist meeting his shaved pelvis ringing around his tidy and empty office. He wraps your panties around himself, letting the silky material heighten his pleasure, remembering how those panties looked when he pulled them off of you with his teeth.

He moans at the perverted thoughts, muffled from his teeth still gripping onto his scrubs to give him better access to pleasure himself.

It'd been a while since he'd been able to see you, your hectic schedules having conflicted for the past few days. Zayne missed you so terribly. Of course, he longed for the physical intimacy. The way you knew just how to touch him, to kiss him, to shake him to his core without even knowing it.

But more than anything, he missed how you you would look at him, smile at him and remind him why he was breathing.

"Fuck," he curses through his gritted teeth, "I love you so fucking much." Unable to hold himself back, his hips begin to buck up into his fist, and at this point he's basically fucking his palm that's clad with your used panties.

He tosses his phone onto his desk, needing to grip onto the arm of the chair to keep it in place with how vigorously his pelvis is rolling into his fist.

"J-Just like that, my love," he moans, fully losing his mind, imagining you on his lap, riding him in this very office.

At his breaking point, he throws all remaining sensibility to the wind, letting all lust take over. He grabs your panties and brings them to his nose, taking a lung full of your scent. Zayne's eyes roll back as your pheromones evade his senses, and he comes undone explosively all over his desk.

His motions slow to a halt as his brain finally clears. He slowly releases his aching cock, his scarred hands absolutely dripping in his cum and he lets out a broken sigh.

Guiltily, he sets your panties back down and cleans up his mess. It's not until moments later, as he's carefully placing it back into the locked drawer, that he realizes his orgasm was so powerful that some of it had shot onto the delicate black lace.

Zayne grimaces as he wipes his cum off of your panties, thoroughly upset with himself having ruined something so precious to him.

Surely, you wouldn't miss another pair. Right?

━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, male masturabation, perv!xavier, using pillow/bed without consent, pillow humping, phone sex without consent?, implied pre-relationship xavier, pervy xavier

I shouldn't.

That's what Xavier told himself.

But she said I could.

That was all the convincing it took for Xavier to push the door of your room open, excitement taking over as he took in the surroundings of your empty bedroom.

It'd only been one week since you'd been sent away on a Hunter's expedition and he was going insane. As your partner, he'd normally be sent with you, but the Association had asked him to stay behind as they needed to split up the manpower this time around.

And of course, you'd asked him to come over and house sit. Water your plants, bring in the mail, open up some windows.

He sat on the edge of your bed, letting his fingers glide off the smooth fabric of your comforter.

God, he missed you.

He can't stop himself from flopping over, letting his hair hit your pillow. You had said it'd be okay for him to stay over if he ever needed to. But that was months ago. And you probably didn't mean in your bed.

He can't find it in himself to sit back up as your scent fills his nostrils, with his face so close to your pillow. Xavier looks up at the ceiling.

So this is where you sleep. This was what you saw when you fell asleep every night. When you dreamt. Did you dream of him? Did you think of him like he thought of you?

God it smells just like you.

No, he shouldn't.

Xavier shifts to his side, fully intending on getting up. But your pheromones are so overpowering that he finds his face fully buried in your pillow.

"Y/N..." he groans, "I miss you." Xavier moans as he feels the familiar ache growing in his crotch. The situation he's put himself in doesn't help at all, your smell only making him more sensitive, the precariousness of his position in your bed making him more excitable.

Xavier shifts, the angle of his erection becoming painful as it continues to harden into the plush of your mattress. But that only makes things worse, the friction of his subtle movements making his eyes roll.

"Fuck, baby," he whimpers into your pillow, his cheeks burning with shame. He grabs two fistfuls of your comforter to try and steady his irregular breathing and calm himself down.

But he's much too far gone.

Xavier rolls his hips into your bed, chasing more friction, more pleasure.

"Hah—hah," he pants, practically drooling into your pillow, "Y/N..." But it's not enough. With one hand, he reaches down, undoing his pants and reaching in to free his cock. It springs free, pressing nakedly into the soft fabric of your bed.

He humps into your bed, his precum smearing messily into your comforter, but he can't find it in himself to care.

But it's still not enough. He wanted you.

With one hand, he grabs your pillow, throwing it under his hips and between his thighs. The perverted thought of your beautiful face resting on that same pillow that he’s so desperately fucking into, without a single clue, drives him utterly insane. 

Xavier’s hips rock erratically into your pillow, his cock jerking against the soft fabric of your pillow case. With every stroke, he continues to leak messily, as if purposely marking his territory, wanting to leave pieces of himself behind. 

“Feels–ngh–so good angel,” he moans into your blanket, his hips bucking wildly now, pretending they were thrusting into you, pounding into your perfect ass. 

“All mine,” he slurs, delirious, nearly about to cum into your pillow, “You’re mine, Y/N.”

But then his phone rings, the vibrations violently interrupting his impending orgasm. 

Xavier freezes, seeing your face light up his screen. He fumbles with his phone, struggling to press the red button. 

Decline. Decline.

“Xavier?”

Shit.

“H-Hey Y/N.”

Xavier groans inwardly, cursing himself, his heart pounding. But the sound of your voice only makes him harder, needier.

“How’s it going? I’m coming home tomorrow! You miss me?”

“It’s going good,” he says breathlessly, his hips continue to move, no matter how much he knows he should stop. Somehow, being on the phone with you only excites him more, the pleasure growing immeasurably unbearable. 

“You okay?” 

Your voice sounds concerned, and Xavier’s heart hammers at the idea that you can tell something is up. Is his voice too shaky?

“No, I’m good. Why?” Xavier bites his lip to hold back a moan, your voice driving him to the point of madness. With your voice in his ear, it’s impossible not to imagine your face in his mind. Your face, taking his cock repeatedly. Your face, cumming on his cock. Your face, taking him down your throat. Your face, calling out his name.

“Xavier.”

Xavier’s eyes widen as you call out his name, biting the inside of cheek until he can taste the metallic rust of blood in his mouth. 

“I miss you!”

His hips falter as he comes undone, exploding all over your bed. His hips continue to roll, his body naturally riding out his orgasm, his fingers gripping his phone so tightly that his knuckles turn white. 

“I-I miss you–too,” Xavier rasps, doing his damn best to keep his voice steady, praying to the stars that you don’t suspect anything. His body continues to fuck into your bed instinctually, his mind still filled with images of you under him, begging for mercy as you leak his cum. 

“Okay, I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

The call disconnects with a beep and Xaveir finally releases the breath he’d been holding, his entire body shaking with violent gasps. He props himself on his elbows, his entire body quivering, to glance down at the mess he’d created.

Xavier can’t even find it in himself to feel guilty, as he thinks about the fact that he can finally see you tomorrow. 

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A Chance

My Wife part 3

Part 1 | Part 2

↝pairing: Season1!Daryl Dixon x wife!reader

↝warning: things are rough between Daryl and Reader, death, cursing, arguing, walkers, ect. The usual twd stuff, angst, reader wears Daryl's clothes ( but as a big girl myself, we can just ignore how he's a twig and that's most likely unrealistic 🫡), not proofread

↝⎙ 1.30.25

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Daryl Dixon, or any character from The Walking Dead. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

Daryl Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Daylight broke and Andrea hadn't moved.

Daryl grumbled about Amy turning, but you quickly shot him down each time. People grieve in different ways. Andrea knew what she had to do when the time came.

"Y'all can't be serious." Daryl huffed, watching Andrea through squinted eyes, "Let that girl hamstring us? The dead girl's a time-bomb." He seethed.

"Daryl," You glared up at him, rubbing the scratch on your upper arm. "Don't be insensitive."

"We ain't got time for this." He seethed, glaring back at you.

You stood, "She lost her sister, not her smarts. She knows what to do."

He stepped closer, putting his weight on one leg, slightly slouching to be eye level with you. Maybe he was trying to be intimidating, but it didn't work. You had seen the dark, sad parts of him. He will never be able to scare you or berate you with actions or words. "And if she don't?"

"What do you suggest?"Rick questioned Daryl, stopping the oncoming argument.

Daryl stepped closer to Rick, bringing his fingers to his temple, "Take the shot. Clean, in the brain from here. Hell, I can hit a turkey between the eyes from this distance."

"No," Lori spoke up, "For God's sake, let her be."

Dary scoffed before walking off. In turn, you eyed the back of Andrea's head. She knew what she had to do, right? You hoped so.

Pulling your eyes away from her, you looked around at all of the bodies. Most were people who you had just seen, laughing and eating. Others were the dead that had wandered from the city.

Shutting your eyes, your hand automatically went to your wrist, the tightly woven thread helping to ground you. Your fingers traveled down to your left hand, the wedding ring soothing against your fingertips, a contrast to the thick thread of the collar/ bracelet on your wrist.

Daryl looked up as he helped drag a body across the ground. He watched you, watched your movements; a desperate search for comfort.

- time skip -

Daryl stomped away, not understanding why Amy and Jim were not being taken care of. They were "ticking time bombs". They were liabilities. In the new world, there was not time to grieve. Sneering at the thought, he yanked the tent flap back, watching you jump, immediately wiping under your eyes.

His eyes trailed over you in the silence of the moment. You needed comforting. He wanted to comfort you. He really did. But he had a feeling those tears were his doing. He shouldn't have taken his frustration out on you, knowing you had witnessed something horrific.

The tent opening fell down as he walked away.

Your hands instantly went back to your face, muffling the sobs that raked your body.

-

Sweat had mixed with the dirt and grime, caking your skin as you helped bury the bodies. The bright sun beat down, causing you to squint.

Daryl kept an eye on you from a distance. Neither of you had uttered a word to each other since the morning. You were both too stubborn.

Backing his truck up, bodies in the bed of it, Daryl caught sight of you looking up through the side mirrors. Just as quickly, you looked away and got back to digging, ignoring Rick and Shane's argument to your left. Turning the truck off, Daryl jumped out, slamming the door.

He made his way to where you, Rick, and Shane were digging holes for the friends you had light the night prior. "I still think it's a mistake not burning these bodies. It's what we said we'd do, right? Burn 'em all, wasn't that the idea?"

"At first."

Daryl scoffed, "The Chinaman gets all emotional, says it's not the thing to do, we just follow 'em along? These people need to know who the hell's in charge here- what the rules are."

"And who the hell's in charge, Daryl? It sure as hell ain't you."

Daryl scoffed again, watching as you glared at him, waiting for him to reply, from where you had jumped down in a freshly dug hole.

"There are no rules." Rick countered Daryl's statement.

"Well, that's a problem." Lori walked past Daryl's truck, children and their mothers behind her. "We haven't had one moment to hold onto anything of our old selves. We need time to mourn, and we need to bury our dead. It's what people do." With that, she turned and walked away, not caring to hear what anyone thought about that.

-

Feeling disgusting, you had made your way back to the tent. Not having any clothes, you opted for something of Daryl's. His cut shirts weren't ideal, but they were cooling and non-restricting. His old work pants fit loose, but that's not anything string couldn't fix.

Buttoning the second to last button of the dingy shirt, you heard the opening of the tent begin to unzip. You moved to cover yourself, but ultimately relaxed when Daryl stepped in. He looked up, scanning your body before glancing behind himself, making sure nobody had seen you changing from over his shoulder. He zipped the flap back up, before simply standing there. He was slightly hunched over, as were you, thanks to the small tent.

It was silent.

Your fingers went back to the button, as you ignored your husband's presence.

Daryl moved closer, standing behind you. The air around you two changed. His head fell to your shoulder, his own grime mixing with yours. He stayed there, vulnerable. This was his way of apologizing.

Your body relaxed further, sinking back into him. His arms snaked around your middle, holding you close.

"It's okay." You whispered, only loud enough for him to hear, and not to disturb this newfound peaceful atmosphere. He nodded, moving his hands to your hips, turning you around. His fingers made quick work of buttoning the last button for you.

-

The next morning, everyone was getting ready to leave for the C.D.C. Rick was out in the field, talking to a man named Morgan, the guy who had saved Rick’s life. Lori, Carol, and the kids were helping to load everything into cars. You helped Daryl load up his truck. Hopping onto the tailgate, you helped pull Daryl’s bike up, gently laying it on the truck bed.

“Are ya willin’ to put your life in his hands?” Daryl helped you jump down, glancing at Rick in the distance. Daryl was looking to you for answers. You were always the more level-headed of the two. Daryl would follow you into fire, he’d follow you to the end of the world. And you just might be doing that.

“I think you have to hope there’s a safe place out there. If we don’t hope for it, then we won’t get it. Hope is all we’ve got.” You patted his chest, before walking by him. He watched you, before slamming the rusted tailgate closed.

-

The wind blew through your hair, cooling your face. Daryl drove, one hand on the steering wheel, the other near his mouth as he nipped at his fingernails. The leg that was not being used for the gas and brake pedals slightly shook, a trailer to his nerves. You rode in silence.

“”M sorry–‘bout yesterday.” He spoke up first, biting his thumb nail. You turned your head, looking at his side-profile. He didn’t dare to glance at you.

“I know. I am too. We were both on edge; said some things. It’s alright.”

He nodded, pulling his thumb from his mouth. “Ya think Merle’s alright?”

You thought about it. Daryl had told you what they found on the roof and what they had run into.

“I think he’s a tough fucker to kill.” Daryl let out an entertained huff, “He had enough energy to steal the van, so there’s a high chance he’s okay…maybe.”

Daryl let your words marinate. Letting out a deep exhale, he swapped hands on the wheel, placing his right one of your knee. You moved closer to him, placing your hand over his.

-

Guilt was eating at you.

You had all left Jim under a tree. Sure, it was per his request, but that didn’t stop the shame bubbling in your gut. Even miles from where he sat, you had a frown on your face, thinking of him. The turning was inevitable. But the thought of him having to sit there and deal with the feeling of his bones being made of glass, cutting into him with the slightest move, having to deal with that all on his own, hurt you.

Daryl felt the tension in the truck. You sat closer to the door, hands in your lap.

His hand moved toward the radio, before cursing himself. That wouldn’t work in the apocalypse

Grumbling, he leaned over, opening the glove box and blindly digging through. Pulling a cassette tape out, he plucked it into the truck, twisting the volume knob.

It’s what Jim wanted, you kept reminding yourself. But it didn’t make you feel any better about yourself. You just hoped he wasn’t in pain for much longer.

-

Daryl tapped your arm, watching you blink awake. The melody had settled you to a light slumber. Still groggy from sleep, you took in your surroundings. For a moment, you forgot that the world went to shit. The sky was turning a dark orange, sun setting in the distance. But as you sat up in the seat, you could see the bodies on the ground, bugs buzzing above them.

“Wanna get out?” Daryl stared at you as you looked at the huge building through the windshield. Even more bodies laid in front of the building, flies swarming them. Some bodies were mindlessly wandering around.

This was the C.D.C?

Without giving a response, you opened your door, jumping out. Daryl followed, grabbing his crossbow and a shotgun from the floorboard. Walking around the truck, he pressed the gun to your side, getting your attention. You grabbed it and began following everyone to the building.

The stench alone almost had you hurling.

“Alright, everybody,” Shane began whispering, “Keep moving. Go on. Stay quiet. Let’s go.”

The constant buzzing of flies and the horrible smell of decay just might be your own personal hell.

Finally, you were a few feet from the building. Rick and Shane beat on the roll-up doors.

“There’s nobody here.” T-Dog swayed on his feet, turning to look over his shoulder every few seconds.

“Then why are these shutters down?” Rick was holding onto hope; he had to.

“Walkers!” Daryl pulled you by the arm, putting you behind him.

Children screamed, guns cocked, feet shuffled.

“You led us into a graveyard!” Daryl turned, making his way toward Rick. His nostrils flared. Fury behind his eyes.

You stepped in front of him, separating him and what he wanted to do out of anger and frustration.

“He made a call!” Dale interjected.

Daryl rounded you, “It was the wrong damn call!”

Shane stopped Daryl. “Just shut up. You hear me? Shut. Up. Shut up!” He pushed Daryl back, pointing at him.

You quickly walked over, grabbing Daryl’s shoulder before the whole thing could escalate.

Shane turned, walking back to Rick, who still stood at the shutters. “Rick, this is a dead end.”

“Where are we gonna go?” Carol held onto her daughter, but was ignored.

Night was blanketing the sky–fast. You could barely see where the cats were parked from where you stood.

Shane continued, “Do you hear me? No blame.”

Lori acknowledged Carol, “She’s right. We can’t be here, this close to the city after dark.”

“Fort Benning, Rick-still an option.”

“On what?” Andrea stepped forward, glowering. “No food, no fuel. That’s 100 miles.”

“125. I checked the map.” Glenn corrected.

Carl clung to Lori’s legs. She stared at her husband, “Forget Fort Benning! We need answers tonight, now.”

“We’ll think of something.” Rick tried, not meeting his wife’s eyes.

“C’mon!” “Let’s go!” “Let’s get out of here!” Everyone began to make their way back to the vehicles, “Alright, everybody back to the cars. Let’s go, move.”

“The camera– It moved!”

“You imagined it.”

“It. Moved.” Rick didn’t think anything of Dale’s words, walking closer to the camera near the doors. “It moved.”

“Rick, man. It’s an automated device. It’s gears, okay? They’re just winding down. Now come on. Man, just listen to me.” Shane grabbed Rick by his upper arm, trying to drag him away. “Look around this place. It’s dead, okay? It’s. Dead. You need to let it go, Rick!”

Rick pushed Shane off, going to the shutters and beating against them again. He stared up into the camera.

“Rick! There’s nobody here!” Lori yelled.

Rick ignored her, “I know you can hear me!”

Shane began ushering everyone back to the cars. “Everybody get back to the cars, now!”

Rick didn’t budge. “Please, we’re desperate. Please help us.” He begged, “We have women, children, no food, hardly any gas left.”

Lori thrusted Carl onto you, seeing as you were the closest to her, and ran over to Rick. She grabbed him. “Rick-”

“We have nowhere else to go-”

“There’s nobody here.”

Rick continued to pound on the doors.

Carl clung tighter to you.

“Keep your eyes open.” Shane ordered.

“If you don’t let us in, you’re killing us! Please!” Rick yelled at the top of his lungs.

Shane went over, pushing Lori away and grabbing Rick by his shoulders. “Come on, buddy. Let’s go.”

Carl pushed himself closer to you, hearing his father so desperate but to no avail.

Rick fought against getting dragged back, still staring into the camera, “Please help us.”

People shouted. Carl’s tears soaked into your /Daryl’s/ pants.

“You’re killing us! YOU’RE KILLING US!”

Shane shoved Rick away, watching his face crumble.

“You’re killing us.”

Your eyes widened, holding Carl closer, as a bright light nearly blinded you. The shutters opened, rolling up slowly. A hissing echoed. Everyone gawked, not knowing what to do.

“Daryl, you cover the back.” Shane ordered. Carl let go, running to his mother.

You cocked your gun, joining Daryl. He glanced at you, a questioning gaze set on you. You simply blinked at him, in shock.

Everyone walked toward the light, looking around and gawking at the interior. It smelt clean, a contrast to the horrid, rotting smell outside.

“Hello? Hello?!”

“Close those doors.”

“Watch for walkers.”

“Hello?”

A gun cocking had the group readying themselves, wildly looking around for the source.

A man stood in the shadows, gun in hand. “Anybody infected?”

“One of our group was. He didn’t make it.” Rick answered the unknown man.

“Why are you here?” The man stepped forward, “What do you want?” He put the gun down, looking at all of your grime-covered faces.

“A chance.”

Part 4

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[bootycallin]

bush enthusiast vi… mhm mhm 🫡 cw: nsfw utc. wlw. swearing. cunnilingus. pet names (cupcake, babe, etc.). unshaven reader if u couldn’t tell. this woman’s a munch and i’m dying on that hill. not proofread.

to say vi was surprised was an understatement.

inside, she was almost distraught. first you were making out on your couch, then her hand slipped under your shirt and that’s when it started to get heated. she was kissing down the valley of your breasts, feeling you up, all the way down to your stomach and right before she could reach her heaven between your legs—

“vi, wait,” you stopped her. your hand, previously cradling the back of her head, grasped slightly at her hair, tugging ever so slightly at the strands.

she looks up at you with the most confused gaze. you’ve never stopped her from going down on you before. had she gone too quick? had she made you uncomfortable, hurt you? there were a million questions running through her head. but, only one came out.

“what’s wrong, cupcake?” she asked, palms pressing into your thighs. she was in between your legs, calves thrown over her broad shoulders. she never tried to deny it was her favorite position. she could die with a smile if it meant being buried between your legs.

“you… don’t want me to…?” her breath was right on your pelvis as she looked up at you, almost like a confused puppy. “i mean, not gonna make you, you just— never say no, yknow?”

“i know, i—“ you blush a bit at being called out like that. she wasn’t lying, you never said no to her eating you out. not her fault her tongue game was diabolical, to say the least.

“it’s just…” you paused, caressing the back of her head slightly as you wonder how to phrase it, unsure of how she would react. until you said to hell with it… you’ve been dating for long enough. surely she would understand, right?

“i haven’t shaved,” you whispered, almost so quiet she couldn’t hear it.

she blinks up at you a few times, the silence stretching out between you. you can’t look at her, embarrassment growing.

“so-“

“so what?”

she cuts you off before you can finish your sentence, squeezing your thighs a little tighter.

“you think i care about that, babe?” she chuckled. it wasn’t a mocking sound, but it was genuinely amused. like the mere idea of her not pleasuring you because you haven’t shaved was ridiculous. because, to be fair, it was.

“come on. i spent years in prison. you think i shaved back then?” she hooked a thumb under the hem of your underwear, not letting you protest as she shuffles your thighs a bit so she can pull them off and be met with your already wet cunt—just waiting for her. she kisses your clit, open-mouthed and messy and needy. her nose is pressed against the hair you tried to hide, shamelessly, as she licks a long stripe from your swollen nub and down your slit, briefly licking your slick entrance. she pulls away only for a second, just to speak, breath hot against your exposed cunt:

“you’re fuckin’ crazy if you think a little hair’s gonna stop me from eating this pretty fucking pussy.”

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[bluesidez]

Can I request a Miguel O'Hara x Curvy reader where they both get intoxicated from sex pollen ??

[Sticky-Icky]

lab taster: @waterinthefire 🩻

pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Curvy!Reader

summary: He's a lot less irritating when he puts his mouth to better use.

content warning: a PWP but you guys know me (there's a little plot), this is so 18+ that it's crazy so MDNI, sex pollen (or more like Miguel is playing around and doesn't know wtf he's doing), unprotected p in v sex (WRAP IT UP 🫵🏾) manhandling, temperature play if you squint, standing 69, facefucking, creampies, wrong use of webs, biting, breeding, spitting, squirting, cunnilingus, fellatio, fluff if you squint...I think that's it. my god.

word count: 4.3k, halfway proofread

a/n: Listening to Sticky by Ravyn Lenae inspired part of this. Also watching several episodes of Kitchen Nightmares, Hell’s Kitchen, and Law & Order: SVU in the bg kept me sane. And one more rewatch of ATSV.

My duty as a fanfic writer is fulfilled as I give you this mandatory trope. 🫡

When you first started working at Spider HQ, you were amazed by the fact that one man was able to create all of this.

It was astounding, beyond what the gray tones of Nueva York could ever present to you.

Now, you think back to your glittering eyes during the first year working here and laugh.

Working for Miguel O’Hara was like squeezing a watermelon through a straw. He was impossible.

Nothing you did was ever satisfactory for him. Something could always be fixed. Sometimes, you wonder why he still kept you employed here.

Currently, he was turning his nose up at a salve you were working on for spiders whose healing time wasn’t nearly as quick as others.

“Run a new test. This batch is no good.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“The formula could be better, it’s too thick, and why does it smell like that?”

The scent was similar to one you wore often and a lot of the spider-people that swung by the pharmacy seemed to like it.

“Uh, jade tea.”

The pinch in Miguel’s eyebrows deepened as he sniffed the air.

“Switch it to something else.”

You huffed, already tired of this conversation, “Well, what smell do you suggest?”

“Anything but this.”

“How about lavender, then? Perhaps peppermint.”

“And now, you’re being childish,” Miguel put the tin down before placing his hands on his hips. “You know there’s spider-people who can’t smell too much of that.”

“Yeah, I got it.”

He plopped a giant file on your desk, “Deal with that later. I need you to work on something else. For some reason, villains across dimensions are obtaining access to a substance similar to rapture. Every time there’s a mission, the spider-person of that dimension has been left affected. I need something to subside the effects until we can get them back here.”

“Ok, well do you have the substance with you?”

“No. But I’ll get you something soon. For now, I have a year’s worth of research on rapture. It should be of some use.”

You took the rubber band off of the manilla folder, something so old school for this era of tech.

You saw a line of formulas that started to make your head spin.

“Are there a lot of people affected right now?”

“Only a few. They’ve used the leftover solution I made a long time ago. It’s only going to work for so long,”

“Good. I need to sleep on this.”

Miguel’s head knocked back an inch, “Are you refusing work? The state of the heroes of different universes relies on this research. It’s not some science project-“

“I understand completely, Miguel, but I’m off the clock.”

He stopped and checked his watch, the red six o’clock burning back on him.

“I only work the hours you pay me, Spidey,” you reach to pat his arm and regret it when his stern face doesn’t move.

“Not interested in paid overtime?”

You bit your cheek to stop the laugh from coming out.

“That’s nice and all, but I’ve got plans.”

“Like what?”

“Like resting, sleeping, not touching lab work with a you-sized pole. All of these are things you aren’t familiar with. Plus, I have a date.”

A pause went through the room as you started to gather your things.

“Since when do you date?”

You push your chair under your desk harder than you mean to, “Since when do you care?”

“I,” he follows to the elevator, “care about my employees.”

“Sure, Miguel.”

If it weren’t for your tired state, you would think he looks a little sad at your statement.

“See you tomorrow, then?”

The doors start to close as you nod your head, Miguel’s gaze stuck just above your head.

Weird. Just like his frequent stops to your lab.

The feeling doesn’t leave your gut even as you’re smiling in your date’s face.

One minute, you’re laughing at a story about some amateur skateboarders Downtown, and the next, an electric billboard is being covered in tiny nano-spiders across the street.

“So the guy just takes one step on the board and then he’s flying. A straight line across the park.”

“That’s,” the spiders start to crawl into different lines. Then a logo forms, displaying the spider on Miguel’s suit next to an exclamation point. “So hilarious.”

Your date chuckles then follows your gaze, the silence too long, “Is there something wrong?”

The nano-spiders flipped around, the regular billboard showing like normal. You squint.

“No, I thought I saw something. Must have been my imagination.”

“You did say you were a little tired from work. Should we raincheck? We can always catch a movie another time.”

You wanted to say no, you’d been looking forward to tonight.

The billboard flickered to a little picture of Lyla with “SOS” above her head.

“Yeah, I should probably get going. Sorry about this.”

The way he doesn’t sweat you practically ditching him makes your heart pang. You’re already dreading another night exhausted and alone. Your date seemed promising.

You wave at him from your taxi, the route leading back to Spider HQ feeling like torture. You unclasp your purse and check your gizmo.

40 missed messages.

It’s not until you’re walking into the regular lobby that you turn it on.

“What is so important that you waste Margo’s time to interrupt my time?”

Lyla pops in your peripheral, hands up and wary, “I’m only doing what boss asks! Don’t get mad at me.”

“Lyla, why am I back here right now?”

“Well, Miguel has gotten himself in some particular trouble.”

You punch the elevator button, “Get to the point, please.”

“He went into your lab to try and start the solution he talked about earlier. After his first accident, he’s never had any luck with lab work, so uh. He’s kind of made a mess.”

The elevator moves and you look at Lyla, “What kind of mess?”

The doors open and you can smell it before you see it.

It’s poignant, like perfume soaked roses and patchouli. The scent hits you hard enough to make you grip the metal opening as you come out.

“What exactly did he do?” you breathe out.

Your limbs start to shake, nerves drumming from the inside out. A weight feels like it landed on your core, your stomach twitching as you continued to take in whatever had transpired.

“Something about DNA splicing and plants. I can trace his movements back if you’d like, but I’m also currently trying to figure out how to reverse it.”

“Great.”

You swing open the door to a disheveled Miguel. He’s sweating profusely as he tries to clean up your lab desk.

Before you can even begin to yell he’s fussing, “Lyla, I told you not to call her!”

“But you obviously don’t know what you’re doing.”

He bites his lip as he tries not to look at you, fingers trembling as he starts to store materials back into their drawers.

“Thought you had a date.”

“And I thought I told you stay away from my station,” you feel like a baby deer walking over to him.

When you get closer he sucks in his breath like you cut him, stopping in his tracks.

“I don’t think you should be near me,” he grunts. His eyes are dark, lips swollen with the way he’s biting them.

“What are you talking about? I’m trying to help you.”

You round the corner of the desk, the image of you two almost comical. Miguel moves to the edge of the desk, chest moving faster, while you chase after him trying to get a hand on his forehead.

He felt extremely cold compared to the numbness of your palm, despite how flushed he looked. His eyes close as your hand slides from his head to his neck, muscles there tensing.

“Please. Don’t,” he whispers.

“Who else is coming here to save you?” you ask, frustrated. “What did you do anyway?”

He doesn’t answer as he peers at you. Your heart is beating faster and you can’t tell if it’s because of the air or because of the way he looks like he’s about to climb you.

Every move you made felt like sharp pricks in your skin, the tight material of your dress digging into your hips. It felt like the ends of burning flames and you wanted it off. Your breaths were picking up and you couldn’t quite comprehend what was going on other than Miguel being your cooling solution.

“Miguel,” you sounded like you ran a marathon when all you did was step into his space.

“It’s the shocking formula that I screwed up. That’s why everything feels-“

“Like I need you,” you interrupt. “Like I want you on top of me.”

The insides of your thighs were fighting against themselves to stay together, the urge to let your legs fall around him strong.

“That’s just the chemicals talking. W-we can get somewhere safe and separated.”

You grab the back of his neck and pull yourself even closer, his hands gripping the table like a lifeline as he groans.

“So you don’t want me?” you press against him, caging a knee around him right next to his hand. “You don’t think about me?”

You can almost feel his heartbeat matching yours as you pull yourself up.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You don’t wonder how I feel when you come into my lab snooping around? How I feel when you come in here barking orders?”

Your face is in his neck and you feel yourself clench around nothing as you take a deep breath. He smells like coffee and fabric softener, but there’s an underlying wave of musk. Of something so unbelievably him and you want to keep that scent close forever.

“I imagine you’re annoyed. But a job is a job.”

“But you still come in here asking for things you know someone else can do,” your panties are soaked, and from the way his nose flares, you know he knows. “Why?”

His teeth grit as you start to grind on him, the feeling giving you an inch of relief that only makes you want more.

“I, I don’t- It’s because I,” the counter began to crack under his hands. His muscles were pulled taut. “Dios, ayúdame.”

Maybe you were wrong, and your hazy mind only brought thoughts from the subconscious one.

“Fine. I get that you don’t like me but could you at least give me some type of relief?” you were whining in his ears at this point, a complete 180 of how you left him earlier today. With every grind of your hips, you left noises in his skin, desperate.

The desk made a terrible sound as Miguel finally lets go and grabs around your waist. Your breath is slammed out of you as your back hits the wall, Miguel’s hand holding your head to stop it from crashing into the wall too.

Your throat makes a gargled sound as Miguel licks down your jaw, his talons ripping into your dress. His tongue swipes into your mouth, breaths rapid as he finally gets a taste.

“I do like you. More than I should,” his words were passed right into you. “You and your smart mouth.”

“Then stop talking and do something about it.”

A yank in your hair stops your complaints, Miguel kissing down your side. Every press of his lips left a chilly flutter. Your hips are moving frantically, patience wearing thin. Right as you’re about to say something again, he flips you, the layers of your dress falling as he rips into your panties.

The blood rushes to your head as he takes a bite into your thigh, sucking as your legs fall to his shoulders.

You moan his name, hands gripping at his thighs. His kisses led to your lips, swollen and dripping. From your clit to your entrance, he groaned as he covered you, drinking like you were water in the middle of the night.

You felt like you were going to slip, but Miguel’s arms were looped around your legs, not letting go. His suit was in your way, your mouth salivating as his crotch stared back at you. Your fingers could only dig as far as his suit allows and you have half a mind to call Lyla to disengage it.

“Please,” you sigh as you rub his bulge with your cheek. “I need it so bad.”

“Cállate,” he hums, face delving deeper into you. The sound of him licking up every drop echos off the cool walls and the light of his suit dims away letting you see what you’ve been waiting for.

His length hits your chin, precum spilling down and you’ve never been more excited for a man to go commando. You open your mouth and let your breath hit him as you take a swipe down to his balls.

Miguel’s grunts and shifts his hips back. His tip swerves around your face as he tries to find your mouth without unlatching his jaw from your sex. You help out with the last bit of sanity you have, and once you wrap your lips around him, his hips snap hard onto you.

All you can feel is Miguel entering you from top to bottom, his hands keeping you stationed in your position. There’s no room to do anything as he’s devouring you and taking your breath away at the same time. Two of his fingers sink into you, and you jerk from the difference between his skin and his tongue.

Miguel nibbles at the hood of your clit, urging you to be still. Whenever his fingers leave you, his pelvis fills your senses. Your throat gags around him, spit building to keep up with his thrusts.

“So good,” he hums. His pace picks up and the tears in your eyes fall to the floor. “Made for me. Only me.”

Your fingers wrap around his thighs and squeeze tight, your vision fading as you try to take in pockets of air. The shake in your legs and the broken moans that escaped your lips only ignited him.

“Bebé,” his hips stutter. He’s sloppy as he drools over the entrance, voice loud. “Bebé, you’re so, ngh.”

He cums down your throat, balls twitching against your face. You close your eyes and try to swallow everything, jaw aching. Miguel groans your name as he slides his dick out to the tip, a few spurts still landing on your lips. You cough, position making everything go north.

The taste of him was delicious, but you needed more of him elsewhere. Your mouth was as drenched as your cunt and yet you still felt empty.

When Miguel flips you back upright, you’re ready to pounce on him again. The state of you both is alarming. Your breasts have completely fallen out of your dress, that black thing barely holding on by its zipper. Miguel’s suit is phasing in and out in the most obscene places. There’s slick up to his eyebrows and his cum is all over your cheeks.

He grabs your jaw and runs his tongue over your face, cleaning up his mess. You let him live in his own bubble before that burning in your core came back.

Your nails dig into his shoulders and your whispers of “more” come to light. You’re clawing at him like a cat begging him to do something, anything, to make this feeling go away.

“Miguel,” you gasp as he sinks his teeth into your skin. “Miguel, it hurts. Fix it, Miggy, please.”

You guide his hands down your body and place them on your ass. His touch sates you for only a moment, but your body reacts as if he needs to be deep in your bones. He spreads your ass and groans as the sound of how eager you are for him follows.

“You’re not ready,” are the words that make you even more frustrated. Your hands pushing and pulling at him, ready to try and put him where you want him to go.

He clicks his teeth and flexes his wrists. His webs tie your wrists together, neon red strings leaving a buzz on your skin. He yanks your dress off and you stumble with the motions.

The clinical room doesn’t aid the building heat you feel, but Miguel turning you around and pressing you into the wall as he cuts the rest of your panties off does.

He squats and grabs two hands full of you.

He spits onto your hole, mesmerized as he watches it slide to your entrance. “Qué hermosa,” he whispers.

You bend, whimpering as your folds cover his nose, clenching and grinding.

“God,” you sigh. Something this small was going to bring you to the edge so quickly. “D-don’t stop.”

“Greedy,” Miguel says as if he’s not moving the fat of your ass to nudge his face into you. The arch in your back deepens as he continues and your whines get higher.

He smacks your right cheek, sound echoing off the metal tables, and you shout his name as you coat his tongue.

Tranquility clears your mind for a second, one where the flowery scent in the air is less strong.

The peace leaves just as fast as it came when Miguel gets rid of his suit and stands behind you in all of his glory.

His eyes followed from your dewey face to the curve of your hips to bitten thighs to feet with one heel still on.

“He didn’t deserve to see this,” he says.

“W-what?”

Miguel ignores you and pulls your wrists up straight, a confused noise leaving you. He wraps another web around your ankles and huffs. He sets your arms under your chest, your hands in front of you like a prayer.

When he picks you up by your waist, his dick lines up with your ass.

He groans as he grinds, watching himself disappear and reappear.

You try to move with him, “No, not there. Inside.”

“You’re always so distracting,” he growls. He slides his length between your thick thighs and you nearly scream as his hips hit your ass, his tip just barely passing over your clit. “Can never think straight when I see you.”

He rubbed over the bite he left on your shoulder, “So pretty. My pretty baby.”

His low voice right in your ears only made you wetter. He was holding you like you were his toy, fucking the inside of your thighs with ease.

Miguel could cry watching your ass bounce on his stomach. Your legs were soft and warm and he just couldn’t stop.

“Want you so bad. Need to fuck you again and again and again,” he said as your thighs quivered around him.

“Please, Miguel. Make me yours,” your voice crowded the sound of his grunts as he held you up and pounded away.

Those were the magic words to get him to lean back with a firm grip on you and release all over the wall. It was everywhere, from your legs to the wall to the ceiling.

He set you to the floor with shaky arms, and you started to sob.

All of this and you still wanted more. If this was making you feel this insane, you can only imagine the small relief Miguel was feeling after being exposed for longer.

“C’mere,” he pulls you to the bare floor and cuts the webs. You immediately try to climb him, legs wrapping around his waist.

He was painfully hard for someone who came twice now.

Your cries of “inside” slur together, tears running down your face. Miguel was no better, fangs dripping with venom and the hairs on skin raised.

The two of you tussle as Miguel tries to keep your hips to stay stationary. You kept jerking in order to get some sort of friction but he was baring his teeth to get you to quit.

You dip your nails into his shoulders and arms while he drags a talon down your sternum to snap your bra off.

A clatter of your stiletto sounds off across the room as he pinches your thigh, “Easy, beautiful. Let me take care of you, yeah?”

“Fucking hurry,” you whine.

He shushes as he plunges inside of you, the noise you both make as loud as a choir.

Your eyes roll back as Miguel presses, bending your body in half.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Miguel leans to whisper onto your lips.

Tight is the first thing that comes to mind and heat is the next.

He moves his hips up and slams back down, your ass shifting from the pressure.

“Miguel!”

“That’s it. Talk to me.” All of that chatter earlier and now you can barely get out a word.

“H-harder,” your hands don’t know where to go. They’re grabbing Miguel, they’re falling next to your head, they’re grabbing at your breasts as Miguel jerks your body.

Miguel goes to open your jaw, lips pulling on your tongue to suck. It’s tender and sensual compared to the way his balls are slapping against you. There’s a ring of white on his shaft getting thicker and thicker as he continues.

“Pretty thing,” he says as he lets your tongue go, a string of saliva falling to your neck. “Watched you on the cameras. Always.”

That stirs something in you, a spark in your chest as you see stars.

“Did you want to do this to me when you watched me?” you manage out.

“Yes.”

“I can put on a show for you next time.”

“Yes.”

“You can come in here. ‘N fuck me over the counter.”

“Sí, sí, baby,” his hands push your knees next to your head and he ruts against you. His thighs were straining as he took and took.

A yell pulls itself from your core, that burning feeling getting a crash of cold water. The dam bursts and you’re running all over Miguel, essence leaving every time he inches out and back in.

“Gonna fill you up,” he rasps, eyes glazed over.

You nod your head, clenching and pulsing around him.

His eyes don’t leave yours as he shudders against you. You suck him in, gaining a deep moan from him, “Así, bebé. Take it.”

It’s like you can finally think as his cum overflows, your heart rate finally slowing.

He stares at you as you both come back to reality. Your body is limp, the weight of Miguel making itself known.

“Holy shit,” you wiggle and he catches the hint. He lifts a bit and pulls out. The swirl of you two falls out of you in waves. “What. The fuck.”

“God,” Miguel mumbles. “No shocking way we just did that.”

“You can’t say that when the evidence is leaking out of me.”

Miguel groans as he watches you, your face pouty and your hole glistening. It was intoxicating.

His dick twitches, coming to life again the longer he watches.

“‘M sorry in advance,” he says as he pulls you into his lap.

“Just take care of it, O’Hara.”

The two of you sat in the middle of the floor, breathing hard. Pieces of consciousness were starting to come back.

“You looked stunning tonight,” Miguel said. He looked at your shredded dress on the floor. “I’m glad he won’t see you in that dress anymore.”

The snort that leaves your nose turns into a full-blown laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“You just took my soul ten times over and you’re worried about a guy I just met less than a week ago. I fear I’m ruined for anyone else.”

“Oh,” he smiles. “Good.”

“You still should take me on a date. You’ve got a lot to explain.”

Flashes of him confessing to his habit of watching you from afar come back, “O-of course.”

“And you owe me a new dress.”

“On it.”

Lyla pops up next to you both, a blindfold over her shades, “Is it safe to talk to you guys now?”

Miguel checks his gizmo, “I think we’re good for about forty minutes. The effects are starting to wear off.”

“Excellent!” She throws the fabric to the side, “Oh my god, this room is a mess.”

You look at the array of substances over the room and grimace. The entire hall will have to be on lockdown.

“Well, I managed to vent out the solution. You two should be ok soon.”

You lean on Miguel’s chest and close your eyes, happy to hear good news.

“Kind of sad that this is what it took for you to confess, Miguel,” she comments.

“Lyla!”

You laugh again, “Some confession.”

“That’s enough,” Miguel scowls.

Your giggles die down as you pull yourself onto Miguel’s thigh, bubbles in your chest molding into moans as you start to grind over his thigh.

“I’m starting to think you guys are just bluffing,” Lyla gags before she disappears. “Let me know when you’re done.”

“I think,” you nuzzle into his neck, “this’ll be the last time. I’m tired.”

“If not, we can take it to my house.”

The world blurs again as you and Miguel connect under the white lights.

Take a shot every time I say breath or breathe 😭. Anywho, as always, if you enjoyed, please like, reblog, and COMMENT!

[cheftsunoda]

Ma'am. I do have to say that it is a CRIME for you to have not written for Lewis Hamilton yet😭 I got far too excited when I saw Roscoe in the Dr.Leclerc smau

So may I request a smau with whatever theme you think fits him, maybe a norris sibling or a leclerc sister?

high fashion — lh44

smau + blurbs

(a/n) : omg anon i was just thinking the other day that i haven’t written for lewis yet— you read my mind. thanks for the request! love you much 💘

lewis hamilton x !supermodel leclerc reader

charles leclerc x !sister reader

the met gala was meant to be another night of glamour — until co-chairs YN Leclerc, supermodel and sister to Ferrari’s Charles Leclerc, and Lewis Hamilton, F1 legend and Ferrari’s newest driver, stole the spotlight. they’d crossed paths for years in the paddock, but planning the gala brought them closer than ever. between late-night calls and shared fittings, something more than friendship began to spark — and by the end of the night, the internet wasn’t just talking about their outfits.

fc : isabelle mathers + kendall jenner and various pinterest girlies

not proofread

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yn_leclerc

coachella valley 📍

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yn_leclerc : from coachella to the nyc in 24 hours — it’s almost met time !!

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username00 : is that lewis’ arm or am I crazy??

username15 : I mean they are co chairs together it wouldn’t shock me

username20 : they were both spotted at Coachella so maybe

carlossainz55 : and you didn’t even invite me?? sad

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yn_leclerc : next time carlitos I promiseeee

vogue : our favorite met co chair is servingggg

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charles_leclerc : wdym almost met time?? i haven’t even seen the dress

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yn_leclerc : all in good time cha:)

arthur_leclerc : are you ever gonna come home? or are you too big of a star now?😢

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yn_leclerc : was planning on coming to your next race but if you want to keep whining go ahead

arthur_leclerc : OH. oops. sorry…i love you. so proud 😁

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alexandrasaintmleux : you look so beautiful 😻 can’t wait for this met look to break the internet

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charles_leclerc : really??? alex has seen it but not me

yn_leclerc : she was literally at the fitting

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charles_leclerc : ohhh i see where i stand as a boyfriend and a brother wow

yn_leclerc : i will take alex off your hands if you don’t want to be a boyfriend anymore 🤷🏻‍♀️

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charles_leclerc : i give up.

lando : im on my knees please one chance 🙏🏻🙏🏻

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yn_leclerc : we’ve talked about this lannnn

lando : i know i know you have a thing for older men. i can dress up like an 80 year old if you want

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yn_leclerc : not rlly my thing but i appreciate the effort

carlossainz55 : the older man she wants is right here😎

yn_leclerc : no the older man i want is retired and married and hopefully not in my comment section

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charles_leclerc : stop thirsting over my sister before I run you both of the track

username00 : yn you’re so real for that (tell us who it is)

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yn_leclerc : jb22 🫡

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lando : @/jensonbutton

carlossainz55 : @/jensonbutton

yn_leclerc : oh im embarrassed

lewishamilton : So excited. 🤍

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username00 : OH

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f1gossipgirls

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f1gossipgirls : Okay besties, we might be entering soft-launch season for real this time. Sources confirm that Lewis Hamilton was seen at Coachella last weekend — but here’s the tea…he wasn’t alone. Multiple fan accounts captured what looks a lot like Lewis walking behind none other than Y/N Leclerc, Charles’ sister and Met Gala co-chair.

Now fast forward just three days, and the two were seen leaving a café in SoHo, NYC — sunglasses, jackets and all. Not much PDA, but the timing is 👀. The Met Gala is right around the corner, and both are on hosting duty… but are they working together — or together together?

Let’s just say this, those arms in her dump? We’re zooming in.

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username00 : not those arms being confirmed as lewis— I KNEW IT 🗣️

username15 : someone go check on charles pls…he is definitely pacing rn

username17 : she said she liked older men go off sister

username22 : let them be!! they are hot, famous and rich!! slayyy

username27 : waiting for Lando to say something stupid in the comments

lando : ohhhhh now this makes sense 👀

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username27 : mhm mhm what did i say

username30 : did not have “date new teammates sister” on my bingo card but okay

username35 : this would literally be one of the most iconic paddock couples ever

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twitter!

vogue : Your Met Gala co-chairs, Lewis Hamilton and Y/N Leclerc, sat down to interview each other while getting ready for fashion’s biggest night — and yes, it’s just as intimate, charming, and unexpectedly flirty as it sounds.

Watch the full behind-the-scenes video now!

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username5 : lowkey if i were charles id just log off and go for like a 5 hour nature walk

username15 : the way she fixed his bow tie has me in tears

username7 : i was not prepared for a soft-spoken, flirty, well-dressed Lewis Hamilton asking YN about her red carpet “inspiration” 😭😭

username15 : lando will def retweet this with “👀” in the next 30 minutes

username8 : lewis helping her put her earrings on and holding her hair back has me gagged HELP

username11 : guys they are both naturally flirty ppl calm down

@/lando has reposted this tweet.

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Vogue Presents : A Moment with Met Gala Co-chairs YN Leclerc and Lewis Hamilton.

The screen fades in from black, soft jazz humming in the background. A luxurious New York hotel suite — flooded with warm evening light — sets the scene. Lewis Hamilton sits in a velvet chair, white suit jacket unbuttoned, cufflinks in hand. Across from him, YN Leclerc — poised in a robe with her hair pinned — lounges on a chaise with effortless elegance, legs crossed and laughter dancing in her eyes.

Between them…a glass coffee table, two half-empty espresso cups, and Vogue-branded cue cards.

VOGUE Interviewer (off-camera):

“You’ve both been in the spotlight for years — racing, runways… but this is your first Met Gala as co-chairs. How’s it going?”

YN leans forward, reaching for a cue card, smirking.

YN :

“It’s been surprisingly smooth. I thought Lewis would be impossible to text back, but turns out he’s very punctual when Valentino fittings are involved.”

Lewis chuckles, eyes crinkling.

Lewis:

“I was just afraid of your stylist. She threatened to cut me if I was late.”

YN :

“She still might.”

They exchange a glance — just a beat too long — before Lewis shifts, buttoning his jacket slowly.

Lewis:

“Honestly though, it’s been great. We’ve known each other for a while, but this was the first time we actually… slowed down. Had real conversations. Outside the paddock. No helmets, no press officers hovering.”

YN :

“It was nice. Normal. Or, as normal as planning the Met Gala with a seven-time world champion can be.”

She grins. He smiles back.

Lewis:

“You were more intimidating than the Gala.”

YN :

“Me?”

Lewis:

“You’ve got this look when you walk into a room. Like you already know how it ends.”

YN :

“And how do you think tonight ends?”

Lewis pauses, meeting her gaze. His voice lowers just enough to make the camera operator shift slightly.

Lewis:

“With both of us looking damn good. Maybe dancing a little too close at the afterparty.”

YN laughs — not flirty, but surprised, warm. She tosses her hair over one shoulder, eyes glinting with challenge.

YN :

“Charles is going to kill you.”

Lewis:

“He can try. But only after dessert.”

Cut to— YN gently adjusting the collar of Lewis’ tuxedo. The camera zooms in as her fingers linger a little longer than necessary.

YN :

“You clean up well.”

Lewis:

“Just for you.”

Lewis gently pushes YN’s hair behind her ear and helps her put on her earrings. Next comes the necklace and Lewis’ fingers tend to linger on her neck a little longer than they should.

There’s a pause — a moment that feels like the air holding its breath — before the scene fades to the final montage— flashes of them walking down the Met steps together, camera flashes illuminating the skyline.

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your pov

The after party is loud in that perfect way — music thumping low in my chest, conversations buzzing around us, but none of it really registering. I’ve kicked off my heels, my after party dress is hugging me like a second skin, and my legs are draped across Lewis’s lap like they belong there. Because, right now, it feels like they do.

He’s leaning back against the booth, shirt unbuttoned just enough to be distracting, sleeves rolled up, watch catching the light every time he shifts. His hand rests lazily on my thigh, fingers tapping along to the beat of the music like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

I steal a sip of his champagne — it’s warm and dry, and I wrinkle my nose, which makes him laugh. Not just a soft chuckle, either — a real one, the kind that scrunches his eyes and makes the corners of his mouth twitch up like he can’t help himself.

“You don’t even like champagne,” he says, brushing a curl from my shoulder.

I shrug. “I like yours.”

He grins. That look — the quiet, cocky one he wears right before he says something that makes me want to hit him and kiss him at the same time — creeps onto his face.

“You’re dangerous,” he murmurs, leaning in just enough that I feel the words against my skin more than I hear them.

I arch a brow. “You think I’m dangerous?”

He shrugs. “You’re sitting on my lap in front of the whole room, and I still haven’t moved you.”

His hand moves to the small of my back, resting there like a secret.

We talk like no one’s watching, like there aren’t phones out and eyes on us. I know people are seeing us — I saw the camera flash when I laughed too loud at something he whispered. But I don’t really care. I haven’t all night.

Later, when I adjust the strap of my dress and it slips again, he’s the one who gently fixes it, fingers brushing my skin just a little too long. I murmur “thanks,” and he just gives me that look again — that quiet one.

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There’s a moment — right before I open my eyes — where I’m suspended between sleep and reality. The world is soft and slow, and for once, I don’t feel the need to rush out of it.

The sheets are warm, smooth against my skin. There’s a steady rhythm beneath my cheek, low and grounding. It takes me a second to realize it’s a heartbeat — his heartbeat.

Lewis.

I shift slightly, the movement enough to stir him. He breathes in, deep and slow, and his arm tightens gently around my waist like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go.

We’re wrapped in the same sheet, legs tangled, skin brushing skin in places I’m trying not to overthink. His scent clings to the pillow — something expensive and clean and unmistakably him — and the memory of last night rushes back in flashes.

His laugh in the car. His hands on my hips. The kiss he pressed to my shoulder when he thought I was asleep. The way he whispered my name like it meant something more than just co-chairs, more than a photo op.

“You’re staring,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep.

I smile into his chest. “I’m allowed to. I woke up here.”

He laughs quietly, a sound that rumbles through his chest and settles somewhere deep in mine. I look up at him, and he’s already watching me — eyes soft, lips curved, curls a little wild from sleep.

“You okay?” he asks, brushing a piece of hair from my cheek.

“Yeah,” I whisper. “Are you?”

He nods, his thumb grazing my jaw. “Better than okay.”

There’s a beat of silence. The city hums faintly outside, a distant echo behind the quiet comfort of this room, this bed, him. He leans forward and presses a kiss to my temple — gentle, unhurried, like we have all the time in the world.

“Last night wasn’t just a moment, was it?” I ask softly.

He shakes his head. “No. It felt like something real.”

And for once, I don’t feel like I have to question it. I don’t feel uncertain. I just feel him — steady and warm and here.

He pulls me closer again, tucks me against his chest like he’s made to hold me, and I let myself melt into it.

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yn_leclerc

the met📍

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yn_leclerc : hey alexa play fashion killa by asap rocky.

special thank you to @/givenchy for designing both my met and after party looks! & ofc my lovely and handsome co-chair @/lewishamilton🤍

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vogue : A vision. Both looks = stunning. Co-chair excellence. 🤍

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username00 : both looks??? actually illegal. actually a war crime. call the authorities.

username15 : “lovely and handsome” isn’t even subtle anymore and i love it here

badgalriri : she said fashion killa and meant it 🔥🔥

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yn_leclerc : tell mr rihanna i enjoy his music

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zendaya : ate DOWN.

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alexandrasaintmleux : i am absolutely gagged. you are so beautiful holy-

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yn_leclerc : says the goddess herself

carmenmmundt : i am obsessed with you omg

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yn_leclerc : my carmsssss imy🤍

arthur_leclerc : you look stunning mon chèri…(charles’ eye is twitching reading this)

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yn_leclerc : he will calm down soon (thank you thur💋)

charles_leclerc : 🧍🏻

charles_leclerc : upset alex saw this look before i did but you look incredible mon ange

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arthur_leclerc : you sure that’s the only reason?

lewishamilton : The most stunning Co-Chair 🤍

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lando : I thought the man was jb22 not lh44…

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yn_leclerc : go to bed child

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lewishamilton

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lewishamilton : MET GALA 2025. It is hard to put into words what it means to co-chair this years Met, but I was so happy to have the most beautiful Co-Chair beside me. All the love to Vogue, YN and the Met.

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badgalriri : y'all both understood the assignment. DAMN.

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asaprocky : certified fashion killas.

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georgerussell63 : You two absolutely crushed it. 👏

liked by lewishamilton and yn_leclerc

carlossainz55 : Caption soft. Suit hard. Duo iconic.

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lando : never ever thought i'd be over brocedes but this might have done it for me

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yn_leclerc : u r such a menace

sebastianvettel : You are both the definition of Elegance and Excellence. Absolutely killed it.

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lewishamilton

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lewishamilton : Little break before the chaos starts again.

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lando : Bro snuck her in like we wouldn’t NOTICE 💀

georgerussell63 : “little break” yeah we see the soft launch part two

yn_leclerc : who taught you that phrase gramps?

georgerussell63 : ...carmen

carmenmmundt : You think you’re slick 😌

arthur_leclerc : my eyes are burning

yn_leclerc : stop looking in the mirror then

username5 : We’re 97.8% sure it’s Y/N and honestly at this point just post her face 🫶🏼

username8 : Zoomed. Enhanced. That’s her Cartier bracelet. The same one from the jet pic. Confirmed.

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yn_leclerc

liked by alexandrasaintmleux, arthur_leclerc, scuderiaferrari & 8,905,007 others.

yn_leclerc : i always pick greece for holiday because of the cats

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lilymhe : You + cats + Greece = instant happiness 🐾🌞 (I see him. Don't be shy. Text the GC back)

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yn_leclerc : yes maam

alexandrasaintmleux : sooooo beautiful (i just stopped charles from booking a flight to greece)

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yn_leclerc : love youuuuu (i owe you my life)

arthur_leclerc : hope you are enjoying greece (i just had to stop charles from jumping off the balcony)

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yn_leclerc : he tried that bc of ferrari not me

georgerussell63 : roscoe is on this trip! is his owner also there??

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yn_leclerc : miss your boyfriend georgie??

charles_leclerc : can everyone in the comments stop exposing me? im not that bad

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arthur_leclerc : he is pacing and twitching while typing this out

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yn_leclerc added to her story!

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{caption 1 - this man oml} {caption 2 :))}

lando : lowkey jealous. need someone to love me like that

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alexandrasaintmleux : he is so sweet omg

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arthur_leclerc : BARFFFFF but cute.

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georgerussell63 : i know someone who likes that number a lot

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yn_leclerc : i think we both do

lewishamilton : Anything for the most beautiful being on the earth. You take my breath away every time I see you.

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yn_leclerc : i am so in love with you.

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apmmonaco

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apmmonaco : The Leclerc Siblings for APM.

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leclerc_pascale : mes bébés

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username00 : ma'am you made some beautiful kids

lando : the whole damn family is beautiful- it frustrates me.

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username5 : lando is one of us lmaoooo

georgerussell63 : Okay but this family is way too photogenic. Leave some hotness for the rest of us.

liked by arthur_leclerc, yn_leclerc and charles_leclerc

oscarpiastri : My family!

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alexandrasaintmleux : yn is the hottest sibling!

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carmenmmundt : agreed

lilymhe : yupppp

kikagomes : absolutely

lewishamilton : oh definitely

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arthur_leclerc : this is just RUDE

alexandrasaintmleux : yn is absolutely SERVING face while you both are trying to keep up

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charles_leclerc : my own girlfriend smh

pierregasly : im a little intimidated i won't lie

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username00 : are we all just ignoring lewis' comment???

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We were halfway through the APM Monaco shoot when Charles slipped into full big brother mode — arms crossed, brow raised, and that look in his eyes.

“So,” he said casually, but with too much edge to be casual, “are we just pretending the sticky notes and bathtub post didn’t happen?”

I was in the middle of adjusting my necklace in the mirror, but paused. Slowly. “Charles.”

Arthur, sitting off to the side with a croissant in one hand and mischief in his eyes, immediately perked up. “Oh, we’re definitely not pretending,” he said, already grinning. “You’re being soft-launched harder than a new Ferrari livery.”

I shot him a glare in the mirror, but he just laughed like the little menace he is. “Y/N’s in her mysterious lover era,” he added, stuffing the rest of the croissant in his mouth.

Charles narrowed his eyes at me like I’d committed a federal crime. “Is this someone I know? Do I need to make some calls?”

“Charles,” I sighed, turning to face him, “this is a jewelry campaign, not an interrogation.”

Arthur leaned in from the side. “Says the girl whose mirror was covered in handwritten love notes two days ago.”

“She’s blushing,” he added loudly, pointing, and honestly? I was.

Before I could defend myself, the photographer popped in with a camera around his neck. “You three ready for the next setup?”

I forced a smile, already imagining how I’d survive the next hour. “Absolutely.”

Arthur walked past me, smirking. “Don't worry,” he whispered, “your secret’s safe with me. For now.”

And Charles? He was still watching me like he was this close to solving a mystery.

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The podium at Monza was pure chaos. Ferrari’s first double podium all season — Charles in P2, Lewis in P3 — and the tifosi were screaming like Italy had just won the World Cup. Red flares, flags waving, champagne flying everywhere. I stood just beyond the crowd in Ferrari gear, tucked in near the garage but close enough to see everything. My heart felt like it could burst. Charles looked like he might start crying. Lewis… Lewis looked like he was plotting something. And then, without warning, Lewis hopped off the podium. Not walked. Not stepped. Hopped.

The crowd roared in confusion and excitement, and Charles whipped his head around like he’d just sensed danger. “Where’s he going?” he asked no one in particular — and then he saw Lewis beelining toward me.

“Oh, no. No, no, no,” Charles muttered, gripping the edge of the stage. “Don’t you dare, Lewis!”

Too late.

Lewis stopped right in front of me, eyes glowing, suit soaked in champagne. “You look beautiful,” he said — not caring in the slightest that we were surrounded by media, team members, and half the internet watching the live feed.

“Lewis,” I whispered, wide-eyed, “your boss is literally over there—”

“I’ll apologize later.”

And then he kissed me.

Right there. In front of every camera, every screaming fan, every Ferrari team member. A proper, world-stopping, heart-racing kiss. One hand on my waist, the other brushing my jaw, like he didn’t care if the whole world saw — because maybe he wanted them to. The crowd lost it.

Charles? He screamed. “ARE YOU JOKING?!” he shouted from the podium, pointing like he was personally betrayed. “THIS IS MY NIGHT TOO!”

Somewhere behind him, Arthur was howling with laughter, already filming on his phone. “This is iconic,” he yelled, zooming in. “Like—my sister is dating the GOAT. Let her live!”

Charles spun on him. “Arthur, stop smiling!”

Arthur shrugged, unbothered. “Sorry, I’m just proud. You’re stressed because you’ve got a teammate who is dating your sister. I’m thrilled because my sister bagged Lewis Hamilton.”

Charles looked like he was going to combust.

Lewis finally pulled back from the kiss, laughing under his breath. “I think I owe your brother therapy.”

“I’ll pay for it,” I murmured, giggling into his shoulder.

Arthur walked past us with a proud smirk. “I’m making this my lock screen.”

Charles was still yelling as we walked off together, hand in hand.

But honestly?

It was perfect.

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lewishamilton : my love for life.

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charles_leclerc : bro. BRO. i need a minute.

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arthur_leclerc : it’s giving romcom. it’s giving future brother-in-law. it’s giving charles stress-induced greying

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charles_leclerc : i am NOT going grey arthur. i am 27.

arthur_leclerc : stop lying i found one on you last week

yn_leclerc : that is what ferrari does to a man

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lando : can i be in the wedding or is it too soon to ask?

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yn_leclerc : if you stop acting like a menace

arthur_leclerc : LEWIS MY GOAT IS MY BROTHER IN LAW

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yn_leclerc : you are embarrassing me. im gonna have maman take your phone away

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arthur_leclerc : i am 24 she won't

leclerc_pascale : Oui je le ferai.

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arthur_leclerc : sorry maman...

georgerussell63 : the most fashionable couple i know. (i almost choked on my water when i found out) (warn a guy next time)

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danielricciardo : hm i might actually watch this season now

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[dannyriccsystem]

Hi, I love your writing! I was wondering if you could write something with Ollie maybe a smau about a secret relationship with Hamilton!sister!f1academy driver or just a black! driver? I was listening to Into You by Ariana Grande and 2:42-3:56 gives secret relationship vibes with someone between wanting to keep things quiet and wanting to just give in and be public.

Idk if that’s too much, but thank you in advance 🤍

FORMULA ONE DRIVER X READER

Summary: Y/N is ready to make her relationship public, but Ollie’s hesitant!

Warnings: Written for a black reader specifically! Light angst with a happy ending + suggestive (no smut)

not proofread

Featuring: Oliver Bearman x Hamilton!Reader

I’m so mad because i had literally the whole post typed out and forgot to hit save 😦 Oh well!! Hope this is decent enough :)

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y/nhamilton Moving on to Ferrari 🫡

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georgerussell63 - Gonna miss this diva in my garage 😔

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y/nhamilton - I’ll miss you too Georgie 😔 We will gossip another time

> lando - You’re still gonna see each other?

> georgerussell63 - It’s not the same

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username1 - She’s soo pretty omfg

username2 - Forza Ferrari, beautiful!

alexandrasaintmleux - We should go shopping someday!

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y/nhamilton - yes PLEASE

kimi.antonelli - I’ll keep George company for you, Y/N!

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y/nhamilton - Thank you Kimi!

username3 - Lewis who? The only Hamilton I know is Y/N

username4 - and Alexander

olliebearman - Congrats Mr. Hamilton!

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username5 - Ollie spotted

olliebearman

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olliebearman Warm welcome here at Haas!

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username6 - OLLIE SOFT LAUNCH?

username7 - WHO IS THAT? CAUSE IT’S SURE AS HELL NOT ESTEBAN!!

kimi.antonelli - Say hello to the missus for me!

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username8 - WHAT DOES HE KNOW?

olliebearman - she says Hi!

Y/N’S MESSAGES ☆

y/nhamilton

🎵 Ariana Grande • Into You

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y/nhamilton Spent some time with friends to work on myself!

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username8 - I’m in love with you

friend.user1 - covering our faces because Y/N mogs us too hard

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y/nhamilton - Don’t even. You’re SOO beautiful 🫶🏾

alexandrasaintmleux - I love the song choice beautiful! 🎶

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y/nhamilton - I’M BLUSHING STAWP

lewishamilton - Just watched her devour an entire tub of ice cream while eating this btw

y/nhamilton - What can I say

username9 - I just fell to my knees you’re so bad

username10 - never settle for a man PLEASE GIRL I LOVE YOU

mercedesamgf1 - Missing our paddock diva!

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y/nhamilton - I’m just gonna have to get into F1 myself and come race for y’all

Y/N’S MESSAGES ☆

The date had went smoothly. It was a nice Italian restaurant with a candlelit atmosphere and authentic food. Y/N felt ridiculous for being mad at him to begin with, but they both moved on quickly. We’re all human, after all!

The exciting part came afterward. Sitting in his car, Ollie had suddenly reached over, his hand creeping up on her thigh. “Y/N, I missed you a lot.” He whispers with that cheesy, boyish grin that melts her heart into putty for him to play with.

“I know,” She whispered back, leaning in to give him a kiss. It was meant to be soft and innocent, but every movement of his lips against hers developed it into something deeper. His hands traveled up her thighs, settling on her waist. Ollie pulled the woman in, her legs encasing his lap where she sat.

A little whine slipped out as she nipped at his bottom lip, strong hands digging into the fat of her rear side. Y/N giggled, a sultry and honeyed sound. “Patience,” She whispered like a warning.

“I need to get you home.” They both pulled back, looking into each other’s eyes as if they were willing to hang the stars again and again. She could only nod in agreement, hurrying to climb back into her seat. The faster she was buckled, the faster she could have him.

olliebearman

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olliebearman Loml spotted!

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username11 - WHAT

username12 - IT’S CONFIRMED

kimi.antonelli - Congrats to the happy couple!

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georgerussell63 - Now wait a minute…

lewishamilton - 🤨

username13 - Am I delusional or is that Y/N’s hand

username14 - THAT’S WHAT I WAS THINKING

username15 - WAIT YOU’RE RIGHT

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f1gossipofficial We saw things in that car even we can’t share. Y/N Hamilton and Oliver Bearman are official!

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username13 - I TOLD Y’ALL

username16 - They traumatized the gossip account 😭 I can’t

username17 - THEY’RE LOWKEY SOO CUTE

y/nhamilton - Why were you watching 🙄

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lewishamilton - 😧🤨

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username18 - Oh no

username19 - Ollie’s career ended before it even started 😭

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y/nhamilton cat’s out of the bag!

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username13 - and they all said I was crazy

lewishamilton - Weird. Wish I could unsee this

georgerussell63 - 🙌

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kimi.antonelli - FINALLY! I TOOK LIKE HALF OF THESE PHOTOS FOR THEM.

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username20 - HE KNEW ALL ALONG I’M CRYING

y/nhamilton - Thanks, Kimi 😭

olliebearman - I love you so much ❤️

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y/nhamilton - I love you too ollie bear ❤️

> lewishamilton - That is volatile. Never say that again. Happy for you, though… 🙄

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[jacaerysgf]

First everything

Summary: in desperate need to pass your upcoming math test you go to your best friend for help, your best friend who you just so happen to be in love with. Sometimes feelings just spill out and theres nothing you can do but embrace it and try to navigate through it.

modern!jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader

w.c: 4.2k

c.w: college au, nerdy jace, two virgins just trying to figure it out, virginity loss (both), fingering (fem), oral (fem), minor hand-job, p in v, protected sex, love confessions, glasses stay on during sex, theres also fluff guys, not proofread

a.n: for my nerdy jace warriors out there 🫡 pls lmk your thoughts !

perm jace taglist (open!) <3 @tyronesien @itsbookworm987 @cruelworldlana @smurfelle @ireneispunk @hxtd @venmondiese @urmomsgirlfriend1 @jacesvelaryons @earth4angels

you could not afford to fail this upcoming math test with you’re grade already as rocky as it is and if you didn’t nail it your grades were gonna tank.

So you decide to do the only rational thing you can think of and go stop by your best friends house who just so happens to be basically a genius to get him to tutor you. You don’t text him, having a key to his place and checking his location you can see he’s home he definitely won’t mind you just dropping by.

He’s been your best friend since you two were kids, having lived across the street from you the two of you would always stand by the bus stop together and chat and when you got older he started driving you to school. you guys would spend all the time together though you guys didn’t end up in the same college you guys happened to both get into colleges in the same city and lived right near each other.

He was perfect essentially, you try to ignore that gnawing feeling in your stomach every time you speak to him or even think about him. You’ve liked him for as long as you can remember but you never tried to do anything out of fear of ruining the relationship you two have built. You also can’t get a read on if he feels the same, everything you two have ever done has been platonic, cuddling on the couch while watching a movie, having sleepovers, but you can shake the feeling of wanting to be more, maybe he was thinking the same way but you had no clue.

The apartment is quiet when you enter, when you call his name and there’s no response you think for a second maybe he went out and left his phone? but that’s not like him at all. until you walk towards his bathroom and you can hear the shower running and let out a sigh of relief as you begin to set up your stuff in the living room and order some take out for the two of you on your phone.

busying yourself on your phone you don’t even hear the shower turn off or the door open until you hear the soft thumps on the floor of his footsteps and when you look up the two of you gasp at one another. With water dripping down his chest and a firm hand places on the towel around his waist, his glasses all fogged up and his face hot red you feel like you might pass out.

“I’m so sorry oh my god i had no clue you were coming i haven't checked my phone um oh god.” You can barely pay attention to his rambling as you can’t take your eyes off him. Since when was he toned? oh and the towel is low enough you can see his v line. NO! You shake your head as you find yourself heating up, “no no its my fault Jace i never texted you i just thought i would show up um.. I’m so sorry i should have texted.”

He scratches the back of his head as he begins to move his way to his room, “no its okay you can show up any time i just, um i uh let me go get dressed.” With that he quickly rushes away without another word his ears and face blaringly red. when the door shuts and you’re alone once again you lean against the couch and take a couple deep breaths. you cannot be thinking about him like this right now. Your thighs press together unconsciously as the memory of him was still so fresh in your mind.

You quickly stand and rush to his bathroom to splash some cold water on your face to snap yourself out of it. he’s your best friend who you just so happen to be in love with and today will fill your fantasies for the next decade. You manage to get yourself back on the couch and run a hand down your face as you try to calm your racing heart and mind. Its fine its cool its just a normal thing people shower and they just so happen to get naked in the shower its not weird to see your best friend shirtless no its not.

he walks back into the room and sits down on the couch next to you, now dressed in a white t-shirt and some sweatpants, his glasses free of fog but his hair drips onto his shoulders and shirt making some parts of it see through. when you look closely you can even still see his ears are a bright red. “is everything good? its not like you to just show up out of the blue.” you are thankful he’s acting like that did not just happen, or maybe you’re just overthinking it and its not a big deal.

“i need to trade brains with you this Friday at 11 am.” his beautiful laugh fills your ears as he raises his brows at you, “you’re finally admitting I'm smarter than you?” You playfully huff and push his shoulder lightly as he smiles at you. “you’re way better at math then me, i need help Jace please.” you press your hands together in a plea and he taps his chin as if he’s in thought. “I don’t know, what do i get in return?” You pout at him and scoot a bit closer, “you get to hang out with your gorgeous smart and talented best friend?” He blows raspberry's and looks up at the ceiling turning himself away from you. “and i bought take out.” “deal.”

He is a great help, though he’s a history major he’s still places in a math level higher than you and he’s able to guide you though everything you’re struggling with ease. Its usually so easy to ignore how you feel about him but tonight is different. You don't know if its hormones or if there's something in the air but you can’t stop staring at him thinking about him. The way he bites on the top of his pen when he’s in thought, when his forehead creases while he’s checking over your work or listening to you, the way he moves his hands while he talks and explains the problems and the solutions you can’t even stop looking at him while he’s eating.

This was bad. very bad. but at least you managed to get the information he’s told you poured into your head and with his notes you’re sure to ace the test. After a couple hours of studying you two decided to put on a movie but you can’t even cuddle up next to him like you normally would instead choosing to lay on the other side of the couching praying he doesn’t ask about you’re odd behavior.

You can’t help but continue to look at him throughout the movie barely even looking at the screen. he has such a nice side profile. At one point he glances at you and catches your eye so you quickly turn away from him but he sits up and pauses the movie, turning to you with concern laced in his eyes. “Okay spit it out what's wrong?” you. you shrug and try to play it off like nothing, you certainly can’t tell him what's really bothering you. “I’m just worried about the test.” “the you i know would have stopped worrying about the test as soon as you closed that textbook.” you let out a shaky sigh and he moves to sit next to you, staring at you with his puppy dog eyes desperately. “you can always tell me anything you know that right?”

not this. you can’t tell him this. as much as you want to. Yet your heart aches at the thought of not being able to kiss him at the thought of not spending yet another day another minute being his and him being yours. he grabs your hands and his voice is hushed laced with care, “please.”

you cave.

“I'm in love with you.”

You watch him freeze and you take a deep breath as you look down at your connected hands. “i know this is really sudden but i cant hide this any longer. i think I've loved you since the second i met you and i cant keep continuing to pretend like I'm not. If you don’t feel the same that's fine we can just move on and pretend like this never happened.” you let out a fake laugh and a couple shaky breaths as you get off your chest your best kept secret. When he doesn’t say anything you look at his face to see his glossy covered eyes and red tinted face. “Please say something.”

You can feel his hands tighten around yours as he lets out a shaky breath. “I'm so in love with you i feel like i'm gonna throw up.” you laugh as a wave of fresh air washes over you, he grins and lets out his own laugh as a lone tear runs down his face. “fuck this is not how i thought tonight would go.” You don’t know how long the two of you were sitting there just laughing and smiling at each other but it was just so peaceful.

You end up cupping his face and he freezes his breath caught in his throat. “Can i kiss you?” “Please.” The kiss is soft and slow but its everything you’ve every dreamed of. His lips are as soft as they've always looked, he’s clearly inexperienced but you are too and you figure it out together. You feel like you’re not close enough to him, so you end up separating from him and he watches with wide eyes as you sit yourself in his lap. His hands quickly move to grasp your waist as he gulps, you can feel his hardness poking at you through your shorts and he lets out a shaky breath. “I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to its just,” he’s quickly cut off with a moan as you pull him into another kiss.

You can feel yourself aching in your stomach, yet you can’t bring yourself to do more until you pull away from his lips. a long string of salvia that connects you two snaps as you begin to speak. “I want to go further, if only you want to.” His chest moves quickly up and down as he tries to catch his breath, he blinks rapidly as he looks at you with swollen lips, one of his hands moves to readjust his glasses. “I do its just, i don’t know what i'm doing.” the two of you softly laugh as you press your forehead against his and he lightly rubs his nose against yours. “I don’t know what I'm doing either, we’ll figure it out.”

His hands around your waist tighten as he places one last kiss on your lips before he stands, you squeal lightly as he keeps you firmly around his waist walking towards his room. “You could put me down you know?” He places a kiss on your cheek and you wrap your arms around his neck, “I don’t want to.”

Once in the bedroom he lightly places you down on the bed and he stays standing up unsure of what he’s supposed to do. “do i like take off my clothes um.” You stand and the two of you look at one another. “Why don’t we both undress? or do you want to undress each other?” At your words his eyes light up and his ears couldn’t get any redder, he clearly likes the idea a lot so you grab his hands and place them on your shirt. “You can take it off.” He nods and lets out a shaky breath as he lifts your shirt over your head.

If you had known this was going to happen you would have chosen a cuter bra but you instead stand in your basic skin tone bra, heat rises on your face lightly with embarrassment but the look of amazement on his face has you feeling confident. You grab his hands once more and slide them to your waist where you help him tug down your pants and you stand in just your underwear in front of him. His mouth opens in amazement as his eyes dart all over you. “you’re so beautiful.” “shut up.” “im serious. you’re the most beautiful women ive ever seen. im the luckiest guy in the world.”

You place your hands on his neck as you place a light kiss on his lips. “you’re so sweet.” He shakes his head and his hands cup your face eyes full of love. “im only telling the truth.” Your hands move to the neck of his shirt and grip it. “Your turn.” His bright red face somehow only gets redder when you slide your hands down his chest to grab the bottom of his shirt and lifting it over his head. “when did you start working out?” He lets out a light moan as your hands drag down his stomach and rub around his chest. “when i moved here uhh the umm the complex has a gym.” You lightly um as your hands reach the waistband of his pants and you begin to toy with the elastic.

He expects you to take off his pants move back to sit on the bed but instead your hands goes inside the waistband to cup his budge from his briefs. The sound he lets out is not what you had been expecting, it sounds something closer to a whine as he questions you, “what are you doing?” You grin at him as his eyes dart all over your face. “Can i touch you?” He pants lightly as your hands already begins to move slight and he gulps. “shouldn’t i touch you? or umm oh i don’t know fuck please.” his head falls to your neck and he begins pecking light kisses on the skin there as your hand slips into his briefs and wraps around him.

He throbs in your hands, you lightly jerk him to see how he responds and you can hear a pleased moan as you continue to pump him in your hand using the precum that drips out of his tip as a lubricant you find a steady pace. He bites into the side of your neck and you let out a shaky moan as his grip tightens on your waist. you can feel wetness soak your skin whether it be his sweat or tears you have no clue but the only thing you can focus on his whines and moans in your ear. “you’re so good fuck fuck.” he must be getting close because you can feel him shaking but he suddenly grabs your hands and pulls them away from him as he pants.

“did i do something wrong? im sorry.” he quickly shakes his head, “no no of course not i just don’t want to um cum right now.” you tilt your head in confusion, why would he not want to cum? until he turns his head and even his neck has turned red and a light bulb flicks over your head and you let out an sound of understanding and grab his sweatpants to pull them down until they hit the floor.

you both stand face to face in just your underwear, you watch him eye your chest and you reach your hands up to unclip your bra. you slowly unclip it and he watches as it drags down your arms and you toss it lightly on the floor. you sit down on the bed and you motion for him to join you. he does and he warily watches your face for approval which you grant before he cups your breasts with a shuttered breath. You can tell somethings bothering him though, theres a look in his eyes that says somethings wrong but before you can question it he speaks.

“can i touch you?” its the same question you had throw at him but it gives you butterflies, you wonder if it had done the same to him. you spread your legs and he stares at the spot between your legs where you’re soaked. theres a huge spot on your practically ruined panties where you’ve begun to leak, theres even some residual wetness on your inner thighs. “fuck.” he licks his lips and looks up at you and your flushed face. “don’t get cocky jace.” he laughs lightly as his fingers press against your slit from the fabric and you let out a moan. he watches for your reactions as he begins to rub you through the fabric, “Jace, please.”

his fingers shake as they push the fabric aside and he touches your folds. “oh fuck you’re so fucking wet.” he just continues to rub at your skin, it feels nice but you both know you need more. “how many should i,,” he trails off, unsure of how to word the question. “two, just to start, you can add another when i tell you.” he nods and slowly pushes two fingers into you.

his fingers feel a lot better than yours do they're thicker and they're longer reaching a bit more than you can and your hands dig into his shoulders. “good?” you hiss lightly for a second as his hands wiggle lightly before nodding. “yes move please.” he quickly listens, pulling his fingers out before slowly pushing them back in methodically. He feeds off every sound you let out and moves quicker as your face contorts in pleasure. it feels good but its not enough and when you tell him he can add another he finger he looks at you unsure but when you reassure him its fine he does and the burn it adds satisfies the itch that you know can only be scratched once he’s inside of you.

when he pulls his fingers out before you can cum you whine but he just smiles at you “lift your hips for me.” you do and he slides your underwear down your legs exposing you fully to him. He takes a second to admire you before your eyes widen as he gets down on his knees, “i thought guys didn’t like that.” you try to tell him but he just shrugs, “i bet i will.”

he kisses you inner thighs slowly working his way up to your slit where he pauses before he lightly licks at your folds before pushing his tongue inside of you. your hand finds it way to his hair as he warily licks every drop of you he can get. when you tug at his hair he groans, you try your best to avoid his glasses which sit pushed up into his hair. Your face contorts with pleasure as you throw your head back. he’s messy and clearly unsure of what he’s doing but it doesn’t matter to you as he brings you closer to your release. you can feel your stomach burning as he suddenly pulls away and looks at you, he looks gorgeous with his hair a mess and his lips glossy.

“could you show me um where uh,,,” your brows furrow in confusion until you laugh and sit up. “its fine here.” you grab his hand and use his finger to push around inside of you until his finger presses against your clit and your moan. you suddenly fall back once again with your hands playing with your breasts while one of his hand plays with your clit and his other on your knee to keep your legs parted while he tongue works his way inside of you. you can no longer ignore the burning in your stomach as it becomes harder and harder to push down. “Jace I'm gonna oh fuck.” the grip you have on his hair tightens as you hiss when he continues to work you till you shake with pleasure and you essence drips into his mouth down his jaw and neck.

He shakily stands and licks his lips seemingly not caring that he was a mess. “do i-“ you pull him down on top of you and press your lips against him in a feverish kiss which he returns, “i want to be on top.” his eyes widen, “will that be good for you?” you nod rapidly eager to feel him inside of you and your eyes practically turn into hearts when he stands and pulls down his briefs, his hardness slapping his stomach you barely get the chance to admire him before he rummages around in his bedside table pulling out a clearly new box of condoms.

he struggles to open them slight with his shaky hands but manages to open it and grab one. when he looks back at you and your amused expression he looks down at the box with embarrassment. “Aegon got it for me. he was trying to tease me.” you grab him to sit on the bed and get him to lay back against the headboard while you grabbed the packet out of his hands. “then ill have to thank him later.”

you open the condom with your teeth before slowly sliding it down his length causing him to hiss and close his eyes to calm himself. the two of you look at each other as you sit up, “are you good?” he nods and lightly thanks you, “are you?” you also nod and you grab him to position him into your opening while he pulls his glasses back down to his face. with one last look you begin to sink down onto him.

you put your forehead against his and the two of you shudder with pleasure the lower and lower you get. once you get as low as you can go you pause and the two of you take a few moments to readjust. his glasses fog up as he catches your lips in his, when your hips move slightly up then back down he bites at your lip before throwing his head back and whines slightly while your mouth lulls open in pleasure.

You two find a simply rhythm with you moving up and down. sweat covering your bodies as the two of you sing in pleasure, his glasses are basically completely covered now with fog and you take them off his face before shoving your lips messily against his as his hands grip your hips to help you move up and down on him. the sounds of your skin slapping against each other and moans and whines fill the hot room. he throbs inside of you as he hits spots you've never been able to reach, your head falls into the cave of his neck neck as you feel yourself close. “Jace fuck you’re so good fuck.” he whines and bites your shoulder again “please cum please Jace fuck wanna feel it.” he cries into your neck as he nods, “i love you i love you so much.” “i love you too Jace.” when he feels you release around him it pushes him over the edge where he's shooting his load into his condom.

the two of you fall completely on top of each other in a sweaty sticky mess. you catch your breaths unable to think straight. no words are spoken for awhile until you sit up lightly and push the hair away from his sweaty face. “we should have done that sooner.” the two of you laugh as you peck his lips. “i really love you a lot Jace.” he beams and grabs his glasses to fiddle them back onto his face. “i love you too.” you hum and kiss his cheek. “as nice as you being inside me is i really have to pee.” the two of you hiss as you pull away and he sits up to watch you stumble your way towards the bathroom. he tosses the condom away and he stands to get a cup of water not bothering to put on any of his clothes.

he hands you a glass when you walk out of the bathroom and you chug it down before looking at yourself with disgust. “i need a shower.” “you can use it i don't mind.” you roll your eyes and slap his shoulder much to his confusion. “that's when you’re supposed to say then lets take one together dummy.” his face flushes for the millionth time that night as you walk away and sigh as you turn to see him not following you. “come on you’re not gonna leave me alone are you?” he downs his glass and quickly hurries to follow you as you giggle.

[konigslittleliebling]

Sandor x plus size reader!!!!! I am begging you for the love of god!!!!!!

your prayers have been answered 😌🫡

table of contents; mentions of bullying, the other girls leave you out :((, but dw you’re a stark, sandor loves chub, no sex but plenty of touchy-feely, fingering, you almost get caught, a little angsty, not proofread // 18+

you’re bigger than the other girls. even with this rib-squashing corset compressing your sides into an awkward hourglass shape, you’re bigger. they love to remind you. and you wouldn’t mind if they did so frankly and woman-to-woman. but they don’t. opting for sniggers and giggling, muttering and sidelong judgements.

the way your exposed slithers of flesh spill out, the way your clothing takes that little extra tailoring to perfect. your father tells you that you’re beautiful, and at least you won’t catch your death in the north’s cold. ‘insulation’, he often jests with kind intent. he means well.

your cousins, jon and robb, don’t much worry about needing to ward off potential suitors. which they don’t much mind, not when they have sansa to look out for. but it’s the girls they instead must make effort to protect your dignity from. how they love to mock and jeer.

so you’re carrying a little extra weight? beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and you don’t recall the width of one’s waist being a factor. men like big things.

big swords, big keeps, big horses, big bank and big feasts.

and hounds do love some meat on their bones.

he watches you across the banquet. you’re seated with sansa and arya, enduring the snarky comments that jeyne poole throws your way. arya tells her to shut up, jeyne calls her horse-face. you sit and pick at your food, afraid that if you take a bite, you’ll be subject to further belittling. so arya digs her spoon into your bowl and catapults it right at jeyne, then another at sansa. robb and jon’s laughter carries across the hall. ned smirks, clearly proud. catelyn elbows him.

you lift a hand to your mouth, trying to hide your smile. sandor can see it from here. it could be the summerwine, but he feels a warmth surge through him. your cheeks are rosy, your bust all flushed and the stray hairs that escape your up-do appear awry and wild. the amused glint in your eyes he gazes into from afar is perhaps the first sign of happiness he’s gotten from you yet. you’re always so. . . sad. so distant and adrift.

then you excuse yourself, stumbling a little when you rise from the bench. you pat arya’s head on your way out, who scrunches her nose up at you before glaring back at her sister who attempts to pick potato out of her auburn hair, and repeatedly stabs her knife menacingly into the table’s oak.

‘little psycho’, sandor’s inner monologue drones before his dark eyes find you again, as if drawn by magnetic force. he catches the tail-end of your leave as you disappear towards the wine cellars below. he turns to the king, ready to make some fuckass excuse about fetching more wine. no one will notice his absence if he says nothing, no point in lying. sandor hates liars. hates everyone really.

you gasp when the scuff of old boots scrapes the ground and you twist toward the cellar doors, the bottle of wine you picked almost slipping from your grasp. “oh.” you place a hand on your chest. “it’s just you.”

he cocks his brow. “aye, just me.” he joins your side, eyeing up the bottle in your hand. “you don’t want that shite.” he grabs it from you and returns it to its crate before reaching up to rummage around a few feet above your head. you frown. “i did, actually.”

“nah.” he finds what he was looking for, blowing on the bottle and dusting it off with a gloved hand. a dust cloud drifts over your face and you splutter, taking a step back. “this is the stuff.” he removes the cork, stiff and practically crumbling within his grip. with a pop, he yanks it out and brings the bottle to your nose.

you jerk your head back, grimacing when a stale waft burns through your sinuses. “seven hells, how old is that?”

“your guess is as good as mine.” he snickers down at you, crooked teeth glinting in the low-light. “wine’s better when it’s aged.”

“i bet this cellar was built around that.” you joke. “that bottle’s been here longer than winterfell.”

“aye.” he humours, then takes a generous swig. his good eye twitches, the burnt one squinting shut when he swallows. “fuckin hell that’s some good wine.”

you smile. “i’ll take your word for it.”

he watches you, three strands of greasy but also somehow straw-like hair draped over his burn. “what’re you doing down here, girl?”

you shrug, averting your eyes. his don’t leave you once, captivated. he’s never seen such a pretty thing. they say sansa stark is the most desirable girl in the north, sandor begs to differ. “it’s very loud up there.” you finally say, dragging a finger back and forth atop one of the kegs.

he nods, hovering the bottle at his mouth. “sensitive little thing, aren’t you?” then he takes a long chug, maroon trickling down his neck. his stare won’t leave you.

“~little~ is not the word i’d use.” you chuckle, but it does not meet your eyes. you swallow and purse your lips, taking extraordinary interest in your surroundings.

“aye, i’ve heard what they say.” sandor offers you the bottle, its aroma enough to inebriate you in itself.

you size it up for a second, then huff in defeat and allow him to put it your lips. he puts a hand under the soft flesh of your chin and tilts it with the bottle. it’s warm on your tongue and scorches a path down your throat, dry and bitter. “i suppose you agree.”

he focuses on the way it’s stained your pouty lips, swelling them slightly too. “they’re not wrong, you’re a big girl.” when he first arrived at winterfell, you were the first thing to catch his eye. not because of your size, but because of how you held yourself. fair skinned, surprisingly delicate-looking. like a porcelain doll.

you nod, fiddling with your fingers. “pardon me, ser. i must make sure arya is not causing too much mischief.” you try to sidle past him, muttering an awkward ‘sorry’ when your front presses against his side.

a large hand stops you, the thick stubs of his fingers biting into the chub of your upper arm. “i’m no ser.” he practically growls at you, the stench of wine that carries in his breath far stronger than that of the entire cellar.

you try to pry his fingers from you. “please, ser, you’re hurting me!”

he shakes you, leaning down so he can see the way your cleavage plunges as you struggle. “stop that.”

you look up, tears pricking in the ice-blue of your eyes. “please, ser!”

“not ‘ser,” his blunt nails pinch you. “do i frighten you?”

you stop squirming, hand stilling atop his whilst the other lands on the leather strap of his cloak. “i would not say your presence brings me comfort, ser— sandor.”

his eyes narrow and he tugs you closer, almost lifting you from the ground which astonishes you. a gasp falls from your mouth, then clamps shut when you feel a large palm rest heavily on your hip.

the thin flesh of his lower lip disappears between his teeth for a moment, pupils sinking below the realms of socially acceptable when they dance over your bosoms, then a little lower. he drinks you in, practically fucking you with his eyes.

“you’re a woman.” eventually he drags his gaze back up to yours. “have you ever laid with anyone?”

“no.” you shut him down, pushing on his chest. he doesn’t move. “you flatter me, but no.”

“but you’ve bled.” he ensures, not budging.

you’re shocked by him, mouth hanging open. “my womanhood has bloomed, yes.”

he snorts. “aye, so why’ve you never been taken?”

your eyes flit between his, heart hammering. “i— i’ve not yet been promised.” then that usual sadness returns to your expression and you start to weaken in his hold, leaning into him slightly. “not that my father hasn’t tried — he arranged a betrothal but. . .” you trail off, absent again. “when he met me in person he. . .”

“didn’t want you.” sandor finishes, loosening his grip on you. “who was it?”

the unfamiliar gentleness in his tone throws you off. “oh, um. . . loras tyrell—”

you’re startled by the bellowing guffaw that rips itself from sandor’s chest, deep and hearty. you shush him, smacking his stomach as you look between him and the staircase that leads to the king’s feast. “ser, please! lower your voice!”

he pinches the wide bridge of his nose, allowing his laughter to distill into a low chuckle. you can’t help but smile up at him, baffled. did you just make sandor clegane laugh?

“not a ser.” he reminds you. “and loras fuckin tyrell is about as straight as you are slight.”

you stare up at him, perplexed. “i beg your pardon?”

“he was disappointed by your lack of cock, you daft girl, not your. . . shape.” you continue to stare blankly, not sure how to process what he’s saying. he flashes you a wonky smirk. “you didn’t know? oh, come off it. every cunt and his grandmother knows that loras tyrell, knight of fucking flowers, takes it up the shitter.”

you gawk. “sandor—”

“what?” he’s beaming, rather enjoying himself. “he couldn’t handle you anyway. what was benjen stark doing trying to marry his daughter to renly’s little bitch?”

you become brittle to his touch, rigid and unimpressed. “i don’t know, he probably yearned to rid of me. loras was probably his last resort. besides, it was my uncle’s idea. my father travels with jon and lord tyrion to the wall at sunrise.”

“that’s why you’re down here, is it?” sandor challenges, resilient against your resisting. “drown your sorrows. . . bury them at the bottom of a bottle?”

“i needed to get away.” you take his bait, biting immediately. “why are you down here? did you follow me?”

“so what if i did?” he leans closer, finally releasing your arm to rest his hand beside your head. you realise he’s pinned you against the wall and your heart lurches.

you exchange silent expressions, yours one of uncertainty whilst his is hard to read. it’s a little haunting. then he backs away and you feel strangely cold, the weight of his hand departing from your side leaving you feeling feather-light. he lowers himself to sit on the wooden wine barrels in front of you, his scarred face hidden in the lowlight.

“nothing wrong with you.” you hear him grunt. your brows furrow and you push yourself off the sloped bricks behind you. “it just means you’re eating; means you’re putting the food away.” he looks up, brown eyes appearing almost golden in the candlelight that tumbles down the stairwell. “and you fill that out nicely.” he motions to your dress of traditional stark blue, cotton and layered.

your eyes water and you smile sadly at him. “there’s nothing wrong with you, either.” you approach him, tentatively. reaching for him cautiously, you brush the locks of hair he’d combed over his burn. he flinches from your touch but you shush him, tucking his hair behind what remains of his ear. “and i’ve heard what they say about you too.” you whisper. “you did not deserve that.”

his eyes meet yours, legs parting to accommodate the curves of your hips. sat down, he still towers over you. “i was only playing with it.” he murmurs, reflecting on the night he was pressed to the coals for playing with his brother’s toy.

you nod and flatten your hand against his cheek, feeling the waxy bumpiness of it. the texture of his healed tissue would disgust most people, but you find it rather marvellous and utterly devastating. “i’ll never be like the other girls.” you sniffle, responding with your own tear-jerker.

it’s silent for a moment, except for the noise above that echoes down, and the occasional dripping of water from the ceilings.

then he’s on you like a ravenous dog, which in some cases you suppose he is. you stiffen like a board but soon relax, melting into the kiss with glad submission. he cups your supple frame, groping your soft flesh with fidgety hands that can’t decide which part of you they want to touch. one claws at your hair, the other alternating between the small of your back and the plumpness of your buttocks.

you moan into his mouth, granting him the opportunity to invade yours with a greedy tongue, his saliva more potent than the wine. you feel drunk on him, your blood thawing in your veins. it all goes straight to your head, dizzying. you’ve never felt such a buzz.

he groans, pulling you impossibly closer in a crushing embrace. the kiss is almost painful, no rhythm or skill. just raw and deep, teeth and tongue. you don’t have any other man to compare him to, but you’re confident in assuming that none kiss quite like this. hungry and desperate.

you struggle to breathe, panting into his mouth. he does the same, stealing your breath for his own. he sucks you in, hands roaming the pillowy curves of your frame. he loves that he can hold your flesh without feeling bone beneath it; that he can appreciate a woman who possesses a beauty that can’t be amplified by leanness. you look healthy and mature. like the perfect environment to grow a litter. oh, how his cubs would pad you out all the more.

and with that he emits a noise somewhere between a snarl and a groan, separating his mouth from yours with a slick pop he meddles with your underskirt, hiking it up your legs. your fingers curl into his fur-clad shoulders when he glides his hand up the inner crook of your thighs. they’re plump and wide, and his mind paints a picture of his face sandwiched between them whilst he dines on you. its a stunning mental image, one that will remain engraved for some time.

his fingers find your centre — warm and needy. you’re fucking soaked, he knew you would be. he feels your cluster of nerves twitch when his fingertip coasts it, your entrance pulsating for something it didn’t much crave until now.

you’ve explored yourself amid boredom or loneliness but never did it feel this good. his thick thumb meanders through your slit, snaking back and forth. you mewl like you’re in season, which you might as well be. his mouth seizes your chest, nipping and suckling. you throw your head back when his digits tease your tight little hole, hands hurrying to tangle in his matted hair. the commotion upstairs fades into the background and you forget yourself, allowing a throaty moan to slip from your parted lips.

one of his hands remains at your backside, pinching and kneading at the fatty muscles, claiming it for his own. one large finger slides into you with surprising ease and the stretch is glorious. one can only imagine how much his cock would split you open, parting your insides and opening you around himself. if anything the thought eases you open for him, letting him puncture you knuckle-deep. it stings but it stings well, the discomfort fizzling in a second.

you feel him tense, finger bending within you. his teeth find your neck, nibbling and tasting. he laps at the sweat that beads there, licking his way back to your mouth. you invite him in gladly, knotting your tongue with his. the salt from your skin’s arousal paired with the sharpness of winterfell’s finest wine makes for a head-spinning combination and you lose yourself, clamping around his fingers when he adds another. they pump in and out, calculated and much more precise than his kisses. practiced and diligent.

you shudder, gushing around his fingers. he swallows your moans, coaxing you through your release. but he frees himself of you suddenly, tearing you from a pleasant and gradual retreat. his fingers leave your cunt gaping and weeping, your face wears a similar expression. you fix your dress, slumping onto the barrels to collect yourself. he stands when you sit, like he can no longer stand the sight of you. he wipes his hand with his cloak and clears his throat, gravelly and husk.

it’s then that you notice you have company. robb stands at the bottom step, eyes wide and switching between the two of you.

sandor doesn’t hang around. adjusting the waistband of his trousers, he shoves past the young lord, no backwards glance or word of farewell. you slouch, avoiding eye contact with your cousin.

“i came for more wine.” robb tells you. “what was that?”

you don’t know what to tell him. truthfully, you don’t even know what that was. “so did i.”

[therobbycuepitt]

I kinda wanna see how this would play out with Frank Langdon. It could be from either POV. The we just had sex and it’s the morning after and i woke up to an empty bed and how could i be so stupid of course you left me alone but wait you’re in my kitchen cooking me breakfast and i’m so relieved trope.

Hungry - F.L.

got a little hot under the collar writing this 🥵 hope this was okay anon 🫡

warnings: smut, pillow fucker!frank, masturbation (m), oral (f receiving), P in V descriptions, not proofread/spellchecked

It was too good to be true.

That was what Frank thought as he stared at the empty space next to him on his bed. He probably dreamt the whole thing all together. The shy smile you gave him when he first saw you fully naked on his bed. The sounds you made when his relentless tongue pushed you to cumming all over his mouth. His hands finally knew the feeling of the soft flesh of your ass filling his palms. The sound of your skin slapping against his thighs when you rode him to his release.

God, he's hard again. The echo of his name being moaned from your lips when his mouth was exploring your chest. His hand instinctively palms his growing member over his sheets.

Fuck, he already missed being inside of you. If all of this was a one time thing, he'll milk the feeling while the memory is still hot. He lets a long breath out and closes his eyes, trying to ignore the sting of you leaving early after the best sex any man could ever experience–but he guessed it wasn't the same for you. Because you're not there. Not in his arms, warm and sleeping on his chest.

His pillows still hold your scent, he rolls on his stomach, placing one under him. Fully stroking himself now, trying to commit to memory the sight of you beneath him. He groans as he quickened his pace, hips bucking onto the pillow remembering the way your deep, wet cunt took his cock so well.

I'm so fucking close. He thinks, precum seeping to his pillowcase. He thinks back to your third orgasm last night, the one when you came together–his name leaving your lips in small gasps as he pushes you both to overstimulation.

He hears his name again which stops his motions. Wait, that sounded real this time. He slowly sits up, and hears your voice again. Shit. You're still here?

Frank grabs his boxers from the floor and looks for the thickest sweats he could find in his drawer, hoping to conceal his still hard member.

He enters the kitchen slowly, eyeing the food that was already plated on the island. You stand next to the coffee machine, pouring one for yourself and placing Frank’s next to his plate.

“Thought you'd be hungry after last night. I mean, I sure am,” you say a little coy. Your chuckle gets muffled in the mug you're sipping from. Frank is still frozen in the middle of the kitchen, staring at your figure that was comfortably covered by one of his shirts. Like you've done this a million times. He takes two long strides to you, his hands instantly on your hips, holding you flush to his body.

“Hungry doesn't even cut it.”

A/N: its the middle of the night and my sentences might not make any sense but I'll still post this anyway and look back at it when i wake up AHSJKSKS

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Fashion n' Cars

Pairings: F1 Grid x Verstappen!Supermodel!Reader Summary: Max Verstappen has a sister who is a famous supermodel but what happens when other F1 drivers start taking interest in her? Warnings: None! fc: Emily Ratajkwoski Proofread!! A/N: Happy 150 followerssss, this is a special post for celebrating our 150 followers. I js wanna say thank you so much for all the support and appreciation. I really do appreciate it, your feedbacks and comments makes my heart flutter. I promise to always give you the best i can and here's to many more <3 and again if u want to be added on my taglist u can input ur user on this form ^^ https://forms.gle/4Pk1HSDjTEg51Xo79

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“baby?” jisung called out as soon as he heard the door open, followed by your heavy sigh. you remained silent as you took off your shoes, happy that you don’t have to wear them anymore that day. dropping your bag on the floor you dragged your feet to the living room where jisung was laying on the couch, a fluffy blanket draped over his shoulders as some anime was playing quietly in the background. 

“hi,” you muttered, giving him a little peck on the forehead, and decided to grab some water from the fridge. “i thought you were supposed to go out with the boys tonight?” 

he sighed at your words, pausing the show. “i joined them for a while, but they invited their girlfriends and it felt too crowded after a while.” 

“did you at least have fun?” 

“i mean, yeah, we went to that new restaurant down the street. i have to take you there sometime, the food was amazing,” he responded with a small smile and you mirrored it. “i had to give up karaoke though.” 

you let out a little mhm, sitting down next to him and hugging him. for a moment it was silent between the two of you, you didn’t really know what to say more, you knew exactly how he felt after the night out.

“how about you? how was the dinner?” jisung broke the silence. 

“boring, tiring… do i have to say more?” you whined, taking a sip of your water. you put the bottle on the coffee table in front of you and without a word laid down, placing your head on jisung’s lap. “my boss was so annoying, he kept making those weird jokes about dogs. he was so drunk, you wouldn’t believe it,” you giggled as you recalled your memories from a few hours ago. he laughed at your words, trying to imagine your boss in that state and soon after the comfortable silence once again settled between you two. 

when jisung and you started dating you were afraid he’s gonna think you’re weird for being so tired after nights out. it’s not that you didn’t enjoy it, but social interactions simply exhausted you. as a kid your family used to make fun of you for wanting to leave any types of family parties, thinking that your weariness was a sign of disrespect. that’s why when jisung happened to not only understand you perfectly in that matter, but also feel the same, you were relieved. some might think it’s nothing, but you finally felt seen and validated.

“i’m so exhausted, sungie…” you yawned.

“i know, baby, i know,” he whispered, running his fingers through your hair. you closed your eyes, relishing in the quiet moment, glad that the day was almost over. “you can rest now, i got you.” 

“i love you,” you mumbled quietly, but he managed to catch that, smiling to himself before leaning over and placing a kiss on your temple. 

no more words were said as you melted into jisung’s lap. soon your soft snores and the anime on the tv were the only noises in the apartment as you recharged, feeling the most comfortable in each other’s presence. 

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