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rafeskai · 15 days ago

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Stolen Glances - Drew Starkey

Summary: At the Met Gala, Reader, a singer, and Drew Starkey share an unexpected connection after slipping away from the spotlight to escape the chaos. Bonding over music and the pressures of fame, they find themselves drawn to each other, sharing candid moments and stolen glances throughout the night.

Pairings: Drew Starkey x Popstar!Reader

Warnings: None

Author's Note: Let me know if I should make this a short series :)

The lights are blinding, bouncing off the sleek walls and polished floors, reflecting the glitz and glamor of a world that feels surreal even to you, despite having been in the limelight for years. The Met Gala was one of the events you could never quite get used to — an annual, glittering parade of artists, designers, models, and the occasional movie star. Tonight, you’ve arrived with your team, decked out in a show-stopping outfit that had social media buzzing long before you even stepped onto the red carpet.

After the red carpet and photo-ops, you slip away, seeking a quieter corner of the hall, clutching a champagne glass that’s more for show than sipping. It’s here, away from the flashing cameras, that you hear someone chuckle softly nearby.

“So you’re hiding out too, huh?”

You turn toward the voice and find yourself face-to-face with Drew Starkey. He’s tall, with an easy smile, his tux fitting him like it was made for him. You recognize him immediately — the Internet’s favorite bad boy. And despite the flashy lights outside, he somehow exudes a quiet, laid-back charm that feels surprisingly out of place in a room full of larger-than-life personalities.

“Guilty,” you reply, a smirk tugging at your lips as you raise your glass. “Needed a breather. How about you?”

Drew chuckles, scratching the back of his neck, his eyes sweeping over the crowded hall. “Yeah, I’m not too big on these things either. But they told me it’d be ‘good for my image,’” he says, making air quotes with a playful grin.

You laugh, nodding in understanding. “They say that a lot. But hey, it’s not so bad. I’ve already had three strangers tell me they love my latest album, which they clearly haven’t listened to.”

Drew chuckles, his gaze meeting yours. “Well, for what it’s worth, I did listen to your latest album. My sister is obsessed. I think I’ve heard every song about a thousand times.”

“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow, amused. “Then you must be a fan by now.”

He shrugs with a playful smile. “Maybe I am. Got a favorite track, actually.”

Curiosity piqued, you tilt your head, challenging him. “Really? Which one?”

He steps closer, lowering his voice as if to keep the answer between the two of you. “Track three. ‘Lonely Nights,’ right? That song hits different.”

You blink, caught off guard by his choice. That song was raw, a rare glimpse of your private self in an industry that often demanded you be someone else. Hearing Drew mention it, with that earnest glint in his eye, stirs something in you.

“Didn’t expect that,” you admit. “Most people go for the upbeat stuff. The party anthems.”

He shrugs again, an easy smile gracing his lips. “Guess I’m not most people.”

Before you can respond, a voice calls out to you from across the room — your manager, reminding you that you’re needed back on the main floor.

You give Drew an apologetic smile, reluctant to leave. “Duty calls, I guess.”

He nods, his gaze lingering on you. “Good luck out there.”

You turn to leave, but then glance back at him, emboldened. “Hey, maybe we’ll run into each other again tonight?”

He grins, his eyes twinkling under the dim lights. “Count on it.”

As the night wears on, you spot Drew in the crowd multiple times, catching his eye each time and exchanging a silent smile or a raised glass. Eventually, you find yourself back in that quiet corner, escaping the chaos once more — and it’s no surprise that Drew finds his way there too.

“Fancy meeting you here,” he jokes, leaning casually against the wall beside you.

“Guess this is our spot now,” you reply, a smile creeping onto your face.

The rest of the night blurs into an effortless flow of conversation. Drew listens intently as you share anecdotes from your world, and he offers his own, giving you glimpses into the life of an actor constantly in the public eye. There’s a quiet understanding between you both, an unspoken bond between two people navigating the glitzy chaos of fame.

As the night winds down, and the crowd begins to thin, Drew walks you outside, where the city lights glisten in the darkness.

“Thanks for tonight,” you say, the words leaving you softer than you intended.

He glances down at you, his gaze steady. “No problem. Hopefully, we get to do it again sometime.”

Before you can respond, he takes a step back, giving you a quick, almost shy smile before disappearing into the night.

You’re left standing there, with a new excitement buzzing in your chest. The first spark of something that feels rare and real — and maybe, just maybe, the beginning of something extraordinary.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks #outer banks x reader #obx #obx x reader #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #rafe cameron obx #rafe cameron request #rafe cameron season 4 #drew starkey fanfiction

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yuri-puppies · 7 months ago

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#LITERALLY I WAS TALKING ABOUT THIS LAST NIGHT #laios’s fight with shuro is so important. because of how it sets up this later interaction with kabru #kabru says something earnest and genuine and vulnerable for the first time in the story and laios dOESNT BELIEVE HIM #BECAUSE LAIOS THINKING PEOPLE SECRETLY HATE HIM IS NO LONGER IRRATIONAL #‘kabru wants to kill laios’ WRONG ‘laios cant remember kabru’s name’ WRONG he says it correctly twice before the misremembering gag #‘laios doesn’t care about kabru’ WRONG after the harpy fight he checks up on him and makes a special omelette just for him. #kabru says ‘talking with you has been my favorite part of this dungeon trip’ and LAIOS SAYS HE FEELS THE SAME #like!! no one is forcing you to ship them but trying to act like they aren’t friends is false

@sabertoothwalrus saying truths

ngl kind of dreading what this week’s episode will do to the fan perception of kabru bc ppl already characterize him as overly violent bc of the harpy egg scene. he views killing laios as a last resort. he was being dramatic. that’s the punchline!

he’s interested in laios’s monster ramblings. he may not be interested in monsters themselves but he wants to know about his thought process.

in a way it is funny bc its such a “the boy who cried wolf” situation bc kabru lies so much some of the audience doesn’t believe him when he’s actually speaking from his heart

while yeah kabru might go insane if laios just kept rambling about monsters some of you exaggerate it. he’s more likely to try to divert the conversation into something else(even if it doesn’t work) than outright attack him or something. like sure, he’d get violent thoughts but he won’t act on them! god

#just did a reread of the manga and it struck me that it's not just that Kabru doesn't want to kill Laios #him not wanting to kill Laios is like. A HUGE THING #(it's not his main motivation but it's nipping at its heels like a little stray dog. a stray italian grayhound even *gets shot*)#his common sense/training (Laios is dangerous; a threat to neutralize) and his instincts (to pin his hopes on Laios) are in conflict #and at every crossroad -full of doubt- he picks the path of helping Laios & his party #he really unnerved me at first read bc i could never tell what he'd do #and he's such a good red herring that i hate to deprive anyone of experiencing him as he is meant to be experienced #but i'm also so tired of him getting called a psychopath narcissist in the tags #ANYWAYS #what drives me insane about Kabru and Laios post-canon is that it's Laios' turn now #in order for the kingdom to thrive Laios is going to have to trust Kabru #over and over again #and the awareness of how dangerous a really socially savvy person can be to him specifically. let alone one who has lied to him before #((also yes Kabru does wish to enact cartoon violence upon Laios. so do Chilchuck and Marcille. he's not special.))#dungeon meshi manga spoilers #dunmeshi #good meta op

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scientia-rex · 8 months ago

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I feel like disappointment in Biden is baffling to me because he was always a disappointment. He was the asshole who got to ride to power on the coattails of a better man. He told bizarre and repeated lies (despite getting caught at it and his team telling him not to) about having a Welsh coal miner dad when he did not and he stole that story from actual Welsh people. I read a profile of him years back that pointed this out and told the story of the time he straight up ignored good advice from an expert not to plant a certain kind of tree too close together and flew a bunch of them out to plant, at night because he was just too fucking excited about it, and they all died. He’s not a smart man! He’s charismatic ish and lacks principles and as far as I can tell doesn’t really care about abortion rights or a lot of things we’d consider pretty critical to preserving freedom. I sincerely thought he couldn’t become President because there were so many obviously better candidates in the pool. I underestimated the sexism and antisemitism in American politics, and when he became the candidate in 2020 I gritted my teeth and voted for him because the alternative was a man who is not only an idiot but also profoundly dangerous. Trump is not ha-ha crazy, he’s Mussolini crazy. He is not dangerous because he’s stupid, although that doesn’t help; he’s dangerous because he does not care about anyone except himself under any circumstances and if that means he lets the far right push us straight into forced birth for white women and sterilization for women of color he’s going to do that. If that means conversion therapy for queers and death penalty for homosexual acts he’s going to do that. He has literally no limits. If he gets back into power, a whole lot of people are going to die, again. It’s not a hypothetical because it happened the first time and he’s only going to get worse.

I am not, never have been, and never will be a fan of Biden. To pretend that he and Trump are in any way equivalent is wrong at best and another goddamn Russian psy-op at worst. To pretend that a third party candidacy is viable in the US is to completely ignore every election of your lifetime and your parents’ lifetimes, and to further ignore the lesson of Ross Perot.

You cannot save Palestinians by not voting for Biden in November; the best you can do is chip away at his margin, and the worst you can do is see Trump elected so he can decide to do the worst possible thing in ever circumstance. Biden has Palestinian blood on his hands and watching this when we could have had Bernie or Elizabeth Warren instead is maddening. (I would have preferred Hillary to Trump, but I don’t think she’d be any different than Biden here. They’re both old-school politicians.)

I hate everything about this, and I hate that saying “maybe don’t put the man who literally said he would kill his political enemies in power” is seen as supporting genocide. It’s acknowledging reality. Joe Biden as a person can eat rocks for all I care. I was kind of hoping he’d die sooner in his term so we’d have time to get used to and then vote for President Harris. (Remember when the line was “she’s a cop, don’t vote for her”? Funny how there’s always a reason not to vote for a woman or a person of color or someone you just “don’t like” and can’t put a finger on why except she “seems angry.” Oh does she. How would she not? When Michelle fucking Obama, the picture of grace , STILL got called angry for having the nerve to be a Black woman with an opinion? When Hillary Clinton lost to a man with no political experience to her decades and who openly discussed sexually assaulting women? Would you have voted for President Harris? Or would you let Trump win again because you don’t LIKE her personally and she’s made decisions and statements you disagree with?)

Biden has both less power than his critics give him credit for and more power than his fans give him credit for. He needs to do more to pressure Israel and although it’s a delicate diplomatic situation I’d rather see us fuck up our diplomatic relationship with Israel than watch more Palestinians get murdered for things like “wanting to eat” and “existing.” The line has been crossed, and he doesn’t see it. Because he wasn’t the best person for the job. Because they didn’t get elected, because of sexism/antisemitism/racism. Hell, I have no idea what bootlicker Pete Buttegieg would have done here, but I’d have given him a try. But no. We got Biden and we’re stuck with this reality where you can be as leftist as you want and still have to look at the situation and decide whether you’re comfortable contributing to a Trump victory through inaction. I want socialism—I want every single person on Earth to have clean drinking water, enough safe food, shelter, medical care, and education—and I’m going to vote for Biden, pissy as it makes me, because the only actual alternative is so, so much worse, for me personally as both a woman and a queer, and for everyone in America and the rest of the world who Trump would find reasons to hurt. What do you think the man who openly and repeatedly praises dictators is going to do when those dictators massacre their own people? Yes, we need to care about this genocide now. We also need to care about all of the other people who are at real risk, both at home and abroad. Would a Trump government agree to fund military intervention in Haiti without insisting on it being a colonial exercise in power? Would a Trump government roll back the restrictions on discriminating against transgender patients in healthcare? How would Trump respond if Orban started dragging people into the streets and shooting them en masse? How would Trump respond if China finally went for it and invaded Taiwan? There are more lives at stake here than mine or yours or even those of the Palestinians, who have deserved better for literally decades and are being mass killed in ways that should result in immediate sanctions, a war crimes trial, and the execution of Netanyahu.

The world deserves better from you than complicity in a Trump victory.

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penkura · 6 months ago

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No One Better

Note: Ahh I didn't know how to go about this, but here it is! It's another in the OP Men as Dads series, but this one is ONLY Zoro and his son. I just had this idea after seeing this OC template on Pinterest, and I had to do it, I couldn't not. I have thoughts floating around for other characters in this same vein of calming down their children, and I will post them separately like this most likely! For now, please enjoy Zoro being a wonderful, soft dad to his little boy. 🥹 I want to have his babies so bad, where is my irl Zoro omg

Your son may be Zoro’s child too, but he’s a big crybaby when either of you are missing from his sight. He could be happily sitting in your lap or on Zoro’s chest, but when Keitaro notices one of you isn’t around, he immediately pouts and begins to cry. At first it’s legitimate tears, until he learns that he can get you with crocodile tears because that’s your baby boy, of course you’re going to run to him when he cries! You figured it out quickly when he instantly started to smile and coo at you the first time he cried crocodile tears to get your attention, Zoro didn’t believe you for a few weeks until your ten-month-old did it to him too. He just loves you and Zoro so much, he wants you both around him all the time.

Zoro is able to calm him down very easily, just by talking to Keitaro gently. An older woman on an island you stopped at was surprised to see how easily Keitaro calmed down and went from nearly sobbing to happy little giggles when Zoro just took him from you and started asking him what was wrong, why was he so upset all of a sudden (he couldn’t see Zoro standing nearby, that was the problem). The woman was highly impressed and said her own husband hadn’t been that good with their children, it made you smile and thank her for the compliment, since you knew Zoro would never.

Keitaro is big enough to sit up on your lap during a party between your crew, the Heart Pirates, and the Kid Pirates when the three of you run into each other. Members of your (now permanently) allied crews coo and fawn over your son, the youngest of all the crews, and he adores the attention he receives from all these new people. Once everyone goes back to drinking and playing games, you choose to stay to the side with Keitaro, keeping him from the alcohol and making sure he stays happy while everything goes on, and he does, looking around at everyone and giggling when he sees Luffy do something funny.

Keitaro is happy and calm until he realizes he doesn’t see Zoro anywhere, making your nearly year old son start to pout and fuss. You try your hardest to calm him down when he really starts to cry and kick his legs because he’s frustrated, quietly speaking to him and placing kisses on his little head to help.

“Hey, little guy,” you feel beyond relived when Zoro comes over, resting his arms on your thighs and getting nose to nose with your son, which starts to calm him down, “What’re you crying for?”

Keitaro slowly calms down, looking at Zoro cross-eyed at first before his eyes fully focus on him, starting to smile and coo again as he puts his tiny hands on Zoro’s face. It makes Zoro smile in return as he takes your son from you, intending to give you a small break.

“Let’s give mama a few minutes to enjoy the party too, yeah?” Zoro gently tosses your son in the air a few times, Keitaro letting out squeals and giggles in response.

You slip away to the girls for a while, Ikkaku giving you a smile and telling you how lucky you are with Zoro, causing you to look back at them with your own smile. Keitaro has his thumb in his mouth as he lays against Zoro’s chest where he can see you, content and slowly falling asleep, while your husband rubs his back to help him relax.

“He’s really the best dad to Keitaro, I couldn’t have asked for anything better.”

#one piece x reader #reader insert #zoro x reader #op men as dads #fem!reader #roronoa zoro x reader #good dad zoro

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schoenpepper · 4 months ago

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Isekai'd Chronicles 0

Intro: The prologue to your reincarnation adventures~

Warnings: otome games, bad writing, awful grammar, reader has a sister, proofread by quillbot, lots of mentions of death

A/N: The reader is kept as gender neutral as my brain could possibly allow. Also, I have different endings planned per route, and maybe (very small maybe because I'm not too comfortable with it) a couple of harem-ish routes. Anyways, enjoy.

Masterlist

You didn't like otome games, and certainly not harem ones. When your younger sister had begged, pleaded, and cried for you to join her in this weird, "innovative" two-player otome game, you had half a mind to just lock yourself in your room and ignore her. But you don't. Because some god probably has it out for you, divine intervention leads to your agreement, and the better half of Friday night and early Saturday morning is spent flirting with beautiful men on the 32-inch television screen in the living room. Summer vacation means neither of you get grounded for doing so, but there was certainly a healthy scolding waiting for you both come Saturday afternoon.

Fortunately for you unfortunately, the scolding never comes. As it is in every cheesy harem isekai manga, the next time you open your eyes, you're already in another world. Hooray! The same game that you and your sister spent hours on is now your reality. When you look into the mirror, you're even more surprised to find that staring back at you is a cute little bun with clear skin, gorgeous eyes, and beautifully silky hair. Aren't you happy you're super adorable now? Except, this is the face of the villain. That bratty, desperate, and pathetic duke's heir who was an obstacle in all 14 routes and the three different harem endings. It's okay. It's fine. If you never fall in love with the male leads, then you'll be safe!

Safe from falling to your death, getting poisoned, turned to sand, stabbed, drowned, sunk to the bottom of the ocean in a rickety little box, beaten to death, beheaded, hypnotized and made to kill yourself against your will, cursed to melt into toxic sludge, getting an arrow shot through your heart, burned alive, getting hanged in front of thousands of people, or being mauled to death by animals…

Make sure not to fall in love, okay?

The villain's endings—none of them end with you staying alive. So you steel yourself and look at the pudgy cutie pie in the mirror with renewed resolve. You'll live to the end! You'll study hard! You won't fall in love with any of the love interests! Ever! In any case, you are human, and most of the love interests are of other races from other lands, meaning you won't even be seeing their shadows for several years. Right now, you estimate that you should be about 3 or 4. The game starts when you and the main characters are 16 years old in the super-unexpected and never-been-done-before magic academy setting. You have at least a decade to shape yourself up and grind to an OP level; that way, if you still find yourself hunted by hot men, you can at least defend yourself. Hopefully. As a human duke's heir, however, there are two male leads you know from the start. They're also pudgy little cuties right now (all the love interests are at this point in time), but they're dangerous. Because you could fall in love, which is a big no-no. But since you were a teenager in your previous life, you wouldn't fall in love with 5-year-olds. Automatically, they're struck from your mind as "love interests." Still, you can't let the danger be on its own, so you decide to tell your parents that you no longer have any interest in your weekend tea parties at the palace (that the little villain had begged for). You can avoid them easily, and so you will. As a three-year-old, there's not much you can do for now, but one thing you can do is get a tutor to teach you the ins and outs of the universal language (convenient otome game logic). You busy yourself with studying the alphabetical and numerical systems and make a staunch decision to be a good duke's heir and, in time, a good duke ruling over the dukedom.

Fate decides to tear your plans apart little by little, pop the pieces into a blender and add some water to turn it into a paper-flavored smoothie.

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gicosmo · 24 days ago

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Random OP Character Headcanons

Random hcs I’ve been thinking about for like the past two months lol

Luffy: Play fights will turn dangerous real quick. Out of all of the Strawhats, he’s the one you shouldn’t ever think about play fighting with.

Zoro: So bad with directions he has to hold his hands out in an L shape to see which is left and right.

Franky: Has tried to do his hair to make it look like the word “SUPER”. Ended up hating how much gel he was using tho.

Nami: Her and Ussop have self care days. She goes ALL out every time! Face masks, pedicures, full blown hair care. She’ll make sure they have a relaxing day.

Usopp: When the crew reunited, him and Nami bonded over their hair. Will talk about different styles they want to try out, different hair products, even going as far as teaching themselves different hair styles to practice on one another.

Kaido: We all know he’s an emotional drunk. Has cried in front of Yamato about how he thinks he doesn’t love him. (Yamato didn’t gaf.)

Yamato: He’s only sticking to one hairstyle and that’s his ponytail. He cannot for the life of him bring himself to do anything else with his hair. It’s him and his ponytail against the world!

Lucci: Lowkey loves gossip to the point where he uses Hattori. Hattori knows allll the tea. Watch out for the adorable bird, he’s getting insight for Lucci.

Kaku: Loves giraffes so much to the point where he despises the predators of them. Lowkey disliked Lucci for a bit because of his leopard devil fruit.

Mihawk: Hates being called “Dracule”. Mihawk, his full name, or Hawkeyes, or even Mr. Creepy Swordsman will do just fine. But please do NOT call him Dracule.

Crocodile: Made mini sandcastles out of boredom one time in his office when trying to figure out the budget for Cross Guild. Didn’t try it again because Daz almost walked in on him doing it.

Daz Bonez: Turned his finger into a knife so he could cut fruits for himself. Why go out of your way to grab a knife when you can become the knife?

Buggy: We all know he has beautiful long hair. Downside to that lucious hair is that he’s tender headed, especially if someone else is brushing his hair. Will hold his head, flinch away, probably even start crying. His scalp is very sensitive!

Doflamingo: As manipulative as this man is, he CANNOT flirt. He can’t even do it as a form of manipulation. He’s better off dancing like an actual bird to attract a potential relationship(that won’t work either)

Corazon/Rosinante: Unlike his brother, this man can actually flirt! Is a natural at it actually. Only downside is that he’ll get flustered if someone flirts back and end up falling to the ground. (Also headcanon that he definitely slipped on a random banana peel on the floor. Baby 5 put the banana peel there.)

Perona: She actually attempted to try her negative hollow move on Mihawk once. Didn’t get the chance to because a simple glare from him made her rethink her life choices.

Barto: Most definitely has written cute fanfics about the Strawhats. Probably has drawn fanart too.

Ace: Most definitely held a “loudest fart/burp” challenge on the Moby Dick. Whitebeard won

Sabo: Tried swinging his staff around as a party trick. Ended up wacking himself on the head with it. Never did it again.

Marco: If he lived in the modern world he would most definitely binge watch those paternity court videos. Or Jerry Springer and Maury vids.(This is all thanks to Stussy and Weevil. Bro does NOT think that’s Whitebeard’s biological son.)

Shanks: Can handle getting drunk off his ass. Cannot handle getting high, not even in the slightest.

Law: After he got his tattoo, he admired them and wondered if Cora would be happy about him getting them in his honor.

Kidd: Loves eyeliner, HATES mascara. He cannot stand anything on his lashes. Also has a horrible habit of plucking his lashes a bit.

Killer: Has bought those straws that are made into designs. Most definitely has a straw that looks like glasses.

Hawkins: He likes crystals! One of those astrology people. “What’s your zodiac sign? Oh? Gemini? Damn… You’re gonna die.” (Most definitely yelled at Kid for calling Aquarius “Asparagus”)

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thebiggerbear · 6 months ago

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"I took care of that asshole for you." "I don't like the sound of that." - Soldier Boy Prompt Response

Summary: When Ben mentions something to you in the middle of battle, your attempt at a little levity turns the conversation in a direction that probably would have been better kept off of Comms during a mission.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader; Soldier Boy x Female!Supe!Reader

A/N: Prompt from @dumplingsjinson. This came out of nowhere, I have no idea what it is, and yes, I did pick on Hughie a little bit. After Season 3, he deserved it a little. 😜

Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.

Warnings: Soldier Boy being Soldier Boy; explicit mentions of violence/blood/gore; mentions of death & dead bodies; explicit language; a smidgen of dirty talk; implications

Word Count: 2132

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187; @rieleatiel

SB Taglist: @deans-spinster-witch; @birdiellie; @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl; @brightlilith

@muhahaha303; @just-levyy

Jensen Taglist: @samanddeaninatrenchcoat

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"I took care of that asshole for you." "I don't like the sound of that."

“You got six more on their way up to you,” you warned Ben before dodging and knocking out the three security guards you were currently battling. You could hear reinforcements thundering up the stairs to your op partner.

“Good,” Ben grunted in your earpiece. “Now we’re in for a good fucking time.” You heard the brute force of his strength impacting human flesh from the sounds of loud blows and sickening crunches echoing in your eardrum. You rolled your eyes at Ben’s comment and held your breath as you popped out of the area you were in and appeared next to him on the fifty fourth floor. You immediately joined the fray.

“There you are, doll. Here to join the party?” Ben gave you a smirk as he knocked several men across the room with his shield.

“I wouldn’t call this a party.” You lifted your arm in his direction and a small beam shot out, killing the man who had been approaching behind him with a gun. “But yeah, I’m here. Let’s do this and get it done.”

Ben turned to see the dead man fall in a crumpled heap and then smirked even wider at you. “Lead the way, dollface.”

You did just that, busting into the stairwell and racing up the stairs. Ben was right behind you.

You both encountered rashes of security response teams in between floors that you worked together to take out. You heard a gun click behind you but before you could react, Ben knocked the weapon from the man’s hand and then bashed his head against the concrete wall, leaving behind a very big stain of blood and brain matter.

Ben turned to you, his green eyes stormy and dark. You knew that look by now even if you hadn’t just seen what you did; it usually preceded a murderous rage Soldier Boy would go into if anyone was stupid enough to really piss him off. And that didn’t even begin to touch what would set off the nuke inside his chest.

“I took care of that asshole for you.” He inclined his head in the dead man’s direction.

You screwed up your face in mock disgust. “Yeah, I don’t like the sound of that.”

The jade storm you were staring at lightened slightly and a very dirty smirk adorned his face instead. “One of these nights, you’re going to take me up on that offer, doll.”

You snorted and used your forearm to wipe some blood off of your face. Great. Now he’d never stop trying to talk you into it. “That ass belongs to me and you know it,” he’d always tease, wearing that same filthy grin, before you’d tell him that wasn’t happening and proceeded to distract him in other ways.

“Uh, if you two are done doing whatever kind of gross and perverted flirting this is, you’re about to have another welcome party in the next forty five seconds,” Hughie spoke in your ear, sounding uncomfortable and thoroughly repulsed.

“Sounds like something you told Butcher while licking his balls before he turned that tight ass of yours into the Lincoln Tunnel,” Ben fired back.

“What are you talking about? That doesn’t even make sense, you ass.”

You shook your head in disgust at the exchange, not really listening to Hughie’s predictable and offended response, and you were about to head up the stairs when Ben’s hand grasped your shoulder and turned you around. He leaned in, murmuring into your free ear, “I forgot we were on comms.” You knew that was his roundabout way of apologizing. “I meant what I said, doll. Think about it. For now, I just can’t wait to get this shit over with and be back in that sweet pussy of yours, right where I belong.” Normally, that would disgust you rather than turn you on, but Ben always had a way of painting a picture with the dirtiest fucking words that somehow had you aching for it to become a reality. So much so that everyone and everything else would cease to exist in your world temporarily until it was indeed made a reality. Mallory put you two together because you would be the strongest team to be able to go up against Homelander and Vought. She never expected that you two would become more than partners on ops. You couldn’t begin to count the amount of times you’d popped yourself and Ben out of an op to get busy elsewhere once you were distracted, and she’d had to warn you both that if you didn’t cooperate, the deal would be off the table. To which Ben would then push you back onto said table, or desk, or whatever flat surface in the room, forcing her to roll her eyes and exit the room, leaving you both to demolish the place in a frenzy until you both were popped out of there by your own self.

Hearing your heartbeat pick up in response to his statement, Ben gripped your cheeks with his bloody fingerless gloves, rubbing a thumb tenderly over your bottom lip. You could feel the wetness he left behind and you should be grossed out, but then his lips were suddenly on yours and as so often happened when that occurred, your head got a little fuzzy and your brain turned off. You shoved him into the concrete wall, causing a loud cracking sound, but neither of you cared to look. Instead, you had jumped up into his arms and began grinding against him as you dug your teeth into his lip and pulled, making him chuckle into your mouth.

You were then pushed up against the wall, your hands held above your head in one of his, causing another cracking sound. The darkness in his gaze was back, but this time for a whole other reason. He covered your mouth with his and you couldn’t help but moan, twitching against his hold that only seemed to tighten. His other hand disappeared in between you, working at the fastenings of his suit. If he would just let your hands free, you could help him with that and have it done much faster.

“Guys! Guys! GUYS! HEY!” Hughie yelled into your earpieces. You both broke apart, wincing at the sudden pain in your ear drums.

“Fuck!” Ben yelled as you grit your teeth. Ben had released you and both of you held your hands to your ears.

“Welcome party in twenty seconds! Focus!”

Ben recovered first. “I’m going to fucking rip your spine out when I get back there, you snivelling little shit!”

Hughie’s audible gulp was heard on the line.

You were still waiting for the reverberations in your ears to stop. “Shit,” you whimpered. Okay, yeah, you both had gotten a little carried away just like you usually tended to do and you needed to focus on the mission at hand, but damn. Had that really been necessary? The amount of pain in your ears confirmed that no, it fucking hadn’t.

Ben gripped your chin and forced you to meet his eyes. The fire that had been there before cooled slightly but it still burned brightly. “We’ll finish this later,” he promised in a quiet murmur, giving your hearing a moment to recuperate which you really appreciated. He even tenderly stroked the skin in front of your ears. “Better?” He asked after a few seconds had passed.

You nodded, still wincing slightly as you held one hand to your right ear. “Yeah. Thanks.” He gently placed you down on your feet and you took an uneasy step forward, him catching you before you could fall. While you and Ben both had super hearing, yours was a little extra — a very fucked up side effect of the Compound V in your system. So someone yelling in the same room as you was harsh on your eardrums and made you want to claw at your head. Someone yelling in your ear was pure fucking torture and literally rocked your world. Which was why now your equilibrium was temporarily fucked.

“Hughie,” you hissed. “If you ever do anything like that again, I’m going to rip your dick off and shove it so far down your throat, you’ll shit it back out. Which, from what I hear, should be an easy feat considering you’re used to having one up your ass. Do you understand me?”

Another audible gulp was heard down the line. “S-Sorry. It’s just, you guys are in the middle of the mission and you’re about to—”

“Hughie,” you snarled.

“Yes, ma’am.”

A proud smile graced Ben’s face as he helped you back to your feet but you were in no mood to smile back. You held a hand to your head, feeling a headache coming on thanks to what just happened. You then felt Ben’s lips at your temple. “You sure you’re okay?”

These fleeting moments of tenderness that Ben would show you still always managed to surprise you. But it was also one of the reasons you had let him into your bed and your heart (though he didn’t know about that last part yet and probably wouldn’t for some time if you had your way). You could take or leave Soldier Boy 99.9% of the time, but Ben — Ben you stayed for.

“Yeah,” you whispered, laying your head down on his shoulder and closing your eyes for a moment. You felt his hand rubbing your back and you relaxed at the heat you felt through the fabric of your suit.

“Guys,” Hughie interrupted more softly this time. “Sorry to break this up but you’ve got ten seconds until the next welcome wagon shows up.”

Your eyes snapped open and you lifted your head. “Exactly why are we doing all of the heavy lifting on this one again?”

Ben chuckled as he pressed a kiss above your right ear and then moved to pick up his shield from where he’d dropped it when you pushed him before.

“We need to get a sample of the newest batch of V that Vought is cooking up so we know if—”

“Yeah, yeah,” you interrupted Hughie. “I remember. You just make sure Mallory remembers that after this, Ben and I are on an extended vacation.” Ben gave you an approving smirk.

“Ah, okay.”

“I mean it, Hughie. Or I’ll be popping into places you and everyone else do not even want to fucking imagine. Termite will look like the shitty little prequel that couldn’t, compared to what I can do.” And you would make good on your threat, too. You and Ben deserved a break. They’d had you doing shit like this for nearly four months now. This was the most dangerous op yet but they’d perfectly timed it when Homelander and his group of Subpar Supes (as you called them) would be on a government-sanctioned mission out of the country. That didn’t mean that Homelander couldn’t get back here immediately if he was notified of a security breach in the Tower. Especially if he knew Soldier Boy was involved.

You heard another door slam open two flights above you and you let out a tired sigh. You only had a few more levels to go until you reached the Labs. And thanks to Supe stamina, you didn’t tire easily so a couple of more caches of guards that Vought could pull out of its large steel ass were nothing. But damn if you didn’t want this op to be over with already and you and Ben were on a tropical beach somewhere that you had popped both of you to.

The footsteps thundered down the stairs as the guards rushed to engage you and you glanced over towards Ben. His smirk grew as he tensed and got ready for battle. “Come on, doll. Let’s have a little more fun before we blow the joint.”

You huffed out a laugh and got ready yourself, your hands beginning to glow as you held them out in front of you. “There you go with your words again,” you teased.

He appeared next to you, holding up his shield in front of you both. “The only one you’re going to be blowing tonight, doll, is me.”

You rolled your eyes at his ridiculous joke but before you could respond, you heard in your ear, “Gross.” You couldn’t help but snicker along with Ben right before the guards attacked. Well, that’s what the little shit got for nearly cracking your eardrums before. He was just lucky that you hadn’t popped over to him, backhanded him to cause him the same amount of pain he had caused you, and popped back to Vought. As for Ben, well…you were going to make damn sure he kept his promise to you, on all counts.

A/N: 🤷‍♀️

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#soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x female reader #soldier boy x y/n #soldier boy fanfiction #i took care of that asshole for you i don't like the sound of that #thebiggerbear writes

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cs55 - "Dime, princesa... have you ever been fucked properly?"

smut (18+) size kink, age gap (10 years)

The smokey, sweet taste of an old fashioned lingered on his tongue after the first gulp. The glass felt icy between his hot fingers in the hot club. Charles was bouncing back and forth to the music, three glasses of champagne down and sipping on a mojito as he was watched by his teammate with a small grin. Carlos liked parties every now and then, but celebrating a Ferrari win was always better when he was the one with the biggest trophy in his hands, when he was the one who stood on the top step op the podium, and when the Spanish anthem played first, followed up by the Italian. But Charles deserved this one. Carlos took another sip of his drink, finding the glass nearly being empty already. They had been chatting when they entered the club, but Charles had eyes for his girlfriend now only.

Alexandra nearly felt guilty, he could see it in her eyes as she looked at Carlos apologetically over Charles' shoulders while his fingers were curled around his waist like he didn't want to let go of her anymore. "Tu le laisses être la troisième roue du carrosse", Carlos caught a few words of what she said to her boyfriend, making Charles lazily look over at his teammate. "Il est assez beau pour se trouver une fille", he said, making Alexandra giggle before he left a teasing kiss on her shoulder, the two of them disappearing further between the dancing people. Carlos chuckled, not surprised they left him. He was still surrounded by the guys from his garage, who were filling their glasses with the huge bottle of champagne the club had brought to their table as a gift after their one-two.

Carlos made his way back to the bar, slipping onto one of the high chairs in front of it. "It's never fun being the two in the one-two, is it?" your sweet voice made him look up. His eyes quickly scanned you up and down, lingering on the teasing, glittery end of your dress, coated with tassels, that just finished beneath your ass. "It's still better than being third," he replied, watching you slide onto the chair next to him, legs crossing at your knees. "That's a lie," you laugh, the sound surprising him. He gets a good look at your face for the first time, eyes sparkling under the low lights of the club when you look back at him. "Second never feels good enough anyway," you say. It took him a minute, but he recognizes you now. You had caught his eyes after the show you gave with the other Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders.

You had bumped into him after the race, apologizing to him with a flirty smile and then congratulated him with his trophy. His eyes glide over your appearance again, this time no blue, cropped shirt and a small white jacket. No cowboy boots on your feet and no white shorts. The tassels on the end of your dress were teasing him again, and he was sure if the material would lift a little higher on your skin, he would discover what you had, or hadn't, underneath it. Your left knee was a little bruised, and without a though, his hand reached out to brush his fingers over it. You inhaled sharply at his warm touch, looking at his large hand that covered your knee. "You got this from the asphalt?" he asked. "Yeah, landing was a little rough," you replied. "It looked smooth," Carlos said.

"You looked better on the podium," you reply, making him chuckle. He flagged the bartender down to get the two of you a drink. It's your turn to look at him, at the blouse that was unbuttoned from the top, revealing a glimpse of his strong chest. The material pulled taut around his shoulders and his biceps, forearms exposed by his rolled up sleeves. His jeans fitted his thighs well, and your eyes darted between your petite form and the way he took up so much space. Carlos' eyes were still on you when you lifted yours back to his face. "I never introduced myself," he spoke up again, his hand extending towards you. You slip your hand into his, liking the way he repeated your name just to taste it on his tongue. "Your team's not here?" he asks, making you shake your hand and sip your cocktail. "Just some of them, but they're on the dance floor," you said. "I saw you and wanted to come and talk to you," you add.

A small grin curls his lips, his hands reaching for the chair you were sitting on, pulling you closer to him, between his thighs. "Hard to hear you over this music," Carlos covers up with a weak attempt. You're amused, he could see it on your face. He's endorsed by how pretty you are, feminine features drawing him in, you look young, but at the same time you're a woman, not a little girl. "I get it, you turned thirty, didn't you?" you tease, making him scoff and sip his drink, twirling a couple of tassels of your dress around his fingers. "Hearing problems, back aches, struggling joints..." you gnaw at your bottom lip as your nails following the seam of his jeans that runs from his knees to his upper thighs. "Cariño, actúas como si hubiera cumplido 70 años," he says, catching your hand in his. "We're ten years apart," you reply.

A flicker of hesitance moves over his face, as he didn't expect you to be that young. "Don't worry," you add, leaning forward a little, your glossy lips brushing over his ear. "I like doing good things for the elderly," you say, seeing his eyes darken when your hand reaches up to wipe the lipgloss from his ear. "Aren't you a funny little thing," Carlos replies, and he meant it. He liked the witty remarks, he liked your hand on his arm, he liked the teasing look in your eyes. You continued the conversation as if nothing had happened, as if you hadn't referred to anything, but you had him where you wanted him, with his mind trailing off and constantly thinking about what he could do with you. You moved even closer to each other, your legs slotted perfectly between his thighs. His cologne was intoxicating, just like your touch was to him when your nails tickled the skin of his chest his shirt left exposed.

You unlocked a new feeling of desire inside of him that made him want more, more, more. His fingers dancing over the inside of your knee wasn't sufficient anymore, the brush of your lips over his ears didn't fulfil anything anymore. The touch of your hands on his biceps was needed somewhere else. "Isn't it way past your bedtime?" he asked, and you swore you were so close together, you just had to tilt your head to kiss him. "Are you going to put me to bed, sir?" you hum, moving the hand on your thigh a little higher, letting him feel the damp lace of your thong. "Eres increible," Carlos says, pressing a kiss just beside your lips. "Come." He pushes his chair back and leaves some cash on the counter for the bartender, his hand on your lower back ushering you towards the exit. "My hotel is a block away," he says once you're outside.

Your heels click on the pavement, struggling to keep up with his long strides. Your hand on his arm stopped him, and he looked down at you with a question mark on his face. You tugged him down to smash your lips together, making him groan against your mouth. His hands slotted around your waist, and he chased after you when you pulled away. "Stop rushing," you say finally. Carlos steals another kiss from your lips. His fingers slip between yours, his steps less fast this time. The walk to his hotel and the elevator ride up to his floor was a blur, as his hands were everywhere, his mouth following the curve of your neck to the straps of your dress, barely able to find time to fish the key card of his room out of the back pocket of his jeans. "I want this off," you breathe, your fingers curling into the material of his shirt as soon as you're inside and the door falls into its lock behind you.

"Later," he promises, the next kiss sucking the oxygen out of your lungs. He plants you on the edge of the bed, getting on one knee and placing your foot on his propped up leg. His fingers pry with the small clasp of your heel, and you look down at him with slightly parted lips. This man. He continues with the other shoe, dropping them on the floor beside him. Carlos' hands briefly rub the sore soles of your feet before pressing a kiss to the inside of your ankle, getting up and towering over you again. You sink your knees into the carpet on the floor without question, working on the belt of his jeans and unbuttoning the denim. Your eyes flickered up to his, your heart was hammering in your chest as you unzip his jeans. He treats you to the slightest glimpse of his fit body, the v-lines tracing down his hips and dipping into his calvin klein boxers. You pull it down eagerly, watching his hard cock slap up against his lower abdomen.

You didn't miss the way he ran his fingers through his hair, leaning back slightly before watching you again. You keep looking at him while you slowly drop some saliva on his cock, your hand barely able to wrap around him fully to start stroking him. Carlos' eyes drop to your glossy lips, the most obscene images already travelling through his mind of the gloss smeared around the base of his cock, stickiness coating the skin around your lips. His hand finds the tight braid your hair is wrapped up in, making you yelp when he pulls your head slightly back. He groans as you take the tip between your lips, your tongue lapping at the underside as he slowly forces you down his cock. You gag at some point, unable to take him fully, but you don't pull back. Carlos' grip on your braid tightens, however he doesn't push you down hard. "That's it, baby," he grunts when you found a rhythm between the bobbing of your head and the movements of your hands.

He hears you gag, splutter and struggle and it feeds him, it feeds his ego as you moan around his cock, your thighs pressing together, desperate for some kind of relief. You pull back to gasp for air, nuzzling your cheek against his cock, and nearly came at the sight of your sweet eyes, your rosy cheeks and your red, bee-stung lips. "Carlos..." you whine, licking the side of his cock before feeling the weight of him on your tongue again. Your make-up was still in place, but your eyes were watering and your lipgloss was everywhere except on your lips. His abs tighten at the sound of your mouth taking him over and over again, and you gasped when he suddenly pulled you off his cock, a string of spit still connected. The tug on your braid told you he wanted you off the floor, and you sit on the bed again, looking up at him, awaiting till he'd say something. His thumb wipes away some of the mess around your lips. Carlos reaches for the buttons on his shirt, popping them out and shaking his arms out of the sleeves.

The matter-of-fact-striptease is not helping with the stress between your thighs, the stickiness of your pussy had already ruined your panties, and the heat barely became unbarable. His body looked as good, muscular, strong as you though it would be, with strong arms, broad shoulders that would devour you if he'd lean over you. Firm pecs, a strong back you'd rather sink your teeth and nails in. Right now. He stepped out of his jeans and underwear, kicking it aside before leaning over you as you'd imagine just seconds ago. "I want you to take that dress off. Can you do that for me?" he asks. "I want you to undress me," you reply, and a small grin curls his lips as he watches you lay back on the bed, stretching yourself out in a cat-like way that has even more blood flowing south. He catches your ankles, rushing you back to the end of the bed across the sheets, causing a giggle to escape from your mouth. His fingers find the small zipper of your dress on the side, zipping it down before grabbing the end and lifting it over your head.

You lean up on your elbows, only your panties covering you up. There's a glimmer of mischief in your eyes when you put your feet on his chest, pushing him away when he wants to grab your hips and rip the lace off you. Carlos' knees dig into the bed as he chases after you, stopping in his tracks when your slides down your stomach, disappearing into your thong. Your doe eyes stare up at him while two of your fingers start rubbing your clit, a soft whimper eliciting from your lips. You pout a little when he takes both of your hands in one of his and pins them above your head. His body hovers over you, nearly completely swallowing you, firm thighs between yours keeping your legs spread. "Dime, princesa... Have you ever been fucked properly?" his voice rasps. "Because I think the answer's no," he continues, letting go of your hands already, his fingers hooking into your panties and dragging them down your legs.

His words caused your breath to hitch in your throat. "I can't imagine boys your age can fuck you like you should be fucked," Carlos continues, his palm kneeding your inner thigh. "Tell me what you want," he says, tracing your pelvic bone, ignoring your throbbing clit and your soaking pussy that was clenching around nothing. "I want you to ruin me for any other man," you answer. Without a response, his head dips to capture one of your nipples between his lips, his fingertips finally dropping onto your clit and rubbing in firm cricles. Your head falls back with a sigh, a shiver running up your spine when his other palm explores more of your body, your stomach, your hips. He takes over completely, and you let him. Carlos' lips traces down the line of your stomach, his tongue replacing his fingers on your clit. His tongue strokes your pussy languidly before pushing inside you.

Your fingers sink into his hair, the precise way he flicked his tongue against you had you on the edge of an embarrasingly fast orgasm already, the stubble on his jaw and cheeks roughing up the skin of your thighs. It burned, but it hurt so good as his lips wrapped around your clit again, sucking it into his mouth before his tongue stroked between your folds again. Two of his fingers pushed past your entrance, spreading your pussy open for him, fingertips curling up and making your other hand clutch the sheets. Carlos looks up as you writhe against the duvet, moaning so prettily for him as he eats you out. "You taste so good," he growls, his mouth briefly lifting from your pussy to leave a playful mark of his teeth in your thighs. "Make me cum," you demand, pushing his head to your sopping cunt again. Carlos didn't protest as his hot mouth landed on your pussy again, licking, twirling and tongue-fucking you till you were a trembling mess.

Your walls squeeze his fingers that re-entered you, preparing him for how good you're going to feel around his cock. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck," you curse, your stomach snapping and the coil in your abdomen releasing. He leaves a few teasing kittenlicks on your clit, knowing how sensitive you were, before lifting his head from between your thighs. His fingers grab your jaw, a rough kiss pressed to your lips. You leaned up on your elbows again, feeling hazed, nearly drunk as he went to grab a condom. You were still coming down from the orgasm he gave you, but the sight of him rolling the latex layer down his cock made you feel hot allover again. "Sure you can take me, little girl?" Carlos asks, a mocking tone to his voice that makes you feel even smaller beneath him. He sits on his knees between your thighs, his cock tapping against your pussy with a heavy thud.

He released a low grunt as he slowly drags his cock through your folds till his balls rest against your clit. His thumb presses into your stomach where the tip lays. His scent makes your head cloudly as you feel his lips on your cheek again, and you automatically parten yours to kiss him again, but the kiss never came. "That's where you're going to feel me," his voice had dropped an octave, his hand guiding himself to your pussy and slowly, but firmly entering you. The stretch was insane, the burn made your toes curl, and your eyes rolled back when he filled you to the brim. Carlos leaned back to watch you, his cock pulsing at the wild look in your eyes when you caught his eyes again. He gave you a little bit of time to adjust before he took your left leg, the one you're lifting during the kickline when you were dancing, splitting you with his cock. The angle caused him to hit you deeper, and he hadn't even moved yet.

"This pussy feels so damn good," he grunts, finally moving, thrusting in and out of you with a firm pace, holding you down and pressing you deeper into the mattress. Your slick and warm walls invite him to push in harder, unlocking something primal and raw inside him that had him roling his hips firmer into yours. You were taking it so well. Carlos grew addicted to the way your head was tilted back, your eyebrows furrowed together, red, bruised lips parted with a constant stream of his name and whimpers that had him twitching in your pussy. The tip of his fat cock bruised against your cervix, your moans becoming higher-pitched the harder he fucked you. His pace never quickened, but his rhythm changed, the smooth thrusts causing your stomach to tighten again. "Carlos... F-fuck," you whine, fingers curling around his forearms, nails digging into his skin. "My name sounds so pretty when you moan it, darling," he replies. You cum again the second his fingers land on your clit, the white-hot pleasure clouding your vision with black dots.

The muscles in your leg are relieved when he drops it, his cock still moving in and out of you through your orgasm. The temperature had risen by a thousand degrees in the room, the sheets beneath you were a mess, and so was his hair. The raven hair was sticking everywhere, a sheer layer of sweat visible on his forehead. "Wanna ride you," you say, pushing his chest. Carlos doesn't protest, letting you flip the two of you over. Your palms press into his pecs, your hips lifting slowly, sinking even slower. Your nails carve into his skin again as you feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein. He moans, looking at the point where his cock disappeared into your pussy. You slowly let him slip out of you, grabbing the base of his cock to fuck yourself on the tip, letting it hit your g-spot a couple of times before you sink down again, taking him fully. "You're so hot," he breathes, fingers digging into your hips when you start riding him faster. His hips meet yours, the rhythm causing a delicious heat to spread through your body again.

Your slick is coating your thighs, a sticky ring of your cream had formed on the condom at the base of his cock. His eyes flickered between your face and your pussy, watching the way your hips swivel, causing his balls to tighten and the pressure to build in his lower abdomen. Carlos sits up to twirl your braid around his hand, dragging you down with him and holding you against his chest while he takes over. You plant your hands on the pillows, but there's no way you could have braced yourself for your next orgasm. The all-consuming pleasure makes your thighs tremble and your knees shake, and all you can do is sit back and take it, strangled cries leaving you as you're so overstimulated, it hurts, but just like everything else that caused pain tonight, it hurt so good. He spills his seed into the condom, his teeth biting down onto your shoulder. You whine as he slips out of you, and you roll off him.

"Are you okay?" he asks, leaning up on one elbow to look down at you. "I'm perfect," you reply with a small smile, sitting up as he gets up to throw the condom away. You hadn't felt awkward with him all night, but now you either had to leave or stay the night. "You can shower and get some of my clothes to sleep in," Carlos said, stepping into a clean pair of briefs. "I can go back to my hotel, it's fine," you say, brushing him off and reaching for your underwear and your dress. He stops you quickly, kissing you in a way that makes you dizzy again. "We'll deal with the rest in the morning, it's past two. Stay," Carlos says.

He wakes up to an empty other side of the bed, but you had left a note for him on his nightstand, with a lipsticked-kiss on the paper.

Call me when you win in Mexico x

And a week later? He send you a picture of his trophy after he won the race.

I added a ticket to Brazil.

#cs #carlos sainz x reader smut #carlos sainz

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