#real talk im a guy so lmk if i did anything wrong

[ceruleanwind]

On Repeat

Sebmark (Rule 63) | Explicit | 2.4k | Read on AO3

“So wet,” Marina murmurs, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear before looking down to admire her prize. “Aren’t you? Have I been neglecting you?” She reaches out to drag her fingertips over Sabrina’s soaked underwear, her thumb brushing over the slight swell of her clit. Or: Sabrina gets awfully pent-up while Marina is out running errands. Marina thankfully comes to the rescue.

Slow weekends, ones where her team isn’t racing, are Sabrina’s least favourite. The paddock is like a second home to her; she gets a real kick out of all the media events, the challenges, the interviews. And, of course, most of all, she likes the racing. She sure as hell liked winning a world championship last season, brazenly sobbing in front of the world and proving a whole lot of idiots wrong. What makes it more alluring, to add to the excitement already, is how much the world seethes when Sabrina Vettel dominates on track. She’ll always hold her trophies high and let her teammate soak her in champagne no matter how loudly the crowd boos about it.

She shifts around on the couch, letting out a sigh. Her teammate—Marina—had dipped out to run some errands and hit the gym a few hours ago, Sabrina staying behind to take a nap. Unable to sleep, Sabrina had taken to lounging on the couch instead, attention half-focused on the shitty rom-com playing on TV. She often lets Marina stay with her between race weekends, especially since her apartment is much closer than Marina’s is, and besides, there are other benefits to letting Marina stay with her anyway.

Sabrina’s face flushes warm as she remembers just what Marina had done to her this morning before she left for the gym. It has her nearly whining at the memory, bringing her hand up to clamp over her plush pink lips. She’d woken up this morning to Marina’s knee brushing up between her legs, grinding over her aching clit, and she couldn’t hold back her downright pathetic begging once Marina had dipped beneath the covers, settling between her parted thighs.

God, was it good. Sabrina has been perpetually sensitive over this past week, her tiny pink pussy being made to come whenever Marina feels like it. The thought of Marina coming home soon, dark wavy hair pinned up away from her face and tits pushed together by her tight sports bra, makes Sabrina’s clit throb, a wave of neediness rushing straight to her pussy. Pulling her hand away from her face and whining—it’s her apartment after all—she lets her thighs splay open, absentmindedly reaching a hand between her legs to rub over the crotch of her shorts. Just a little, she tells herself, just to hold herself over until Marina comes home.

“Ah—” she whimpers, high and desperate, her hips twitching into her own touch and her pussy growing wetter in her shorts. How she’d love to slide her hand beneath her waistband and rub her clit to an orgasm, come quick and dirty, but she knows what Marina would say to her—and do to her—if she did. Sabrina squirms as she thinks about it; maybe Marina would deny her until the next race weekend at least, or worse, she might make Sabrina come until she can’t anymore, body too wracked by sobs and incoherent begging to manage another.

But why would Marina have to know?

Adrenaline races through Sabrina’s nerves like liquid gold. Her face flushes as she surreptitiously pushes her hand beneath her waistband, just skimming over her clit with her fingertips. Her teeth worry at her bottom lip, holding back the whine that bubbles up in the back of her throat.

She just begins to spread her thighs a little wider, her fingertips moving to rub at her clit, when she suddenly hears the door handle turn from the other room. Sabrina gasps softly, withdrawing her hand as if it’s just been burned and wiping her slick on the side of her shorts. “Marina?” she calls, sitting up and hoping her voice doesn’t sound too needy already.

“Yeah, babe,” Marina answers, and oh, she’s in the kitchen now. Sabrina registers the rustling of grocery bags. “Just putting away groceries.”

“Uh-huh,” Sabrina says, sinking back into the couch cushions and sighing. She’s still so wet, her cunt throbbing between her thighs, desperate to be touched. “Did you get the stuff for dinner tonight?”

Marina laughs from the kitchen, like she thinks Sabrina is dumb. “Of course. I also got more of those protein shakes you like.”

A bit more rustling ensues, then the fridge door opens and closes a few times. Marina finally appears in the doorway to the living room, still clad in her workout clothes, her dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. Sabrina lets herself look at Marina’s strong thighs, her slim waist, and of course, her gorgeous tits. She lets her eyes linger on the latter for perhaps a little too long, suddenly self-conscious of her mismatched outfit, just made for lounging around the apartment.

“What did you get up to while I was away?” Marina asks, approaching Sabrina on the couch. “Have a good nap?”

Sabrina instinctively moves over to make room, incessant need still making her pussy ache. “I—I couldn’t sleep,” she explains, “so I just watched some rom-coms . . .”

“Oh, I see,” Marina says, an amused smile playing across her face. She points to where Sabrina was just sitting on the couch, and much to Sabrina’s horror, a wet patch has soaked into the grey fabric of it. “You sure it wasn’t something a little dirtier?” She sits on the couch, leaning in closer to Sabrina, whose back is resting against the arm of it, knees drawn to her chest.

“It wasn’t,” Sabrina protests weakly, her breath already coming heavier with how Marina is leaning so close to her. Despite herself, she feels herself grow wetter in her panties, her already sensitive clit nearly begging for it.

Marina clicks her tongue, laying her hands—always warm and soft—atop Sabrina’s knees and forcing them apart, revealing her crotch, which is already damp with her slick. “So, what?” she asks. “What has you like this, then?” She reaches further to unbutton Sabrina’s shorts, easing the zipper down before working them down over her hips.

Sabrina makes a pathetic little noise, eagerly helping Marina along by lifting her bottom and pushing her shorts down her legs before tossing them aside. “I dunno,” she answers stupidly, her face flushing as Marina eyes the wet spot between her legs. Sabrina had chosen a rather embarrassing pair of underwear this morning—they’re white and exceedingly childish, with tiny red hearts speckled over the fabric. “Just—ah, please—” she tries to shift her hips up, urge Marina to touch her, but to no avail.

“So wet,” Marina murmurs, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear before looking down to admire her prize. “Aren’t you? Have I been neglecting you?” She reaches out to drag her fingertips over Sabrina’s soaked underwear, her thumb brushing over the slight swell of her clit.

Sabrina moans out loud, flushed and frustrated, impatiently pushing her hips into Marina’s touch. Marina knows just how to touch her to drive her wild, and Sabrina both loves and hates her for it. “No,” she answers, her breath hitching in her throat as she recalls how much she’s come over the past week. “Just wanted—I want—please touch me.” Begging is always plenty embarrassing for her, especially when she has to look Marina in the eyes as she says it.

“I seem to remember,” Marina goes on, still with that infuriating smile on her face as she slips off the couch, kneeling on the floor next to where Sabrina is sitting on the cushions, legs splayed apart, “that I already made you come once today. Is my girl that needy?”

“Yes,” Sabrina admits easily, turning herself to face Marina and feeling her clit throb when Marina slides her panties off her legs for her. “Need it, please, oh, please,” she whines, squeezing her eyes shut so she doesn’t have to watch Marina sizing her up like a meal.

Marina eyes up her prize, gaze tracing hot and hungry all over Sabrina’s soaked pussy, shiny with slick. She leans in and presses her lips to a spot on Sabrina’s lower stomach, right below her belly button, and rejoices in how Sabrina whines, panting like she’s nothing but a whore. Her hands come up to hold Sabrina’s thighs, fingertips digging into her soft, creamy skin hard enough to leave bruises, as she kisses slowly down to where Sabrina wants her the most.

Sabrina thinks her heart might burst out of her chest. Marina’s a tease on a good day, sure, but right now, when Sabrina doesn’t think she’s been needier in her life? Marina is taking her sweet time, kissing oh-so-slowly down her body until her warm breath fans over Sabrina’s sopping wet cunt, making her shiver. She whines again, trying to squirm in Marina’s firm grasp, only to let out her breath in a shocked exhale when Marina finally lowers her mouth to her pussy.

Marina smiles into it, glancing teasingly up at Sabrina as she licks a hot, wet stripe up Sabrina’s cunt. She shows Sabrina how much slick pools on her tongue just from one swipe before she swallows it down and goes back for more, dragging her tongue slowly across Sabrina’s tight hole this time.

“Fuck,” Sabrina whines, her clit pulsing at the attention. Seeing all her slick pooled on Marina’s tongue was embarrassing enough, but the heat of Marina’s mouth on her makes her quickly forget; she moans when Marina brings her lips up to wrap around her clit, the hot slick wetness of her mouth absolutely addicting. She’s already sensitive—her legs shake when Marina sucks, sending a shiver up her spine and lighting her nerves on fire—but she forces herself to take it anyway, reminding herself that this is what she wanted.

But then Marina’s mouth is gone, exposing Sabrina’s needy cunt to the cool air and making her squirm in frustration. “Don’t—hey, don’t stop,” she tries to protest, but she can’t help but watch as Marina presses two fingers onto her own tongue, coating them with Sabrina’s slick and her saliva. Sabrina’s stomach twists at the implications; her cunt clenches down on nothing in her excitement, goosebumps rising all over her skin. She’s never able to last long when Marina does this to her.

Marina only smiles, teasingly blowing a stream of cool air over Sabrina’s dripping clit and listening to the strangled noise she forces out. “I should make you count while I do this sometime,” she suggests. “See how long you can keep focused.” She lowers her mouth to Sabrina’s cunt again, and this time, she brings the slick fingertip of her index finger up to push into her, easily slipping into that tight, silky heat. Her lips close around Sabrina’s clit and while she sucks gently at it, Sabrina’s hands flying to her hair, Marina pushes her second finger into Sabrina, stretching her out again despite being fucked just earlier today.

“Couldn’t,” is all Sabrina can say between her soft whines and moans, fisting desperately at Marina’s hair. She doesn’t care about ruining Marina’s ponytail. Marina’s long fingers press into her impossibly deep, stroking along her silky walls before crooking upwards into that one spot she hoped Marina wouldn’t go near. “Marina,” she gasps, eyes flying open wide, “don’t—I’m gonna—”

With a sharp glance up at Sabrina, Marina continues on, her hot tongue laving slick and delicious over Sabrina’s clit. Her fingers inside Sabrina thrust into her incessantly—on every drag of her fingers out of Sabrina’s hole, she crooks them up to pet along her g-spot, making her cry out and her legs shake.

It’s so much. It’s too much for Sabrina and her pathetically needy little cunt. She sobs, bringing her hands up to cover her face as she feels her orgasm creep up on her like one of the waves she refuses to surf when Marina takes her to Australia. Marina’s mouth over her clit is bad enough, but with every push of Marina’s fingertips up against her g-spot, she feels it approaching far faster than she’d like. She squeals, trying to squirm away, but Marina holds her in place, firm as always. Panic rises up in Sabrina’s chest; she cries out, “I’m gonna squirt if you—ah—Marina, stop,” but Marina seems not to hear her.

Marina sucks on Sabrina’s clit again, crooking her fingers up to drag over Sabrina’s g-spot agonisingly slow, and that’s when Sabrina comes with a gasping cry, gushing squirt out over Marina’s tongue and chin and throat. She whines and pants through it, her back arching and her cunt clenching over and over around Marina’s fingers, which are still buried inside her. She’s so sensitive, painfully so, and when Marina keeps licking at her clit, the flat of her tongue dragging slowly over the tiny bud, Sabrina can’t help but squeal again, trying to squirm away. She pushes at Marina’s head, gasping out “Stop, stop,” and that’s when Marina finally pulls away, her lips and chin and chest shiny with Sabrina’s slick.

“You really did need that, huh?” Marina teases, pulling her two fingers out of Sabrina’s hole before pressing them onto her tongue. Sabrina whines at the sight, flushing with embarrassment. Marina always seems to know just how to humiliate her. “Look at the mess you made. Wet little thing.”

“Wanted to touch myself so bad when you were out,” Sabrina confesses, her mind still numb from her intense orgasm. “But I knew—I knew—”

“You knew you’re not allowed?” Marina kisses one of Sabrina’s knees before pulling away in order to rise to her full height. “Good girl. I’m proud of you. What do you say I reward you?”

Sabrina’s aching, oversensitive clit wants to protest, say no to yet another orgasm today, but her needy mind betrays her; she nods meekly, accepting Marina’s outstretched hand and letting her help her to her feet. Her legs shake when she stands up, her cunt still clenching down on nothing, but she can’t help but grow a little wet again as she imagines the reward Marina might give her.

“Shower first, and then I promise it’ll be worth your while,” Marina says gently, leaning down to kiss at the mess of Sabrina’s long blond curls. Her warm hand rests on the small of Sabrina’s back as they walk to the bathroom, eager to get cleaned up.

Sabrina sighs happily, melting into Marina’s side. No matter the reward, no matter the ask, she’ll do it if Marina tells her to. Maybe it’s dangerous—but then again, when has Sabrina not gotten off on danger?

[spencerreidsbookfairy]

apologize

yallllllllllllll if you want this to be a series pls lmk and alsooo should she forgive them and not write songs about them or should she??/

I just sat there.  Listening to them but i wasn't gonna bitch out and change my set, my set was awesome my 3 grammys tell me that 

Stage time

The crowd is filled with famous faces im more nervous about the team then the other celebs that surrounded me as i walk on stage they give a kind clap i decide to shake the team a little bit as i remember they have no idea i heard them 

‘’ ahh guys im so grateful to be here ’ as you guys know i made the song what was i made for, for the barbie movie which was amazing and i can talk about it for hours  

but i will try and make this quick i don’t wanna have you guys fall asleep mid song.’’

The team is in my direct eye of sight i see each and every one of their faces drop especially spencers 

The instrumental starts playing

I used to float, now I just fall down

I used to know but I'm not sure now

What I was made for

What was I made for?  

I take a short  pause during that pause i look at the team who still looks uneasy after my comment

Good

Takin' a drive, I was an ideal

Looked so alive, turns out I'm not real

Just something you paid for

What was I made for?

I think in my head “the songs almost over three more songs and you'll never have to see those assholes again.’’

Think I forgot how to be happy

Something I'm not, but something I can be

Something I wait for

Something I'm made for

Something I'm made for.

The audience claps, genuine claps the faces of happy celebs that enjoyed my performance buried the insecurity that my songs, my career wasn't good enough the team also claps i assume its because they don’t wanna look bitter.

“Today has been such a blessing thank you guys so much.’’

I leave the stage leaving to my dressing room

I knew Spencer would try to come and find me but i didn't think he'd bring the team too.

‘’Hey.’’ spencer says his team practically hiding behind him

“ hey’’ i say back what else can i say my mind i all over the place

‘’ you were outstanding out there everyone loved you, im proud’’

Hm. proud.

‘’Proud? Proud of me? Or your team for not falling asleep mid song.”

The room was so quiet you could hear a strand of hair drop.

‘’I would say it isn't what it sounded like but that wouldn't be true.”

His team is looking at each other figuring out if they should say something

The peppy girl garcia says something first, well she tries to

“ we owe you such-”

“No.”

“No?” she says voice shaky

“You didn't say anything wrong matter of fact you were the only one who defended me, not even he did” I say as I point a finger at Spencer who just looks down in shame and guilt.

“Listen y/n you gotta understand we just want  what's best for reid-”

“Exactly’’ jj chimes in “it's nothing personal were just overprotective” she says with a nervous giggle

“Obviously we were immature and went way too far to attack your profession’’ emily says breaking her silence

Now, i'm a sensitive person i can’t help but choke up while trying to stick up for myself against 5 people 

“i..’ ‘ you can hear me about to cry i look down so i don’t have to see their pity faces 

Where did my confidence go why can’t i talk without crying

“I just wanted to impress you guys with this performance you guys were so cool and nice in my eyes”

They all look so guilty when they can literally hear the cry in my throat.

‘’And you” i say while looking at spencer ‘’ you made me feel like you understood me, understood my music, why i make music.’’ 

“I do!” spencer tries to defend 

‘’ no, or else you would have DEFENDED me instead of bitching out and agreeing with your friends’’

I have never been in a room this quiet

“Anyway i wanna get home and shower its been a long day’’

I get up to walk away and spencer tries to stop me but i pull away and grab my stuff and leave

Prove them right. Make a song about them.

[nothing-tolose]

All Because I Liked A Girl.

Part 2.

Warning: death threats, panic attack (?), lmk if i missed anything!

A/N: still kinda short anyway but yeah here it is. english isn't my first language so pls pls i hope u guys can understand t____t love u guys sm xoxo

Part 1.

🇵🇸 Daily click.

You keep your phone on screen after you saw those comments on school's blog. You couldn't tell what's happening right now, too many comments made you so hard to search the problem. You bring that thing to everywhere; kitchen, living room, porch, or even to the bathroom.

It's been two hours since you woke up and you haven't showered yet. You were too focused on your school's blog. You sit on your dining chair with a cup of water in front of you, fingers still scrolling and searching.

'Why there's so much bad comments towards me? Why do people keep mentioning Ellie and Anne in between my name?'

You keep asking the same question in your head. You have no idea. Because, oh really, what the fuck is happening right now? You didn't even do anything wrong before!

And you stopped scrolling when you saw Anne's post.

11 hours ago

@annel1se-torres

oh.. i think.. people should be know about a girl who just stole someone's girlfriend, yeah? been hiding this for months but i guess today is the right time to tell you all. aaanddd this isn't about a gossip at all since it was happened to me:)

i would never understand why did she still can smile so brightly after she stole my gf, oops, i mean.. my ex. sorry my bad ;(

there's no girls supporting girls when the one have NO SHAME 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

anyway, have a good night everyone! <3

You froze. You figured out that her post was the problem of all those bad comments, and that post finally answered your curiosity.

Who doesn't know about Anne, though? Everyone knew her as an 'IT GIRL' or something like that on your school. She was dated with Ellie back then and broke up 5 months ago. Everyone always praising her like she's the perfect one, no one could replace her. Good grades, good looking, good personality. Oh, she got them all.

You were confused. It was 5 months ago, you started talking with Ellie 3 months ago, and started dating with her a month after that. There's a little big gap between their relationship with yours, right? Why did she bring up about that and saying that you stole Ellie?

Did she really talking about you? Or you were just overanalyzing? Absolutely not. She haven't been in relationship after her break up with Ellie. If the post wasn't about you and Ellie, then who?

People in her comments section were shading you and even mentioning YOUR NAME.

@bracchiosoreuzz

I THINK I KNOW WHO ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT :0 her name starts with * right?

@annel1se-torres replied

@brachhiosoreuzz girl i know you're smart but shh 🤫

@butter-cheese777

i fucking agree w you anne, no girls supporting girls when the one have NOOO SHAAAMEEE FOR STEALING SOMEONE'S GIRLFRIEND!

@rainawastinghertime

lmfao, she's ugly tho why did ellie accept her to be her girlfriend? ugh she's not worthy to be compared with you, girl

@77-s18

ugly bitch always steal everything

@plhrmc

she should be dead fr i don't care what anyone says

@dont-lookat-m33 replied

@plhrmc hey delete that, you're going too far

@dont-lookat-m33

are you sure that she stole ellie from you? i mean, they started dating like around three months after your break up. think again, anne. im on your side if they were dating a week after the break up. she's already getting a death threat because of your post. not everything should be about you though.

@77-s18 replied

@dont-lookat-m33 guys it's her!!! use your real account you loser XD

You shouldn't have seen those comments, you should've just see the post. Those comments were worst than the first you saw before. The way Anne replied their comments, and didn't even care about the others. What's her actual problem with you? You both were never interacting before. All you know is Anne's post was absolutely a lie because you didn't even care abour her or thinking about her when you talking to Ellie for the first time until you dating with her.

It was your first time getting really really bad comments and death threats. You were definitely scared. Firstly they said they'll spit on you on Monday morning if you show up, and now they wishing you dead.

You can't stop scrolling and reading the comments, it gets worse. God, they made you scared to death. Your body starts to shaking, your hands too. You hold your tears.

Your phone buzzed when you were about to see more comments on Anne's post. Lauren calls you again.

"Hey, I just found the–"

"Lau, I.." You couldn't talk, words suddenly disappeared. Lauren can hear your breath, and you were panting. "I saw those comments. They–"

Lauren went silent, she took a deep breath, "Would you close the blog right now? Please?" Now she sounds more softer than the last call you had with her.

You nod slightly.

You swear to God, you can't hold your tears anymore. You were too scared, scared of what will happen next. What if they really spit on you? What if they give you a disgusting stare on you? And what if—

Then you cried.

You hear Lauren's voice from the call, "I'll be there in five minutes. Just sit there where you are and don't go to somewhere else." And she hang up.

Of course you're not going to anywhere. Your feet were limp, you couldn't do anything except crying.

Your phone screen was on, you can see the notifications on the screen there.

messages request from ssalxxxx

god i really hope you the worst

she's dating with you because she just wanted to make anne jealous

poor girl

messages request from qwrtxxxx

ellie was never happy with you and anne is better than you, girlie

i'll be waiting for your funeral 💘

You shut your eyes, you don't want to see it. But hey, remember that curiosity killed the cat.

messages from els <33

babe are you okay??

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