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grimmsbride · 4 months ago

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▒ ❀ ̭͡⠀ ❛Blackout. Mohawk! Mark

summary.. you thought you had found some alone time with you, and your mighty little vibrator. but of course, all fun is always short-lived

tags.. canon-divergence (i have never written for mark or any of his variants nor have i read the comics, so, mohawk will be a little ooc and i apologize for that. also this ofc doesn’t really follow the plot of his dimension) / rough sex / overstimulation / he’s lowkey a dick / multiple orgasms / lowkey pain kink / reader is into everything ofc / light use of pet names / unrealistic descriptions of sex(?) /

authors notes.. i want to start writing for invincible and truthfully this is the first thing that came to mind. between mohawk mark and cap(?) mark, they will be written for the most cause imo they are the finest 😔. also please excuse any typos or grammar mistakes.

The mental checklist cycled through your brain quickly as your eyes peered about your room. Door locked? Check. Music playing from your tv a little too loud? Check. Your fully charged, pretty blue vibrator waiting patiently on your bed? The final and most important check of all. Between work, school, and juggling a relationship with your beloved boyfriend; finding time for self-pleasure was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Of course, most of your sexual needs were satisfied by your partner— however, there was nothing like taking the time to yourself, easing towards your orgasm in solitude.

You tugged the bottoms you wore down, thumbs hooking onto the elastic of your panties in the process. In one fluid motion you tossed them off your body and onto the ground, dropping to your bed back first with excitement brewing deep within your tummy. You reached down for the little vibe, examining the hollow opening that allowed the most perfect suction.

You remembered getting the device randomly one night, even paying extra for expedited shipping— a clear indication of your own desperation.

A finger flicked out to press against the button, holding it for a moment before the little toy revved to life. Little, yet so powerful; varying in several modes that tailored to your needs perfectly.

You always started slow, lowering the vibe to your breast and allowing the suction to flutter over your nipple— it slowly hardening from the attention. Your lips parted, along with your legs, allowing your free hand to lower to your folds, petting the soft skin slowly. A breath escaped as that familiar feeling danced across your body, warming you up inside at a gentle pace.

You spread yourself open, lowering a finger over your bud and slowly rolling it into tight circles. Your hips instinctively caught onto the rhythm, twitching at every special turn of your finger pad on your sensitive clit.

Soon enough you were growing impatient, knowing at any moment family could knock at your door for some random inconvenience. With that said, you lifted the toy from your breast, lowering it down between your legs. It always took a moment for you to align the hole with your clit, eyes squinting as if trying to visualize the perfect angle.

But the moment you got it, the moment you felt those delicious vibrations right against your sensitive bud, you let out the softest moan, legs opening more as the pleasure grew.

Your finger pressed into the button, amping the power up to its second level, strong vibrations thrumming right against your clit. Your legs began to squeeze shut, hurried breaths falling from your lips as you began to etch closer to your orgasm.

You wanted to personally thank whoever thought of vibrators. As pathetic as that sounded..

Your head knocked back against your pillows, the tightening cord in your stomach nearly snapping when a familiar sound entered your ears.

“Babe, oh man— I gotta tell you what this gu—..”

In a flash you felt that pleasure melt from your body, your eyes peering open to spot your one and only Markus Grayson standing in your bedroom in all his glory. His glory being that godforsaken supersuit and the stupidest grin on his features.

Which only seemed to deepen the moment his eyes trailed down your body.

Curse you for forgetting to close and lock your window.

“What’s this?.. Having fun without me?”

You opened your mouth to speak, yelping as wind flew past you far too quickly. Mark was a blur for a moment before he stood still beside your bed, currently inspecting something in his hand.

You quickly realized that it was your vibrator, under his inspection.

“The fuck is this..”

“It’s—“ You moved to your knees, reaching out for it, only for him to hold his hand higher, cackling to himself. You gave an aggravated huff, hands dropping to your thighs.

“— a vibrator.. It’s a vibrator.” You murmured, trying to ignore the tinge of shame invading your form. Of course, the two of you have talked about masturbation, but toys were a different story. You’ve heard plenty of horror tales of men growing angry at their women for using them in the first place.

All that ego man stuff.. blah, blah, blah. And as much as you loved Mark, he was a man.. with a ridiculously big ego.

Your eyes slowly trailed up his body back to his face, watching the way an unrecognizable glint developed in his dark eyes. His gloved fingers tapped against the toy, fiddling with the settings, turning it off and on completely.

“A vibrator huh?..” Mark hummed, more to himself than you, gaze switching between the vibe and your features for a moment before a devious smirk pulled his lips.

Before you could think Mark was moving closer, using a hand to push you back onto the bed whilst the other went for your legs, tugging them open.

“Let me try.” The grin on his face deepened, reaching down with the toy towards your center. Clumsily, he forced the hole upon your swollen clit, eyes flicking back to your features as he amped up the vibrator.

Your hands clenched, lips parting once more to release a sharp moan. You weren’t alone anymore, released from the mercy of slowly building yourself up. No, Mark had selected one of the highest setting without a care, pressing it right against your already sensitive clit. Your legs threatened to close, hands falling to the bed and gripping your bedsheets tight.

“Ma—mark.. baby please— turn it down..” You whined out, gasping the moment you felt him twist the toy a little, the vibrations hitting your swollen bud at a different angle. Droplets of arousal trickled from your hole that fluttered around nothing, sliding down to your taint.

“Aww.. can someone not handle the little toy?” Mark mocked, twisting the little machine once again and giggling to himself at the high-pitched moans that escaped you. He rose himself high, face hovering close to your own whilst resting on a forearm.

“C’mon baby, you’ve had bigger! Don’t wimp out on me now.”

You couldn’t even dare to reply, far too focused on that band ready to snap in your stomach. Struggled gasps and moans continued to escape, as your legs tightened around his arm— as if trying to decide to push him away or keep him there.

Your decision was null the moment you came, hips rising into the air as you made a mess of his hand and your beloved toy. Your stomach ached, clit feeling raw from all the attention. Your body rested back onto your bed, attempting to calm yourself after your release.

Only to realize the vibrator was still stuck securely to your clit, not having moved an inch despite your orgasm.

You quickly back to fuss, reaching down at your partner’s wrist whilst a strangled, “Ma—mark, let me breathe..” escaped you.

But he didn’t budge, even pulling himself back to his haunches, keeping his one hand steady on the toy whilst the other went for your wrists, securing them into a tight single-handled hold right against your stomach.

“Oh, [Name], I’m not done. I wanna see what else this little thing can do.”

With two more presses, the vibrator was now thrumming at its highest setting, the sound of it on your sloppy cunt nearly echoing over your music— second to the whines and moans that you released.

Your mind was going blank, the pleasure teetering between bliss and pain in one fluid motion. Unlike the Viltrumite before you, you were only human— your stamina not being able to keep up at all. It was growing torturous the longer the toy played at your clit, yet you couldn’t escape. Even as you attempted to move your hands, Mark wasn’t budging an inch— nor was he fazed by the twitching of your legs, eyes so trained on your pussy he was currently tormenting.

It’s not as if Mark had an issue with you using the toy. Not at all, he found it quite amusing actually; you attempting to find pleasure in such a measly device— that couldn’t even began to compare to him at all. It was truly entertaining watching you struggle to keep yourself together, your moans and cries for mercy music to his ears after an already eventful day.

The man had things to share with you, like some idiot that tried to attack him from behind— however that could wait, until after he was satisfied with examining the limits of this little device.

“Such a fucking mess, you’re ruining my gloves, babe.” As cocky as ever, voice clear and loud so you could hear through the blur of your mind. You wanted to cuss at him, maybe tell him to fuck off and wipe that little smirk off his face. But you couldn’t— physically anyway, given any words were turning to jumbled mush that the man couldn’t make out.

Mark even had the nerve to tilt his head, pushing his ear a little closer towards you.

“Huh? What? You say something— I couldn’t hear it over all that moaning and whining of my name.”

If your hands were free you would smack him, but now you could only whine louder, trying your best at an annoyed pout, eyebrows clenched close together.

Mark quickly caught on, laughing to himself as he slowly moved the vibrator in circles on your clit, watching that anger dissolve from your face so quickly. Your eyes were glossy at this point, even rolling back to meet your skull as the pleasure thundered through your body.

And as quickly as it started, your second orgasm came even quicker; erupting from your body in shaky spasms. Your voice was etching on hoarse at this point, seeing white for a moment as you came undone so harshly it began to ache.

Your lover let out a boisterous sound, eyes trained on your messy cunt, your arousal trailing down to the bed, making a little pool of slick.

You panted heavily, struggling to keep your eyes open as they slowly lifted to Mark.

“Mark..” You were able to release, attempting to move your arms again, only to feel his hold tighten. You cried out, wiggling about in desperation.

“Ma—mark! Turn it off— fuck!” Tears of overstimulation were threatening to spill at this point, and in one swift motion you somehow were able to flip onto your stomach, scooting away from the man quickly.

Your face pressed against the bed for a moment, before turning to the side, releasing heavy breaths as your heart pounded against your chest. So focused on calming down, you couldn’t hear anything behind you at all.

Not the sound of Mark chuckling to himself.. his hands moving against his body, or even his clothes falling to your carpeted floor.

You hadn’t realized a thing until a familar hand was locking around your ankle, basically dragging you towards the edge of the bed and up onto your knees.

You rose to your hands, mouth open and ready to practically yell at him until you felt two things. His length prodding at your entrance, and that blasted toy finding your abused clit once again.

In one swift motion Mark was thrusting inside, leaving you unable to adjust with the vibrations buzzing against your swollen bud. Your hands nearly give out, nails digging into the fabric as tears began to stream down your chubby cheeks.

You could no longer form a single coherent sentence, voice switching between hurried gasps and a mush of his name, tangled with the loudest moans. Soon enough you felt his hips move, a bruising pace being set inside you, with little care for your overly sensitive pussy.

You felt Mark move, coming to rest his chest against your back whilst wrapping his arm around your body, leading his hand to gently grab your face— a completely contrast to how he has been ruining you for the past forty-five minutes.

“What a crybaby.. can’t even think straight can you, huh?” His lips pressed right up against your ear, hips flicking back and forth as he fucked you with no remorse. The corner of his mouth twitched, truly entertained by your reactions. The sweet wails you were releasing, the way your pussy clenched and clenched around his length, and how shaky your entire body was overall.

You sniffled and whined, hearing your love cooe as he slid his thumb over your skin. Once again, the only gentleness he’s shown you since he flew in.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? All this attention you’re getting, greedy little pussy..” Mark began to drill into you, now being the only thing keeping you sitting upright at this point. “Can barely handle me, yet you go out and buy this toy— isn’t that funny, baby? Hm?”

The man spoke to you so easily, fully expecting you to reply to the best of your ability. But you were only releasing whimpers, completely lost to the feeling that flipped between pain and pleasure.

Mark chuckled at this, pressing the toy just a bit harder against you.

“Guess you’re too fucked out to speak, huh?”

That was an understatement, truly. The word itself didn’t exactly describe how you felt. Your entire body was trembling, the two sensations of his dick and your toy eliminating any logical thinking inside your brain. You couldn’t care less about being too loud for your family or even neighbors, no, your entire focus collected into a single point, the orgasm that was rushing towards you extremely fast.

A mix of encouraging words and mockery was being purred right into your ear, followed by quick laughter with every cry you let out. Mark always enjoyed pushing your limits, especially in the bed room.

You were human, sure, but he didn’t care. He simply loved watching you struggle to keep up with anything he did, acting so cruelly only to praise you later on. A never ending cycle that he didn’t plan to change anytime soon.

“Clenching me like a fucking vice, you’re about to come aren’t you?” He questioned, fucking into you so deeply, his tip prodding against that spongy spot that caused stars to intrude your vision. The man listened to your whine, deciding to take it as approval to his previous question.

Mark grinned to himself, pulling back and allowing your body to land on the bed. Instead his free hand gripped your hip lifting you just enough to drill into that same spot perfectly.

“Go on then, come— soak the sheets while you’re at it.”

Your fingers dug into the bed, reduced to babbles as your sheets became soaked from your arousal, sweat, and tears. With blurry vision and muffled hearing you came undone, a prolonged bellow of his name escaping your aching throat. You jerked and jolted, making a mess of his cock and the bed beneath— just like he hoped.

The man’s hand smoothed across your ass, clearly soothing you as those sweet praises from his lips, continuing to chase his own orgasm. Moments passed before his hips stuttered, his load spilling into you, some trickling out from your stuffed hole.

You breathed heavily, feeling your body relax the moment the man pulled out and removed the still buzzing vibrator from your clit. You melted into the bed completely, caring less for the smell of sex and soaked blankets beneath you. Your legs trembled from the aftershocks, eyes closed as you attempted to catch your breath— and with that being your entire focus, you basically jumped out your skin the moment Mark’s hand fell to your thigh.

The man laughed, smoothing his fingers across your heated skin.

“Relax, I’ve finished my little test.. for now.”

“You’re..” You struggled to say, moving your head a little to glance back at your boyfriend. “— such a dick.”

The man grinned back at you, hands gliding up to your ass to grip whilst coming to hover over you, planting a kiss against your shoulder.

“I know. And I’m gonna be an even worse one the moment you catch your breath.”

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verstappenverse · 10 months ago

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Masterlist

Max Verstappen

Under The Radar - The strain of secrecy begins to weigh on a hidden relationship.

Revved Up - Max grows jealous after your Instagram post attracts unwanted attention, including from an ex.

What We Never Said - Max has always been your constant, your best friend. But when jealousy over your recent date flares, it forces him to confront feelings he’s long ignored .Is there more between you two than just friendship?

Not Over Yet - In the heat of a painful argument you declare that your relationship with Max is over, leaving him desperate to hold on.

Igniting The Fire - You start a petty argument with your boyfriend because you’re feeling just a little too needy.

Five More Minutes - Max refuses to let you start the day, keeping you tangled in the sheets and even tighter in his arms.

Between The Laps - It’s your rookie season in F1, and you’ve been paired with reigning world champion Max Verstappen. Tension brews, chemistry simmers, and as the season unfolds, rivalry turns personal and dangerously close to something more.

The Weight of Words - As Max consoles you through another heartbreak, unspoken feelings linger in the air.

Too Many Kisses - Max showers you with kisses after a race much to your embarrassment.

The Price of the Podium - In the relentless pursuit of racing glory, Max faces the fallout of missing an important weekend in his relationship, leaving your future uncertain.

The Price of the Podium - Part 2 - Overwhelmed by regret after months of heartbreak, Max shows up at your family gathering uninvited, determined to win back your heart. (Requested)

From P17 to You - After a legendary drive through the rain in Brazil Max realises that some things are worth risking, and this time he’s ready to risk it all. (Requested)

Home is Where the Heart is - You’re very excited to redecorate, and Max is absolutely smitten.

A Fine Line - Forced to fake date for PR, you and Max who can barely stand each are pushed into close quarters at a high-profile wedding. But somewhere between stolen glances, and sharing one bed, you both start to realise that maybe some feelings can’t be faked after all. (Requested)

Knight of My Heart - After one too many drinks, a protective Max arrives right when you need him most.

Lost in the Spin - A night of celebration spirals into scandal when compromising photos surface leaving Max trapped in a media storm, battling rumours, and desperately fighting to prove his innocence to the woman he loves.

Lost in the Spin - Part 2 - Max refuses to let rumours rewrite your love story.

Camgirl!Reader x Obsessed!Max - 2/3/4/5 - TBD

The Bet and The Fall - Max starts dating you on a bet never expecting to fall for you, but as your relationship grows he must confront the fallout of his careless gamble. (Requested)

Red Roses - Valentine’s Day Special

No Strings, No Feelings, No Problem - Friends with benefits was easy, lying to yourself is the real challenge. Bonus

Lessons in Jealousy - You’ve been in love with Lando as long as you can remember, but to him, you’re just his best friend. Enter Max your longtime frenemy who offers to help make Lando jealous. But as Lando finally starts to notice you, you wonder if you were chasing the wrong heart all along.

The Hardest Goodbye - Max is about to leave for the first leg of the season, taking him to the other side of the world. You know it’s part of the job, but it doesn’t make saying goodbye any easier.

Yours in Ink - Max has always claimed you as his, now it’s written in ink.

Call Me When You Break Up - Max is in the wrong relationship, and you both know it. But knowing isn’t choosing, and you’re done waiting.

Call Me When You Break Up (role reversal) - You’re with the wrong person, and Max knows it. So do you. He won’t ask you to leave but he’ll be here, hoping, aching, waiting. Just… call him when you do.

Breaking Point - Your rivalry with Max Verstappen is legendary, but behind your fierce performances a chronic condition is slowly wearing you down. When Max starts to uncover the truth he has to decide, win the title at all costs or protect the one person who may have come to mean more than it.

The Chores of Champions - Max battles his greatest challenge yet... surviving laundry lessons.

When You Come Undone - Overwhelmed and unraveling, Max holds you together like it’s the easiest thing he’s ever done. (Requested)

Crash Into Me - After a crash lands you in the hospital Max finally says those three words he's been holding in far too long.

All Over You - Touch has always been your love language, until one overheard conversation makes you question everything. When you start to pull away Max realises just how deeply he’s come to need it.

You Belong With Me - Max never believed in soulmates until he met you. The only problem? You’re already dating Lando. Somewhere along the way, between late-night calls, inside jokes, and everything in between, you and Max became best friends. He tells himself it’s enough. That the friendship is worth the ache. But as your connection deepens, Max starts to wonder if maybe, just maybe, you feel it too. Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 (Complete)

Something Like a Crush - Twelve years after the infamous 'inchident', you’re still trying (and failing) to pretend you don’t have a crush on Max Verstappen. (Requested)

In Every Beat - After sudden pregnancy complications threatens everything you and Max cling to each other through the fear. (Requested)

Just Breath - Max finds you in the middle of a panic attack and helps you through it, refusing to leave your side. (Requested)

Still in the Race - After a disastrous penalty in Spain, Max comes home expecting anger, but finds comfort instead.

Waiting Game - You’ve been in love with Max for years, silently watching him date the wrong girl, until walking away makes him finally realise you were the one all along. (Requested)

Home Was Always Here - You were too young then, but years later co-parenting your daughter together in the public eye might finally bring you home to each other. (Requested)

All This Time - Max was your first everything, first friend, first heartbreak. Now years later he’s world champion, and you’re standing in front of him like no time has passed at all. (Requested)

In Every City, It’s Still You - After weeks of hiding your fears that Max cheats on the road, your confession leaves him heartbroken that you think so little of his love. (Requested)

Ghost Laps - What starts as Max teasing you over sim racing attempts turns into a secret mission to impress him. Alternate Scene (Requested)

What If I Get It Wrong? - Max was never afraid of anything, but fatherhood? That’s a different kind of terrifying. As the two of you prepare for your first child, Max is protective, terrified, and completely in awe, and you watch the man you love fall headfirst into fatherhood. (Requested)

Lando Norris

Just Another Valentine - Every year you and Lando spend Valentine’s Day together as part of an unspoken tradition, but this year something feels different, something that is impossible for you to ignore.

#masterlist #max verstappen masterlist #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen fic

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ranx0 · 7 months ago

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Somewhere in the floating void where all the winners rest they sit waiting on the next winner to come

Suddenly they hear the rev of an engine

The screech of tires

And the sound of a voice cheering in glory and triumph

There in the flesh is the car of Joel Toretto doing doughnuts and spinning around the previous winners.

#I don’t actually have this headcanon of the winners but it’s a funny thought #I love you Joel #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #wild life smp #life series #the life series #traffic smp #trafficblr #life series winners

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diamonddaze01 · 6 months ago

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PEDAL TO THE METAL (series masterlist)

🏁 IT'S LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO! 🏁

Welcome to the world of F1, where the cars go fast, the stakes go higher, and the drama never lifts off the throttle. Seventeen rules the grid—from precision strategies to podium glory. Whether it’s navigating a hairpin turn or a tricky love confession, the tension is always at maximum revs. So tighten your harness and adjust your visors—this isn’t just a race; it’s the ride of a lifetime.

🏁 N O T E S : this has been in the works for far too long, and i owe it to @ylangelegy for yanking it out of my head and putting it on paper. i hope you love my magnum opus as much as i love writing it <3 without further ado, welcome to pedal to the metal !

��️ in the cockpit: ferrari driver!jeonghan x journalist!reader

𖦹 track: humor, fluff, angst, smut

🏆 qualifying results: read the teaser here! 🏁 race results: read the full fic HERE (part i) and HERE (part ii) 🚥 sprint results: [on the record] [off the record] [bad for business]

📝 post race analysis: jeonghan's not used to someone who pushes his buttons as easily as you do, and you're not used to someone who challenges you as quickly as he does. maybe it's time to go full throttle, both on and off the track.

🏎️ in the cockpit: ferrari driver!soonyoung x publicist!reader

𖦹 track: humor, fluff, angst, smut

🏆 qualifying results: read the teaser here! 🏁 race results: read the full fic here! 🚥 sprint results: read associated drabbles here!

📝 post race analysis: a ferrari driver who loathes media day, a publicist who’s one press conference away from losing it, and enough tension to power the entire grid—because apparently, managing his PR disasters isn’t in the job description for falling for him.

🏎️ in the cockpit: mclaren driver!mingyu x strategist!reader

𖦹 track: humor, fluff, angst, smut

🏆 qualifying results: read the teaser here! 🏁 race results: read the full fic here! 🚥 sprint results: read associated drabbles here!

📝 post race analysis: when the fastest driver on the grid has a habit of ignoring orders and the loudest strategist in the paddock has zero patience for his antics, the result isn't what everyone expects. but one thing's for sure: everyone hears the team radio.

🏎️ in the cockpit: aston martin driver!seokmin x f1 vlogger!reader

𖦹 track: humor, fluff, angst, smut

🏆 qualifying results: read the teaser here! 🏁 race results: read the full fic here! 🚥 sprint results: read associated drabbles here!

📝 post race analysis: for the first time in his life, seokmin realizes he wants something he can’t just reach out and take.

🏎️ in the cockpit: williams driver! hansol x engineer! reader

𖦹 track: humor, fluff

🏆 qualifying results: read the teaser here! 🏁 race results: read the full fic here! 🚥 sprint results: read associated drabbles here!

📝 post race analysis: There were a million things you expected on your first day at Williams, but a driver waiting for you at your desk with a napkin sketch in hand was not one of them.

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svtiddiess · 6 months ago

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Revved Up

Synopsis: Yoon Jeonghan, the undisputed king of the tracks, with an ego that goes at par with his unshakeable record, finally meets his match when a rookie appears, determined to snatch victories right out from under his nose.

Pairing: underground racer!Jeonghan x underground racer!afab!reader

Genre: rivals to ??, underground racer au, smut, oneshot

Rating: mature

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings: Jeonghan's kind of an asshole, some misogynistic remarks, hate sex, semi-public sex (but nobody's around), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this!), marking, Jeonghan smokes, lemme know if I've missed anything!

Note: This was inspired by this edit. Thank you so much to @tusswrites @nothoughtsjustfic and @soo0hee for helping me with the fic, this fic wouldn't have left the vault without your help!

Thank you so much to @shadowkoo for the amazing banner!

Also, I'd like to thank @tomodachiii for making me make them fuck on top of the car.

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On top of the world.

That's how Jeonghan feels at the moment as he passes the finish line, winning first place once again. He leans back in his seat, chest heaving from the adrenaline and a smirk painted on his face.

A crowd gathers around his car, cheering and congratulating him on yet another victory—his tenth consecutive win. He steps out, removing his helmet and running a hand through his slightly damp blonde hair. Catching sight of a group of girls nearby, he flashes them a flirty wink and a smug grin, sending them into a fit of squeals and giggles. While the adrenaline rush fuels his passion for underground racing, this moment is undoubtedly his favourite: the unmatched fame, glory, and attention that come with it.

He walks over to where his friends are waiting. They greet him with a smile and several pats on the back, each congratulating him on his victory.

"That's your tenth win. It looks like your winning streak is still going strong," grins Seungcheol, his childhood best friend. It was Seungcheol who first introduced Jeonghan to the underground racing scene, and after just one race, Jeonghan was hooked on the thrill of the lifestyle.

"Of course it is," Jeonghan scoffs. "I'm Yoon Jeonghan, after all."

"Your ego seems to grow with every race you win," grumbles Woozi, another friend and the group's reluctant mechanic. They met on a random Tuesday night when Jeonghan crashed his car right into Woozi's workshop. Angry didn’t even begin to cover how Woozi felt, but that incident sparked an unexpected friendship. After being introduced to Seungcheol, Woozi was roped into the role of the group's mechanic, though not exactly by choice.

"You'd think he'd have reached his peak by now, but nope. I’m always amazed at how much his ego grows with every race," Mingyu snickers. He's a racer too, though he prefers bikes over cars. His tall, muscular build gives off the impression of a tough guy; he’s anything but—Mingyu is a complete softie. It’s a mystery how someone like him ended up in a world as cutthroat as underground racing.

"You better watch that ego of yours. Your hubris will be your downfall," warns Minghao, a close friend of Jeonghan's who somehow managed to stumble into the underground racing scene. He seems to also have found a talent for racing, but he prefers to watch the races rather than participate in them.

Jeonghan rolls his eyes at the familiar jab. His friends never miss an opportunity to comment on his so-called massive ego. He doesn’t see it that way—he’s just got skill, luck, and the confidence to show it off. Why shouldn’t he?

Handsome, talented, charming, and lucky, Yoon Jeonghan truly is God's favourite after all.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Jeonghan brushes off the remarks, already distracted by thoughts of the after-party. This is his tenth win, after all, so it needs to be memorable: top-shelf whiskey, a VIP booth, and a few girls to top it off.

Grinning to himself, he slings an arm over Seungcheol’s shoulder as the group heads toward the exit. But then, a figure catches his eye, halting him in his tracks.

"Hey, who’s the chick?" Jeonghan asks, nodding toward a girl wearing a racing jacket, tinkering with what looks like her car.

"Oh, that's Y/N. I heard she’s new. Just signed up today," Mingyu informs them.

"A girl racing?" Jeonghan scoffs. "Good luck with that."

"Jerk," Seungcheol mutters, elbowing him in the ribs.

"Hey!" Jeonghan protests, raising his hands in mock defence. "I’m just saying! Girls aren’t exactly known for being good drivers."

"And she’s a newbie," he adds with a smirk. "I bet she’ll be running home crying after her first race."

A sharp voice cuts through their conversation.

"And what makes you so sure about that?"

Jeonghan turns to see the same girl standing in front of him, arms crossed, her glare sharp enough to cut steel.

"I’m just saying," Jeonghan shrugs, his lazy grin unfazed. "Newbies don’t usually last long here—especially cute ones like you." He winks at her.

She rolls her eyes and scoffs.

"And who are you to assume something like that?" she snaps.

"I’m Yoon Jeonghan, baby," he replies smoothly. "Longest winning streak in the game. Just got my tenth win, actually." He winks again, clearly enjoying himself.

"Never heard of you," she mutters.

Jeonghan’s smile falters for a split second, but he quickly recovers, slipping his hands into his back pockets as he steps closer.

"You know, I think we got off on the wrong foot," he says smoothly. "We’re heading out to celebrate my win at a party—why don’t you join us?" His grin widens as he adds, "Who knows, you might even get lucky and end up in bed with me." He throws in a wink for good measure.

"Fucking asshole," she mutters, brushing past him and deliberately bumping his shoulder, which only makes Jeonghan chuckle.

"You’ve really got to work on your attitude," Woozi sighs, shaking his head.

"I don’t see the problem," Jeonghan says with a shameless grin. "Hey, it’s her loss for passing up on this."

Woozi rolls his eyes and heads for the exit, the rest of the group following behind. Jeonghan lingers for a moment, glancing back at her one last time before turning to join them.

After downing his seventh shot, Jeonghan leans back into the booth, savouring the lingering burn in his throat. He feels a girl press against him—a chick he picked up earlier. What was her name again? Patty? Petunia? No, Patricia. Right, Patricia.

Glancing down at her, he smirks. She had mentioned coming here with a friend. Maybe tonight’s a two-for-one kind of night, he thinks with a sly grin.

He leans down and asks Patricia where her friend is. She points towards the dance floor, where a girl is surrounded by a crowd. Jeonghan squints, trying to get a better look. For a moment, it almost seems like that hot-headed chick he pissed off earlier—Y/N.

No way she’d show up here after the scene she made earlier. Guess she’s just like every other girl, after all, he thinks with a chuckle.

Smirking, Jeonghan makes his way onto the dance floor. He grabs the girl’s shoulder and spins her around, only to stop in his tracks. It’s not Y/N.

"Shit, sorry. Thought you were someone else," he mutters before retreating back to his seat.

Dropping into the booth, he groans, rubbing his face. The alcohol is definitely kicking in now. Why the hell is he even thinking about Y/N? He's got plenty of other girls grovelling at his feet for his attention.

Whatever.

Jeonghan grumbles and downs another shot, trying to shake her out of his mind. Sliding an arm around Patricia again, he leans in, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, earning soft giggles and a blush in return.

Girls are so easy, he muses with a smirk.

"You really need to check that ego of yours," a familiar voice cuts through his thoughts. Jeonghan rolls his eyes, turning toward the source—Minghao.

"Having an ego is fine," Minghao says, shrugging, "but your level of ego? That’s going to be your downfall. Just saying."

Jeonghan sighs, grabbing his whiskey. "How many times have you said this already?"

"I’m pretty sure this is his fifth time," Mingyu mumbles.

"It’s actually the seventh," Woozi interjects, sipping his water; he prefers not to drink and only goes to clubs if the others quite literally drag him there. "You weren’t around for the other two."

"Really?" Mingyu's eyes widen in surprise.

"I’m just saying," Minghao continues, undeterred. "I’ve seen people crash hard because of their egos. As your friend, I’d hate to see that happen to you."

Jeonghan chuckles, waving him off. "You worry too much, Hao. I’m Yoon Jeonghan. I’ve got nothing to worry about. Life’s great and only getting better." He leans back, taking another sip of his drink. Minghao shakes his head, sighing, as he takes a sip of his martini.

Just then, Seungcheol, who had been off picking up girls, returns with a girl under each arm.

"Hey, turns out Leah here is Patricia’s friend," Seungcheol smirks, gesturing to the girl on his right.

Jeonghan’s grin widens. "This is why you’re my best friend, Cheol," he laughs.

Seungcheol chuckles, helping Leah settle into the seat beside Jeonghan. Now surrounded by two girls, Jeonghan’s smile grows even bigger.

"Tonight’s going to be a great night," he says, laughing softly before leaning in to tease Leah with kisses while his hand moves to caress Patricia’s thigh.

Booze, friends, and girls—what better way to celebrate a race win?

The next race day rolls around, and Jeonghan is casually chatting with a group of girls while the other racers prep their cars. Checking on his own car? That’s Woozi’s job, after all. Jeonghan has more important things to do—like charming his fangirls.

As he scans the lineup of racers, his eyes land on Y/N. To his surprise, she’s here, busy with some last-minute prep near her car. A smirk spreads across his face as he saunters over to her.

"Well, well. Didn’t think you’d actually show up, babygirl," Jeonghan taunts, breaking her focus.

Y/N looks up, her expression already annoyed. "Don’t you have better things to do than bother me before the race?" she snaps.

"Nope, can’t think of anything better, baby," Jeonghan replies, his signature smirk firmly in place.

With a frustrated huff, Y/N rolls her eyes and turns her attention back to her car, clearly done with him. As she bends down to grab something, Jeonghan lets out a low wolf whistle, his grin widening.

"Damn, you might have the finest ass I've ever seen; almost make me wanna bite into it," Jeonghan whistles with a low chuckle.

Y/N snaps her head around, her eyes blazing with fury.

"You better fuck off before I do something I regret," she snarls, her tone sharp enough to cut.

Jeonghan grins, completely unfazed. "Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do, little rookie?"

Her glare intensifies. "I’m gonna smack you so hard, you’ll forget which way the track goes," she growls through gritted teeth.

Jeonghan laughs, stepping closer until their faces are inches apart. He tilts her chin up with his hand, his cocky smirk growing.

"I’d love to see you try, little rookie," he whispers, his voice dripping with arrogance.

"Fucking asshole!" Y/N spits, smacking his hand away and storming off, her footsteps heavy with frustration.

Jeonghan watches her retreat, amused. His smirk lingers as he turns back to his car, throwing a final wink at his fangirls before sliding into the driver’s seat and strapping on his helmet.

"Can't wait to see you cry, little rookie," he mutters to himself, revving the engine.

Jeonghan drives to the starting line, aligning his car with the others. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and feels his heartbeat thumping in his ears as the adrenaline surges through his veins. Letting out a slow breath, he opens his eyes and smirks. Today will be the day he claims his eleventh win, he tells himself.

The starter steps forward, raising the green flag. Jeonghan grips the steering wheel tighter, revving the engine in anticipation. The flag drops, and the cars launch forward. As always, Jeonghan takes the lead.

He smirks, watching the growing gap between himself and the other racers.

"This’ll be a breeze," he chuckles to himself.

But his smirk falters when he notices Y/N's car tailing him, closing the gap fast.

"Hmm, not bad," he thinks, pushing the pedal harder to create more distance. But Y/N stays right on his tail, getting closer with each turn. Jeonghan's eyes widen as he realises the speed at which she's gaining on him. He quickly regains composure and focuses on maintaining his momentum.

As Y/N’s car continues to close the distance, Jeonghan’s frustration builds. He curses under his breath and slams the pedal to the floor, opting for raw speed over caution.

A sharp corner approaches and Jeonghan takes the inner road, determined to block Y/N from passing. But to his surprise, she takes the outer road and overtakes him. As she pulls ahead, their eyes meet, and Jeonghan swears he catches a smirk beneath her helmet.

Y/N speeds away and is now in the lead. Scowling, Jeonghan attempts to overtake her, but she doesn’t give him an inch. With each failed attempt, his frustration grows. The finish line is nearing, and if he doesn’t pass her, he’ll lose—and Yoon Jeonghan never loses.

Jeonghan slams the pedal again and attempts a sharp turn to pass Y/N, but she expertly dodges his move, blocking him out.

"Fuck!" Jeonghan curses, his frustration boiling over.

The finish line looms ahead, and despite his efforts, Y/N crosses it first, claiming victory. Jeonghan finishes in second place, seething with disbelief.

Jeonghan sits in the car for a moment, trying to process what just happened. He… lost. Yoon Jeonghan, the guy with an undefeated streak, just lost to some rookie. Unbelievable. He scoffs, slamming his hand on the steering wheel before getting out of the car. In a rush, he yanks off his helmet and tosses it aside, storming towards Y/N.

He takes a second to compose himself, then flashes a smirk as he leans against her car.

"Not bad… for a rookie," he says, his tone dripping with mock approval.

Y/N looks up at him from the driver’s seat, smirking in return.

"This rookie just beat your ass," she retorts, her voice full of playful challenge. "What happened to your winning streak? Must suck to get beaten by a girl rookie."

Jeonghan's smirk falters for a moment, the sting of defeat hitting him harder than he expected.

"I don’t know how you managed to get ten wins with that lousy driving," she continues, a teasing laugh escaping her lips. "The other drivers must’ve been really bad."

Jeonghan chuckles, trying to mask his frustration.

"You just got lucky, little rookie. Beginner's luck," he shrugs, leaning in closer to her. "You'll be eating my dust next race; I’ll make sure of it, baby."

"We’ll see about that, Jeonghan," she smirks, the challenge still in her eyes.

Jeonghan grins wide, full of cocky confidence.

"It’s official, you’re now Yoon Jeonghan’s rival," he says.

Y/N scoffs, rolling her eyes.

"Wow, what an honour," she replies sarcastically, her tone dripping with irony.

Before Jeonghan can respond, she speeds off, leaving him stumbling behind, caught off guard.

"Fucking bitch," he mutters under his breath, shaking off his frustration as he regains his balance.

"Just you wait. I'll make you regret your actions, little rookie," he growls before walking to where his friends await him.

The next few races, much to Jeonghan's disappointment and frustration, followed the same infuriating pattern—he’d dominate the track, taking the lead and building good momentum, only for Y/N to overtake him at the last corner, snatching victory right out of his grasp.

And with every win, Y/N’s taunts grew bolder and more irritating. She had the winning streak now—not him. Jeonghan was stuck with second place, which, in his mind, was just first place for losers.

Still, Jeonghan kept up his confident facade. He’d smirk, laugh it off, and dismiss her wins with a nonchalant wave. "Beginner’s luck," he’d say every single time. And Y/N would roll her eyes and scoff at his excuse. Every single time.

Another race, another loss—his fifth in a row. Jeonghan stormed out of his car, tossing his helmet somewhere without care, running a hand through his damp hair in frustration. He strode over to Y/N’s car, only to see her climbing out with an obnoxiously big grin plastered across her face.

"Five losses, Yoon. Looks like you’re on a losing streak," she says, laughing in his face.

Jeonghan scoffed, narrowing his eyes. "I’m just letting you have a taste of what victory feels like. Don’t get too comfortable, little one," he shot back, his tone dripping with condescension.

"Sure you are," she replied with a mocking smirk. "Maybe it’s time you retire, old man. Looks like you’re not fit for the track anymore."

"Old man?" Jeonghan repeated, incredulous, stepping closer until their noses almost touched. His voice dropped dangerously low. "I’ll make you regret saying that, little rookie."

"Go ahead," she challenges, leaning in slightly, her gaze unwavering as it locked onto his.

"Han," a familiar voice cut through the tension. Jeonghan turns his head to see Seungcheol standing with the rest of his group, watching him expectantly.

It was then that Jeonghan noticed the sudden hush around them—everyone had stopped what they were doing to watch the standoff unfold.

He turns back to Y/N, his smirk returning. "Consider this a warning, little rookie," he said coolly before stepping away and heading off with his friends.

Y/N just rolled her eyes and turned back to her car, ignoring the stares of the crowd still lingering around her.

Sighing, Jeonghan steps onto the track. It’s the night before a race, and restless energy had dragged him out of bed. Somehow, his legs had brought him here, to the place that always seemed to quiet the chaos in his mind. Maybe it was the strange connection he had with racing, but the track always had a way of grounding him.

He pulls out a cigarette, lights it, and takes a long drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs before exhaling it into the cool night air. Closing his eyes, he feels the warmth of the nicotine spread through his body, contrasting with the crisp chill around him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" a sharp voice cuts through the silence.

Jeonghan spins around, and there she is—Y/N, arms crossed, her glare piercing through the dark.

"I should be asking you that," he retorts, narrowing his eyes and throwing away the cigarette bud.

"I’m here to scope out the track before the race," she says defensively, her lips curving into a smirk. "But you? I bet you’re here to sabotage it. Face it, that’s probably the only way you’ll win at this point."

His jaw tightens, and in two quick strides, he’s in front of her. His hand shoots out, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up at him.

"You really think I’d stoop so low as to cheat?" he scoffs, his voice dripping with disdain.

"I think you’d do anything to win," she counters, her smirk unyielding as she leans closer. "Cheating included."

"I’m not you," he growls, their faces so close their breaths mingle in the cool air.

Her expression darkens. "Are you accusing me of cheating?"

"How else would someone like you manage to win?" he sneers, his voice laced with mockery.

"Talent and dedication," she snaps back. "Two things you lack. Clearly."

"All you have is luck, little rookie. And we both know it’s going to run out," he fires back, smirking.

Her eyes glint with challenge. "Well, it looks like your luck’s been gone for a while, Yoon," she says smugly.

Scowling, Jeonghan doesn’t bother with another word. Instead, he closes the distance between them, crashing his lips against hers in a heated, impulsive kiss. She lets out a startled squeak, her hands instinctively clutching at his shirt as he pulls her closer, pouring all his frustration and fire into the kiss.

"Jump," he murmurs against her lips. Without hesitation, she wraps her legs around his waist, locking herself against him.

Still lost in the kiss, he strides toward his parked car nearby, effortlessly hoisting her up before laying her down on the hood.

He breaks the kiss briefly, just long enough to strip away both their shirts, before crashing his lips back onto hers. His hands explore her bare skin, sending a shiver through her as his touch lingers. With practiced ease, he slides a hand behind her and unhooks her bra in one swift motion, letting it fall away and exposing her.

Pulling back slightly, his gaze sweeps over her, and a smirk tugs at his lips. "Not bad," he remarks teasingly.

She rolls her eyes and tugs him back into the kiss, her lips silencing further remarks. His hand sneaks up and toys with her nipple, eliciting a whimper from her. Their tongues fight for dominance as he continues to abuse her nipples.

"Are you gonna fuck me or what?" she growls against his lips.

"So impatient," he chuckles, a teasing grin spreading across his face. "Didn’t know you were such a slut," he taunts, earning a sharp scowl from her.

Without missing a beat, he makes quick work of the buttons on her pants, and she lifts her hips to help slide them off along with her panties. Now completely bare, she lies sprawled across the hood of her car, her defiant gaze locked on his.

Running a finger through her slit, he chuckles. "Hm, so wet already. Knew you couldn't resist me, little rookie."

"Fuck you," she spits.

"That's exactly what I'm doing," he teases before inserting a finger into her tight hole.

She throws her head back with a curse as Jeonghan's finger moves inside her with slow, deliberate thrusts. Leaning down, he trails his lips along her neck and collarbones, leaving a series of love bites—each placed carefully to ensure they’ll be visible, even beneath a shirt.

Sliding in another finger, he curls them until he finds that sensitive, spongey spot deep inside her. A loud moan spills from her lips as he presses against it, his smirk widening with satisfaction. He focuses on that spot, relentlessly drawing out her moans and whimpers.

"Shit, I’m so close! Fuck!" she cries out, her brows furrowing as she chases her release.

But just as she’s about to tip over the edge, he cruelly withdraws his fingers, leaving her trembling and frustrated.

She lets out a loud, furious wail, her eyes blazing as they lock on him. "What the fuck?!"

Jeonghan tilts his head, his smirk lazy and infuriating. "What, you thought I’d let you finish that easily, little rookie?" he taunts, his tone dripping with playful malice.

"You fucking assh—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Jeonghan quickly slips out his dick and thrusts into her without any warning.

"Shit!" she cries, her hands clutching Jeonghan's shoulders for stability.

He thrusts into her with an unrelenting, almost primal rhythm, the car beneath them shaking with each movement. The night air fills with a symphony of grunts, moans, and the metallic creak of the car's hood. Their heated bodies contrast sharply against the cool breeze, creating an intoxicating mix of sensations.

"I hate you—fuck—I hate you," she moans, her voice shaky with every thrust.

"Yeah? I hate you too, little rookie," he growls in response, his words laced with defiance and desire.

"I'm close," she whimpers out, nails digging into his shoulders. Sneaking a hand between their bodies, Jeonghan starts circling her clit.

With a loud cry, her body trembles beneath him as she climaxes, gripping him tightly. Jeonghan lets out a low groan, continuing to thrust into her, drawing out every wave of her release as her juices coat him.

After a few more thrusts, he pulls out and jerks himself off before cumming onto the track with a groan.

They take a moment to catch their breath before slipping back into their clothes. Jeonghan lights another cigarette and leans against the hood of the car, settling down beside Y/N; both of them staring at the track ahead.

Jeonghan extends the hand holding his cigarette toward her, a silent offer.

"I don’t smoke," she scoffs.

"Wow, how thrillingly boring," he chuckles, taking another drag.

"Sorry for wanting to keep my lungs functional," she retorts, rolling her eyes.

Jeonghan laughs softly and exhales a puff of smoke. Y/N pulls her knees to her chest, shivering slightly as the cold night air wraps around them. Silence falls between them, broken only by the occasional crackle of Jeonghan’s cigarette.

"Why do you do it?" she suddenly asks, her voice quiet.

Jeonghan glances at her, puzzled. "Do what?"

"Racing," she says, turning her head to meet his gaze. "Why do you do it?"

He takes a long drag, tilts his head back, and exhales slowly into the crisp night air. Stubbing out the cigarette, he shifts his focus back to her.

"I didn’t have… the best parents," he starts, his voice low. "Honestly, I wouldn’t even call them parents."

She listens intently as his brows furrow. "They hated me from the second I was born. Treated me like I was invisible—like I didn’t even exist."

His fingers fidget with a loose thread on his shirt. "Growing up, I was always the kid in the shadows. The loner. The weird kid no one wanted to talk to."

Jeonghan chuckles dryly, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. "I didn’t make my first real friend until my last year of high school. Pure accident. But somehow, me and Cheol hit it off."

"Cheol’s the one who dragged me into underground racing. I didn’t think much of it at first but after just one race…I was hooked. The adrenaline, the thrill…it was addictive."

He pauses, his gaze softening as a faint smile tugs at his lips. "Then came my first win. When I stepped out of that car, everyone swarmed me, congratulating me. For the first time in my life, I felt…seen."

His eyes drift to the stars above. "I wasn’t a shadow anymore. People knew my name. They cheered for me. They loved me."

His voice softens as he turns to her. "That’s why I race—to be seen. To matter. To finally step out of the shadows and into the light."

For a moment, their eyes lock in a shared silence, his words lingering in the air between them.

Then she looks away, a chuckle escaping her lips. "Wow. You’re a special kind of asshole," she mutters.

Jeonghan blinks, startled. "What?"

"Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing, Yoon," she says, narrowing her eyes.

"I have no idea what you’re talking about," he replies, feigning innocence.

"Spare me," she snaps. "You’re trying to manipulate me with your little sob story, so I’ll throw tomorrow’s race. But it’s not gonna work, Yoon. I see right through you."

Jeonghan stares at her, caught off guard. He opens his mouth to argue, but no words come out. She laughs in his face.

"God, you’re pathetic," she says, shaking her head as she hops off the hood. "Get ready to lose again tomorrow."

With a smirk, she saunters off to her car, leaving Jeonghan speechless. He watches as her silhouette fades into the night, a mixture of shock and frustration etched on his face.

The next day arrives, Jeonghan scans the area, searching for Y/N. Maybe he can explain himself, convince her he wasn’t trying to manipulate her into throwing the race—that he was being genuine. Even though that’s exactly what he had been trying to do.

Spotting her by her car, checking it over one last time, he strides toward her purposefully.

"Y/N, I—let me explain, please," he begins, his tone uncharacteristically earnest.

Her only response is to put on her helmet, flip him off without a word, and climb into her car. She drives off toward the starting line, leaving Jeonghan stunned and frustrated.

Muttering under his breath, he storms back to his car, slamming the door as he gets in. He pulls on his helmet, his jaw tight as he rolls up to the start line beside her. For a brief moment, their eyes meet, and even through her helmet, he can tell she’s smirking.

Scowling, he looks away, trying to focus on the race ahead.

But it ends just like the last five—Y/N taking first place, and Jeonghan trailing behind in second.

Scoffing in disbelief, Jeonghan climbs out of his car, tearing off his helmet as he runs a frustrated hand through his damp hair. His gaze drifts to Y/N, surrounded by a cheering crowd congratulating her on another victory. She looks radiant, basking in their admiration, which only deepens the scowl on Jeonghan’s face.

Their eyes meet for a fleeting moment, and Jeonghan can see the triumphant glint in hers.

He smirks, despite himself. "Enjoy it while it lasts, little rookie," he mutters, his voice low but filled with determination. "Because I’ll make sure this is only temporary."

His eyes darken, a wave of anger and frustration crashing over him as he watches her revel in what should have been his victory—a victory she snatched right out of his grasp. His fists tighten at his sides, resolve surging through his veins like fire. He will beat her. He’s Yoon Jeonghan, after all—the one on top of the world.

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Seventeen Fic Rec's Part 4

(CONTAINS SMUT AND MATURE SUBJECT MATTER)

(Bold title means favorite)

(UPDATED: February 24th, 2025)

OT13

subtle svt dating.@xinganhao

PEDAL TO THE METAL (series masterlist) @diamonddaze01 (Welcome to the world of F1, where the cars go fast, the stakes go higher, and the drama never lifts off the throttle. Seventeen rules the grid—from precision strategies to podium glory. Whether it’s navigating a hairpin turn or a tricky love confession, the tension is always at maximum revs. So tighten your harness and adjust your visors—this isn’t just a race; it’s the ride of a lifetime.)

the lords who loved me (series masterlist) @amourcheol (smut, fluff, angst, bridgerton! au, regency au! for certain fics -> friends with benefits! au, opposites attract! au, sunshine x grumpy! au, slow burn! au, forbidden love! au, enemies to lovers! au)

what 2 am with them looks like @cxffecoupx

The Syndicates Collection @sailorsoons (this collection contains individual fics with each member of SVT paired with a different reader that occur in the same universe/AU and timeline. Each story is a stand alone, but three of them do have a connected/overarching plot. You do not need to read all of them to understand what’s going on, and all of the fics can be read as standalone one shots.)

Mingyu

Dessert First @highvern (baker! mingyu, wedding planner!YN, fluff, smut, angst, exes to lovers)

Cinnamon @daechwitatamic (You finally decide to try and move on after years of waiting for Mingyu to return your feelings. But when you start bringing your new boyfriend around more often, things with Mingyu get... difficult.)

Sunsets In December @nerdycheol (architect major!mingyu x literature major!f reader)

the budget @fxstpace (photography student!kim mingyu x art student!fem!reader)

lost in the west @starlightkyeom (fake dating (kind of), friends to lovers, holiday!au | fluff, smut, romance)

What they think @priisprii (idol au, Sugar daddy!Mingyu x sugar baby!reade)

So High School @lavnderwonu (fiancé!mingyu x pregnant!fem!reader)

HOW SWEET @hannieehaee (enemies to lovers, pining, one sided crush that becomes two sided!, afab reader, smut, teasing, semi public sex (its done in a public establishment but no one is there), breast play, food play (frosting on tits basically), fingering, handjob, penetrative sex, etc.)

flashing lights masterlist @gyuhao5 (model!minghao x f!assistant!reader x actor!mingyu)

EIGHT FIRST DATES @minkieater (maybe boys your age just weren’t your thing. after a sudden lunch date, you were already half convinced the search was over— had you found the man you were bringing to your family’s thanksgiving? how will chan take the news?)

Love Me Out Loud @twogyuu (Kim Mingyu was your first, but to him, he was for sure you were his endgame. One year out from university, no one expected you to be dating the former campus heartthrob. It's why you had to hide it from everyone – Mingyu's 14.5K Instagram followers, at least. However, the return of your childhood best friend Kim Taehyung to Seoul for a wedding, forces Mingyu to rethink the secrecy of your whole relationship. )

second servings @diamonddaze01(It’s safe to say that this Thanksgiving has been a rousing success)

sage & stardust @smileysuh (Fairy au, fantasy au, non idol. )

A Helping Hand - Part Two @idyllic-ghost (office worker!Mingyu x office worker!fem!reader Genre: office romance, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, coworkers-with-benefits)

Sit Down @gyuswhore (getting aroused by the other's jealousy/obsession with them, "Could he/she/they do it like this?”, “you're sexy when you're angry”)

Glass Towers @mr-cha-n (fluff, angst, smut, architect AU)

Sex Education @svtiddiess (In all your years of education you learned that there are many methods to study: flashcards, study groups, the pomodoro method etc. But you find that practice is better than theory. And what better way to study Biology than practice with your study buddy?)

the very first night @fxstpace (romance, angst, smut, exes to lovers!au, roommates!au)

Warm welcome @cherry-hulu (Nothing like a warm welcome for Mingyu after a stressful day at work. Warnings: Ceo!KMG x Sugar baby!reader)

so high school | kmg | part 2 @cherriegyuu (when you’re suddenly thrown in Mingyu’s direction, you have no choice but to stay by his side, and maybe it’s not as bad as you think)

Wonwoo

hanging by a moment @haologram (t's been a few years since you've been home for your birthday, and wonwoo can't wait to see you...right?)

Sucker For You @honeyhae-svt (smut, romance, humor, slice of life, wonwoo x reader, college au, slow burn to fast burn, mutual pining, friends to lovers, cockwarming, gamer wonwoo, subtle dominance, light degradation, reader insert, cute dynamics, playful teasing, soft/dom wonwoo, loser!wonwoo x popular!reader.)

Through the Lens @mr-cha-n (Smut, fluff, photographer x model AU)

BOYFRIEND WONWOO ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ @seokmn

Born Superhero @thedensworld (Started as clueless father to superhero, watch how Wonwoo grow as a father... And a husband.)

never leave this bed @straylightdream (husband!jeon wonwoo x curvy!f.reader)

Love under a Microscope @whitesugarbaybee (Pathologist!Wonwoo x pathologist fem!reader Genre: Doctor au, shefellfirst-he fell harder, crack, fluff)

Sold For A Soul @tusswrites (making bargains with the devil in exchange for a chance to glory. lies, deception and uncovered feelings in a world of glitz and glam.)

Steam IV @highvern (ATLA au, enemies(?) to lovers, forbidden romance, royalty au)

1-800-got-stress @seokminfilm (non-idol au, college/professor au, slight romance (?), english professor wonwoo x teacher's assistant reader, tiny sprinkles of humor, one-sided crush (?), wonwoo is very dense when it comes to reader's romantic feelings (not really though), reader still loves him anyways, cute ending??)

In Front of Me (1) @wonustars (bestfriends to (?), angst, smut (R: 18+ mdni))

ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴡɪɴᴇᴅ -- ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ (pt 2) @shuastar (ᴀʀᴄʜᴅᴜᴋᴇ!ᴡᴏɴᴡᴏᴏ x ᴀʀᴄʜᴅᴜᴄʜᴇꜱꜱ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) I'm obsessed with this one.

Heart of the Sea @highvern (angst, romance, adventure, pirate!au, royalty!au)

king of my heart @strawberrynamjoon (soulmates au?, non idol au)

Sweetest thing @sailorrhansol (Dad!Wonwoo x Mom!reader For the first Halloween in years, you and Wonwoo are able to enjoy it together without the kids. When you feel a little nervous about your costume, Wonwoo is determined to show you that you’ve always been the sweetest thing. )

after the seminar @smileysuh (sugar daddy Wonwoo, gentleman in the streets/softdom in the sheets, reader doesn't want to make choices, daddy/control kink, fingering, multiple orgasms, oral, blow job, deep throating, dirty talk, praise, masturbation, unprotected sex, holding hands while fucking, implied breeding/fullness kink, etc… I pet names: (hers) honey. (his) daddy.)

Joshua

all the petty scenes & all the pretty things @starlightkyeom ((one-sided) enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers (kinda) | smut & fluff)

Streak @wonwootattoo (it doesn't give a description, but know I loved this one)

not according to plan | hjs @starlightkyeom(fake dating, strangers to friends to ?? | fluff, slight angst, smut)

I (do)n't need you Pt. 1 @thestraybunny (Inspired by 2 minus 1 by Vernon and Joshua.It's been seven months since you and Joshua broke up, and you are still convincing yourselves that you don't need each other.)

royally screwed [m] @husbandhoshi ( between remembering last night’s party and pleasing your unrelenting family, you think being a princess is hard enough. then you’re thrust into an arranged marriage to royal darling joshua hong—straight-laced, infuriatingly obedient, and everything you’re not. pretending to be the perfect couple? impossible.)

love thy neighbor @junkissed (fwb! neighbor!joshua x f reader)

Lies and Butterflies @bluehoodiewoozi (fake dating au; mostly fluff.)

𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 @yerimacoustic (after the princess falls mysteriously ill, joshua, born with powers no one else in the palace knows about, becomes her caretaker.)

in a span of three months @viastro (in which you teach joshua how to live.)

Catalyst @hwanghyunjinenthusiast (A trip to your brother and niece's brings feelings your husband has been shoving down for months to the surface.)

Juno @shuafiles (one of me is cute, but two though? give it to me baby)

Jeonghan

don’t you want me, baby? — yjh @seungkw1 (80s au, romance, humor)

sweet monday afternoons @straylightdream (nonidol, linecook! jeonghan, waitress/baker!reader)

Merger & Acquisition (Of My Heart) @mr-cha-n(Jeonghan thought navigating corporate mergers was hard—turns out, navigating corporate mergers with his ex is harder.)

storm @tonicandjins (fluff, married life)

i'll always say it's you ; yoon jeonghan @junplusone (childhood best friends to ??? to ???, swearing, drinking (+ underage), talk of joshua and cheol's arm muscles, mention of drugs in a joke like once i think, caffeine addiction, peak delusion, jeonghan cheating in games as always, hella yearning)

reverse uno @twogyuu (Fluff, dad!jeonghan, mom!reader, uncle!wonwoo)

the gambit —- y.jh @miniseokminnies 9enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, 1960s au, university au, chess club president!jeonghan, club member!yn)

fated strut- pt. i @beomcoups (greek god!Jeonghan x model!reader)

daylight @kpopflowerfield (jeonghan is moving on from a heartbreak, starting again and making every experience feel new with you.)

Minghao

muddled hearts 🍹 x.mh @haologram (artender!xu minghao x fem!waitress!reader | side pairings: restaurant owners!jeongcheol ; bartender!seungkwan x waiter!hansol ; chef!mingyu x hostess!tzuyu (twice))

the xu minghao dilemma @shuaflix(fluff, humor, suggestive, coffee shop au, college au, childhood friends to lovers au)

\caught in bloom, caught on you @wheeboo (in which you find yourself becoming a regular𑁋or perhaps more than that𑁋at minghao's flower shop.)

lost in translation ♾️ @ylangelegy (translator/interpreter!reader, idiots in love, yearning!!!, hurt/comfort, confessions. alcohol consumption, reader gets a [minor] surgery)

Seokmin

Hint. Hint. HINT!!! @nerdycheol (College AU, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Oblivious Crush)

smooth operator @ylangelegy (f1 racer!seokmin x ferrari race engineer!reader)

break your heart right back @kyeomszone (lovers to exes mingyu. rough sex. model! mingyu. cheating. baseball player! dokyeom. penetrative sex. gentle sex. body worship. oral sex (fem receiving). overstimulation. fem reader.)

Totally Scrooged @highvern (neighbor!au, idiots to lovers, fluff/angst/smut)

triple-dog dare @eoieopda (childhood best friends to lovers)

because even then, i knew @catboyieejeno (non idol! seokmin x reader, stanger to lovers / kdrama au)

The Somerset Affair | Chapter 2: When the Music Stops @diamonddaze01 (Bridgerton AU, friends to (?????) to eventual lovers, brother’s best friend, SLOWWWW BURNNN)

assumptions @seokminfilm (major league baseball player!seokmin, popular x nobody,)

Chan

between you and me @haologram (holiday au. bffs to exes to lovers (what a doozy); angst, fluff, smut.)

Chapter One: How to Not Get Stabbed @mr-cha-n (action, smut, angst, fluff, superhero AU)

Kwon Soonyoung

Beggin' On My Knees @highvern (After another run in with the law, you come to terms with the fact your friends might be right about your fiancé.)

Espresso @highvern (dom/sub dynamics (switches back and forth), public fondling/exhibitionism, dry humping, fingering, breath play, oral sex (all the kinds), swallowing, spitting, degradation (reader calls herself a slut, hoshi has a moral dilemma about it), spanking, vaginal sex, anal sex, unprotected sex, double penetration, sex toys (butt plug, dildo))

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ABHORRENCE // r. black

RATING: R / 4.4K WORDS

Regulus Black x Fem Reader Insert

+ SUMMARY - *Requested, based on this* You and Regulus Black have a longstanding academic rivalry, until a chance meeting in the library alters that relationship.

+ WARNINGS - SMUT! PIV (no protection), oral (f!receiving), quickie, public sex, hairpulling, coming inside, degradation, (brief) face slapping, spanking, sort of mean!dom!regulus, sub!reader, (m! + f!receiving) name-calling, fem reader, (brief) mention of blood, language, not fully proofread (lmk if I missed any!)

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

Glory Box - Portishead

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“Now, can anyone tell me…,” Professor Flitwick started slowly, building suspense for the final question of his extra credit pop quiz. “What, if any, are the limitations to…the Summoning Charm?”

Your hand shot up at the speed of light. The draped robe sleeve around your arm slid down the length of your bicep so quickly that it completely exposed your skin. Cold air brushed against your flesh, sending a chill down your spine.

Professor Flitwick’s eyes caught yours at the sudden motion of your body. However, his eyes had also flicked over to another boy—a Gryffindor, and…him. As your attention was pulled to the boy sitting at the opposite end of the classroom, you refrained poorly from rolling your eyes at his equal eagerness to answer this question.

The entire school year had been a back-and-forth between you two: you and Regulus Black. Merlin, even his name irritated you. It made your head fuzzy and left an awful taste in your mouth. Your lips smacked unappetizingly, attempting to force the flavor out.

And this last pop quiz before the final exams were revved up full force was the last bit of extra points you would be able to pile atop your already flawless grade. No one else in the classroom seemed to particularly care, except for a handful of struggling students and you and Regulus.

This was how it had always been, though. Regulus and you. Back and forth. Fiery competition blazing between the two of your bodies, never ceasing, unable to be extinguished. Every time his hand rose a fraction of a second before yours, or received more verbal praise from your professors, or scored a single point higher on a test, you swore you could feel your chest concaving in and rotting. It was the worst thing you’d ever felt, falling short of him.

And, still, nothing quite compared to the rush you felt when you were in competition with him. There had been a few times when you hadn’t been able to resist smiling at him. Was it more of a nasty, prideful smirk? Perhaps. But his returning expression had always made it worth it. Especially when you beat him. Fuck, it felt good.

“I do feel like we’ve had enough answers from the two of you!” Professor Flitwick chuckled heartily. “How’s about we hear from someone else?”

He put a pointed finger to his fluffy mustache as he debated who to pick, completely skipping over you and Regulus. Your heart sank in disappointment. How stupid. Why were you getting punished for being one of the smartest in class?

You glanced over at Reg. He was just as annoyed. He caught your eye and forced a nasty expression onto his face. He held a fist to the side of his throat and let his head fall over to the side, eyes rolling back and tongue sticking out. You held a giggle back and turned back to the front of the class so as not to let him distract you anymore.

“Er, well,” the student a few rows in front of you began. “The Summoning Charm can….only be used on items that belong to the caster—”

“Oh! I’ll have to cut you off there,” Flitwick interrupted. “So close! Better study up before your exams. Anyone else?”

Again, like clockwork, both of your hands shot to the sky. Flitwick seemed to deflate at the sight, only wanting the rest of his class to be as invested as the two of you were.

“Very well,” he sighed, rubbing a hand against his sore forehead. “Let’s hear from…Regulus!”

Your hand clenched midair before dropping back down to your lap. You concealed your anger deep in your jaw, letting it clench every so often as the rest of it boiled in your stomach. Regulus shot you a mocking look before turning back to the professor.

“Typically, the most well-known restriction of the Summoning Charm, Accio, is that it only works on inanimate objects. You cannot summon a human or animal. Though you could summon something on or around a living being, which could lead to it being forced along with the item.”

“Beautifully done, Black! Ten points to Slytherin!” Flitwick announced, clapping his small hands together rapidly. Regulus glanced over to you with a devilish smirk before settling back comfortably in his seat.

“I do believe that’s all we have time for today, folk! But, remember: study well, do well! Cram, cram, cram, young Wizards and Witches. You will pass these exams!”

You smiled weakly at his attempt at a pep talk, knowing that you deserved those ten points. Your answer would have been better by leaps and bounds. It would have been worded better or…something. You just knew it would have been better than his. Jerk.

As everyone else rose to their feet and lazily trudged out the door, it seemed that one person made the decision to linger behind, much to your dismay.

You sighed aloud as you stopped before the tall boy blocking your exit. His familiar waves of blackened hair curtained his face in such a way that cast a bit of a shadow across his smug face. The darkness somehow illuminated the curvatures in his face. Things that hadn’t stood out before were doing so. Your eyes flickered over his eyes, his nose, his lips, and his throat. Then, back up. He watched.

“Can I help you, Black?” you asked, your voice bored, unconcerned. He scoffed, eyes trailing over the classroom stupidly before falling back on you.

“Just wanted to see what your plans were for the final exam,” he said. “Got a study group? If not, we could—”

“Let me stop you there,” you interrupted, chuckling meanly. “Just because this is the end of the school year does not mean we need to team up. What we have is a good thing. I hate you; you hate me. We hate each other, and it works nicely. Just let it be where it is.”

“I…yeah, alright,” he said, shrugging as if he were disappointed in your response. You hadn’t the slightest idea why he’d possibly be anything but pleased with your answer. There was no way he was actually asking to work together. He was just trying to get under your skin, as if you needed to work with him to get by. Well, you weren’t falling for it. If he wanted to work with someone, you were sure he could find some ditzy Slytherin girl to follow his every word with his annoyingly handsome face.

“Okay? Can I get through, please?” you asked.

“By all means,” he scoffed again, moving himself out of the way just enough for you to slide past him and through the classroom door as if he meant less to you than anyone else in the classroom. And why wouldn’t he? The only special thing between you two was the animosity that floated there. He knew that, of course.

x x x

As the evening began to set in and spread its inky shadows over the castle slowly, you settled in with the plan you’d forged for yourself. For you to study properly, you knew that being alone was the best way for you to do it. That’s how you’d always been. So, besides the obvious, that was another reason Regulus’ proposition earlier was completely out of the question.

You gathered the materials you’d set out in the last hour, planning your studying schedule to the very tee, ensuring that no detail could have been missed. There was little more important to you than these exams at the moment. The only thing that mattered right now was getting through this school year with damn good grades and a damn good final exam.

All of your things—quills, extra ink, scrolls of parchment, study guides, textbooks, caffeine tinctures—were shoved hurriedly but neatly into your leather bag. You tossed it over your shoulder and headed out of your dormitory, careful not to bother the other strictly focused and procrastinating, snoozing students.

With a deep breath, you clenched your jaw and Disapparated, destination pinned to the vast Hogwarts library. With your special permission from Professor McGonagall to be there after hours, you were sure not to be forced out by anyone and sure to be alone. It was the perfect opportunity and scenario for your studying needs. It was almost too good to be true.

You landed before one of the library doors with a dizzying stamp. Your heels scuffed on the floor as you regained your sense of balance, fingers struggling to hold your bag from spilling its contents onto the floor. “Fuck,” you whispered. You’d never get used to that sensation.

When you gathered your bearings, you pulled the library door open, letting it groan lowly on its old hinges.

The library always had a specific smell. It was a soft one that floated easily in the air, filling your nose with gentle memories of growing up within the confines of the castle. The climbing stone walls weren’t an unwelcome confinement, though; they’d always been more like a hug from a comforting relative. You sighed contentedly as you made your way to the back of the enormous room.

There was a specific corner you always liked to disappear into when coming here. It was closed off from the rest of the library, its isolation enforced by the Restricted section that loomed on its edge.

In here, it seemed the calming scent was stronger, the fire was warmer, and living was easier. No matter your needs at the moment, you’d found that coming here made it all just a bit softer around the edges.

So, when you set all your things out in that perfect, organized way you loved and clung to, you weren’t expecting your perfect oasis to be intruded upon.

His footsteps were barely loud enough to cause an echo, but they still drew a startled jolt out of you as he stepped out of the shadows. That dark hair scattered just as it always did, and the contrasts of his face remained the same. When the fright dissipated, pure rage replaced it.

“No. No, Black, this is my place! You’re not allowed to study here—go somewhere else!” you demanded, all but stomping your foot and waving your finger. “What are you even doing in here? The library is closed!”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he murmured, shrugging his shoulders as if he weren’t impeding on your immaculately planned evening.

“You–I…,” you stammered frustratedly, “I have special permission from Professor McGonagall to be here.”

“Oh, good,” he said, sliding his newsbag off his shoulder. “I’ve got permission from Professor Slughorn.” He began to set his things on your table, already sliding some of your carefully organized things around. Your eyes fluttered in fury. It was taking everything in you not to tackle him to the ground and take out months’ worth of anger on his stupid, perfect face.

“Black, please, please, please leave. I will do anything you want. Just, for once in your life, stay out of my way and leave me alone. I have to study alone, or I won’t do well on this exam. I am begging you.”

“Well, what if I can’t study without someone?” he asked. He was being intentionally dense. You just knew it.

“That is not my problem,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Besides, I was here first. This library is enormous. Please go pick somewhere else.”

“No.”

You blinked in surprise. He stared back as if he hadn’t just completely denied your perfectly reasonable request. It took your brain a few moments to compute enough to put a response together.

“What?”

“I said, ‘No.’ I don’t want to go. I want to stay here and study with you.”

You couldn’t believe him. Merlin, what had you done to deserve this? Had you stepped on some kind of endangered mushroom species? Had you forgotten to hold the door for an elderly Wizard? You didn’t know, but it was starting to feel like the universe was playing a practical joke on you. It felt entirely unfair.

“Okay, maybe you didn’t hear me,” you said. “I do not want you to study with me. Please leave.” You spoke purposefully slow, laying it all out with your hands, to make sure he got it through his thick skull. You weren’t sure what about that was hard for him to grasp, but he was obviously having an issue with it, because he was sliding the chair across from you out from under the table and preparing to take a seat.

“What the fuck?” you sighed, slamming your hands against your face.

“If you think about it, we could be an educational force—”

“Reg, please, this isn’t the time for jokes—”

“No!” he interrupted you abruptly. Your hands fell away from your face, shocked he’d raised his voice at you. You’d never heard him speak even slightly louder than his typical mocking purr. “Listen to me for once. Don’t speak, just listen.”

And for once, you did. Your mouth snapped shut as you waited for him to continue. Regulus had never spoken to you like that, and, for some reason, the seriousness under his tone made you want to hear what he had to say.

“I can’t believe how stupid you are,” he scoffed.

“What?” you demanded, coughing out a laugh in disbelief. Your eyes bulged as he stared back at you.

“Did I say it was your turn?” he asked. Your mouth shut once again, cheeks filling with a flush usually reserved only for the embarrassment you felt when called down by a teacher.

“I thought you were smart,” he laughed. “I thought you were my academic rival—my equal, even, but you’re not half as smart as you look if you really don’t see what’s right in front of you. It’s been dropped at your feet, and, still, you’re blind.”

All you could do was stare. Regulus admitting aloud that he considered you his academic equal was already a showstopper. The boy you knew wouldn’t be caught dead with those words in his mouth. The constant degradation he laid on you for some unknown reason was something entirely different. For one, you had no idea what the hell he was talking about. For two, you were shocked at how neutral you felt at his insults, like he didn’t mean them in the way you’d initially assumed.

He stood astute, fingers perched on the edge of the table in a commanding way as he grilled you. Those familiar shadows on his face had shifted downward, highlighting the carved peaks of his cheekbones and the arrow of his lips. Subconsciously, you licked your lips at the thought. His eyes followed the hasty movement.

“I don’t do this because I hate you,” he all but whispered. “You think I keep up this rivalry, continue my efforts to be near you, because I hate you? You’re so fucking stupid.”

Your heart pounded as he stepped around the intricately carved table edge and approached you slowly, as if he were a predator stalking its kill. You swallowed thickly at the way he stared you down. The emotions you were feeling were nothing short of new to you. The only explanation even slightly near to the sensation was that of a deer whose neck was exposed to a ravenous wolf. You felt vulnerable.

He stopped inches from you. Your heart was beating so loudly you swore he could hear it in the library’s dead silence. His fingers twitched idly by his side as if he were refraining from reaching out to touch you, but you were unsure why he, of all people, would be itching to make contact with you. You couldn’t be sure why you were desperate for him to just do it already.

“I do all of it just to make sure you see me,” he whispered, his lips parting easily. “Just to make sure you know that no one loves you the way that I do.”

A near-silent gasp broke from your lips before you could stop it. You couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes. Your vision was centered on the way his collarbone sank beneath his T-shirt, doing everything in its power to avoid his lidded gaze.

“I do it to make sure you know that I love you so much I’ll hate you if that’s what you want from me,” he whispered, his voice aching with need. His teeth shone against the light in your peripheral vision as if he were wincing at the thought of not having you. “If that’s what you need from me…hatred, animosity, abhorrence—”

Fuck.

You launched forward with one destination imprinted in your mind as if you were Disapparating. Frantic hands curled possessively into the black strands you’d eyed for so long. His silky hair cascaded over your fingers like water, unyielding to your cutting touch. His lips curved over yours dangerously, sucking and biting and gnashing as if that wolf was finally getting his long-awaited meal.

He split you open with his mouth, claiming you from the inside out. His fingers wrapped the length of your hair around their respective knuckles as if he were luring a ship in by its rope. He clenched his fist tightly, pulling the hair taut by its roots so he could control every ounce of the kiss. An embarrassingly whining moan sank from your lips into his mouth at the sensation of his hand holding your head so steadily.

“Ah, fuck…loathing…,” he whispered before delving back in. “Detestation…contempt…aversion.” Each pause was flooded with a damaging, evil kiss littered with sharp nips of his canines.

“Is that what you want?” he groaned against your lips as your fingers slipped down beneath the two of you and meanly gripped him through his trousers. “Fuck!”

“Yeah, that’s what I want from you,” you whispered breathlessly against his mouth. Your foreheads remained pressed together as the two of you took in the gravity of the situation. You weren’t sure when the dislike between the two of you had transitioned into raw desire, but you were unsure if it would ever go back. You were unsure if it had ever been “dislike” in the first place, rather than just misplaced lust.

“Yeah? That’s what you want?” he breathed.

“Do we know anything else?”

He paused for a moment, feeling out your viewpoint on this scenario. If you could force yourself to look directly into his eyes, you’d likely see questioning glances, begging for your consent but swearing not to push farther than you want. But you couldn’t look. Instead, you watched his lips. The way they started to form around words, then stop, and pant, as if this was the hardest thing he’d ever done.

Finally, instead of trying to find the words to ask you, he simply placed his hand against your hip, and you raised your chin once. Anything he wanted, you’d give it to him. You’d just never say it out loud.

He placed one hand across your throat, squeezing ever so gently so as to keep you right where he wanted you, while the other lifted your thighs onto your favorite table. Your materials had been long forgotten, scattered across the floor by his sweeping arm.

“Asshole,” you bit out, slicing your top teeth along his bottom lip. He groaned at the sensation, ripping his mouth away from yours. You watched as his tongue darted out over the curve of his swollen mouth and pulled away, dripping in scarlet.

“Bitch!” he cried, pressing a finger to his wound. You smirked roughly, rolling your eyes at his patheticism. In spotting your attitude, and in return for the bite, he gripped your hips roughly and spun you over onto your stomach. The wooden table punched roughly into your gut. He slid a swift hand across the curve of your ass, pain like a razor blade following with it.

You cried out at the sensation, gripping against nothing on the smooth, finished table.

His hands gripped roughly in your hair again, yanking your head back to meet with his shoulder. His face appeared beside you, light stubble scraping along your jawline.

“Keep your fucking voice down if you want something,” he whispered. “The librarian still patrols even after hours.”

“Fuck you, don’t hit me then!” you argued, wriggling beneath his heavy weight against your back. Your fists clenched uncomfortably between your smushed chest and the table.

He leaned back and swiped another rough slap across your ass. Though this time, before you could fully let out the responsive cry, two fingers shoved between your lips, muting the sound that leaked out.

“Don’t fucking test me, baby,” he growled in your ear, his voice rumbling in his chest against your back.

His free hand slid down the length of your body, searching blindly for the seam of your uniform skirt. When he found it, he began to clumsily attempt to work your hosiery down. However, the angle the two of you were forced in didn’t seem to do it for either one of you, because he growled in frustration and removed his fingers from your mouth.

His hands gripped your waist once again and flipped you back over so your shoulder blades were pressed into the table this time around. You gasped at the way he handled your weight so simply, as if he were just flipping a test over in class, sending you cruel smirks as he bragged that he was finishing the assignment quicker than you.

“Gotta be quick, baby,” he whispered breathlessly, as he flipped your skirt upwards and worked your stockings and bottoms down your thighs. You whined aloud at the sudden exposure of your most sensitive area to the cool, library air. He shushed you demeaningly, tapping your thigh in a tutting motion.

Once you were completely bare to him from the waist down, he wasted no time getting to his knees. He flipped your legs over his shoulders and immediately buried his nose deep within your cunt.

You screamed aloud at the feeling, fingers curling tightly in his hair, begging to find some kind of purchase. His tongue circled you rapidly, sloppy and needy, as if he were sating an obsessive addiction.

But, as soon as he was between your thighs, he was gone. A broken whine left you as you mourned the loss of his warm mouth. “Fuck, why?”

“I’ll take my time next time, darling,” he whispered, quickly working his trousers open. “This time, you’ll just have to take what I give you. You’ll take my cock, won’t you?”

A flush ripened on your cheeks as a familiar taste of frustration rose up your tongue concerning the boy. Somehow, even now, he had managed to deny you what you most desired. Only, this time it wasn’t a turn in class or the best grade. So, as childish as it was, you pouted at the loss of his tongue.

Until his hand smacked lightly across your cheek, pushing it gently to the left. Before you even had a chance to gasp at his fucking audactity, he smacked it the other way. They weren’t hard hits, just enough to remind you that he was controlling this situation and there was nothing you could do about it. And he wore the same smirk he always did when he was stealing the best assignment from you in class.

“Quit being a fucking brat,” he warned. “You’ll take what I fucking give you. I was just asking because I’m nice. I’m nice, aren’t I?”

You scoffed. He smacked you again. You gasped, laughing in disbelief at the way he was treating you, at the way you were allowing him to treat you. You were never going to live this down.

Once his trousers were unbuckled and split down the middle, he wasted no time wrapping your thighs around his waist and teasing himself along the length of your core. At the sensation of his warmth where you most needed him, you couldn’t help but roll your head against the table, gasping at the feeling. You wanted to tell him to stop teasing, to get on with it if you were supposed to be quick, but something about the way he controlled your body gave you pause, kept you quiet. You couldn’t question him. For once in your life, you had no words for Regulus Black, only aching moans that rolled off your tongue as he thrusted himself into you.

And as soon as you got too loud again, he shoved those two fingers back between your teeth, daring you to bite down on them. But you weren’t concerned with that. You didn’t want to push back anymore. The way he felt within you was more than you’d ever been able to give yourself or receive from anyone else, and you were at a loss. Every drag of his length out of you, every curl of his fingers against your tongue, every admission of dismal hatred he felt toward you, it all forced you quieter.

No matter how hard you racked your academic brain, you could not manage to form any simple sentence. You could only claw out for him and beg for more in the form of gagged whines and muffled attempts of his name.

And Regulus didn’t care. It was exactly what he wanted and more. The smell of your sweat, the cadence of your cries, the scratch of your nails down his chest, the way you tightened around him, the closer he pushed you toward the edge.

And when you finally came around him, gushing over his length and soaking both of your papers, it served as a reminder of how this all started. How he’d managed to wiggle his way into your brain, even in pretending to despise you. And, after all of this was over, you could actually hate him if you wanted to. He deserved it for not telling you how he felt. He wouldn’t mind if you did. He’d love you in any way you allowed him to, as long as it meant you’d let him love you.

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feluka · 6 months ago

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It's always important to pay attention to the Palestinian Christian community and now more than ever. I want to highlight Rev. Munther Isaac's sermon, God Is Under the Rubble In Gaza, that never left me since the day I read it. Rev. Munther is a brilliant voice for his community and never fails to call out Western Christians, especially Christian Zionists, for their blatant hypocrisy.

Bethlehem, and Palestine as a whole, is not a mythical fairytale land to attach your biblical fantasies to. It should not suffer under the weight of your biblical orientalism and your evangelist conspiracy theories. It is a real place with a struggling people who practice multiple faiths in a way that does not have to appeal to you. Its people take precedence over your imagination and your propaganda.

God is under the rubble in Gaza. He is with the frightened and the refugees. He is in the operating room. This is our consolation. He walks with us through the valley of the shadow of death. If we want to pray, my prayer is that those who are suffering will feel this healing and comforting presence.

We are broken. The people of Gaza are suffering. They have lost everything except their dignity. Many attained glory — they attained martyrdom — even if they did not ask for it. Now, again in our history, they find themselves facing the same choice: death or displacement. Our Nakba continues!

#free palestine #munther isaac

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en-lov3r · 3 months ago

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𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚍 | 𝙻. 𝙷𝚂

Pairing: Stepdad! Heeseung x stepdaughter! reader Genre: Smut, stepcest, taboo relationship Warnings: Masturbation, sex toys, unprotected sex, oral, male and female receiving, squirting, stepdad step daughter relationship, daddy kink, cheating, home wrecking, infidelity, pussy eating, cursing, stepfather x stepdaughter, etc. Synopsis: Your mom recently married to a nurse she's known for quite a while at her workplace. As soon as she brang him into the house, you took an interest in him. You never really get to see him as much only until he moved in. She and your stepdad work in different times for shifts, often him or her coming home early or late. One day, you took an opportunity to see him in your parent's bedroom and while he's tired asleep in his scrubs from work, you went and rubbed yourself on him, as he woke up, things took a turn... for the better. Word Count: 2, 705 words

You knew today was the day you wanted to fuck your tall hot stepdad, Heeseung. Your mom and him barely had time for each other, you knew that ever since they got married, all they've been worrying about is working shifts day and night, working like dogs, especially your mom. This night, you heard your mom rev the car engine, you knew it would be her shift. As soon as you heard the car sounds leave until they vanished off into the roads, you instantly prepared yourself to fuck your stepdad. He would be coming home soon anyway, so you took the chance to prepare yourself by masturbating. You took your dildo below your bed, in a box full of sex toys, you went and took the biggest one yet and imagined it was your stepdad's cock. You instantly shoved it inside you. "Mmph!" Little moans coming out into a whisper as you slid it in and out, imagining he was ramming your cock inside you. You took out the lube and squirted a ton into that dildo, just enough lubrication to make it go inside easier. You couldn't handle yourself as you put it in again, this time, it went so smooth that you began to roll your eyes to the back of your head, riding it up and down, stimulating this dildo as if it's your stepdad's cock. It was so good to to the point you began to squirt everywhere "Fuck!" fluids began leaking out but then all of a sudden, you instantly heard a car come in your driveway.

You noticed and heard it was your stepdad. You quickly took the dildo and lube and put it in the box and set it aside. You quietly creeped to your room door and put your ear on it just to listen to him.

Thud, thud, lock opens, opens door, footsteps coming closer, fades away, shuts door

It was dark by the time he returned home. Now, the only sounds that you heard were sounds that could push streams of heat that pushes through your body, down to your core. He would make you feel things described as sinful, blemishing your soul with his manly aura. You couldn't take it anymore, you then heard if he plopped himself on the bed, he soon did. Opening the door, you approached slowly and cautiously to the end of the hallway. You were able to seize the opportunity to open the door to your parent's room, you did. Your lust after him is immense, you couldn't stop thinking about this scenario as you saw him,, all in his white scrubs. Just the thought of him laying out like that, made you so horny. You knew you wanted to fuck him hard, he was just laying across from you, but on the floor. He was probably too lazy to even make it to the bed. The way your stepdad was laying was so fucking hot. He was already giving himself away like that, all tempting, he was manspreading on the floor, your pussy was alrady drenched, you had him in all his your glory.

"hm" Heeseung bobbed his head to the other side, still sleeping.

You then proceeded to take off your clothes, your bare feet now on the carpet as you revealed a provocative sight of yourself, that only your stepdad will see, you were feeling confident. Him being home felt like a sex dream. He already got you aroused just by the sight of him. Your tits started flailing around as you slowly got closer to him. You peaked your head around the door and turned back at him slowly, you then took the chance. You got on top of him, you spreaded your legs, teasing your pussy around the air as if he's going to open his eyes, and slowly proceeding to get on top of his lap, sitting on it, your hands faintly touching his lap as you bent your knees in a 45 degree angle, and started rubbing yourself all over him. His bulge was already big to begin with. You couldn't believe it, it was so fucking good, the last time you heard him was fucking your mother, her moans was just enough to make you feel envy of her, you wanted to taste and see his cock himself, and now with her gone, you finally have your stepdad all for yourself. You began to rub and rub, your clit drenched from the previous masturbation you had, but still making you feel so horny. It was too much to handle. It felt so stimulating, so sensual the way his bulge is feeling your clit. You tried to control your moans, you started breathing heavily, all until you started to feel his bulge getting bigger.

"Oh fuck!" you loudly whispered

You knew you let your voice out. Because you saw him, open his eyes slowly, becoming so wide, that Heeseung pushed you hard to the floor.

"Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?! Why are you on top of me?"

"Isn't it obvious? I want to fuck you."

"Why? I'm your stepdad."

"So? You barely have time for mom anyway, I know how much you want to get satisfied and laid, so I'm here."

"Besides, it's just only us two."

Your stepdad look bewildered, confused, he doesn't know what to say, he's in a loss of words.

"I- I-"

You saw his bulge, it slowly started getting bigger, it was suffocating in that white pants of his. But he stared at you, all naked. Heeseung seemed like he wanted to look away, but can't, he tried resisting but failed. He was still gazing upon you, not sure whether to continue this taboo romance you started to endow onto him.

"C'mon. It'll be fun." You said so sensually "Besides, your cock says otherwise."

"But, your mom, I-"

"Relax stepdad, I knew how much you were looking at me, tell me, how bad do you want it?"

You instantly took his hand, specifically his index and middle fingers and you jammed it inside, just deep to the point where all he felt was your soft and squishy insides. "Fuck! You see how wet I am?"You exhaled

He stared at you with his deep fawn like eyes, much so it was captivating. His eyes roamed around your figure, sending waves throughout your naked body. His fingers were still like for a hot second, until he started thrusting it even deeper than it ever was before. "Alright, it'll be our little secret, just the two of us, no telling mom, okay?" Heeseung smirked

His okay was just the satisfication that i needed that I smiled back at him and soon afterward kissed him so sloppily my tongue touched his tongue as we began slurping each other up, so much to the point we accumulated enough saliva he began to shove his middle and index fingers to my throat.

"Mhm, is this what you like?" You said all muffled as you licked his fingers, the taste of your bittersweet pussy

"Your making me lose my mind." Heeseung grunted as he took his fingers out, saliva dripping onto his white scrubs, too much to the point it started peeking into it, his nude skin revealing with a dark gray stain around.

"Fuck stepdad!" His fingers kept swirling around my insides you just felt like he was creating a whirlwind, enough to make your head spin around you couldn't control yourself anymore.

Heeseung turned to you as soon as you opened your eyes back, "Look at me."

You turned towards him as your face to face with him now. He slowly took the fingers out of your pussy, so fucking good and he gestured you to get out of his lap, as he plopped himself on top of the bed, his head still facing you.

"I want your cock" You said panting

Heeseung smiled smugly, as he rested his elbows on the pillows, with his big athlethic legs wide open, seeing that crotch of his, as his index finger made a 'come here' motion.

You did as you were told, anticipating as you slowly rose up and climbed onto the bed, almost onto him, with a gleaming look in your eyes.

"Put your head down next besides my crotch." Heeseung demanded

You were so obedient for him, you complied. You did as he said and your hands fell onto his knees, as he still looked at you with a heavily gaze.

"Should I fuck your throat, Y/N?" Heeseung asked

You then nodded, so pleadingly, "Yes, please!"

He then pushed you onto his crotch, he looked at you as if you were some whore that he picked up on the side of the road, but you were more to him, more to him than just a cunt he could fuck, the benefit of marrying your mom. Heeseung leaned over and pushed you more onto him.

"I'm gonna fuck you raw and you're gonna clean me up real nice and good, just before your mom gets back."

You understood, you felt like his slut right now. He owned you. You wanted this, you wanted him. He soon leaned a bit down, taking his white pants off as you just stare at him, like a little dog, waiting to eat the biscuit. The bulge became bigger as the layer of his underwear soon began to unreveal a massive cock, a cock you were waiting to see. You gasped "Oh fuck!" His cock was so big, it can be compared to an elephant, you couldn't believe your mom had all of this for yourself and not for you. This cockly sight made you salivate as he saw and cleaned your lips up.

"I bet you didn't expect your stepdad to be packing, this... huh?"

"I totally did not expect this at all, your fucking cock is so huge!" You gawked as you touched his cock, he soon began to flinch a little. You could tell he was one horny motherfucker. He wanted to fuck you so bad that you can tell in his eyes, and you loved it. You looked at him as you slowly touched his shaft with your tongue, mingling it around as you slathered saliva onto it, he moaned "Oh shit." as he closed his eyes and put his top up, just to reveal his hard pec abs, you thought to yourself "He's so fucking hot." As you started to enclose his cock with your mouth, sucking it up and down. He started breathing really hard as his wide cold hand touched your soft barren face. You like that he touched you, as he started touching his nipples, fully erect, enjoying it to the fullest extent of your pleasure and his. He soon began to pull your hair up into a pony as he held you into a deepthroat. You wanted nothing more than to make him cum as quickly as possible, as saliva began to collect at your lips and dribble down your chin, dropping into his crotch. You held onto his thighs as he began forcefully thursting his huge cock up your mouth,his tip hitting your uvula with how deep you took himas you gagged at the sudden penetration of your throat inside, you began choking, but he still had you on a chokehold, his expression faltering as he began to clench his teeth, his eyes squinting as he let it all out, "Oh! F- fuck, here it comes!" Loads of his semen began shooting inside your throat, as you began swallowing it all like a whore you are, swallowing it as you see him wince inn front of you, brushing his hair with his hand as he began to pant, "Did you swallow it?"

You looked at him as you held your tongue out, showing nothing more than being empty as he smiled, "What a good girl you are~"

Heeseung prompted you as if now it's your turn. You move up the bed as you reached closer to his head. He glanced up at you as you move up against the headboard and position yourself, spreading your legs. His hands went inside of your legs and placed onto your thighs as his fingers started playing with your clit, "You're already so wet Y/N."

You tried controlling yourself. "All this for you daddy." You said so shakingly

Heeseung began to lick your pussy and sucking on your clit, causing you to moan a little louder. That first stroke of his tongue teasing your clit, made you whine from your chest.

"Stepdad, that feels so fucking good." you moan as his tongue began to make random patterns, your hands moving onto his hair, holding onto his strands. The feeling of his warm breath hitting your core with his tongue making you. Repetitively, Heeseung began to do this so much you let out the dirty noise, possibly waking the neighbors up in the middle of the night. "Oh fuck!"

Squirts of fluids began dripping, especially onto your stepdad's face as he began sucking it all, fluids still retaining in his face as you started to breathe intensely, this orgasm you would never forget.

"Such a pretty little brat" He stared at you so amazingly

"A- are you going to fill me up, daddy?" you asked

Heeseung moaned, "I'm going to fill you up sos good,, your mom is going to be ask why your limping around this house all week." He suddenly turned and climbed up your body. Your now facing him up, plus the ceiling. His handsome face looked so hot as he smirked and kissed you once again, The head of his cock pushed into you as he thrusted his hips, making you scream for mercy.

"Oh fuck yeah! You fucking slut, who knew I had such a stepdaughter like you, this is so fucking vulgar to your mom." As he pounded you mercilessly, holding your throat in one hand as he gave you a squeeze "uUGh" you coughed

You can feel him in your stomach, the best feeling in the world ever as your hands rest onto his shoulders as he leaned forward, pulling your legs upward as he began doing an assertive motion, sliding that cock of his down yours so easily. Your pussy began to feel so tight it started clenching on his cock, as he raised his head up in reaction, "Oh fuck your pussy so tight baby." His crotch kept pushing against your ass as you both moan loudly, kissing him once more, this moment incredibly intimate.

"Everytime when I get home from work now, you better serve me when your mom is gone, got that?" he growls as you scream "Yes daddy! Yesss! oH!" Heeseung takes his cock out of your cunt as he watched his hot cum spurt from his cock. He placed it onto your mouth as he watches you lick around the tip, sucking his hot warm salty semen like a slurpy, the aroma of his crotch plus his orgasm got even stronger, as all felt so salty, smelly, so prudent, yet the stench so fucking hot and foul. You knew he needed a shower.

"Come and clean daddy up." Heeseung moaned as he shoved that whole cock of his into your mouth, not missing a single piece of cum.

"That's my gi-" He soon stopped, so as I did when I stopped looking at him and looked in the direction he was looking at, lights began peering into our driveway, which was odd, but that only meant one thing, mom was home.

"You want to do something dirty?" Heeseung grinned

You were all curious, but you nodded, "Like what, daddy?"

"Come and clean my whole body up in the shower, let's be quiet since your mom came home." he whispered so seductively into your ear

Your pussy twitched once more. His cock noticingly became rock hard once again.

He bitted his lips, looking at you as you impulsively kissed him once more, so inattentive and loose fitting, You slowly pulled away from his lips as you touched his lips with your index finger.

"Our dirty little secret from mom~" you giggled quietly

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take-it-on-the-run · 8 months ago

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Imagine: Wearing Baggy Clothes with Dean

Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 900

@ghostlyaccurate requested: Hii! Can i please request an established relationship Dean Winchester x fem! Or gn! Reader who always wear insanely baggy jeans and just some friendly banter like: Reader: *gets in the passenger seat of baby, holding the jeans up a bit like a dress* Dean: Reader: *looks confused at Dean* Dean: you gonna leave some jeans for the clowns in the circus? Reader: oh fuck off Winchester Dean: I'm just saying, you hold them like a princess dress Reader: how the fuck did you get me to fall for you? (Bonus: his reaction when he sees reader in a tight fitting dress/ silk, short ish nightgown, for the first time and he's just like :0)

A/N: Good God why didn't I write this sooner?? I'm a baggy pants girly myself and I was able to write this so easily. Gonna apologize to @ghostlyaccurate because I have been swamped in school work and just remembered my inbox was a thing. Thank you for requesting and giving me inspiration to write! I hope ya'll enjoy my first imagine!!

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You’d always stuck to baggier styles

It started with comfort, and then you realized that bigger pants lead to bigger pockets

Bigger pockets meant not having to run back to your car to get gear you couldn’t carry

You met Dean while Sam was at Stanford, and before him, you never thought much of your preference

Then, a few months on your ride across the nation to find John, you caught Dean looking at you with creased eyebrows and chuckling

“What?”

Your hands were balled up against your sides, raising the legs of your pants to let you step in the car without tripping

It came out harsher than you intended, but Dean didn’t mention it if he noticed

“You always ball up your jeans like some kinda princess whenever you get in the car. Might have to start callin’ you ‘princess’.”

You shot him a glare that you now know rivals one of his brother’s

Without you rebutting him, he poked at you again

“Gonna leave some jean for the rest of us? Might have to call Canada to warn them.”

You smacked him playfully, lips breaking into a smile

“Fuck off, man, do you know how much it sucks when you don’t have pockets for anything?”

Dean poorly blocked your hand, looking over at you silently as he revved the car

You relaxed into your seat at his silence

“Exactly.”

Looking back, you had no idea how you managed to fall for him

Then again, you felt similarly to his feelings for you

After the two of you found Sam, and then shortly after found, and lost, John, it was a quick spiral into solving whatever case the three of you could get your hands on

One of which included finding and destroying a hand of glory alongside your friend-not-quite-friend Bela Talbot

When Dean told you about the plan the first time, you weren’t thrilled that he said he needed you to work all together

You were even less thrilled when he unveiled that the hand was kept by some rich guy

Who was hosting a fancy ball

And that you still needed to come in

You didn’t mind formal events, occasionally enjoying getting dressed up made you feel good

But with Ms. Big Ben on your team ushering you to a room to get ready, you remembered the last time you were done up like this was at your senior prom

Where, if Carrie wasn’t already the prom scream queen, you’d have taken the crown

You went with some friends, but your parents only let you go if you brought some protection with you, and not the rubber kind

Growing up a hunter was tough enough for you, and you wanted to feel normal for just one night

So you left your gear in a bush outside the venue

Dumb idea

That night ended in a vampire’s head soaking you in blood, your poor date knocked to the ground, looking at you with horror

He skipped on the details but shared the part where you were covered in blood

You left school before the year ended and were able to get your diploma from home

Now, looking at yourself covered in more makeup than you normally wear and fabric clinging to parts of your body you were sure people forgot existed, you prayed the night didn’t repeat itself

At least this time your date would be impressed if you decapitated a monster

You willed yourself out of the room, following Bela down the stairs where Sam and Dean stood waiting in tuxes

Dean’s eyes scanned every dip and curve of your body, and you wanted to stick your finger in an electrical socket

Bela left for the car, Sam close behind, leaving Dean to stare at you alone

You waited for him to say something, a remark about looking done up for once, but he didn’t

Instead, his tongue darted onto his lips, leaving them parted as you stood still

Was he… gawking?

He’d told you that you were pretty countless of times, but this moment felt like something completely different

“You look… amazing.”

Before you could fathom to accept his complement, you let a wise crack out

“You’re saying I don’t normally?”

He laughed, shaking his head

“Never said that, sweetheart.”

Smart man

It was a small pause in your daily hunts, where you felt normal for a moment

When you were eventually covered in blood, dirt, and grime by the end of the job, Dean stood beside you in a similar state

He looked at you, eyes still holding the mystified look he gave when you first came down the stairs

No horror or disgust

And, the next day when you returned to your regular clothes, you noticed the way he looked at you held an awe-struck sense

Then again, you thought back to all the time you’d known him. Back in the car, when he was giving you shit, he looked at you with awe

If only you’d been able to see it earlier

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