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maxtermind · 1 month ago

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something based on ‘casual’ by chapell roan or ‘sharpest tool’ by sabrina carpenter with f1 drivers 🥹🥹🥹🥹

is it casual now?

★ : summary :: when you mistake your fuckbuddy for a lover ★ : feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris ★ : genre :: ANGST; no hea; kinda smutty ★ : word count:: 6.1k+ ★ : a/n:: im afraid there will be no part 2s to this.. the premise of the song is a vicious cycle so NO happy endings!! hope y/n was smart enough to get him tested and use protection yikes.

MAX VERSTAPPEN

“then, baby, get me off again.”

You watched with hazy eyes as Max moved above you, his body pressing into yours with a rhythm that left you gasping, begging for breath. The pulse under your wrist raced in time with his movements, heart pounding so hard it felt like it might break through your ribs. His hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your skin with a desperation that had your mind spinning.

Every time he thrust back into you, it sent a shockwave of pleasure rippling through your body, making your back arch a bit more. You could feel it building, the tension between you teetering on the edge of something explosive.

“Fuck, b-baby,” Max growled, voice thick and raw, the sound of it sending shivers up your spine, making your blood hum. His breath was ragged, his eyes locked onto yours, dark with need as if he was barely holding himself together.

Your heart raced even faster, chest tightening, and you bit your lip, smirking as you shifted slightly running your finger across your lip, driving his attention back to the deep red lipstick you knew was driving him wild. His gaze flicked down, his pupils dilating as he caught sight of it, and you saw the way his breath hitched, his body faltering for just a moment as he fought to keep control.

��That fucking lipstick…” he groaned, the words half-muttered, half-moan, and you could feel his grip tighten on you, his fingers pressing harder into your skin.

Your head was spinning, legs shaky beneath his weight, every nerve in your body alive with sensation as you dragged your nails down his back. “Ins-inside me, Max,” you whispered, your voice a breathless challenge.

The words seemed to push him over the edge, his finger on your clit flattered, his pace becoming erratic as he thrust into you one last time, his entire body tensing as he came undone. The sensation of him finally letting go pulled you under, your own release hitting you in waves so intense it left you trembling beneath him, vision hazy.

For a moment, everything was quiet, the room filled only with the sound of your labored breathing. Your body was heavy, every limb buzzing as you lay there in the afterglow, Max collapsing beside you, his arm still draped over your waist. You turned your head to look at him, the lazy, satisfied smile on your lips reflecting the warmth spreading through your chest.

“That was…” you started, voice soft and shaky, your heart still racing. You couldn’t find the words to finish, but the look in your eyes said enough. It was perfect. It was everything.

Max chuckled, low and rough, turning his head to meet your gaze. “Yeah, baby, it was,” his thumb brushing lightly across your hip, grounding you in the moment. For a second, it felt like nothing could shatter this— like you were exactly where you were meant to be.

Then his phone buzzed.

The sharp sound sliced through the room, breaking the intimacy in an instant. You watched as Max reached for it without hesitation, his movements almost casual, but there was something about the way his body shifted- just a little too quickly- that sent a shiver down your spine. Your stomach clenched, heart dropping as you felt that familiar knot of uncertainty begin to form.

You didn’t say anything at first, trying to ignore the tension building in your chest, but when you saw the way his eyes refused to meet yours, how he turned the screen away from you slightly as he checked the message, you couldn’t stay quiet any longer.

“Who’s that?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, but he could hear the edge of insecurity in your tone. Your heart hammered in your chest, blood rushing to your ears as you waited for his response, hoping it wouldn’t be what you feared.

Max glanced at you, too casually, placing the phone down without really answering. “It’s nothing,” he said, his voice light, but it felt forced, like he wasn’t taking this seriously. He tried to brush it off, turning back to you with a small smile. “Just a friend.”

Your stomach dropped. The words hit you like a punch to the gut, and suddenly, your whole body felt cold, legs unsteady as you sat up in bed. Your mind raced, the warmth from moments ago replaced by a growing sense of dread. You knew this feeling all too well, the doubt creeping in and wrapping around your heart like a vice.

“A friend?” you echoed, barely able to keep your voice steady as the room spun slightly. Your fingers gripped the sheets tightly, trying to anchor yourself. “What’s just a friend, huh?”

Max sighed, clearly not wanting to have this conversation. “Come on, Y/N, it’s not a big deal,” he said, his tone frustratingly calm. “You know how it is.”

But you didn’t know how it was. Not really. Each beat of your heart sent waves of anger and hurt crashing through you, blood rushing so loud in your ears you could barely hear him. “What do you mean, ‘not a big deal?’” you asked, your voice shaking as your breath quickened.

You could feel your throat tighten, the sting of tears threatening to form behind your eyes, but you fought them back. You needed answers. This game of guessing and hoping was getting old now.

Max rubbed the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable now, as if he wanted to be anywhere else but here, dealing with this, dealing with you. “Y/N, we’re not together,” he said, finally, his words blunt, like a slap across the face.

Your world tilted. You froze, unable to process his words for a moment, your chest tightening so painfully it felt like you might not be able to breathe. We’re not together. We’re not together. We’re not together. We’re n- The sentence echoed in your mind again and again, each word hitting harder than the last.

Your vision blurred as you pushed the sheets off your legs and swung them over the edge of the bed, standing on shaky legs that barely supported you. The room felt like it was spinning, and you had to steady yourself against the wall as you tried to hold it together.

“We’re not together?” you repeated, voice barely audible. You felt your heart break in real time, the cracks forming so fast it left you breathless. It was useless, this was all useless but our mouth wouldn’t shut up. “So what the hell have we been doing, Max? What am I to you?”

He looked at you, his expression unreadable. For a moment, just a fleeting second, you thought you saw a flicker of guilt cross his face, but then it was gone, replaced by indifference. “It’s just laid back between us,” he said, his voice still maddeningly calm. “Don’t make it more than that.”

Your blood turned to ice, legs almost giving out beneath you. That’s all it was to him. Just fun. You felt sick, a cold wave of nausea rolling over you as your chest tightened, the weight of it making it hard to breathe. You had let yourself believe you meant something more to him, that this connection wasn’t ‘laid back.’

You swallowed hard, fighting the tears that were now almost on the verge of falling. “I can’t do this,” you said, voice barely steady, as you started grabbing your clothes from the floor, your fingers trembling. “I’m not just s-some girl.. I’m not a laid back girl.”

Max sighed, standing up and running a hand through his messy hair. “Y/N, come on, don’t do this,” he said, but there was no urgency in his voice. No real concern. Just a tired resignation, like he’d been through this before ample times and for once, you knew that he has.

Screw your heart for hoping for something better though. You slipped on your shoes, moving toward the door with legs that felt like they could give out at any second, nodding your head as you tried to make sense of what exactly was happening.

As your hand reached for the door handle, you heard him say your name. There was a slight panic in his voice now, but it was too late. You couldn’t do this anymore. You couldn’t be the girl who stayed.

Without turning around, you stepped into the hallway, letting the door close behind you. But as soon as the elevator doors shut, trapping you inside, the sobs came. You pressed your back against the cool metal, sliding down to the floor as your legs gave out beneath you, the weight of it all crashing down at once. Your heart was shattered, your mind spinning as you tried to make sense of what had just happened. You had meant nothing to him. Nothing. It was just cruel of him to confirm it instead of comforting you.

Two days later, you stood in front of the mirror in your bathroom, the events of that night replaying in your mind on an endless loop.

Your phone buzzed on the counter. You glanced down, seeing his name flash across the screen. Your heart skipped a beat, fingers trembling as you picked it up, the pain still fresh.

You good?

You worked in a haste after that, applying your makeup robotically, working off of muscle memory. till suddenly your handstopped. The lipstick suspended just above your lips. The question seemed so casual, so empty. After everything that had happened, all he could do was leave a text?

Your chest still ached, your eyes red from crying, but your hands were steady as you applied the deep red lipstick that had always drove him crazy. You stared at your reflection, the bright red color a sharp contrast to your pale, tear-stained skin. You felt hollow inside, but you were determined not to show it.

You took a deep breath, staring at yourself in the mirror, and then put the phone down without responding, finishing your lipstick with a steady hand. You didn’ have to text him back to let him know that you were coming over.

LEWIS HAMILTON

“and i try to be the chill girl, that holds her tongue and gives you space, i try to be the chill girl.”

The bathroom was colder than you expected, the chill from the tiles seeping into your skin as you leaned against the sink, your heart racing with anticipation. You gave your reflection a quick once-over, fixing your hair and adjusting the neckline of your dress.

You felt pretty, wanted, and the night felt like it could be perfect—the first real date with Lewis. It wasn’t some glamorous dinner, but he’d asked you out, and that was enough to send butterflies fluttering through your chest.

With one last deep breath, you stepped out of the bathroom and made your way back toward the bar. But as you approached, the sound of his voice- low, smooth, flirtatious- stopped you in your tracks. Your stomach twisted, the butterflies quickly turning into a knot of dread.

“I can’t believe someone like you is single,” Lewis said, his tone dripping with charm, the kind of charm that had reeled you in not so long ago.

Your steps flattered as your feet stopped moving, your heart pounding so hard it echoed in your ears. You moved closer, just enough to peek around the corner, and there he was. Your Lewis, leaning against the bar, his body angled toward a blonde woman sitting beside him. She was smiling, twirling her hair around her finger, her laughter light and flirtatious. And he wasn’t just letting her do it—he was engaging, smiling that same smile that used to make you feel special.

Your breath caught in your throat as you watched her lean in closer, her fingers brushing against his arm. He didn’t move away. He didn’t stop her. Instead, he laughed, that deep, charming laugh that you had fallen for, and replied to something that woman had said, “Maybe I just haven’t met the right girl yet.”

It made you want to throw up.

It was a punch to the gut. Your legs felt weak, your head pounding so hard you thought it might burst. You swallowed hard, trying to keep the emotions bubbling up inside you under control. Be cool, be chill. You weren’t going to make a scene. Not here, not now. You were supposed to be the girl who didn’t get jealous, who didn’t lose her cool.

But fuck, it was killing you inside. Lewis was killing you.

Taking a deep breath, you walked over, forcing a smile even though your entire body felt like it was on fire with hurt and jealousy. As you approached, Lewis glanced up and spotted you, his expression shifting for just a moment- was that guilt?- before the charm was back. “Hey,” he said, sliding his arm around your waist firmly, like nothing was wrong.

The blonde woman blinked in surprise, glancing between you and Lewis, clearly caught off guard. “Oh… I didn’t realize you were with someone,” she said, her voice uncertain now, her smile faltering.

Lewis smiled, a little too nonchalant for your liking. “This is Y/N,” he said, his hand still resting on your waist, burning into your skin through the clothes. “She’s just a friend.”

Your throat felt tight, the words hitting you like ice water. Just a friend. The knot in your stomach tightened painfully, but you forced a smile, trying to hold it together. You nodded at the woman, just to acknowledge her.

It was not her fault but fuck you hated her and how pretty she was. Of course, Lewis was picking her over you. You could feel your throat tightening, the sting of tears threatening to blur your vision, but you refused to let them fall. Not here. Not in front of him or her.

The bartender, who had been quietly pouring drinks nearby, glanced at you with a look that made you want to disappear. She looked uncomfortable, like she had just witnessed something she wasn’t supposed to. “Can I get you something?” she asked, clearing her throat, her voice a little awkward.

You shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak. You needed to get away, to breathe, but you couldn’t move, your legs rooted to the spot as Lewis gave the blonde one last charming smile before turning back to you.

“You good?” he asked, his tone too casual, as if he hadn’t just flirted with someone else right in front of you. His arm tightened around your waist, and you felt like you were going to explode.

Your pulse quickened, blood rushing in your ears as your mind raced. You wanted to scream, to ask him how he could do this, but instead, you bit your tongue, forcing yourself to stay calm. You were supposed to be the chill girl. The one who didn’t make a scene.

“I’m fine,” you lied, your voice barely above a whisper. The words tasted bitter on your tongue, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything else.

The blonde, sensing the awkward tension, quickly excused herself, slipping away into the crowd. You watched her go, the hurt bubbling up inside you so fast it made you feel dizzy. You turned to face Lewis, your chest tight with the weight of everything you weren’t saying.

“Really?” you asked despite every nerve in your body begging you not to, your voice trembling slightly despite your best efforts to keep it steady. “Just a friend?”

Lewis sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly not wanting to deal with this right now. “Come on, darling, don’t be like this,” he said, his tone light, dismissive, like this wasn’t a big deal. Like you weren’t a big deal.

Your heart twisted painfully, but you forced yourself to keep your voice calm. “You invited me out tonight. We were supposed to spend time together, and I come back and you’re flirting with someone else?”

He shrugged, his expression indifferent. “I was just being friendly. It’s not like we’re together or anything.”

Those words sent a sharp pain shooting through your chest, and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe. You stared at him, your heart sinking, feeling like the floor had just dropped out from under you. Not together. The truth of it hit you like a slap to the face.

You swallowed hard, the sting of tears burning behind your eyes. “Then what are we doing, Lewis?” you asked, your voice small, almost pleading. “Because I’m not just here to be another girl you take out for fun.”

He sighed again, looking away like he was bored with the conversation already. “We’re having fun, Y/N. Why do you have to make it more complicated than that?”

Your heart broke a little more with every word, but you refused to cry. You refused to let him see how much this was hurting you. “I’m not asking for much,” you said, your voice cracking slightly. “I just… I thought maybe this was more than just casual.”

Lewis looked at you then, really looked at you, you expecting something- anything, love, affection, misery— hell just regret would’ve worked too. However, you got nothing but a dismissal. “I do like you, Y/N. But you know that I’m not looking for anything serious.”

The final nail in the coffin. Your breath caught in your throat, and you had to look away, your vision blurring as the tears finally threatened to spill over. You felt like you were crumbling from the inside out, but you couldn’t let him see that. You had to hold it together, at least until you were out of here.

“I see,” you whispered, nodding as you tried to swallow the pain, blinking rapidly.

Lewis reached for your hand, his touch warm but not comforting anymore. “Look, I’ll take you home if you want. Or… we can head back to mine. It’s up to you.”

Your heart stuttered, the decision hanging heavily between you. So that’s what today was about? He was giving you an out, a chance to walk away from this before it hurt even more. But deep down, you knew you weren’t ready to let go. You weren’t ready to walk away from the hope, no matter how small, that maybe, just maybe, things could change.

So you nodded, forcing a smile that didn’t reach your eyes. “Your place sounds nice.”

The words felt like a betrayal to yourself, but you couldn’t take them back now. As Lewis led you toward the exit, you glanced back at the bartender, who watched you with a look that seemed to say I’m sorry. But you weren’t sure if she was sorry for what she’d witnessed, or for the fact that you were still walking out with him.

Either way, it didn’t matter. Because tonight, you had again chosen heartbreak over being alone.

CARLOS SAINZ

“i know what you tell your friends, baby, get me off again.”

As you sat on the edge of Carlos’ childhood bed, strapping on your heels, the warm glow of his family’s home lingered in your mind. The day had been a whirlwind of laughter and warmth, filled with his mother’s delicious cooking and moments that made you feel like you truly belonged. You felt hopeful, almost giddy as you shared dessert with his sisters, swapping stories and jokes.

It was a stretch, you knew but the smile wouldn’t get off of your face, imagining a future where you were part of this family.

But now, as you glanced at yourself in the mirror, the reflection staring back felt fragile. The soft makeup you had carefully applied that morning seemed like a mask, hiding the anxiety brewing inside. Your heart raced as you replayed the events of the evening—how comfortable it had been to be with them, how easy it was to laugh and connect.

Just as you finished adjusting your dress, you heard Carlos’ voice float down the hallway, mingled with his sister’s. You froze, your heart sinking as you listened intently.

“Did you really bring her here thinking it wasn’t serious?” his sister’s voice was sharp, filled with disbelief.

“Can you just drop it?” Carlos replied, his tone a mix of irritation and indifference. “It’s not like that with us.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat, a chill running down your spine. It’s not like that with us. The words echoed in your mind, slicing through the warm memories of the evening, leaving only the cold sting of reality.

“She’s so sweet, Carlos. You’re just going to let her think there’s something more?” his sister pressed, concern etched in her voice. You felt thankful, maybe not every single person in this family was heartless after all.

“Not that it concerns you but it’s casual,” he said dismissively. “We’re not together, so just… let it go.”

Your heart dropped at his words, the sound of laughter from earlier now feeling like a cruel joke. You had let yourself believe that maybe this was something real, that you meant more to him than just a passing fling. But hearing him brush off your feelings so easily made you feel sick.

Fueled by anger and hurt, you stood up, shaking off the numbness that threatened to overtake you. You walked down the hallway, heart pounding in your chest, determined to confront him.

As you stepped into the living room, the cheerful atmosphere felt suffocating, his sister was nowhere to be found, probably leaving after her brother’s disgustig actions.

“Carlos!” you called, cutting through the silence like a knife. He turned, surprised, and you could see the tension in his shoulders as he faced you.

“Hey, ready to go?” he asked, his voice casual, but you could see the flicker of doubt in his eyes. He knew why you were looking at him in disbelief and he did not know why it made his heart hurt.

You took a deep breath, forcing the words out. “Is this really just casual for you?” Your voice wavered but held an edge of steel.

“You were listening to us?” His expression hardened slightly, reason untold but he didn’t lose his cool, shrugging off with indifference. “You know what I mean. We’re not serious, and you can’t expect me to change that.”

“Why not?” you shot back, feeling the heat rise in your chest. “I spent the entire day with your family, Carlos! I laughed, I connected—I felt like I was part of something. And you’e just shrugging it off like it’s nothing?”

He opened his mouth to respond, but you pressed on, needing him to hear you. “You brought me here, made me feel welcomed, and then you act like I’m just some random fling. Do you even realize how that feels?”

Carlos’ eyes softened for a moment, but then he crossed his arms, a defensive gesture. “I didn’t mean for you to get the wrong idea. You know I like having you around.”

“Like?” The word slipped from your lips like a bitter pill, body shuddering. “Is that all it is to you? Just something you ‘like’?”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt,” he replied, his voice steady but distant. This was not the carlos you fell for, this wasn’t your carlos or maybe you were just blind. “I’m not ready for something serious.”

You shook your head, frustration boiling over. “You’re not even trying, Carlos. You keep me at arm’s length and expect me to just accept that? You seriously need to figure out what you want.”

He stared at you, the silence stretching uncomfortably between you two. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the way he wrestled with your words.You knew now that you were wrong to think that he set up this family lunch to introduce you to the family. He was just a clueless asshole in denial of his feelings.

“Maybe I don’t want to figure it out,” he said finally, his voice low. “Maybe I just want to enjoy what we have without any pressure.”

You scoffed, the pain in your chest feeling like it might burst. “Enjoying something doesn’t mean it has to be casual! It feels like I’m just a placeholder for you, and that’s not fair!”

Carlos opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Instead, he looked at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read—was it regret? Or was it the realization that you were right?

You stood there, heart pounding, waiting for him to say something, anything. The seconds stretched painfully, each tick of the clock echoing your unspoken feelings.

Finally, you broke the silence. “You know what? I deserve more than this half-hearted relationship. I’ve been here, waiting for you to reach half way while you hold back.”

His eyes softened further, and he stepped closer, but you held your ground. “Don’t. Just… don’t,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I can’t keep doing this if you can’t even acknowledge what we have.”

With that, you slipped away from his reach, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You didn’t want to give in to the hurt, but it was too late.

As you walked out to the car, you felt the weight of his gaze on your back, and though you wanted to turn around, to see if he would follow you, you held firm. You had to reclaim your own heart, even if it meant letting go of the warmth that had just started to blossom.

Inside the car, you tried to steady your breath, the silence heavy and charged. You were tired of the uncertainty, tired of being treated like an option.

But as Carlos drove you both back to his apartment, you felt a flicker of something deep inside— a stubborn resolve to protect your heart, even if it meant walking away from him but the need to not let whatever you had of him leave.

So you kept your mouth shut, glad that he didn’t drive to your place to drop you off. That he was still taking you back to his. You deserved more, but maybe, just maybe, tomorrow.

CHARLES LECLERC

“knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out. is it casual now?”

The warm glow of the restaurant enveloped you as you sat across from Charles, the flickering candlelight casting playful shadows on his handsome face. You were supposed to be enjoying a nice dinner, but the tension crackling between you two had already shifted the mood.

It started innocently enough—Charles's playful banter and the way his eyes sparkled when he laughed made your heart race. But as the night wore on, it took a sharp turn when the waiter, a tall guy with an easy smile, casually slipped his number on a napkin and handed it to you. You could feel the weight of Charles’s gaze burn into you, his expression a mix of surprise and annoyance.

“Seriously?” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “What’s that about?”

You rolled your eyes, a smirk dancing on your lips. “’s just a number, Charles. Chill out.”

But he wasn’t chilling out, far from it. “Yeah, right. Like you’d really call him,” he muttered, his voice tight. You could see the jealousy simmering beneath his cool exterior, and a part of you enjoyed it—a small thrill surged through you knowing he cared.

“Relax. It’s harmless,” you replied, but he cut you off, leaning in closer as he spoke over your explanation, his tone sharp. “It’s not harmless when he’s acting like you’re available.”

You took a sip of your drink, trying to mask your amusement. His jealousy was almost cute, and you couldn’t help the flutters all over your body, knowing you could get a reaction out of him. But the moment was fleeting, as he suddenly stood up and grabbed your hand, his grip firm but urgent.

“Let’s get out of here,” he declared, pulling you towards the exit before you could protest. The restaurant faded into the background as he led you outside, his body radiating heat and tension.

Once you reached the car, he didn’t waste a moment. He pushed you into the backseat, his lips crashing against yours with a desperate intensity. The world outside disappeared as you got lost in the way he kissed you, each movement igniting the familiar fire between you.

“Ruined my mood, baby,” he murmured against your lips, his breath hot and heavy. You could feel the pulse of adrenaline coursing through your veins, the thrill of being caught up in this reckless moment. “Make it up to me now.”

Your vigorous nods made him smirk. But just as you were losing yourself in the heat of it all, Charles shifted his focus. He slid down, his mouth trailing down your body, kissing a path along your thighs, a gasp leaving your lips.

He made quick work of your clothes before spanking your poor clit, gathering the click. “So wet already, dirty girl.” You moaned softly, arching your back against the seat, your fingers tangling in his hair as he worked his magic.

Yet, amidst the bliss, a flicker of something gnawed at you. He was grumbling under his breath, murmuring words that didn’t quite register at first. “Hope he sees me in between your legs” he muttered, and your heart skipped a beat, a chuckle about to leave your lips.

Suddenly, our foot made contact with Charles- painfully hard- crotch over the clothes and he threw his head back. Nothing could ruin this moment, or so you thought because then you heard it… he name of another girl, whispered low and almost too soft to catch. “Ella…”

Your world shattered in an instant. All the pleasure, all the excitement, evaporated like steam on glass. The warmth that had enveloped you turned cold, leaving you in a frozen moment of realization. Your heart sank as a wave of betrayal washed over you, crashing down with a force that took your breath away.

The name echoed in your mind, each syllable twisting like a knife. All those moments spent in his arms, all the laughter and shared secrets, felt meaningless in the wake of those four letters. The joy you had felt moments ago was replaced with a deep, gnawing pain.

But instead of pushing him away, you took a deep breath, fighting against the urge to crumble. Don’t let it show. Just ignore it for your sake.

“Charles,” you said, forcing a smile that didn’t reach your eyes. You were still here, still caught up in this mess. “Focus on me, okay?”

He looked up, his expression hazy for a moment, the desire in his eyes flickering back to life as he nodded. You didn’t want to show him how much that name hurt. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had gotten under your skin.

So you pushed the hurt aside, letting the pleasure wash over you again. You gripped his hair tighter, pulling him back to you, trying to ignore the bitterness in your throat. “Just… just forget about it,” you murmured, your voice barely a whisper.

His lips returned to lips, and for a moment, the world around you faded away once more. You let him kiss you deeply, your heart racing with conflicting emotions. You were here, and he was here with you, and that had to count for something, right?

The tension still lingered, the reminder of ‘Ella,’ echoing in the back of your mind, but you buried it deep, clinging to the heat and the pleasure as if it could erase everything else. You were determined to enjoy this moment, even if it was tainted with uncertainty.

As he moved against you, the line between pleasure and pain blurred, and you surrendered to the chaos of it all. You could be casual, you could be carefree—even if it meant pretending everything was fine when deep down, you knew it was anything but.

LANDO NORRIS

“it’s hard being casual when my favorite bra lives in your dresser.”

The dim light from the early morning filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. You lay in Lando’s bed, your head resting on the pillow just inches from his, his arm draped lazily over your body. His breathing was slow and steady, completely at peace. He was asleep, unbothered, while your heart raced, your mind spinning in a thousand directions.

You chose to stare up at the ceiling instead, feeling the emotional high from earlier fading away into something much darker. The night had been passionate, the kind of heat between you two that made you forget, for just a moment, that this wasn’t real. But now, as his warmth settled into the sheets, you were wide awake, the weight of reality crashing down on you.

This isn’t love. The thought hit you like a brick to the chest. The warmth of his arm around you, the way his body curled protectively against yours—it all felt so right, so intimate, but deep down, you knew better. This wasn’t love. This was just another night. For him.

You rolled away from him slowly, the ache in your chest growing unbearable as you slipped out from under his arm. The cool air of the room hit your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You sat up, your legs dangling off the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, your hands trembling as you fought the urge to scream. Why do I keep doing this to myself?

You hated yourself for feeling used, for staying, even when you knew he didn’t feel the same. Every time you come back, you let yourself believe—just for a second—that maybe this time it would be different. Maybe this time, you would wake up in his arms, and he’d look at you with something more than lust in his eyes.

But that moment never came, it never wil…

Tears stung at the back of your eyes, but you blinked them away, refusing to cry over this again. You needed to leave. Before he woke up, before he could see the mess inside your head, before you made a fool of yourself once more.

As you quietly gathered your clothes, something caught your eye. There, hanging out of his open closet door, was your favorite bra—the black lace one you thought you’d lost weeks ago. Your chest tightened, a strange mix of relief and unease washing over you. You stepped closer, reaching for it, but as your fingers brushed the delicate fabric, you froze.

There was another bra in there. One that wasn’t yours. Kept in his personal space like a fucking trophy.

The jealousy hit you like a lightning strike, scorching its way through your veins. Your stomach churned, your head spinning with the sudden, overwhelming wave of emotion. It wasn’t just the bra—it was everything. The confirmation that you weren’t the only one. That you were just another girl who left pieces of herself behind in his apartment.

Your hands shook as you stared at the unfamiliar piece of clothing, your mind racing with images of Lando, here in this bed, with someone else. All the nights you weren’t with him. All the mornings he woke up with her instead.

Why did you expect anything different? You knew what this was, didn’t you? You were supposed to be casual, nothing serious, just two people having fun. But seeing that other bra, knowing it didn’t belong to you- it shattered whatever illusion you had been holding onto.

Oh God.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and before you could stop yourself, you were scrambling back to the bed, desperate to be close to him again. You slid under the covers, pressing your body against his, your hand resting on his chest as if that could make everything feel okay. He stirred slightly, his arm instinctively pulling you back against him, his lips brushing your forehead in a sleepy kiss.

For a moment, you let yourself melt into his touch, pretending that you could belong here, that he could be yours.

But deep down, you knew the truth. You could only have him if you played the part—if you pretended to be okay with being casual. If you could be the girl who didn’t ask for more, who didn’t get jealous, who didn’t care if there was another bra in his closet.

As his breathing evened out again, you closed your eyes, willing yourself to believe that maybe this could be enough. That as long as you stayed, as long as you kept pretending, he could be yours. Even if it was only for moments like this.

Even if it was nothing more than a lie you told yourself.

Because being his- even in this twisted, half-real way- felt better than being without him.

And if playing the part of the dumb lover was the price you had to pay, you would. For as long as you could bear it.

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thisblogisaboutabook · 2 months ago

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Coffee

Azriel x Reader - Angst

Azriel runs into his ex at the market.

I'll meet you for coffee, only for coffee

“Y/N” the timbre of his voice sends a dagger disguised as delicate winged butterflies fluttering through my stomach.

“Azriel”

Amber-hued eyes look down upon me, into the depths of my weary soul and I already know I can’t do this. But I’ll entertain it. I always do.

“How are you, Angel?”

“I’m fine.” I’m always fine. Never lost and weary. Never wondering what I could have done differently, what I could have done to make him love me. No, I’m level-headed and I am perfectly fine.

“Good. How’s the family?”

“They’re good. Claren got into Adriata U on a scholarship. Yours?” His family. The elite inner circle of the Night Court.

“Good. Rhys and Feyre have a son now, Nyx. He’s everything good in this world.”

I smile softly. “Yeah, I heard about the princeling. I can imagine that all of you are wrapped around his finger”

“Yeah.”

So let's not do coffee, let's not even try

We stand there. Those gods damned hazel eyes bore into mine like a screw. He sees everything. He always did. Nobody got me. Gods, nobody gets me, like him.

“Hey,“ Azriel’s soft, deep voice interrupts my thoughts. “Sevenda’s has-“

“No Az.”

He falters. “Y/N-“

It's better we leave it and give it some time

“No, love.” We can’t go there. He knows it. I know it too. We’d done that before. Dinner with the inner circle. I never fit in with them. They were a lovely close knit family and I was a stray… the outlier- even in this supposed “found family” of bastards and outcasts.

Azriel lets out a sigh, those piercing eyes tempting me to give in. To give it another try.

“How about that cabaret on the Sidra? You always loved it there.”

I love the cabaret, the energy, the drinks. Gods, the drinks. The wine would flow and I’d be in Azriel’s strong, welcoming arms in no time. He’d insist on walking me home, ever the gentleman. He’d say he wanted me. I’d know it’s a lie. It’s always a lie. I’m not a graceful overcomer like Gwyn. I’m not demure and kind like Elain. I’m certainly not strong and resilient like Morrigan.

If I didn't love you, it would be fine

I’m just… me.

And he’s just…. Lonely.

“I should go.”

A strong scarred hand grasps my forearm, an inherent dominance that somehow comes off delicate. It’s alluring, the hands you wish would hold you all your life.

“Coffee?” He asks.

We could do that. Coffee doesn’t lead to sex. Wine leads to my clothes on his floor, his deft fingers reverently tracing the arch of my spine.

“Yeah, we could-“

Cause If we do coffee, it's never just coffee

There it is. The hunger. The desire to feel. I see it. I once thought that gaze was a need for me. But it’s a lonely male who can love you like a mate, and then discard you like a mistake.

He’s not mine.

And maybe, if I didn’t love him, we could have done coffee.

“I’ll see you around, Az.”

It's never just coffee

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ACOTAR General - @lilah-asteria @thecollegecowgirl @mochibabycakes @nickishadow139

#acotar #sarah j maas #a court of thorns and roses #azriel #a court of silver flames #a court of frost and starlight #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #chappell roan #coffee #Spotify

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bunniehrtz · 7 months ago

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the rain hits the steamed up windows harshly, the sound your moans almost as loud. your seat in abby’s car is pushed back the full way, herself slotted on the floor in front of your spread legs. this is the third time this week. you haven’t spoken about it once. you probably never will.

you want to. you want to talk about everything. but you won’t.

pulled up on the side of a backroad, your hand on the window, your other hand in her messy, blonde hair.

“god, fuck. abby-”you moan, arching your back off of the sweaty seat.

“i know, i know, baby,” she says, her lips attached to your clit, kissing it sweetly. your stomach drops. your eyes shut tight, biting your bottom lip. your eyes fill with tears, feeling the warmth in your stomach build up. abby’s mouth fucks you faster, harder, and you hold onto her tighter. you let go around her tongue with a gentle moan. abby pulls away, pulls your underwear back up and places a little kiss on the top of your underwear before moving back into the driver’s seat.

the drive back home is silent. the radio is off, the road is empty, inside this car feels empty. abby pulls up into your driveway, giving you a smile as you get up and out. “goodnight.” she drives away before you could process what had happened. your breath is caught in your throat and you don’t know why you’re upset. buzz. “same time tomorrow?”

#abby anderson x reader smut #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson tlou #abby x reader smut #the last of us abby #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby x reader #abby anderson #the last of us #Spotify

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monst · 2 months ago

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Possibility

Tim Drake x Afab. Reader

Extra: 18+ Content (MDI), Voyeurism, M. Masturbation, I know I said no more fluff for him for a while but like.. I couldn't help it... Pining- He’s down bad, Chappell Roan lyrics in there lmao

Wc- 1.2k

“Stay the night for observation?” there was a hopeful lilt to Dick’s question. But he wasn’t focused on it, his lips parting to answer before his mind caught up.

“Yeah, sure.” Vaguely he knew he wasn't acting like himself. And based on Nightwing’s frown his older brother also knew he was a bit out of sorts. Except that when pressed, he'd claimed to be fine. Dick walked out of the infirmary heavy concern written across his features. He promised to come back as quickly as he could. It was just a quick in-and-out mission, especially with the several leaguers coming to aid the Titans. Dick would be back fairly soon. He could stay for a bit longer. No biggie.

He breathed deeply, eyes preoccupied with watching his fingers pick at the sheets. He wasn't lying he was fine. Physically at least. It's just that what he’d seen was burned into his mind and wouldn’t leave the forefront of his brain.

As a new standard of procedure for time travel the JLD would poke through your brain to make sure nothing world-ending was ahead. And he hadn't witnessed anything earth-shattering concerning the general population. But he had experienced something world-changing for him. He's lucky Zatana just let him go with a laugh after her inspection.

He could feel his face warm at the memory. He didn't expect, not in his wildest dreams to ever have a chance with you. But he saw it clearly with his own two eyes, his body over yours. His very nude body rutting into your equally as naked form. And oh if that wasn't doing things to him, like the simmering heat that spread from his lower abdomen and stretched across every inch of his skin. His crush on you was in his mind inconsequential. Never mind the fact that he was attracted to you from day one.

You’d met a few months ago, a worldwide emergency that drove you out of your more ‘I work alone’ type of heroics. Afterward, you were invited to join the big leagues and he was adamant about asking you out. Not only was he attracted to you physically but you ticked off every other category for him, you were very competent, easy to get along with, funny, considerate, and matched his snark. However, that fell through the cracks when someone on the JSA beat him to it. Your swift ‘I don't date people I work with’ shutting down any further pursuit on his side. That didn't mean you couldn't be friends. And friends you were, and after countless missions together you were finally hanging out with him outside the mask.

He was content with that. No really! Having you around as a friend was way better than the alternative. You two just clicked. And he wanted to preserve that even if that meant not being the one you call baby. But his little foray into the future might’ve changed things.

Flashes of your sweat-slick body arching into him invaded his mind. Your fingers clinging to his shoulders as his future self's hands roamed your body. You were just as pretty as he imagined. His eyes flickered around the empty room. No one was behind the curtain separating his bed from the other cot. With that in mind, he let his hand slip underneath the waistband of his boxers. He shivered once his fingers met the heated base of his throbbing length. He squeezed remembering the way your breasts fit in his palms.

Those beautiful sounds he was driving out of you. They still bounced around his skull. A tone he'd never heard from you but would give anything to hear again. He bit his lower lip, leaning his head back as he began a steady pace. His eyes shut as he recalled every detail. Twisting his hand mid-shaft at the way your breathy voice called his name. The punched out ‘Tim’s!’ bringing heat to his face.

The sight of your pretty pussy glistening with his spend was mouth-watering, lovely folds all wet and messy because of him. He felt his hips jerk into his grasp, thick pearly beads sliding down his fingers. God the way your gorgeous eyes rolled back, your pleasure leaving red lines across his back. He mewled at the image. You were so perfect. His other hand was about to busy itself by pinching his pink nipples when the security system called out your alias, Signaling your arrival at the watchtower.

He looked down to his lap, the glossy mess on his thighs, his dick slick with his pre-cum, your voice just in his ear begging for more. Fuck. He cupped his flush cock as he waddled into the bathroom intent on finishing. Locking the door just in case as he fisted his cock, the wet slap echoing in the small restroom. He groaned, eyes rolling back as he recalled how your voice broke on his cock, how you desperately claimed to be his. And you could be.

He whimpered. There's a chance for what he saw to be real. If he played his cards right you'd be-

“Fuck!”

His palm covered his mouth barely managing to stop the long whine from slipping past his lips as he released himself into the toilet. Thick spurts painted the ceramic just as his seed had painted your flesh. He felt dizzy. But your voice from behind the door pulled him from his lewd fantasies.

“Yo red you okay?” He cleared his throat and replied with a quick yeah. Flushed down his sticky cum and washed his hands before stepping out. You were sat at the edge of his cot, in full gear sans your mask. He wondered if you were scheduled to go off with the Titans. If so you were going to be late, strangely the thought made him blush.

“Hey,” you chimed. A smile in your voice as you searched through a large tote bag?

“Hi.” You looked up at his hoarse tone, sharp eyes searching him to sus out any injuries. He saw when your shoulders relaxed, finding nothing of outward concern. He was glad that you didn’t comment on his flushed complexion. Probably because he was always flushed around you.

“So.. I spoke to Z what's this about time travel?” He rolled his eyes with a grin. Nosy, you were also very nosy.

“Nothing serious except that I should really change the layout of the nest, got in and out way too quickly.” He slid back into bed allowing you to hand him a smaller bag. “What's this?”

“Contraband” you winked. He opened said ‘contraband’ and felt butterflies fill his stomach. Inside was a mini care package, a post-it with your scrawled ‘get better soon’ attached to your Nintendo Switch. There was also a sandwich, a bag of chips, and apple slices. He smiled at the Zesti Cola you included. He knew you were more of a Soder Cola person so you must’ve gone out of your way.

“You shouldn't have.” He flushed. You shrugged, standing up to stretch.

“I was already packing for a mission and heard you were here so yeah.” You waved off. “Oh here's the charger.”

“What about you?”

“I packed my DS, that and we should be in and out pretty quick so it’s only for the drive.” A device on your wrist pinged dragging your attention from him. “Shoot I gotta go! See ya later!”

As he looked through his game options, his lips pulled into a smile, sure you were friends now. But now he knew there was a possibility to be more. He just had to figure out how.

#red robin x reader #tim drake x reader #tim drake smut #uh random bullshit go!#Did I finish this fic instead of editing the over four pages of general hc for him? Yes yes I did #god I'm this close to scrapping that cause man I don't wanna edit it :')

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lexirosewrites · 3 months ago

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Hey happy Slick Sunday™️!! I fear this is cringe but I have had the thought of omega Steve but he’s a popstar stuck in my head and needed to get it out somewhere. And I know so many people say he would be like Sabrina Carpenter, but I wanna see high fem omega Steve but like Chappell Roan. He’s just doing the absolute most and living his best life, singing about being an omega, and love and lust between omegas. He’s drag and camp, and the most authentic to himself that he’s been in his whole life.

Obviously he blows up after his full length album comes out, which just leads to the most insane press tour that you can imagine. One of his live interviews he walks out in assless chaps, a thong and a crop top so short every time he moves his tits pop out (there are cute nipple pasties in a fun shape underneath, but it’s still scandalous). The whole interview he spends not only spreading his legs and arching his back, but nonstop talking about the new Corroded Coffin song and how hot their lead singer/guitarist is. At this point in time Eddie is incredibly well established and respected in the music industry, the song spoken of is only the second single for their upcoming 6th studio album. Steve however doesn’t really pay much mind to how established they are though, he is way more concerned with the fact that Eddie is a much older and incredibly attractive and masculine omega whomst he would like to have the babies of.

Apparently this stunt is the trick to getting Eddie’s attention. Eddie replies to a tweet saying “where can I get one” on a photo shoot set of Steve in a Barbie box. He becomes obsessed with Steve, enamored and captivated not only by him, but his music as well. Not long after this they meet at an industry party. The chemistry is there immediately; each others presence feeling like a cooling balm after a surge of electricity. By the end of the night Steve is found sitting on Eddies lap and purring in contentment.

Soon they are spotted almost everywhere with each other, holding hands, kissing, etc. There’s even a photo of Eddie playfully scruffing Stevie and his blissed out face to go with it. Within a few months Steve is spotted wearing a brand new red claiming collar with the letters EM sitting right over his bonding gland. A surprise for some considering they didn’t expect the couple to go along with anything considered traditional.

Despite these comments, until their bonding Steve is never seen without a collar, getting it made in multiple colors to match all of his outfits. And if he’s spotted wearing a new collar after their bonding, one that may suspiciously look like a day collar, well then thats their business and theirs alone. (Expect for the very explicit and kinky songs Eddie writes for CCs next album that everyone knows Steve was the muse for lol)

woo-hoo famous and flirty omega/omega steddie!!! i didn’t know i was missing this vision in my life, but i’d love to be a fly on the wall in that bedroom🤭😩🥵

#slick sunday #steddie #steddie omegaverse #omega steve harrington #omega eddie munson #steve x eddie #omegaverse #a/b/o #my asks #anon asks

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sometimes-i-make-mcr-fanart · 2 months ago

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WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME THEY GAVE THIS WOMAN A FLAMING ARROW

Honestly her whole performance was amazing but I have to:

#chappell roan #roan of arch #vmas 2024 #mtv vmas #simmcrfa #gerard way #mcr

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narcissistshandler · 1 year ago

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𝙀𝘾𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙎𝙔

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. m!reader x hobie brown

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. bottom!hobie, top!amab!reader, anal fingering, anal sex. minors dni.

✧ 𝖠/𝖭. It may take me a while to reorganize the blog because I'm busy writing, I'll get it all sorted out as soon as possible but until I do, please accept this food!

Hobie roans deeply at your touch, his body arching into your fingers as you slide them into him. His fingers dig into your chest as he rides the pleasurable sensations.

“You feel so good,” he moans as you add another finger and continue thrusting into him. Hobie rocks against your fingers as you spread them inside him, not even searching for his prostate. You're both too horny and impatient to spend time stretching and Hobie loving the pain of being stretched by your dick was just a bonus.

Hobie has spilled so much lube on your fingers that the wet sound echoes through the room, lube sliding down your hand and dripping onto your stomach; wet and messy.

“I'm ready,” he breathes, his ass twitching around your fingers. “I need you inside me. Now.”

You obey, eyes misty with pleasure as you reach for your neglected cock and smooth it with the lube in your hand. Hobie's hole tightens in anticipation, breath catching in his throat as the head of your cock presses against his wet rim, before sliding inside, opening him all the way until it's sheathed in his heat, dragging a mixture of pain and pleasure that leaves Hobie shaking.

You pull him down to lie on your chest, immediately taking Hobie's mouth in a kiss as you position your feet on the mattress, before starting thrust your dick inside him. Hobie melts over you, mouth falling open at the sensation of being open on your cock, of being a mere object for your pleasure.

He gasp for air, lost in the feel of his body adjusting to your size. The pain just there, just in the right place to mix with the pleasure and make him dizzy. Your mouth moves against his ear, pulling his piercings between your teeth, but if you say anything Hobie can't hear, deafened by the words of “feels so good” and “that's it” and “please give me more” coming out of his own mouth.

Hobie doesn't know when he came, only realizing he must have when feels wetness between their stomachs. Maybe he came when you got into him, maybe it's just sweat, maybe he won't come tonight, but your cock going in and out of him, hitting all his sensitive spots is good enough, enough that he doesn't care about anything else.

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x male reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown smut #across the spiderverse x male reader #across the spiderverse x reader #x male reader #x top reader #x male top reader #dom reader #x top male reader

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melolord14 · 3 months ago

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I Told You So

Lady Dimitrescu x fem reader

Note: So, I've been thinking about this idea for ages and I just couldn't get it out of my head. I couldn't resist - "Good Luck Babe" by Chappell Roan and it has been stuck in my head for so long that I had to write something. With the polls I had out y’all choose Lady Dimitrescu. Masterlist

The grand halls of Castle Dimitrescu were eerily silent as you wandered through them, the moonlight filtering through the tall, arched windows casting long shadows on the marble floors. The air was thick with an ancient, almost tangible melancholy that seemed to seep from the very walls. Alcina thought she had made the right decision about marrying her husband. She thought by doing so she would get the approval of her parents and their love, but it didn’t. The echoes of her footsteps were the only sound that accompanied her, a lonely rhythm in the vast, empty corridors.

Alcina remembered the times she had in her younger years, the carefree days filled with laughter and dreams that now seemed so distant. The haunting melody of a song echoed in her mind, each line a painful reminder of the choices she had made. The song's words wrapped around her heart like a cold, unrelenting grip, refusing to let go.

"When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night," she had woken up in the middle of the night and looked at the clock on her wall. The room was bathed in a soft, silvery glow from the moonlight streaming through the window. She carefully got up so as not to wake her husband and looked at him. He lay there, oblivious to her turmoil, his presence a constant reminder of her regrets. She didn’t know how he ended up in her bed in her room but he did. “With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife.” Putting her head in her hands, she felt the cool metal ring on her face and pulled her head out of her hands to look at it with sadness. The ring, once a symbol of love and promise, now felt like a shackle. All she was to her husband was a possession and nothing more. She owned the castle he lived in and acted like he owned it.

The nights were long and lonely, filled with a sense of emptiness that she could never quite shake. The silence of the castle was oppressive, pressing down on her like a physical weight. The grand rooms, once filled with joy and life, now felt like a prison. Each corner of the castle held memories of a life that could have been, a life that was now out of reach.

But here, in the castle, things were different. The walls that once offered protection now seemed to close in on her, suffocating her with their cold indifference. The chandeliers, with their flickering candlelight, cast eerie shadows that danced mockingly on the walls. The portraits of her ancestors seemed to watch her with judgmental eyes, their silent reproach a constant reminder of her failures.

As she wandered through the halls, Alcina felt a deep, aching loneliness. The grandeur of the castle, with its opulent decorations and lavish furnishings, only served to highlight the void in her heart. She longed for the warmth of genuine love, the kind of love that could fill the emptiness inside her. But all she had were the cold, unfeeling walls of Castle Dimitrescu and the haunting melody of a song that echoed endlessly in her mind.

“And when you think about me, all of those years ago, you're standing face to face with 'I told you so.'" The voice rang in her head. The memory of you begging her not to marry him and stay with you, to build a life together away from people and away from her parents but she had refused. You had warned her about the life she was choosing, about the man she was marrying. But she hadn't listened. She had been young and naive and didn’t want to let down her parents, thinking maybe they would approve of her after she got married. Now, as she wandered the empty hall of the castle, the weight of her choices bore down on her.

The grand tapestries that adorned the walls seemed to mock her with their depictions of happier times, scenes of love and joy that now felt like cruel reminders of what she had lost. The flickering candlelight cast long, wavering shadows, creating an almost ghostly ambiance that made her feel even more isolated. Each step she took echoed through the vast, empty corridors, a lonely sound that mirrored the emptiness inside her heart.

Standing in front of your door, she hesitated to knock. Her hand hovered in the air, trembling with uncertainty. She lifted her hand to knock and stopped, her heart pounding in her chest. The silence of the night was deafening, and she could hear the faint rustle of the wind outside the castle walls. Finally, she pulled out enough courage to do so, her knuckles barely making a sound against the heavy wooden door. She didn’t know if you were up, but she had to see you, had to try and find some solace in the one person who had always understood her.

You couldn't fall asleep after all these years she had been married. You still loved her, the ache in your heart a constant reminder of the life you had once dreamed of together. The nights were long and restless, filled with thoughts of what could have been. When you heard the knock at your door, you wondered who it could be. Knocking in the middle of the night was unusual, and a sense of unease settled over you as you got up from your bed.

Opening your door, you found yourself standing face to face with Alcina. Her eyes were filled with a mix of sorrow and regret, her once confident demeanor now replaced with a vulnerability that took you by surprise. The air between you was thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. The sight of her standing there, so close yet so distant, stirred a whirlwind of feelings within you.

"Alcina," you whispered, your voice barely audible in the quiet of the night. The years of separation seemed to melt away in that moment, leaving only the raw, unfiltered emotions that had been buried for so long. The castle, with all its grandeur and opulence, faded into the background as you stood there, face to face with the woman you had never stopped loving.

You looked at Alcina and said the words you had spoken to her years ago when she had first told you about her marriage even though you two were together. You looked at her with sadness and understanding. “You know I hate to say, 'I told you so,'" you said softly, your voice carrying a hint of regret. "But I told you so."

Alcina gazed at you with a mix of sorrow and longing, her eyes welling up with tears as she tenderly reached out to gently cradle your face. "I understand," she murmured softly. "I wish things could have been different." With a heartfelt embrace, she drew you close.

"It's alright, Alcina. You followed your heart," you reassured her with a bittersweet smile, holding her tightly. "I’m leaving," you revealed.

Alcina nodded sadly, withdrawing from the embrace. "But why?" Her voice quivered, barely audible, filled with a blend of fear and anguish.

"I can't bear to stay here any longer. It pains me to see you with him, Alcina. My love for you remains, making it unbearable to witness you with him," you expressed quietly as you turned away, walking towards the balcony. The frigid night air stung your skin, and the stars overhead seemed to jeer at your suffering with their distant, indifferent glimmer.

Following you, Alcina's soft footsteps echoed softly against the stone floor. "I understand. I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry. I should have listened to you that day, but I..." Alcina's voice faltered, her words breaking as she struggled to articulate her emotions. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, reflecting the moonlight.

You turned around and pulled her into an embrace, feeling the warmth of her body against yours despite the chill in the air. “Alcina, I love you. I will always love you,” you told her, your voice filled with a mixture of love and heartache. She held you closer, and you felt her shoulders shake as she began to cry, her tears soaking into your shirt.

Alcina managed to relax and tell you, “I love you too. I’ve always loved you,” she finally said after all those years. Her voice was raw with emotion, each word a testament to the depth of her feelings. How could she forget her first love?

You stood there together, the world around you fading into the background. The castle walls seemed to close in, creating an intimate cocoon where only the two of you existed. The night was silent except for the sound of Alcina’s quiet sobs and the steady beat of your heart. In that moment, you both understood that love, no matter how complicated or painful, was the one constant that had always connected you.

“Perhaps in a another universe, we could be united," you whispered gently. "Yet, across every lifetime, I would seek you out, and I will forever be yours, for I, Y/N L/N, belong to you, Alcina.” Alcina held you tighter as you spoke these words to her.

Alcina gazed lovingly into your eyes and whispered, "And I belong to you, Draga mea. I am yours and always have been." Her bittersweet smile hinted at the depths of her emotions. Holding you close, she knew that this moment would mark the end. She harbored a secret hope that in another lifetime, you would belong to her and her alone, just as she would belong to you.

#Spotify #alcina x y/n #lady dimitrescu x reader #wlw post #re8 donna #re8 alcina #re8 lady dimitrescu #re8 village #resident lover alcina #lady dimitrescu x female reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #alcina x female reader #alcina dimitrescu #light angst #angst #wlw yearning #wlw community

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abbyslev · 5 months ago

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casual || shoko ieiri

a/n: blame chappell roan for this leave me out of it

warnings: smut and angst lol maybe i’ll write a part two

you lay on your back, silk sheets softly rubbing your skin.

the smell of cigarettes fills your nose. your chest rose up and down, trying to catch your breath. you lift your hand up, feeling the warmth of her cigarette slip between your fingers.

you inhale it once before handing it back to her. the warm air filled your chest, blowing the rest out of your nose. you turned your back to her, closing your eyes. she traced the scratch marks on your back, placing a warm kiss down every one of them. “you’re so pretty.” she kissed your neck, wrapping her arms around you. if only it was like this forever.

“i’ll see you guys next week.” nanami waved to all of you, minus gojo.

“good bye!” you slurred out, pulling out the keys to your apartment. “you’re too drunk, baby.” shoko was behind you, helping you put the keys into the door, kissing your neck. you stumbled in, shoko holding you from your waist. “slow down, baby.” she turned you around, kissing you softly.

“you were killing me with this dress, you know that right?” she tugged at your straps, making her way down your neck. “you eyed me down like crazy.” you teased back. “almost got us caught.” she pulled her hair from her neat ponytail.

oh yeah. you had forgotten. you guys weren’t “out” or whatever shoko had said. you guys were nothing more than close best friends to the world. it hurt your heart, knowing she had confessed her love to you, endless night making love, endless pet names and lovely touches from her.

“‘m sorry.” you leaned into her. “it’s okay, princess. just made me think of you a lot. can’t leave much up to the imagination in this dress, especially gojo. you know how he feels about you.” she giggled, slowly unzipping your dress.

she pushed you against the couch, pulling your dress completely off your body. she kissed down your body, praising you each time she kissed you. she took off her pants, straddling your lap. she leaned down, her hands toying with your clit. “i love you, baby.” she kissed you, suppressing your words and moans.

“i love you, i love your body. i love everything about you.” she kissed your nape, her fingers inside of you now. “shoko.” you whispered, back arching against the couch. “i love you so much, my baby.” She pushed your hips down, her fingers sliding in and out of you, her pace quickening with every word.

you wanted to cry. she said these things to you, but did she really mean it? where you just someone to fuck after a stressful day? someone to toy around? but god, you were so in love with her, everything about her. you’d pretend like you weren’t hurt after you’d try and hold her hands, just for her to slip hers away and play it off. when she’s pick someone else to sit by instead of you, avoid eye contact and only answer at night. she’d only show up at night when she craved you.

you held her wrist, eyes rolling back. “cum for me, baby, show me how much you love me.” she looked straight into your eyes, lust filled in them as your body shook, nails scratching her back, her name coming out in sobs.

you push her away, sitting up. shoko pulled away, eyes lowering. you get up, rushing to your bathroom. she stood up, watching as you slammed the door. you threw a shirt on that was on your floor, hands combing through your messy hair. loud sobs echoed through the apartment.

“are you okay, did i hurt you?” shoko knocked on the door. you held your chest, tears pouring out of your eyes. “let me in.” shoko jiggled the doorknob. it scared her honestly.

you finally understood. you were nothing but a fuck toy for her, something to keep her entertained at night, someone to make her feel alive. you thought she was in love with you. you thought maybe you’d get married and leave all this sorcerer bullshit behind.

“just leave.” you cried, head leaning against the door. “i’m not leaving. what’s wrong?” she tried opening the door again. “let me in, princess.” the name made you spiral all over again.

“just go! you don’t even care about me!” your hands gripped the floor, loud sobs ripping from your chest. “i’m not leaving. i do care about you, what are you talking about?” shoko’s brows furrowed. you stood up slowly, unlocking the door. shoko slowly opened it, meeting your tired eyes. your makeup was ruined and your shirt was wet.

she came in for a hug. you pushed her off, tears brimming again. “what is wrong with you?” shoko frowned. “you don’t even like me. i’m nothing but someone to fuck, aren’t i? you don’t ask me on dates, you don’t even look my direction outside of my house. fuck, nanami pays my tab because you don’t even look at me.” you cried. she stayed silent, at loss of words.

“save your fucking breath. i understand now. i was so stuoud, falling in love with you. i’m a hookup.” you step back, face falling into your hands. “i wasn’t supposed to get attached. this was casual to you.” you cried.

“i’m sorry. i sm in love with you, i just…i don’t want to lose you.” “you’re a fucking liar. get out, it’s to late to save your ass.” you sob, shaking your hair. “please…” she held her hand out.

she stepped back, her hands meeting the bathroom door handle. “i’m sorry…” she closed the door behind her.

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ihavenothingtodowith1999iswear · 2 months ago

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I’ve been listening to guilty pleasure by Chappell Roan :) and there is a line in the second verse where it says “feels like pornography watching you try on jeans”… so I was thinking what if you did head canons of shopping with Schlatt and when you go in the fitting room to try on clothes he begs you to do it right then and there. Sorry if this is a little 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 lol

Jschlatt tries going jeans shopping with you and things get a little... 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 (NSFW)

I personally love Chappell Roan!! My favorite song by her is Red Wine Supernova!! Anyway enough yapping!!

When you moved in with Schlatt you had to ditch a lot of clothes for the move

Which means a lot of your jeans

That's fine we'll just go shopping for more

You two are in an Old Navy store nearby (because they have the best jeans fr fr)

The problem with Old Navy's women's jeans is that they don't usually sell baggy jeans, it's usually flare or rockstar skinny

Which means tight around the booty

You pick out a few pairs of jeans while Schlatt just kinda follows along

You get to the dressing room to try on the jeans and he joins you in there because he "wants to make sure they fit"

You pull down the skirt you were wearing to go shopping and unfolded the first pair.

You feel Schlatts eyes on you very heavily

You bent over a little to pull the jeans up your legs and Schlatt just stood there, arms crossed, dominant energy radiating in the dressing room

He took notice of your underwear. It was plain black with a small white bow at the front.

God he loved the sight of you

You finally got the tight skinny jeans up past your thighs,

Now the challenge was to get the jeans up over your butt

You shimmied around in the jeans, jumping a little trying to pull them up over your ass

Schlatt questioned helping you

After some effort, you got the jeans on

You turn around to face him

"how do they look?"

"they look great toots."

He sounded a little off...

Maybe... Embarrassed?

You catch a glance at his crotch and see he has a raging hard on

You look down and you probably looked for a little too long because he cleared this throat to get your attention

You smirk.

You were gonna bully him about this for the rest of his life

Or were you?

"take those jeans back off." He demanded

You complied and did what he asked.

"panties too." He added.

"Jay, wait we can't do this here-"

"please?" He begged, almost in submission

Your eyes widened. Damn what was hot.

Couldn't say no to that.

You took your panties off and he wasted no time to pin you to the wall by the throat

His large tall body, towering over yours

He slid his fingers along your wetness, feeling around a little to tease you

You squirmed and let out a high pitched whimper by accident

His grip around your neck tightened to shut you up

"Jay, fuck. I-" you choked out as he began to rub circles around your clit

"use your words princess."

"please.. fuck me.." you trailed off, whining

He undid his belt and pulled down his pants and underwear

Normally he would tease you for a while to watch you squirm but he couldn't help it..he already wanted you then and there.

He lined himself up with your entrance and once you gave him the okay, he slammed right into you. Hard.

Your back arched and you choked back a moan

He started slow but deep, letting you feel the whole thing at once

But he then started picking up the pace quite a bit

He had to make this quick otherwise they'd get kicked out

I got a little carried away there- anyway!! I hope you enjoyed!! I hope this is similar to what you had in mind lol

#schlatt #jschlatt #chuckle sandwich #jschlattblog #sleep deprived #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x y/n #schlatt x reader #jschlatt headcanons #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt smut

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swearimnevergivingup · 16 days ago

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DUMB LOVE, I LOVE BEING STUPID - suguru x reader

synopsis: it's hard being casual with geto suguru. he feels the same way, you just don't know it yet.

content: suguru geto/reader, blowjobs, explicit smut, friends with benefits, mild(?) angst, unrequited feelings but not really ya know (1.3k words)

a/n: just two emotionally constipated fools... just TALK to each other guys i promise it won’t kill… obviously inspired by chappell roan's song. i kinda wanna make this a series and i have a part 2 drafted already but let's see how things go! this is my first time being on tumblr in like 8 years so i'm new to everything BUT i hope you, dear reader, will enjoy!! please let me know your thoughts hehe <3

something must be deeply wrong with him, he thinks, from the sheer pleasure he derives from watching a pretty thing like you get ruined by his cock.

you’re down on your knees for him, big doe eyes staring back at him, always so eager to please. your eyes are wet with tears that are threatening to fall, mascara smudged ever so slightly. still, he watches as you take more of him into your mouth, struggling all the while, until you’ve got his full length down your throat.

“good girl, you’re doing so good baby,” he groans. he’s got your soft hair gathered in his fist like a makeshift ponytail, guiding your head down to take him deeper. you whine a little, but eventually relax your throat to allow him to use it as he pleases. he fucks your throat like that, so warm, so tight, listening as you gag helplessly around him.

looking down at you, suguru feels like he’s tainting something pure, something gold and untouched - though with all that you’ve done together he knows that’s hardly true at all. someone like you, looking at someone like him, of all people, like he put the very stars in the sky - he thinks he doesn’t deserve it, but he takes anyway.

from his position above you, he can see the arch of your lower back and the curve of your hips as you kneel on the floor. the room is quiet, save for his stifled moans and the lewd noises coming from your mouth as you please him. it sounds sloppy and downright nasty, and it’s music to his ears.

you pull him out after he involuntarily gives a particularly deep thrust, gasping and blinking hard. your voice is hoarse when you look up at him again, stroking and kissing the sides of cock as you pant, “does that feel good for you?”

it's a rhetorical question, really. he smiles at you, petting your hair and bending down to give you a tender kiss on your swollen lips. when his lips meet yours, you moan, leaning in for more. so fucking cute. you smell as good as you always do and taste faintly like the strawberry cocktail you had in the bar earlier. he tells you it felt good, and to keep going, so you do - obedient as always - eagerly taking him deeper in your mouth as your hands grasp at his thighs.

he knows you’re a whore for praise, that you like it when he calls you love, or baby, when he whispers to you how good you look when you’re taking his cock in your mouth. he tells you exactly that, feeling the pleasurable vibrations all around his length when you moan in response to his words.

you’re struggling less than you were a few minutes ago - but he’s big and he knows your jaw must surely ache from trying to accommodate his size. he lets you control the pace for now, giving you time to recover from before.

you swirl your tongue across his tip, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks, concentrating your efforts on his tip. his eyes squeeze shut in pleasure. your mouth feels so good, and suguru almost wonders if it’s him who should be down on his knees instead, worshipping you.

he opens his eyes to find one of your hands in between your parted thighs, desperate to relieve some pressure, even though he just made you cum twice in a row. he should punish you for it, but god you look so hot, and he can’t exactly fault you for that. the sight of it pushes him off the edge, pleasure surging through him as he releases into your mouth.

like a good girl, you swallow all of it. you even open your mouth and stick your tongue out to let him see, giggling as you tell him, all gone.

you might just be the death of him.

he knows you aren’t his, no, you could never be. even though you sit back and look at him with flushed cheeks and a coy smile, with something akin to adoration in your glistening eyes, he knows he could never have you. he tells himself it’ll be the last time, every single fucking time, but as much as he hates himself for it, he just can’t seem to break things off.

he’s in too deep, and he knows it full well.

you have that kind of effect on him, making him feel things he’s never felt before. he’s found himself wishing you would stay longer, hating when you leave, but never making a move to stop you from scurrying off after your rendezvous together. he’s found himself wondering who you’ve been going on dates with for the past month, if it’s the same guy, or perhaps different guys, and if they please you better than he can. he wonders how you’re coping at your new job, if your colleagues are nice to you, and if you’re still struggling with your sleep.

for the record, he’s self aware enough to know that it isn’t just about the sex, even though it may have started out that way. but somewhere along the way, just sex morphed into other things too, like missing you, wanting to talk to you, to laugh with you, to hold you, like he is right now as you curl up into him. it wasn’t just about the sex, even if you never stick around in his bed long enough for him to properly enjoy it anyway.

you’re probably the one thing he can’t have.

what suguru doesn’t know is that every time you gather your clothes to leave, your fingers linger for a little while longer on the door knob as you bite your lip in silent hope that he'll ask you to stay. he has no idea that you never let any other guy touch you, and that those dates are merely futile attempts at finding someone that could come close to him. your new job is going great, but you’re anxious and trying not to screw up, and you wish that maybe he could take you out for a lunch date sometimes so you get to see his face outside of the bedroom. what he doesn’t know is that all he has to do is ask, and you would be his in a heartbeat.

you’re scared, scared of the inevitable heartbreak when he realises you’ve caught feelings and eventually cuts you off. you and him both, dancing a familiar dance, playing the same game of push and pull. it exhausts you, being around him, pretending, but you think it hurts you more to keep him away.

you know playing this dangerous game isn’t good for you, you feel the way it eats away at you when you lie awake at night wondering if the both of you could ever be something more, if he’s spending the night with someone else, or if he might be thinking of you too, and you curse yourself for allowing things to get this far. you hate to admit it, but you feel yourself wearing thinner and thinner, like a rubber band pulled taut and waiting to snap.

you know you should end things, (try to) move on, date a nice boy who isn’t allergic to commitment, and stop having to nurse your aching heart, but you’ve never been able to say no to suguru.

no feelings attached, just sex, that’s what we both want, right?

yeah.

good.

he’s still idly tracing shapes on your back when you gingerly pull away from him and rise from the bed, eyes scanning across his room for your discarded clothes. you wonder if he’ll finally say something, ask you to stay, ask you to cuddle a little longer, but you know suguru, and he never does.

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