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[writingjourney]

Hi! So, the vampire Secondo fic got a little out of hand. We're going to end up at like 23k-26k words. I personally would prefer to still post it as one story and not split it because that's how I wrote it. However, I want to hear some of your opinions because I swear this will not be the last time that I write an overly long one shot.

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[zu-is-here]

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[edenfire]

💞💗 gorb overload!! 💗💞

thank you to everyone who participated in my little gorb event!! I hope you enjoy akira being overrun by an army of gorbs🥰💘💞🌸

I know the results weren't what we wanted, but it's not the time to give up!! we gotta keep surviving together💞💞

[flowercrownd]

WELP !

LOOKS LIKE I'M GONNA BE BUSY WITH THAT HB/HH SIDEBLOG

[emjiroki]

Sooooo I picked the black and gold for my theme hehe

[wandaslovey]

𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎

➺ mom’s bsf!wanda x fem!reader

wc ~ 2.7k

a/n: this was the fic most voted for from my poll like two weeks ago :,) hope y’all enjoy!<3

a/n: i’m also currently writing a super dark/toxic wanda fic, so stay tuned for that loves 😙

*not proofread*

cw: established relationship, fluffy fluff, a (slightly) embarrassing conversation, shy/embarrassed reader but she still has a bit of a ‘tude

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you hear the faint sound of birds chirping, some of the morning sunlight showing behind your closed eyelids, indicating you had slept in a bit. you hum sleepily, still feeling groggy from your “long night.”

it was a long night in the best way. tangled limbs, whispered words of affection and uninhibited love took place between you and wanda over the course of the evening and throughout the night. it was the first time the two of you had ever been in a setting where there was no need to look over your shoulder to see if someone would find the two of you out. there was no need to be rushed, quiet or secretive. it was simply just the two of you existing in your own little blissful bubble.

you rub the remaining sleep from your eyes, sitting up in bed just as you notice wanda entering the bedroom, two mugs of coffee in hand.

“good morning, sunshine,” she greets you with a warm smile—one you’ve only seen her give you specifically. she walks over to the bed and sits at the edge, handing you your mug. you sit up and take it from her, your two hands holding it carefully as to not spill on the white sheets.

“thank you, wands” you smile gratefully, eagerly tipping the mug towards your lips to take a sip. your coffee always tasted better when she made it and you had no idea why since she made it the same way you did.

“how’d you sleep, honey?” she scoots a little closer to you, affectionately running her hand down your arm. she rests it on your knee which you then rest your hand atop of hers, interlacing your fingers together. you were both so addicted to the others’ touch—wanting to constantly be connected in some way.

“really good. i don’t think i’ve slept so peacefully in a long time,” you reach over and set your mug down on the nightstand next to the bed.

you take note of the fact that there was just a simple lamp and a coaster on the nightstand. just like you, wanda was more of a minimalist and you could see evidence of that fact everywhere you looked in this cozy cabin of hers. it was quite spacious, decorated tastefully with little personal touches of her here and there.

as you marvel at the space of the bedroom for the first time (you hadn’t been paying much attention when you’d first arrived), your eyes fall back to wanda again. she was already looking at you, seeming to have been watching you glance around the room.

“i love this place. it’s so homey and warm,” you smile as you tell her, your eyes wandering around the room again.

“i love it here too. i’ve been renting it out to people for awhile now. i was worried at first that having strangers track in and out of here would come back to bite me, but it’s still in near perfect condition.” you nod your head thoughtfully as she speaks, a short bout of silence falling over the two of you before she speaks again.

“y/n?” the way she says your name has your attention immediately, her tone indicative of a change in the subject.

“yeah?” you look at her a little warily, though you could still sense the lighthearted energy in the air. you knew the topic wouldn’t be so serious yet you found that butterflies started fluttering in your tummy in anticipation.

“i want to talk about something that happened last night.” the expression on her face gave little away as just a hint of a smile touched the corner of her lips, her green eyes dancing with something indiscernible behind them.

you remain silent as she pauses, wanting her to continue without interruption.

“it was something you said. something you said quite a few times actually..” she continues to be vague, but you could see the growing roguish expression on her face. immediately you wrack your brain for what you might have said last night. there wasn’t much talking at all that you remember. after arriving early in the evening to the cabin, you were practically falling into bed as soon as you were both through the door. the two of you had been equally eager to love each other without the nosy presence of your mom, friends or neighbors. it certainly wasn’t the first time the two of you had sex, but it was the first time where it wasn’t so secretive.

your brow furrows as you think harder. did you say something when your mind was fogged up in a lust filled haze?

suddenly, the butterflies that had been in your stomach went from fluttering to swarming. your heart beat faster in your chest as it dawned on you what you might have said while you were in a fuzzy headspace.

wanda watches the realization bloom on your face, the color on your cheeks now a lovely pink shade. it didn’t go unnoticed by her that you stopped breathing for a moment.

you weren’t sure what to say—what to do. was she disgusted? disturbed? weirded out?

she breaks you out of your own thoughts, her hand tucking some hair behind your ear and her thumb stroking across your cheekbone. you only blush harder under her affection, the uneasy feeling in your stomach still not settled as she had yet to speak another word.

“you know what i’m talking about, don’t you baby?” she didn’t need to ask the question—your face was answer enough, but she couldn’t help herself. she loved getting you all flustered and you usually made it so easy. you begin to fidget with your hands, twisting one of your rings around your finger. you clear your throat, preparing to face the music.

“umm… did i.. did i call you… mommy?” you cringe lightly as you speak the last word—not because it disgusted you, but because you worried it disgusted her. you were avoiding her gaze like the plague, your eyes fixated on your hands that were in your lap.

wanda reaches out, gently grasping your chin with her thumb and forefinger to tilt your head up. her gaze made your cheeks burn impossibly hotter, but you found that there was no trace of disgust on her face. “you did,” she states simply, a touch of an amused smile on her lips.

“is that something you’re into? some sort of mommy kink?” she gently prods, wanting to fully understand the inner workings of your mind.

you wanted to tell wanda everything. the two of you had grown so close over the last year. you had been attracted to your mother’s best friend for years. you never dreamed she would return your affections until one day she finally boldly proclaimed how she felt about you. from then on, things hadn’t exactly been smooth sailing, but your forbidden relationship still blossomed. you confided in each other about everything. well—everything but this.

your eyes flick back and forth between her eyes, and you can see the sincerity of her curiosity. you knew she wouldn’t judge you, so you decided it was silly to keep it a secret any longer.

“yes. i mean, i’ve always had a thing for older women… hot older women.” you joke lightly, your eyes dancing with amusement before you continue. “it’s just, well, you know my mom. she’s not exactly maternal. she’s great in her own way, but i just crave being coddled and loved - two things she was never great at doing. while my mom instilled the necessity of being independent and strong, i never had a space to be vulnerable or depend on somebody. she never really gave me rules, so there was little i couldn’t do. because of that, now i crave structure and discipline where i never had it growing up. having a mommy kink can mean a lot of different things to different people, but the way i look at it… the way i look at you, i see a nurturing, confident, beautiful woman who does love and coddle me—quite a bit, i might add.” you laugh lightly at your half-hearted jab and then continue.

“so yes, to me, you perfectly encapsulate someone whom i’d wanna call mommy—to obey, love and cherish.”

as soon as you start talking, explaining what this all meant to you, you couldn’t stop. you yearned to have her understand and to grasp onto this concept that you saw her as the safest space in the whole world.

you watch her take everything in, her expression always thoughtful. a warm smile grew on her face, a light growing within her eyes. “oh, sweetheart, come here.” she reaches her arm across your body, pulling you into her. you straddle her, easily settling into the comforting space of her lap. she wraps her arms tightly around your smaller frame, resting her cheek against your head as you nuzzle your face into her neck.

“you’re so precious, you know that? my precious girl.” she hums into your ear before kissing your hair. she rocks the both of you gently from side to side as you embrace, her perfume with hints of pears, fig leaves and sap filling your nose.

“you know something, baby?” she loosens her hold on you, gently grasping your hips to pull you back so she can look into your pretty eyes. “i like it when you call me mommy,” her voice drops an octave, her eyes twinkling, and she smirks at your reaction. your cheeks flush and you smile a bit bashfully, your head tilting into your shoulder. “you do?” you ask, suddenly feeling a little shy again under her intense gaze.

“mhmm, i do honey love. mmmm, you’re just too damn cute for your own good.” her hands come up to cradle your face, as she leans closer to you. you think she means to kiss you, but instead she tilts your head up, her lips kissing along your jaw in search of a certain spot on your neck. wanda knew your body like the back of her hand. she knew what spots drove you crazy and which ones made you yearn for more.

“wanda.. quit that!” you whine softly, catching on to her drift. there were certain spots on your neck that if she kissed or nipped just right, it tickled more than anything else.

wanda hums against your skin, licking at the spot as you try half heartedly to push her away. her arms wrap around you again, holding you firmly in place. “no, i don’t think i will,” she purrs and then chuckles darkly next to your ear as she feels you struggling more earnestly. deciding to up the ante, one of her hands starts to dig into your side, your ticklish ribs falling victim to her game. you squeak and squirm against her, attempting to slide off her lap but she’s having none of it. in one swift movement, she all but swings you around until your back hits the mattress. she quickly climbs atop of you, her legs straddling your hips. “you can make this all stop now you know, if you say something for me..” her voice was taunting as she wiggles her fingers just above your body.

“what??” you demand, hoping to halt this attack before it really begins. you were really ticklish. your nerves were already alight with anticipation as you watch her hands ever so slowly slip under your sleep shirt. your belly clenches as her fingernails lightly scratch their way up your torso.

“give me a minute to think of something, hmm? you’re just so cute all pliant and eager to appease me right now,” she bites her lip, unsuccessfully masking her grin. she spiders her fingers down your sides and you arch your back, a soft squeal sounding in the back of your throat. you refused to give her the reaction she was looking for. her persistence in trying to get you to squirm and giggle under her only brought out your stubborn attitude. you press your lips together, trying to will the ticklishness out of your body. her eyes burn into yours as she senses your obstinance. her eyes crinkle as she smiles, excited at the mere aspect of trying to get you to crack a small laugh.

she traces one finger down your stomach before she gathers both of your wrists in her one hand, holding them above your head. given your unwillingness to let her see that she was getting to you, you allow her to entrap your hands without struggle. she hums as her finger traces down the slope of your nose and past your lips. you snap at her, your teeth clacking and she chuckles warmly at the action.

“c’mon, you know you wanna laugh for me… just the tiniest little snicker or a small tittle..” her voice was warm like honey, which would have been comforting if you were in a different situation. one of her hands tickles at your tummy, her other one digging into your ribs. unable to contain your reaction now, you giggle gleefully. the light sound was satisfying as it hit wanda’s ears. you looked so adorable, all squirmy and helpless under her.

“oh my, that looks like it really tickles.” she laughs with you, her body moving around with yours as you attempt to shake and buck her off.

your brain was becoming a scrambled, fuzzy mess the more your body struggled against her. your desperation grew with each ticking second. no matter how you thrashed or wriggled around, it didn’t help your predicament. wanda knew just where to get you, spurred on by your reactions.

“wand-mommy! please! stop! stop!” you yelp, your wrists rubbing together and twisting in her grasp as you try in vain to pull your arms down.

wanda gasps playfully, her fingers slowing down. “what was that? i couldn’t hear you..” you groan, the feeling of helplessness continuing to wash over you in waves. “please..please stop!” you whine, quieter more reluctant giggles falling in between your words.

“oh darling, you know i can’t understand you when you giggle so much. say that again?” her grin was sinfully amused. you wished you could smack the smug expression right off her perfect face. “mommy please-please stop!” you try again, figuring she wanted you to pull the mommy card once more.

she hums again, sounding pleased. she could see your face starting to turn red from all the laughter and so she decided to show you some mercy, her hands finally halting their ticklish actions. “okay, okay, i’m done malysh.” she murmurs, her hand that was imprisoning your wrists loosening. she leans down, placing sweet kisses along your face. you clutch at her shirt, your legs wrapping around her body, wanting to feel closer to her. she smiles to herself at your clinginess, her lips pausing as they place one final kiss against your jaw.

“i’m sorry dorogoya.. i knew you were ticklish but i didn’t know you were that ticklish,” she muses, tucking some hair behind your ear. your cheeks heat in delicate embarrassment and you take advantage of your freed hands now by smacking her arm.

“hey, be nice to your mommy. you know if you act up, i’ll just have to punish you..” you gasp softly, the prospect of her punishing you instantly sets a flame in your lower belly. she leans closer to you, pecking your lips. “hmm you like that idea, don’t you?” you feel her grin against your lips. you nod, your eager eyes set on hers. she takes mental note of your reaction, finding that she herself was excited at the idea of punishing you.

“something tells me you’ll have earned a punishment or two before our little weekend is over,” she purrs, imagining the various ways you may choose to act up in the next couple of days. “i have to admit, mommy’s a little excited to find out just how bratty you can be.”

you raise your eyebrows, a small smirk forming on your lips. “you’re probably gonna wish you didn’t just say that…”

[izzyy-stuff]

AFTER CLOSING HOURS - CHOI YEONJUN

lifeguard!yeonjun x fem!reader

in which your friend and the boy she is seeing decide Choi Yeonjun needs to calm his hormones as soon as possible. And what better way is there to do it then show him a pretty girl who can satisfy all his needs?

wc 3.7k

warnings smut, public sex but no one is around, it happens in the pool, unprotected sex, Yeonjun is lowk a hoe ngl, but also a sweetheart, mention of lifeguard!Taehyun, Jay of enhypen mentioned as an ex, reader is implied to be shorter than yeonjun, oral (f. receiving), cum swallowing, brief nipple play, pet names lmk if I missed anything!

↪ izzy speaks... fun fact: lifeguard!Yeonjun was actually my first idea for a fic after I started writing on tumblr, so it has been sitting in my drafts since June. Somehow, there was just always a different fic I wanted to write at the moment, but thanks to y'all voting for it when I made the poll about what you want me to write next, it's finally seeing the day light 🙌

Yeonjun sat on his chair by the pool, just as he would any other day. With his sunglasses high on his nose and a phone in his hands, he did the same as any other lifeguard: absolutely nothing. 

Of course, some would say that he was neglecting his job, that it would be better to hire someone more responsible, someone serious. But the problem was, anyone else, no matter how accountable or not they were, would behave the same he did. Fortunately for him, the pool was sparsely occupied, leaving Yeonjun with little to do during his shifts. One could say that it was part of his job, sitting by the pool and doing nothing.

And, if, for whatever reason, there did turn out to be someone who wanted to drown in the five-foot-deep swimming pool after all, he was always ready to put his phone aside and jump into the water. 

Yeonjun liked the freedom of his job. Even though, honestly, sitting in a chair for six hours in the burning sun every day could also be tiring and boring. 

So boring he almost quit. 

Almost. 

Because as he ended his shift, switching with another lifeguard, and grabbed his resignation papers, so confident he would put them on his boss’ table, he found a reason to stop right in front of her office and turn around again. 

As his eyes landed on the girl lying on her stomach on her towel near the pool, he realized the pros of his job again. One of them being all the gorgeous girls he could sneak glances at. And sometimes, when he was bored enough, take them to his dressing room. 

 ♡⸝⸝  

“It’s basically law that you go to a pool during summer!” You scoff at your friend, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. “The law actually is that I get to relax in my cozy apartment now that I finally have time for myself,” you state, and without waiting for her answer, you look down at your book again, re-reading the first sentence on the page. 

“Oh, come on! Please! We have to go!” She pleads, making you groan as you place your bookmark between the two pages and slam it shut, before glancing over at her. “Fine, fine, I’ll go if it means you’ll stop bothering me,” you finally accept defeat with a sigh, creating a grin on her face. “I promise you won’t regret it!” 

New things never excite you as much as others. You liked sticking  to your routine and visiting places you’ve already been to. You aren’t sure why, but you’ve always preferred it that way.

But your friends always thought otherwise, bringing you to new restaurants that opened in town, going on trips to places still unfamiliar to all of you, and now, taking you to the swimming pool they opened last year when you weren’t in town. 

“I just don’t understand why we have to go to this pool. You have a pool at your house! Why couldn’t we have gone there?” You ask her for the millionth time, making her groan in annoyance. “Just wait. You’ll understand once we get there,” is all she says before locking her arm with yours, smirking as she leads you towards the swimming pool. 

 ♡⸝⸝  

“There is your reason,” she says proudly, lowering her sunglasses as she watches the lifeguards switch shifts. You glance the same way she does, raising an eyebrow at the black-haired boy before looking at your friend again. “You wanted to go here because of a boy?” 

“Not just any boy! The hottest guy you’ve ever seen!” She exclaims, watching you roll your eyes. “Don’t tell me you don’t find him attractive.” You turn your attention to the male again, examining his features. “Okay, yeah. He’s handsome,” you admit. “But still, that doesn’t mean we should–” 

“His name is Yeonjun,” she interrupts you. “Choi Yeonjun. And I swear you two would look great together.” 

“So this is what it’s about,” you scoff. “You’re unbelievable. Why are you trying to set me up with someone again?” You reach into your bag, bringing out your towel , and wrapping it around yourself  as if it could prove her anything. “I’m happy with how things are now,” you proclaim, well aware of your stubbornness. 

“Oh, come on! You’ve been sex deprived since you broke up with Jay! And trust me, he knows how to fuck,” she assures you, completely serious. “All you have to do is walk confusedly around the kiosks, and he’ll be all yours.” 

You shake your head at her, glancing toward the male again. “Well, your plan couldn’t work even if I wanted to do it, anyway” you state, nodding toward him so she would look the same way. 

He is handsome, you can’t argue with that. And you couldn’t say you would mind getting to know him either, but with his handsomeness came one con. Attractive guys were always too busy. Busy with talking to all the different girls. Busy thinking god knows what of themselves. Even now, you could see him talking to some girl in the pool, a few others surrounding him.

“Oh, hell no. We are going to swim. Right now,” she states, grabbing your hand and basically forcing you out of your chair. “You need to show off.” 

You sigh, throwing your towel back on your bag before following her to the pool, giving up on trying to talk her out of it. You knew you were stubborn, but so was she. And unlike you, she wouldn’t back down until the very end. 

 ♡⸝⸝  

You felt embarrassed. It was pathetic trying to get into his pants like this, but the most embarrassing thing about the whole situation was his stares. You could feel his eyes all over your body. On your legs when you walked out of the pool, on your ass when you walked past him, and on your breast as you put sunscreen on. 

“You have him wrapped around your finger,” your friend laughs, watching the male opposite you on the other side of the swimming pool. You feel your cheeks heating up every time you make eye contact with him, averting your gaze from him immediately. “That’s to not wanting you to set me up with anyone,” you mumble. 

“You’re welcome,” she giggles, looking at the time on her phone. “Alright, my job here is done. The pool closes in twenty minutes. Stay until the end if you want our work to be worth it. Wait until everyone is gone and then go talk to him,” she gives you instructions, and it makes you wonder how many times she has done something like this. There’s especially one question that gets stuck in your head. Was he the one that taught her all of this? 

And trust me, he knows how to fuck. You remember your friend's words, swallowing the lump in your throat as you watch her pack her things. “Wait,” you stop her, hesitating as she turns to you again with a confused look. “Did you…sleep with him before?” You watch her burst into laughter, leaving you confused this time. 

She quickly pulls out her phone, looking for something. “If you are worried about breaking the girls’ code or something like that, relax. This is my lifeguard,” she smiles, proudly showing you a picture on her phone. “Yeonjun is kind of a hoe, though, not going to lie to you. I am not sure who he did sleep with,” she adds. “It was Taehyun’s idea that I could set you two up,” she admits, pointing at the picture on her phone again so you’d know who she is talking about. “He thinks you might be what Yeonjun needs to calm his hormones and finally stick with one girl. And even if you can’t exactly change him, I thought it would be good for you to have a fun night at least.” 

You nod to her, hesitating as you glance at the male again, his eyes still glued to your body. He probably thought he was inconspicuous, too. “This is one of your worst ideas,” you sigh. “But I’ll give it a go. I can’t let your effort go in vain.” 

♡⸝⸝  

“Excuse me, the pool is closing in two minutes,” you look up upon hearing the unfamiliar voice, gulping down to swallow all the stress that brushed over you, before you look around the place, as if you don’t know it is empty by now. “Oh, I’m sorry,” you apologize awkwardly. 

You feel his eyes on your back as you get up to collect your things, biting your bottom lip. Thank god he couldn’t see your face at the moment. “You know, I think the front gate is locked already. So if you wait for me for a bit, you can leave with me through the back,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck and looking around the place, doing his best to hold back and not let his eyes fall on your lower body. 

“Sure,” you nod, the sound of the pool filtration the only thing you heard for a while. “Alright, yeah. You can come with me,” he shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts. “I’m sorry. I’m a bit all over the place today,” he apologized, leading you toward the dressing rooms. 

“More like a bit all over me,” you mumble, a chuckle leaving your lips. You freeze as you watch him stop before you, realizing he can still hear you. “I mean–” 

“If you noticed me, you must have been looking at me too, or am I wrong?” 

“You’re not wrong,” you admit when you notice the hunger in his eyes, looking up at him and trying your best to keep eye contact with him. But honestly, it was hard when his eyes looked like that. At first glance, it felt like innocent boba eyes that you could get lost in, but then you saw the lust, excitement, and arousal behind them, hesitating again. 

A chuckle slips past his lips, making your eyes widen. “You’re cute,” he comments, watching your cheeks turn pink. “What’s your name?” You answer him, doing your best to remain calm as he steps forward. He repeats your name, almost as if trying to see how it sounds on his lips. “I’m Yeonjun.” 

“I know who you are,” you assure him. “A lot of girls seem to know.” 

“I don’t know a lot of girls’ names, though.” You roll your eyes at him, scoffing at how cheesy he sounds. “Don’t you have places to be? I thought you still need to change so we can leave,” you quickly change the topic, knowing you had him where you wanted now. 

“That can wait, don’t you think?” You bite your bottom lip as you gaze him in the eyes again, instinctively nodding. “God and I promised Taehyun I wouldn’t hook up with another girl at work,” he muttered quietly, stepping forward again to get closer to you. You could hear your heart beating faster as you looked at him, regretting your decision immediately. You shouldn’t have listened to your friend. You should have left with her and stayed sex deprived. You should have– 

He interrupts your thoughts by pressing his lips on yours, making your eyes widen. “Was that…okay with you?” He stops, for the first time in a while, finding himself hesitating as he watches you freeze. He never had to question if a girl liked him or what she thought of him. Yet, here he was, rethinking his next moves as if it was the first time he was this close to a girl. 

“Fuck,” you mumble, your hand reaching to the back of his neck and pulling him closer to yourself to kiss him again. “It’s so wrong that your lips taste this good.” He smirks into the kiss, his hand roaming your back while his tongue explores your mouth. It feels weird having his hands all over you, but at the same time, it seems so right. 

“It’s wrong that you’re this gorgeous,” he comments back, his hand sliding under your bottom piece as he grasps your ass, picking you up in one swift movement. You yelp, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist and your hands around his shoulders. Your eyes shake, mostly from excitement, as you watch him, questioning what is going on in his mind. 

He doesn’t say anything, though. His lips land on yours immediately instead as he walks forward, doing his best not to wobble and make you both fall to the ground as his eyes stay close to enjoy the kiss fully. 

When you pull away to take a moment and breathe, you’re back next to the pool, near his assigned place. “So you don’t plan on changing anymore,” you tease him, unable to hide your smile as you watch his face, scanning his features from up close. His lips are pretty, you notice. Pretty is a suitable word to describe him. “I will gladly take you to the changing room and change with you later, but for now, this will be more fun.” 

You’re not sure how it all happened, but the next thing you know, you’re sitting on the pool’s edge, your legs thrown over Yeonjun’s shoulders while his head is buried in between your thighs. You weren’t sure what to expect when he said it “would be more fun,” but after he had jumped into the water, not caring about getting his hair wet, you knew you were in for a ride. 

You pull on his hair, moaning out as his tongue plays with your clit. “Mhm?” He looks up for a second when you do so, his boba eyes making you melt. “N-nothing,” you shake, biting your bottom lip at the sight. He is no longer just pretty. With his wet hair in front of his eyes and your slick on his lips, he is beyond just that. 

He chuckles, diving between your legs again, this time sucking harder. “You’re so pretty,” he mumbles as he licks your core, looking up at you to see your reaction before his tongue makes its way into your cunt, eating you out like a starved man. 

Yeonjun lets you pull on his hair however you want, unbothered by your actions as his hands squeeze your thighs, keeping you in place as he tongue-fucks you, enjoying himself as much as you do. 

“I’m–” your voice breaks in the middle as he goes back to sucking on your clit, sending you over the edge before you can warn him. “Going to cum,” you breathe out, but by the time, his mouth is already covered with your release. “Tastes so fucking good,” he mumbles, licking his lips. He lets go of your thighs, pulling himself up to reach your lips. “So good, princess,” he praises before kissing you. 

“Alright, come in,” Yeonjun whispers softly, letting his legs hit the bottom of the pool again. His hand reaches towards you, and you gladly accept it. He helps you into the water, his hand slowly tracing from your thigh to your back, coming up until he reaches the strings of your bikini top, pulling it off in one swift motion. 

You grant him one sheepish smile full of nervousness, keeping your eyes on him. You were too scared to look away, internally terrified that if you dared to look away, he would disappear. “Is it okay so far?” He wondered, carefully caressing your waist as if he could read your mind. You nod, biting your bottom lip as your hand reaches his chest, your fingertips just so slightly brushing over his nipples. He groans, trying to keep his moans from escaping. 

His hands repeat your motion, twisting your right nipple in his two fingers while he lowers his head to your left one, leaving wet kisses all over your breast. “Jjun,” you gasp as he sucks on your nipple, throwing your head back. You open your mouth to speak again, but all that you’re able to do at the moment is moan. He makes it impossible for you to think straight, especially after you feel his knee between your legs, pressing against your naked core. 

You wrap your leg around his hips, pulling him closer. Yeonjun looks up at you for a moment, smirking when he notices the need in your eyes, caressing your thigh before he makes you wrap your other leg around him, too, pushing you onto the wall. You can feel his bulge against your cunt, and wish he would have taken down his swim trunks a long time ago. 

“You’re so impatient, sweetheart,” he teases, pressing his lips on yours again. You don’t hesitate and kiss him back, opening your mouth to give him better access. Part of you hates how easily he can get you, but you can’t help it and want all of him as soon as possible. You need him to fill you up, fuck you dumb like you haven’t been in a while. 

“It’s your ‘ngh fault,” you breathe out, grinding on his bulge. Yeonjun bites onto his bottom lip, doing his best to keep quiet. It’s safe to say you drove him crazy. “‘M wait–” his breath shakes, and his eyes shut close. He squeezes your thighs, stopping you so he can take his shorts down. 

It’s a new experience, you must admit. You never fantasized about pool sex, but now that the lifeguard was thrusting his cock into you, somehow managing to hit your g-spot on the first try and driving you crazy, you had a completely different opinion on it. You’ll have to repeat it in the future. 

Yeonjun’s hand is firmly pressed against the cold tiles next to you, his lips all over your neck and collarbone while he fucks your orgasm back into you. You tried to keep it in, wait for him to reach his climax too, and then cum together, but it was impossible to control anything when he was this good. Even though the thought of it disgusted you, you could see he had the experience as his reputation promised. 

“So perfect,” he blabs another praise, sucking onto the skin on your neck. You aren’t sure how many praises left his lips by this point, but you know he hasn’t stopped giving you compliments since he thrust into you for the first time. “Could fuck you forever.” 

You don’t answer anything. Instead, you tug on his hair, stealing a kiss from the lifeguard immediately when he looks up, whining against his lips. You feel him slowing down as his breath gets heavier, making you realize he is about to cum, too. You don’t get the chance to tell him to pull out when he pulls you in for another kiss, but you don’t even mind much, honestly. 

You let him cum inside you, thrust his cum deep into you while listening to his groans and whines, a few more praises leaving his lips before he finally pulls out of you. You whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness, your legs giving up as you fall into his arms, making him chuckle. “You were so good, princess. So good,” he coos, rubbing circles on your back. “You’d tell anyone that,” you mumble, and before you can even realize you said it out loud, he sits you on the edge again, opening your legs and placing himself between them, looking up at you. “I don’t usually talk with the girls I fuck here,” he proclaims, his eyes as sincere as they can be. “Don’t know their names either,” he says, adding your name to prove his point. 

“What are you trying to say?” You ask, your cheeks heating up. He had just fucked you, and yet, it was somehow embarrassing having him stand between your legs while you looked down at him. “I don’t tell anyone that,” he assures you. “Just like I don’t want any girl’s number.” 

Your eyes widen, and you have to avert your gaze from him. “But I am sure you make every guy feel like this,” he rests his chin on your thigh, keeping his eyes on you. “Like what?” You ask, trying not to pay much attention to the fact your cheeks are red. 

“Totally crazy,” Yeonjun proclaims, as if it was obvious. You scoff, thinking he is just making fun of you. But when you glance down at him, he seems as serious as one could be, making you gulp. “You’re the one driving me crazy,” you admit, biting your bottom lip. 

“We can drive each other crazy then,” he suggests softly, finding your hand and taking it into his. His fingers intertwine with yours, and you think you might fall for him right then and there. “I can’t possibly fuck anyone else now that I got a taste of you.” 

You don’t say anything to him, refusing to let him sway you so easily. But when you finally leave the pool and get into his dressing room, his lips are all over your body again, begging you to at least consider calling him again, preferably as soon as possible. “Fine, fine, I’ll think about it. But I probably won’t call you,” you sigh, watching him type his number into your phone. “I am not looking for sex with no attachments.” 

His ears perk up at your statement. This is his chance, he thinks. Chance to finally prove to Taehyun that he can have a serious relationship if he wants to. “Let me take you on a date then,” he offers. 

You sigh again, but the more you think about it, you don’t see a reason why you should reject him. So you nod, sharing your number with him, too, so he can text you later. Part of you knows it might be just a waste of your time. Yeonjun is kind of a hoe, you remember your friend’s words, but it doesn’t shake you. You want to give him a chance.

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SUNBURN ✹ luke castellan

( summary ) a social media au about chb’s fav couple (& their fav shitstirrer, aka percy jackson)

( pairing ) luke castellan x fem aphrodite cabin-coded!reader & small bits of baby percabeth

( notes ) first post ahhh!!! this was so fun to make

♫ Ant Pile by Dominic Fike

♡ liked by wisegirll , silenabeauregard , and others

yourusername my bf is hot but dominic fike if u wanna hmu i can ditch him it’s no biggie 😁🫶

lukecastellan EXCUSE ME

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yourusername want me to kiss that bruised ego better?

lukecastellan sigh… i guess…

seaweedbrain BOOO TOMATO TOMATO BOOOOO

seaweedbrain get his ass off my screen 🤣🤣

lukecastellan sparring arena. you and me. now.

groverunderwood bros rlly beefing with a 13 yr old

seaweedbrain the typa guy to tell me to kms bcs i voted him out in roblox total drama island

clarisselarue this would’ve been so much better without the second slide

yourusername no more like content from here on out 🙅‍♀️

lukecastellan wtf???

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silenabeauregard YOU LOOK SO CUTESY

yourusername I LOVE U 🥹❤️‍🩹

chrisrodriguez lukecastellan bro ik nobody else here fw you, but i’ll always fw you 💗

lukecastellan you’re a real one bro 👊

aphroditecamper1 u guys are so cute ☹️

♫ Babydoll by Dominic Fike

♡ liked by cbeckendorf , connorstroll , and others

lukecastellan yeah your girl might have a general grasp on battle strategies or whatever but can she bring an oddly unsettling vibe and a cute smile to the function? DIDNT THINK SO ‼️‼️‼️

seaweedbrain put a shirt on man nobody wants to be seeing all that trust 🙏

lukecastellan i wonder if your dad would’ve stayed if you weren’t such a hater

seaweedbrain i wonder if your dad wouldn’t have become the ten dollar founding father if you mom swallowed

yourusername woah…

seaweedbrain when he goes low i go LOWER

wisegirll too far percy

seaweedbrain sorry ma’am

clarisselarue this would’ve been so much better without the second slide

lukecastellan it’s my account???

clarisselarue i stand by what i said.

chrisrodriguez yk i can bring an oddly unsettling vibe too and my ma said my smiles pretty cute so…

yourusername yeah you bring such a crazy vibe!!

chrisrodriguez now that’s just rude

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clarisselarue WTF???

silenabeauregard WTF?????

seaweedbrain WTF????

lukecastellan i’m used to this by now 😔💔🥀

♫ Woman Screaming #2 by Anton Hughes

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seaweedbrain does he just not own a shirt… COVER YOUR BOOBS SIR PLEASE THERE ARE CHILDREN

lukecastellan why are you taking pics of us having a nap… fan behaviour icl

seaweedbrain i needed proof to file a police report against you for theft

lukecastellan how did you know??

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seaweedbrain sigh

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lukecastellan don’t matter if i’ve got a world of haters, i got you by my side

yourusername i’m just gonna leave…

clarisselarue yourusername just saying i’d never pull that shit

lukecastellan ok joke over ha ha funny

wisegirll percy this is a bit stalkerish 😭

seaweedbrain i’m sorry you’re right

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Playlist Shuffle Poll!

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I'm just going with my liked songs because I don't particularly have a playlist i put on repeat

Damn that's varied, for some reason every other song that was showing up was a Kpop one, even though it's been months since i've last listened to some of them(asshole, whenever i shuffle my playlist none of these play but now that I'm doing this Spotify has decided to pull songs from the very depth of my listening history)

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♡ No More Denying It | MV1

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Leclerc!Reader [Face Claim: None]

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Summary: Y/N’s brothers confront her, and it’s as chaotic as you’d expect. Max tries to survive the Leclerc wrath while Y/N tries not to freak out, but one thing’s for sure—there’s no more denying it.

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A/N: FINAL CHAPTER GUYS WE FINALLY MADE IT

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Part 6 of my wheel-to-wheel but still in denial series: Masterlist

Max and Y/N stood outside her apartment door, both staring at it like it was the gate to the underworld. Y/N’s palms were sweaty as she clutched Max’s hand, silently praying for some miracle to save them. The odds were not in their favor.

“Remind me why we didn’t just flee to another country?” Y/N muttered, glancing up at Max, who looked surprisingly calm, though she could see the tension in his jaw.

“Because we both know your brothers would find us eventually. Charles could probably track us down using the GPS in a wheel nut or something,” Max joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Y/N snorted despite the anxiety crawling through her chest. “I’m about to be murdered, and you’re making jokes?”

Max grinned. “It’s called coping.”

Y/N sighed, rubbing her temples. “Okay, let’s get this over with. Just… stand behind me when Charles charges at you.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” Max leaned down to press a soft kiss on her forehead. “Don’t worry, Schatje. I’ve handled scarier things than your brothers. Like doing shoeys with Daniel.”

She rolled her eyes but appreciated the attempt to calm her nerves. “Alright, let’s go.”

With a deep breath, Y/N opened the door and stepped inside. Instantly, she regretted every decision that had led her to this moment.

Charles was pacing in the living room like a man possessed, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. Arthur sat on the edge of the couch, arms crossed, glaring daggers at Max like he could combust him with a single glance. Lorenzo was the only one sitting calmly in an armchair, but even he had that disappointed dad look. It was somehow more terrifying.

The moment they stepped inside, all three brothers turned to face them.

“You,” Charles seethed, pointing a finger at Max. “How dare you—”

Max held up his hands in defense, but Y/N quickly stepped in front of him. “Charles, please, just let us explain—”

“No!” Charles snapped, his voice rising. “You don’t get to explain, Y/N. Not after you lied to my face!”

Arthur stood up abruptly, his voice just as heated. “How could you, Y/N?! You’ve been sneaking around with him? Max of all people?!”

“Excuse me,” Max said, his eyebrows shooting up. “I’m standing right here.”

“Shut up, Verstappen,” Charles growled, his hands balling into fists. “I’ll deal with you later.”

Max wisely decided not to push further, though his lips twitched with the urge to throw in another quip. But this wasn’t the time.

Y/N raised her hands defensively. “Okay, yes, we didn’t tell you. But it’s not like we planned to keep it a secret forever. We just… wanted to figure things out before—”

“You wanted to figure things out?” Charles scoffed, cutting her off. “How about not lying to your brother? When I asked you point blank if something was going on, you looked me in the eyes and said ‘nothing.’ That wasn’t figuring things out—that was straight-up lying!”

“I didn’t want to cause drama when we weren’t even sure where things were going,” Y/N protested, feeling her frustration rise. “It wasn’t the right time—”

“The right time?” Arthur snapped. “The right time would’ve been before the entire internet found out about it!”

Y/N flinched at the sharpness of their words, her shoulders slumping. “Arthur, I—”

“No, Y/N!” Arthur’s voice cracked with frustration. “You don’t get it! We’re supposed to look out for you! And you didn’t even trust us enough to tell us about this.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you guys—”

“Yet here we are,” Charles said coldly.

Y/N glanced at Max, who had been standing quietly behind her, but now stepped forward slightly. Charles’s anger was practically palpable, but Max stood his ground.

“Charles,” Max said calmly, “I know you’re pissed, and you have every right to be. But Y/N’s right—we weren’t ready to tell anyone yet. I’m sorry that you had to find out this way, but—”

Charles cut him off, his eyes blazing with fury. “Sorry? You’re sorry? You’ve been sneaking around with my sister for weeks, and now you’re sorry?”

Max winced slightly, but kept his voice even. “Yes, I’m sorry for how it came out. But I’m not sorry for being with Y/N.”

Charles let out an incredulous laugh, pacing in circles again. “Unbelievable. I knew something was up when you kept making all those comments on her posts, but I thought, no, he wouldn’t—”

“Comments?” Arthur interjected, turning to Y/N. “He was flirting with you publicly and you didn’t think to tell us that maybe, just maybe, something was going on?”

Y/N groaned, rubbing her temples. “You guys are making this into a bigger deal than it is!”

“A bigger deal?” Arthur practically yelled. “Y/N, you’re dating Max freakin’ Verstappen! You’re not allowed to say it’s not a big deal!”

Lorenzo finally stood up from his chair, his expression calm but his tone firm. “Enough, guys. Let’s hear her out.”

Y/N turned toward her oldest brother, her voice softening. “Enzo, I—”

“I’m not mad like these two,” Lorenzo interrupted, nodding toward Charles and Arthur. “But I’m disappointed, Y/N. I thought we had a relationship where you’d come to me first. I’m not as hot-headed as them. I would’ve listened.”

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat. “I’m sorry, Enzo. I didn’t want to hide it. I just—” her voice cracked, “—I didn’t know how to tell you. Any of you.”

Lorenzo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I just don’t want to find out major life updates about my sister through Instagram like the rest of the world.”

Y/N nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I know. I’m sorry.”

Max, seeing Y/N about to break down, stepped forward again, this time more firmly. “Alright, that’s enough,” he said, his voice authoritative in a way none of the Leclerc brothers had heard from him before.

Charles blinked in surprise at Max’s tone. “Excuse me?”

“I said, that’s enough,” Max repeated. “I get that you’re mad, and you have every right to be. But you’re taking it out on Y/N, and it’s not fair to her.”

Arthur frowned, stepping toward Max. “Not fair? She lied to us, Max!”

Max didn’t back down. “She didn’t lie to hurt you. She was just trying to figure things out without being overwhelmed by all of this,” he gestured around at the chaos in the room. “And now, all you’re doing is making her feel worse.”

Charles stared at Max, clearly not used to being challenged like this. “And what? You think you know what’s best for her?”

Max looked him dead in the eye. “I know that I love her. And I’m not going to let you or anyone else make her feel like she did something wrong for wanting to keep this private until she was ready.”

Y/N’s heart swelled at Max’s words. She squeezed his hand, her breath shaky but feeling a sense of relief knowing that Max had her back, even against her own family.

“I would never do anything to hurt her,” Max continued, his voice steady and sincere. “You’ve known me for years, Charles. You know I’m not that kind of guy. I know we’ve always been at each other's throats but I respect Y/N more than anything, and I love her. But this? The way you’re reacting? It’s hurting her. And I’m not going to stand by and let that happen.”

The room fell silent.

For a moment, Y/N’s brothers just stared at Max, stunned by his declaration. Arthur’s scowl had softened into confusion, and even Charles looked like he wasn’t sure what to say. Lorenzo, however, was watching Max closely, his expression unreadable.

After a moment, Lorenzo leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on Max, and cleared his throat.

“You’re serious about this?” Lorenzo asked, his voice casual, but there was a hint of something more in his tone—an underlying test.

Max nodded. “Absolutely. I love her.”

Lorenzo hummed, his fingers tapping the armrest. “Funny, you know… I always thought you were the last person Y/N would end up with, especially since you two have always been picking fights since you were kids. Honestly, the possibility of you two killing each other was greater than you guys falling in love”

“Does that bother you?” Max asked carefully.

Lorenzo shrugged, but there was a sly smile forming on his lips. “I mean… it is a little weird, she’s the girl you hated as a kid not to mention Charles here sees you as a rival, and now you’re what? Going to be his brother-in-law?”

“Lorenzo,” Y/N warned, but her brother’s playful tone was easing some of the tension in the room.

“I’m just saying,” Lorenzo continued, eyes narrowing on Max, “are you prepared for the chaos that comes with that? The media? The scrutiny of dating another driver’s sister? Family dinners where Charles is glaring at you the entire time?”

Max smirked, meeting Lorenzo’s gaze without faltering. “I can handle it.”

“Really?” Lorenzo leaned forward slightly, his expression hard to read. “You know, Y/N’s happiness is my priority. If you screw up…”

“I won’t,” Max interrupted, his voice firm.

Lorenzo stared at him for a few moments longer before leaning back again, finally letting out a chuckle. “Alright, you’ve got guts, I’ll give you that.”

Arthur blinked in disbelief. “You’re… okay with this?”

Lorenzo shrugged, crossing his arms. “He’s a good guy. He’s serious. And he loves her.”

“But—” Charles started, clearly baffled.

“No buts,” Lorenzo cut him off, smiling at Max now. “If Y/N’s happy and you’re treating her right, that’s all that matters.”

Max relaxed slightly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Thanks, Lorenzo.”

Lorenzo nodded, but then his gaze turned playful again. “Just don’t think I won’t be keeping an eye on you.”

Max chuckled. “Fair enough.”

Charles groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I hate this.”

Y/N sighed, walking over to her brother, she placed a hand on his shoulder. “Charles, come on. I know you’re mad, but can we just… try to talk about this without all the yelling? Please?”

Charles lifted his head to look at her, his expression a mixture of frustration and worry. “Y/N, it’s not about the yelling. It’s about him,” he jabbed a finger in Max’s direction, “being the last person I would’ve ever imagined you with. It’s… Max! The guy whose guts you used to hate! Remember how you used to come to me and rant for hours about how annoying he was?!”

Max raised an eyebrow but stayed quiet, letting Y/N handle her brother for now. Arthur, meanwhile, looked like he was trying to process the situation without combusting on the spot.

Y/N knelt down next to Charles, her tone soft but firm. “I get it. I do. Max and I haven’t had the best relationship growing up, and you’ve probably had a lot of ideas about the kind of guy I’d end up with. But I’m not a little kid anymore. I can make my own choices about who I want to be with. And… I chose Max.”

Charles stared at her, his lips pressing into a thin line. “You deserve someone who���s going to take care of you. Not someone who’s been the bane of your existence since you were a teenager.”

Max flinched at that, but Y/N shot Charles a pointed look. “Max does take care of me. You don’t see the way he is with me when we’re alone. He’s kind, he listens, and he makes me laugh even when everything feels overwhelming. He’s not the guy you see on the track when he’s fighting for a championship.”

“And you love him?” Charles asked, his voice quieter now, the anger slowly melting into something else—fear, maybe.

Y/N nodded, her voice softening. “Yeah, I do. I wouldn’t be here, facing you guys of all people, if I wasn’t sure about him.”

Charles sighed, the fight finally leaving his body as he slumped back against the couch. “This is… hard for me, Y/N. I don’t know how to just be okay with this.”

Lorenzo, still watching the conversation unfold, glanced at Max, who hadn’t said anything for a while. “Well, Max, you’ve won over one of us,” Lorenzo said with a smirk. “Now you’ve just got the hard one left.”

Max chuckled but didn’t let the joke distract him. He took a step forward, his eyes meeting Charles’. “Look, I know this isn’t easy for you. But I want you to know something—I care about Y/N. I’m not going to hurt her. I love her, and I’m willing to prove that to you however I need to.”

Charles looked at Max, searching his face like he was waiting for a sign that this was all some big joke. But Max didn’t flinch, didn’t back down. His blue eyes were steady, unwavering.

Arthur, finally breaking his silence, groaned and stood up from the couch. “Great. Now it’s all about love declarations and feelings.” He threw his hands up in exasperation. “What’s next? You’re going to propose right here and now?”

Y/N’s eyes widened in horror, and Max actually looked startled for a second before quickly shaking his head. “No, no! We’re not… I mean, not right now! We’re just… dating.” He glanced at Y/N, who was giving him a look that screamed ‘please don’t freak them out any more than they already are.’

Arthur crossed his arms, giving them both a skeptical look. “Better not be anytime soon. I’m still processing the dating part.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh despite the tension still hanging in the air. “Relax, Arthur. We’re taking things one step at a time.”

Arthur rolled his eyes but finally seemed to be calming down. “Fine, whatever. But if he hurts you, I’ll—”

“Arthur,” Y/N interrupted, giving him a stern look, “enough with the threats. I’m not some fragile doll, and Max is not some villain.”

Max, sensing an opportunity to lighten the mood, grinned at Arthur. “If it helps, I’m terrified of your driving. I wouldn’t dare mess this up.”

Arthur blinked, caught off guard, before letting out a reluctant snort of laughter. “Yeah, well… you should be.”

Charles, still seated on the couch, looked between Y/N and Max. His anger had simmered down, replaced with an expression that was more uncertain than furious. He sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t like this, but… if you really love her, and she loves you… I guess I’ll have to get used to it.”

Y/N smiled softly, her heart swelling with relief. She leaned down to give Charles a hug. “Thank you.”

Charles grumbled but hugged her back, mumbling something under his breath about being too soft on her.

When Y/N pulled away, she looked at Max, who had a small, relieved smile on his face. She walked over to him and laced her fingers with his, feeling like the worst of the storm had passed.

But then Lorenzo cleared his throat, a mischievous glint in his eye. “So, Max. Now that you’ve survived the interrogation… you up for a family dinner tomorrow night?”

Max’s smile froze, and Y/N couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “Enzo!”

“What?” Lorenzo said innocently, grinning at Max’s expression. “It’ll be fun. You can sit next to Charles.”

Max’s eyes flickered to Charles, who was now smirking, and Arthur, who was grinning like a shark circling its prey. He swallowed hard.

Y/N squeezed his hand, trying and failing to hide her amusement. “Don’t worry, Max. I’ll protect you.”

Max’s face softened as he looked down at her. “As long as you’re there, I can handle anything.”

Charles groaned again, slumping dramatically against the couch. “Ugh. This is going to take some serious getting used to.”

Y/N giggled, leaning into Max’s side. She could feel the tension in the room starting to dissipate, though the undercurrent of protective brother energy still lingered. Charles might be softening, but he wasn’t going to let this go easily.

Arthur, however, seemed to be enjoying himself now, grinning like he was plotting something. "Oh, I just had an idea. How about we make family dinner extra fun? Max, you could cook for us."

Max blinked, caught completely off guard. "Wait, what? Me? Cook?"

Y/N shot Arthur a glare. "Arthur, seriously?"

Arthur shrugged, feigning innocence. "What? It’s a fair challenge. If he wants to be part of the family, he should prove he can handle more than just Y/N’s heart. Let’s see if he can handle a stove."

Max chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. "I mean, I can cook, but I don’t think it’ll be Michelin-star worthy. Also… why am I being initiated like this?"

Charles perked up at that, now fully joining in on Arthur’s teasing. "Yeah, Arthur’s right. Let’s see if you can whip up something good enough."

Lorenzo, still watching from his seat, chuckled under his breath. “You guys are impossible. Max, don’t feel pressured—Arthur’s just trying to make you sweat.”

Arthur crossed his arms, giving Max a playful look. "Sweating is part of the test. If he can survive Leclerc family dinner, then maybe we’ll consider not scaring him off."

Max raised an eyebrow, his competitive spirit flickering to life. "Oh, really? You think I can’t handle a little cooking? You forget, I work under pressure all the time."

Y/N bit her lip, trying to hold back her laughter. She could see the gears turning in Max’s head as he started mentally preparing for this ridiculous “initiation.” Charles, Arthur, and Lorenzo all seemed to be loving the idea of testing him, though.

Lorenzo leaned forward, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Alright then, it’s settled. Max will cook for us tomorrow.”

Y/N turned to Max, her eyes wide with faux alarm. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”

Max, however, grinned down at her, the determination in his eyes unmistakable. “Oh, I’m doing this. I’ve survived worse than a kitchen full of Leclerc brothers.”

Charles stood up, a smirk spreading across his face. “Good. I hope you’re ready, Verstappen, because this family doesn’t hold back when it comes to food.”

Max narrowed his eyes, his competitive side now fully engaged. “Challenge accepted.”

Y/N groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I swear, if this turns into a cooking competition where you’re all judging his every move, I’m not saving any of you when Max throws something.”

Arthur laughed, patting Y/N on the back. “Relax, sis. We’re just going to… supervise.”

Y/N gave him a knowing look. “Arthur, your version of supervision is chaos.”

Arthur grinned proudly. “Exactly.”

Max took a deep breath, the weight of tomorrow’s impending dinner sinking in, but he wrapped his arm around Y/N’s shoulders and gave her a reassuring smile. “I’ve handled leading the championship in a tractor this year. I think I can handle your brothers.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Let’s hope so.”

Charles clapped his hands, his smirk still firmly in place. “Alright, now that’s settled, we’ll see you both tomorrow. And Max, just a heads up—if you burn anything, there’s no mercy.”

Max let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “Noted.”

Lorenzo finally stood, walking over to Y/N and pulling her into a warm hug. “We’ll give him a chance, okay?” he whispered quietly, giving her a comforting smile. “But if he makes you happy, that’s all that matters to me.”

Y/N’s eyes softened, and she hugged her brother tightly. “Thanks, Enzo.”

He pulled back, nodding toward Max with a more genuine smile than before. “You’ll do fine, Verstappen. Just don’t poison us.”

Max chuckled. “I’ll do my best.”

Arthur snorted, already heading toward the door. “You better. And no calling in takeout as a backup plan.”

Max shot Arthur a mock glare. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Arthur grinned over his shoulder. “Absolutely.”

As the brothers slowly began to leave, Y/N and Max exchanged a relieved glance. The worst of it seemed to be over, and while the next day’s “family dinner” loomed ahead like a final boss battle, at least they were past the initial fury.

When the door finally closed behind the last of the Leclerc brothers, Y/N collapsed against the wall, letting out a loud sigh of relief. “Well, that went… better than I expected.”

Max laughed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m not sure better is the word I’d use, but we survived.”

Y/N looked up at him, her expression softening. “Thank you… for standing up for me. I know they’re a lot to deal with.”

Max smiled, pulling her into his arms. “They love you. I get that. I just… want them to see that I do, too.”

She melted into his embrace, feeling safe and content for the first time all evening. “They’ll come around. Especially after you win them over with your world-class cooking tomorrow.”

Max let out a playful groan. “Oh, no pressure, huh?”

Y/N giggled, pressing a kiss to his chest. “No pressure at all.”

As they stood there, wrapped up in each other, the chaos of the evening began to fade. Whatever came next—be it family dinners, more brotherly grilling, or even a few cooking mishaps—they’d face it together. Max had proven he wasn’t just messing around with her. He was someone who loved her enough to brave her protective, chaotic family.

And, for Y/N, that meant everything.

y/n_leclerc posted a photo:

Caption: So this is what happens when you stop pretending to hate each other ❤️

Liked by charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1, landonorris, and 420,876 others.

Comments:

user1: 

OMG Y/N AND MAX ARE OFFICIALLY A THING!!! 🎉🎉

user2:

 I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY FINALLY CONFIRMED IT!!! I KNEW IT ALL ALONG! 💖

user3:

Everyone acting shocked when we all knew it was happening! I deserve a medal for being a psychic! 🏅🔮

user4:

This is what I live for! Enemies to lovers is the best trope! 😍💥

user5:

Hold on, they were literally acting like they hated each other two days ago. What happened?! 🤣

user6:

Max and Y/N kissing is all I need to see in my life! 🥺💘

user7:

Y/N, just remember, you're still part of the Ferrari family even if you’re dating a Red Bull! 🔴🐂

redbullracing: 

Welcome to the team, Y/N! We’ve been waiting for you to bring some excitement! 💙

      ↪ scuderiaferrari: 

Not so fast, Red Bull! Y/N is a Ferrari family member for life, no matter who she’s kissing! ❤️

      ↪ maxverstappen1:scuderiaferrari I think I won this battle. 😉

      ↪ y/n_leclerc: Relax, Max. Ferrari has my soul. But you… you have my heart. 😏

      ↪ user8: 

The Red Bull and Ferrari pages are fighting over Y/N now! This is hilarious! 🤣🏁

landonorris: 

THANK THE LORD, the secret’s out! Who knew I’d be sweating bullets just keeping this under wraps? 🙌

user9: 

This is literally the best enemies-to-lovers arc ever! I’m here for it! 😍🙌

user10: 

I can’t believe we’re all witnessing this love story unfold! Best plot twist EVER! 🔮🏆

danielricciardo: 

I’m just glad I won’t have to hear them bicker in the paddock anymore… or at least not as much! 😂

alex_albon: 

y/n, I always knew you had a soft spot for him. Did you hide him in your closet or something? 👀

      ↪ y/n_leclerc: 

SHUT UP, ALEX!

arthur_leclerc: 

Why do I have to see my sister make out with Max on social media? What’s wrong with you two?! 😤

      ↪ charles_leclerc: 

I’m officially traumatized. Thanks a lot, Y/N! 😵

      ↪ y/n_leclerc: 

Sucks to be you 

user11: 

CHARLES AND ARTHUR IN SHAMBLES! Can we get a meme compilation, please?! 🤣

user12: 

This relationship is a chaotic masterpiece and I’m SO HERE for it! 🙌💖

user13: 

PLEASE, I NEED MORE OF THIS CONTENT IN MY LIFE! 😩💞

user14: 

Can’t believe we went from throwing shade to throwing kisses! What a glow-up!

user15: 

MAX AND Y/N KISSING?! WE DID IT, WE SURVIVED THE DRAMA! THIS IS THE MOMENT WE ALL WAITED FOR!

user16: 

If they don’t start a reality show about their chaotic love life, what even is the point of life? 🤔

carmenmmundt: DEVASTATED. How could you do this to me? I thought we had something special. 💔

      ↪ y/n_leclerc: Babe, don’t cry! I’ll dump him for you right now, just say the word. 💅

      ↪ georgerussell63: Y/N, I feel like I should have a say in this, considering she’s my girlfriend?! 😳

      ↪ maxverstappen1: Umm, I should probably be more concerned that my girlfriend’s dumping me in front of the entire world?!

      ↪ georgerussell63: Max, join the club, bro. We’re all being cheated on together.

      ↪ maxverstappen1: What a supportive environment. Thanks.

user17: 

DRIVE TO SURVIVE BETTER HAVE ALL THE TEA! I NEED TO SEE EVERY BIT OF THIS SPECTACLE!

user18: 

Can we talk about how many people owe me money for betting on this relationship? I KNEW IT WOULD HAPPEN!!! 💸

user19: 

I’m going to need a documentary on their journey from enemies to lovers ASAP! This is cinematic gold! 🎬

user20: 

They’re literally the plot twist we didn’t know we needed! I’m SCREAMING! 🤯🎉

lilymhe: I can’t believe this. Y/N’s officially been stolen by a man. This is the worst betrayal since Alex stole my last slice of pizza. 💔

      ↪ y/n_leclerc: Oh please, Lil, you know I love you more than him. 😏💕

      ↪ alex_albon: EXCUSE ME. It was my pizza to begin with!, I feel ATTACKED. Also, I object to this entire conversation!

      ↪ maxverstappen1: Y/N, you can’t just say you love her more after THIS post???

      ↪ lilymhe: Max, sweetie, you were a side quest. She’s back on the main mission.

      ↪ alex_albon: Are we just the side characters now? Did I get downgraded from boyfriend to background noise?”

      ↪ georgerussell63: Oh, 100% background noise, mate. We’re extras in the Carmen-Lily-Y/N show.

      ↪ carmenmmundt: Literally no man can compete with our bond. Sorry boys, it’s over.

      ↪ georgerussell63: Carmen, I’m RIGHT HERE.

      ↪ maxverstappen1: At this point, I’m just happy to be included at all.

y/n_leclerc posted a photo:

Caption: Because Charles told us we couldn’t be lovey-dovey anymore 💋

Liked by charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1, landonorris, and 420,876 others.

Comments:

charles_leclerc: BLOCKED. IMMEDIATELY BLOCKED. WHY MUST YOU TORTURE ME LIKE THIS?!?!

arthur_leclerc:

I DID NOT NEED TO SEE THIS. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU BOTH?!

user21: OH SHE DID NOT. THIS IS PURE PETTINESS AND I AM HERE FOR IT.

user22: This is a personal attack on Charles and Arthur and I’ve never been more entertained in my life.

user23: We manifested this energy and we WON. PETTY QUEEN BEHAVIOR.

lilymhe: Y/N really chose to say ‘I will be insufferable,’ and I respect that deeply.

      ↪ y/n_leclerc: I LIVE to be insufferable. 💅

user24: Why does Max look like the happiest man on earth in every single photo? THIS IS ICONIC.

georgerussell63: I’ve been WAITING for this day. Max finally broke free from the ‘I don't even like her’ phase. Now look at them. Just LOOK.

user25: Enemies to lovers arc COMPLETE. We’ve lived through a Wattpad novel, y’all.

user26: Not Charles saying ‘no PDA’ and Y/N saying ‘hold my phone, let me just post pictures of us KISSING FOR THE WHOLE WORLD TO SEE.

user27: IS THIS A SOAP OPERA?? BECAUSE I’M OBSESSED.

user28: Petty content + Charles screaming in the comments = Pure Entertainment

arthur_leclerc: For real, Y/N, if I have to see ONE MORE photo of you two kissing, I’m deleting social media.

landonorris: Somewhere in Monaco, Charles is punching a wall.

      ↪ maxverstappen1: I’d say worth it. Totally worth it. 😉

      ↪ y/n_leclerc: Anything to see my brothers suffer.

user29: If this isn’t the most chaotic relationship I’ve ever witnessed. And I LOVE it. KEEP GOING.

user30: CHAOS. PETTINESS. ROMANCE. THIS IS WHAT WE SIGNED UP FOR!!

alex_albon: Max, I thought you’d at least try to stop her.

      ↪ maxverstappen1: Alex, have you met her? There’s no stopping this woman.

      ↪ georgerussell63: Imagine Charles’ face when he opened Instagram today… priceless.

      ↪ charles_leclerc:

UNFOLLOWING BOTH OF YOU.

maxverstappen1: Love you, schatje. 😘

      ↪ y/n_leclerc: Love you more, Maxie 😘

      ↪ charles_leclerc:

NO. I CAN’T. GOODBYE. I’M LEAVING INSTAGRAM FOREVER.

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[filiazpink]

🩷"OH PRIMUS,,,"🩷

orion pax x femme + superior! reader x d-16 warnings: suggestive language (like- once but still), darkwing being darkwing, i’m a sucker for cheesy stuff, really minor transformers one spoilers (?)

summary: orion finds himself completely enamored with one of his superiors and d-16 doesn’t really mind it, until one day, you show up at the mines.

a/n: my very first tumblr fic!! i might post this on my AO3 account as well! hope this reached your expectations considering more than 200 people voted for this prompt on my poll  =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇) ill get to some of the other prompts shortly after, i just wanted to know which one would be best to start with (and to properly introduce my writing to tumblr teehee) !! comments and reblogs are highly appreciated !! ENJOY!! 💞💞💞

word count: 1139

proofread: minimal (lemme know if there's any errors!!)

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orion simply couldn't stop thinking about you.

your shiny and colorful armor, your beautiful optics, your height and strength. that voice. the power and authority you had over him. that power rivaled sentinel prime’s in his eyes. everything.

she was simply breathtaking. 

…

“earth to orionnnn, come on, rust bucket!!” pink servos waving at him frantically snapped the red and blue mech out of his trance. focusing his glance, orion watched as elita-1 gave him one of the scariest faces he’s seen yet, followed by d-16 behind her with his arms crossed, looking at his friend with a disappointed expression.

“what’s wrong with you?! you broke protocol, AGAIN!” elita pulled the miner to his feet, groaning in annoyance. orion’s dumb dopey smile quickly turned into a shocked frown and he was about to ask what he did now, but thankfully, his friend answered for him.

“orion, buddy, i know,,, i know you just wanted to save jazz from that explosion but you almost got killed doing that, man.” d-16 looked to the side, avoiding his friend’s gaze.

“you can’t keep doing this, pax. ONE more stunt like this and I’LL be the one to get-”

“what happened here??” elita snapped her head towards the newcomer’s voice, expecting maybe another miner, but her angry scowl quickly faded away once she saw who it was.

it was elita’s superior. 

it was you. 

oh primus, beautiful, amazing, spectacular you. orion felt a rush of warmth cover his face as you walked in along with,,,

oh- with darkwing. of course he was there with you.

STILL- you just showed up with no prompting, and two days in advance no less?? clearly, this was important.

orion fixed his posture and tried to dust off any grime he had on him. d-16 chuckled quietly at his best friend’s excitement, before turning his attention to you.

“(y-y/n)! i thought you were coming to check on our sector in t-two days! i’m so sorry you have to see my team like this i swear it was an accident-” the poor pink bot stammered, much to darkwing’s amusement and to your confusion.

“what accident? the cave collapsing? that’s normal, elita-1. don’t worry about it. you’re telling me it was a complete accident so i will take your word for it.” hearing those words coming from you made elita feel like she was just told that sentinel finally found the matrix of leadership.

“oh, thank you, thank you,,,” orion and d-16 watched as elita continuously thanked her superior, chuckling. 

“well, that means we don’t get our butts kicked too, thank primus miss (y/n) was here.” the red and blue miner said, walking away from the scene with his pal.

“yea and now we can just finish this shift and relax-”

“d-16?” the two stopped in their tracks, slowly turning around in an almost comical way to face the much taller femme bot. 

orion’s servos trembled. he felt embarrassed, he was over here making a fool of himself with how obvious his crush on you was. literally everyone who steps foot in the mines knew about it, aside from, clearly, you. heck, even darkwing seemed to know, considering that despite his optics not being visible, he clearly was glaring at the cog-less bot.

or maybe it was just his usual routine of hating them.

d-16, however, gulped and let out the tiniest of “yes?”. ohhh boy, what now?? did she assume that the cave collapsing was his doing?? did darkwing tell her that-

“you’re at the top of your ranks here, correct?” his train of thought was interrupted by your soft voice, watching as you knelt down to his height, placing a hand on his shoulder, which shocked him a bit. orion stared at the polished hand on his best friend’s rusted shoulder with envy, his optics narrowing just a smidge.

“i already spoke to elita about this, but i also want you to hear it. i’ve heard some great things about you, and how you excel amongst your ranks. so i just wanted you to hear this.” d-16 felt frozen.

‘what is this,,, feeling? my face is burning,,’ oh indeed it was. his face flushed in a deep blue as he anxiously waited for your next words. just your soothing voice got him like this and he simply couldn’t understand why.

“,,, i need you.”

,,,

WHAT???

the first to react was darkwing, who let out a very outraged grunt of confusion, as if you just cheated on him with a MINER of all people in his face, followed by elita, the other miners and orion gasping, everyone turning their heads towards the two.

“,,,w-what?” the gray miner’s voice box barely even processed his astonished question. he felt as if his circuits were frying up by how hot he felt. 

orion’s expression showed bewilderment and a hint of betrayal. this,,, wasn’t fair?? well- he knew it wasn’t d-16 who said that to you, but he still couldn’t help but feel jealous.

he wished it could have been him.

but then finally, you realized what you just said and removed your hand from the shorter bot’s shoulder, standing up straight and bumping into darkwing’s chest armor. “oh- p-please excuse me. i- uh, i chose my words wrong.” 

the onlookers decided to stop eavesdropping, realizing it was a simple mistake on your part. that made orion sigh in relief, which didn’t go unnoticed by d-16. but his attention was quickly brought back to you.

“my apologies, i- i would never say such things- not during work hours, i’m sorry- what i meant to say, i need you- as in i need you to help keep up the good work to motivate the other miners to do the same. it helps your ranks as it helps mine if we all put our parts to make a difference. s-so, yea.” you looked around, avoiding eye contact, a small blush remaining on your face. both miners nearly swooned at such a cute expression on your face.

“i just needed to do an early check up according to sentinel, that’s all. thought i’d try and give some pep talk and you can see i have to work on that,,” you giggled before clearing your throat and staring down at the mesmerized bots.

,,,

“goodbye.” and with that being said, you quickly marched back to the main exit with a very, VERY jealous darkwing in tow. 

orion turned his gaze to his best friend, who watched you depart with a dreamy look on his face. the red and blue bot sighed and gently shook his shoulder.

“d?,,,” oh he knew. 

he recognized that stare. the same stare he gave when he saw anything megatronus prime related, that same glimmer in his optics. it was that same spark that orion had when he first saw you.

oh primus.

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Spicy chatting with Stan and Ford? Consider this ask my vote for that ❤️💙

(Love your writing, I've lurked for a while and finally remembered to follow)

sexting Stan and Ford headcanons

2 part of this

also thank you so much <3 im so glad to know you enjoy my writing !

tagging : @nekovmancer

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Stan Pines

✧ he tries. god, does he try. but his texts are a combination of filthy and absolutely unhinged, it’s straight to “doll im sittin' here thinkin’ 'bout how good you’d look bent over my desk.”

✧ typically sends a blurry pic of his bare chest, captioned, “betcha wanna get your hands on this masterpiece, huh?" and you’re just staring at the picture like. . . gosh, Stan, who took this? did he set a fucking timer? he looks hot though 

✧ so yeah Stanley sends you photos, usually unprompted and always blurry because he’s just an old man, dear, what did you except?? his clothes half-open, pants unzipped just enough to give you a peek of what’s underneath and next message is: “betcha wanna see the whole thing, huh? be a good girl and ask nice.”

✧ texts you in the middle of the day: “gonna bend you over the kitchen counter tonight babe. make you cum on my fingers before I even think about putting my cock in you. whaddaya think?”

✧ he loves it when you’re bold, you send him something like: “what if I sit on your face instead?” and he’s instantly typing back: “doll, don’t threaten me with a good time. ya know I’d keep ya there till your legs give out.”

✧ Stan worships your photos. you send him a quick pic of you in bed and he replies immediately: “FUCK look at you. LOOK at THAT body. im gonna make you regret sending me that when im back. you better be ready for this cock, doll, ‘cause im not holding back.”

✧ a huge tease tbh, he wants you to beg. “tell me what you want, sweetheart. you want me to spread those legs and eat you out until you’re shaking? or maybe you want this thick cock filling you up?“

✧ “you’re touching yourself right now, aren’t ya? cant stop thinkin bout me pounding into you, huh? go ahead, baby. lemme know how bad you want it.”

✧ he’s got no shame about jerking off while texting you, you say one dirty thing, and he’s already: “jesus fucking christ, you’re killin me here, doll. im so fuckin hard right now. If you were here, I’d have you on your knees, taking care of me like the good girl you are.”

✧ Stan’s aftercare starts in the texts. so after he’s talked you through your orgasm, his messages turn soft. “that’s my girl, bet you look real pretty all flushed and satisfied. get some rest, doll you’re gonna need it when I get home.”

✧ Stan LOVES it when you play hard to get. “cmon, baby, don’t leave me hangin’. I swear, I’ll make it worth your while when I get my hands on you again.” but when you finally cave and give him a little, just a little, taste of what you want, his reply is “yeah that’s better, let me see that pussy of yours. you know I can make you feel good. let me prove it.”

✧ as you have already understood, this man is shameless, and he knows he’s good at getting under your skin.

“been thinkin’ about that pretty little cunt of yours, doll. what’s it gonna take to get my face buried there tonight?

✧ if you send him something back, it’s over. he’s going to double down with something that makes your toes curl. “you don’t know how badly I wanna fuck that smart mouth of yours until you forget your own name.” 

✧ the man is a sucker for dirty talk. he loves it when you tease him back, but he’s the most eloquent in his replies

✧ “If I was there right now, you wouldn’t be able to get a single word out. id have you moanin’ so loud they’d hear you down the street. you like the sound of that?”

✧ “you know I could really go for you in that tiny skirt of yours right now. make you bend over and fuck you while you’re still wearin’ it.” damn

✧ he’s a man of action. his texts are short and right to the point. “im gonna make you scream my name tonight, sweetheart. better be ready.”

✧ sends you something filthy right out of the blue. "you’re really makin' it hard for me to concentrate on work, baby. every time I close my eyes, all I can think about is the way you looked last night, riding me till you couldn’t walk.”

✧ if you send him a picture, especially if you’re in lingerie or something that shows just the right amount of skin, he goes wild. “WOAH, sweetheart. you’re gonna make me LOSE IT. I wanna tear that off you and fuck you right here RIGHTJ NOW.” the author's spelling has been preserved.

✧ a lot messages like: “tell me, doll, what color are those panties you got on right now?“

✧ but the minute you call him on his antics in person, he’s all cocky smirks and “ya can’t blame me for wantin’ to spoil my favorite girl, can ya?”

bonus 

Stan: hey doll, you up?

You: it’s 1 AM Stan

Stan: exactly

Stan: perfect time to talk about what you’d look like on top of me 

You: …smooth 

Stan: c’mon don’t act all shy

Stan: you were thinkin’ it too. bet you’re wearin’ somethin’ cute right now, huh?

Stan: or nothin’. nothin’s good too! 👍👍👍

You: why are you always texting me at the most unholy hours?

Stan: unholy?? c’mon sweetheart i’m just here tryna spread a little late night joy

Stan: i was thinkin’ about you though

Stan: well. you. and about how that sweet little mouth of yours looked last night

You: oh my godd

Stan: what?! it’s the truth

Stan: bet you’d look even better right now

You: you’re horrible

Stan: and you’re fuckin’ gorgeous

Stan: now be a good girl and tell me what you’re wearin

You: literally in my pajamas Stan

Stan: cute

Stan: betcha look sweet all wrapped up in blankets… though you’d look sweeter wrapped around me instead

You: fuck

You: Stan! 

Stan: what? i’m just bein’ honest. you want me to lie? fine! i’m thinkin’ about taxes. there. happy?

You: oh, shut up old man 

Stan: nah i’d rather talk about how soft your thighs are. how they’d feel so good squeezin’ around my head. c’mon, sweetheart, gimme somethin’. don’t make me do all the heavy liftin’ here

You: only if you promise to return the favor

you smirk, biting your lip, already excited because god you love playing hard to get with this man. so you let the moment linger just long enough to make him squirm before snapping a photo, of course you were lying bout pajamas and Stan damn knew, he felt 

you send the picture: lacy panties of your favourite colour barely covering anything, paired with an oversized sleep shirt that’s slipping off your shoulder

Stan: holy fuckin shit

Stan: you’re gonna make an old man’s heart give out

You: what, you don’t like it? :(

Stan: don’t like it? baby i’m gonna FRAME this picture and hang it on my wall

Stan: better yet i’m gonna print it out and carry it around so i can show off what’s mine

You: wtf that’s absurd

Stan: no what’s absurd is how hard i am right now. fuck, baby, you’re gorgeous. every inch of ya

You: your turn, old man

You: prove it 

you don’t expect him to actually follow through, but then your phone buzzes

Stan: look at what you’re gonna get, babe. and it’s all yours

a photo. exactly what you imagined: poorly lit, shot from a slightly awkward angle, but still breathtaking and so damn hot. his cock is thick and heavy in his hand, flushed and glistening at the tip, veins are prominent, pulsing down the shaft, and his fingers, broad, calloused, strong, wrap around it like he’s ready to ruin you as he strokes himself 

your mouth goes dry, you blink at the screen, your lip caught between your teeth. hell, you’ve seen him before, touched him, tasted him, but this photo is something else entirely. your fingers twitch like they want to reach through the phone because you’d crawl through the damn screen if you could

your fingers hover over the keys, trying to think of something clever to say, but the words won’t come. thighs clenching instinctively as you just stare at the screen.

You: okay, not bad, old man

Stan: NOT BAD?!

Stan: sweetheart, you’re lyin’ through your teeth. i know you’re sittin’ there soakin’ through those little lace panties of yours

You: please, you think one dick pic is enough to faze me 

Stan: oh, is that right? big talk comin’ from someone who’s gonna be beggin’ for it by the end of this

You: you wish old man

Stan: nah I know. let me paint you a picture, sweetie

Stan: you, spread out under me, that pretty little pussy so wet i can hear it every time i slide in. your legs wrapped so tight around me like you’re scared i’m gonna pull away. and me, fillin’ you up so deep you can feel me in your fuckin’ throat

and there your smugness falters

You: oh god

You: Stan

Stan: what’s the matter? 

Stan: cat got your tongue? betcha you’re soaked right now, huh? sittin’ there with that pretty little pussy all wet, wishin’ i was there to fill ya up

Stan: admit it, baby. your fingers aren’t even enough. you’re mine. every inch of you belongs to me and i’m gonna remind you of that the second i get my hands on ya

You: you’re not winning this old man

Stan: heh sweetheart, i already HAVE

your fingers fumble on the keyboard as you type, cheeks burning

You: please come

Stan: there you go, now that’s my girl 

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Ford Pines

✧ he starts out so awkward it’s painful. you’ll send him something suggestive, and he’ll reply with: “Oh. Well. That’s… intriguing.” Intriguing, Ford? seriously?

✧ as we all know, Ford overthinks everything! it takes him forever to hit send because he’s convinced he’ll say something wrong and he’s so fucking nervous

✧ but as soon as he feels comfortable, he’s sending you long, well thought out messages full of science-y talk about how he wants to make you feel, because of course he’s analyzing you in a way. “I’ve been reading up on the physiological responses of the body during… how should I put this?… intimate interactions. Your body would likely respond most positively to the—” and then he gets really filthy without realizing it

✧ but Ford, dear sweet Ford, doesn’t always realize just how much of an effect his words have on you. if he’ll start spouting off his deep thoughts, you’ll send him, “Ford, I swear to god, if you don’t stop talking, I’m going to need to change my sheets.

✧ absolutely loves when you tease him, but he also knows how to turn it back on you. “Good girl, now tell me exactly what you’d like me to do to you, in vivid detail. I’m taking notes.”

✧ "I’d have you on your knees, darling. Holding you by the hair while I take you deep, slow. You’d love every second of it, wouldn’t you?"

✧ Ford LOVES playing the “I’m going to ruin you slowly” card. It gets under your skin every time. “You won’t be able to think about anything else when I’m done with you. I’ll have you begging for more.”

✧ you’ll send him a flirty text and two minutes later, he’s sent back an entire paragraph detailing how he’d peel your clothes off and worship you from head to toe

✧ as I said, he’s so damn descriptive, I mean bro literally wrote 3 journals, it’s easy for him. “I’d kiss my way down your stomach, slow enough to make you squirm. My fingers would trace your thighs, spreading you open so I could take my time tasting you, savoring every—” you’re already screaming into your pillow

✧ surprisingly filthy when he gets really needy and horny. long messages about exactly what he wants to do to you or what he wants you to do to him

✧ Ford is a huge fan of getting into your mind before he even thinks about touching you. he wants to know what makes you tick, what gets you wet, what turns you on mentally first

✧ he tries to stay composed, but the second you tease him, his composure shatters. you send him a pic, maybe just a peek of your thighs and he’s breathless: “What are you doing to me, darling? Do you have any idea how hard I am right now? I can’t stop imagining those legs wrapped around me while I’m making love to you, God help me.”

✧ “i would love to feel the warmth of your skin beneath my fingers as I slowly undress you. I’ll start by trailing kisses down your neck, your chest, until I reach the sweet spot between your thighs. Would you let me do that, darling?”

✧ embarrassingly vocal about how much he needs you. you’ll get texts like:

“I can’t concentrate on anything. I keep thinking about how tight and wet you felt around me last night. We need to make love again.” and then, seconds later:

“Please tell me you’re touching yourself right now. I need to know you’re thinking about me while you do it.”

✧ “God, I’d give anything to have my cock inside you right now.”

✧ If you send him a spicy picture, he just about short-circuits. “You’re exquisite. I need to see more.”

✧ “You don’t even realize the effect you have on me, do you? I’d ruin you in the most wonderful ways, darling.” you’re a puddle in seconds.  

✧ Ford loves when you’re explicit with him. if you’ll text him something like: “I want your cock so deep I forget my own name,” you’ll get: “Careful what you wish for, darling. I’ll have you screaming it by the time I’m done with you.”

✧ If you ever send him something too really dirty, all your fantasies and wishes, expect him to stare at your text, blink for a second, then type back: “That’s... unexpected. But I’m very intrigued. You must have an incredible imagination.” 

✧ sometimes Ford gets real quiet after a particularly hot conversation, nervous even. “I shouldn’t have sent that… I’m sorry if I…”

“Ford, don’t you dare apologize. I love it.”

bonus

Ford: Are you still awake, darling?

You: what do you think?

Ford: Well, considering you’re answering me, I’d say yes. I must say, you’ve been a distraction all day, sweetheart. I just keep replaying the way your skin felt under my hands the last time we touched… the sounds you made when I kissed you, your thighs.

You: sounds like you’re the distracted one, Doctor Pines

Ford: You’re the most beautiful distraction imaginable. Entirely your fault.

you smirk at the screen as an idea strikes

You: how’s this for distracting?

you send the picture: legs spread wide, your pussy glistening under soft light with two fingers pressing yourself open just enough to expose everything. you know Ford’s obsessive attention to detail, the way he adores every curve and line of you. oh god he’ll lose his mind over this

but. . . 

Ford doesn’t reply immediately. one minute. two now. the anticipation builds and your stomach twists.

You: …

You: Ford?

You: oh my god, say something!

You: was it too much? too forward?

five agonising minutes later, your phone lights up.

Ford: Darling… You are beautiful. Utterly perfect. Forgive my silence, I needed a moment to… compose myself.

You: five minutes of silence isn’t exactly reassuring, Ford

Ford: I assure you, I was not silent in my head.

You: damn

You: thought I broke you there

Ford: You nearly did. It’s taking all my willpower to stay coherent.

You: old man ur making me blush

Ford: I’m sorry! I wouldn’t dream of embarrassing you, my dear. I’d rather make you tremble with pleasure.

You: you really like it that much?

Ford: I’m obsessed, love. Now, listen carefully. Take those fingers, sweetheart. Slowly. I want you to trace circles around your little clit, soft and teasing. No rushing.

and of course you obey

You: im so sensitive rn Ford

Ford: Good, honey. Yeah, nice and slow.

You: like this?

Ford: Exactly like that. Does it feel good, darling? Tell me.

You: so good im already so wet for you 

Ford: Good. Now, slide one of those fingers inside. Don’t go too deep yet. Just enough to feel it.

You: fuck, Ford 

You: feels amazin

Ford: That’s my girl. Now, add another. Stretch yourself out for me, darling. I want you to imagine it’s my fingers instead. Feel how I’d curl my fingers to touch you just right, all your sweet spots. Don’t stop until I tell you to.

You: :((

Ford: Sweetheart? What’s wrong?

You: it’s not the same

You: you’ve got six fingers, i can’t make it feel like you

Ford: Ah, my darling… that’s terribly unfair of me, isn’t it? You’re right. No one else can touch you the way I can. But I promise, when I’m there, I’ll make it up to you tenfold. For now, let’s keep going. I want you to use your fingers, sweetheart. Make yourself feel good for me, pleasure yourself. Please. Slide them deep and tell me how it feels.

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hi so~~ this is kinda weird, I know, this was posted like 1 1/2 years ago... basically I was inspired enough to draw this piece way back then, as well as another doodle of said Lizzy Girl Band, cause I loved that too. but I never found the time to finish that doodle, and I forgot about it and moved on with my WIPS. I have now found this again, and so I better just post it now before too much time passes and I end up disliking it.

also, thank you to everyone who voted on which mistake is worse😅 unfortunetly the majority does not care about Europeans/j

Sebastian and O!Ciel but with the Goofy Movie.

5 hours into the drive...Sebastian’s sulking because he had his heart set on their father-son trip to the World Cat Museum, but O!Ciel just wants to attend the pop concert his crush Lizzy Midford is holding with her girl band.

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➸ INTERESTS; -jjk! nanami kento x f!reader

➸ BACKGROUND; -not any plot truly, just straight smut, making love late at night MY FAV!! (im a whole virgin)

➸ WARNINGS; - wc.2.4k, kissing, teasing, riding, fingering, p in v, nipple play, sucking, whining, bla bla bla

➸a.i; - omg new oneshot!! i made a poll asking who i should write abt this morning and 100 votes came in for my sexy baby daddy so im here to feed u guys!! xoxo

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You awoke in the middle of the night to your phone ringing softly, the vibrations from it on your nightstand making you get up. As you turned to grab your phone, the call ended, you only muttered to yourself as you were now sat up in your bed. You held your phone in your hand, realizing the call was from your close friend and checked the time.

1:13am, you read with a squint, still trying to adjust to the dimly lit screen this late at night.

There were only two reasons as to why she could call you this late. She was either having intrusive thoughts about breaking contact with her ex, or she was calling to tell you how drunk she was at her apartment, and she wants you to come and accompany her. You stood up, grabbing your soft silk robe from your closet door and stepped out of the room.

You made your way over to the kitchen, dialing her number back and waiting for her to answer. You grabbed a water bottle and opened it when she soon answered. Rambling on about how drunk she was and how much fun she was having, saying she didn't want you to miss out on it and for you to come over to her place, you only smiled and shook your head.

"It's past 1am, I was asleep when you called, you need to get some sleep too unless if you don't plan on clocking in later." You spoke, drinking from your bottle as you listened to her ramble, sadly it's as if she hadn't heard a single word you said.

She was always like this honestly; you couldn't blame her. Between the two of you someone had to be outgoing and crazy enough to do things like this. You could never be mad at her for it though, it was sweet honestly, even when she was intoxicated, she always had you in mind.

The conversation between the two of you soon wrapped up, as she assured you, she wasn't alone and was with her brother. She even facetimed you as proof and to which you spoke to her brother for a while. Thankfully he was a little more responsible than she was, assuring you that the night had ended, and the drinks were being put away so his sister could rest.

You only thanked him and wished him a goodnight, as he did in return to you and you said goodbye to your friend, waving as you heard the call click. You finished your water bottle and went to place the bottle in the shared recycle can you had in the kitchen before feeling two firm arms snake their way around your waist.

You only smiled, knowing exactly who it was as you were used to this multiple times before. You placed your hands over his arms and squeezed, earning a tired grunt from him as he bent down to kiss the top of your head.

"If you weren't my fiancé I would've screamed when you touched me y'know?" You joked, feeling him smile against the top of your head, he let go of your waist as you let go of his arms and he placed his hand in yours. He soon guided you out of the kitchen and back to the shared bedroom you two had, the dim lights from outside helping you to see his figure perfectly.

Your fiancé was a well-kept man, perfectly built as if sculpted by the gods. Honestly, even as a woman you were envious of his body, but when compared to others you were considered lucky, very lucky. So, you couldn't push it too much, because they were right, you were lucky.

"Come back to bed" Kento spoke, now entering your bedroom and sitting on your side of the bed where you were previously resting. You only smiled at him as you placed your phone back down on the nightstand, he never let go of your free hand, pulling you near him.

"You're such a flirt" you said to him, watching his every move. He only hummed in response and kissed your palm as you made your way on top of him, straddling him now. His other hand made its way to your lower back, now keeping you in place as his kisses traveled higher, from your palm to your arm and now your shoulder, not removing his eyes from yours.

You looked away nervously, feeling a familiar tingle in your lower belly, you knew exactly what he was doing. He soon placed his hand from your lower back onto the back of your neck, slowly bringing your head down to kiss him passionately. It felt nice, he felt nice, you couldn't complain, nor could you just turn or look away from him, you were captivated by him.

You were the first to pull away, your breathing heavy as you looked at him, he still kept his hand on the back of your head. He only pushed your head back for your lips to connect yet again, but not kissing the same as before. It was wet and sloppy, your tongues practically fighting-

no,

Dancing with one another, and it only made the weak feeling within your lower belly stronger as he moved his hands, now gripping both sides of your hips as he kissed you eagerly. You quickly pulled away, covering your mouth and wiping out of embarrassment as a small line of saliva dripped from it and down to your chin.

He only looked at you with a cheerful smile, loosening his grip on your hips and began to tug on your robe, wanting it to come off. In all seriousness, you weren't even properly dressed, without the robe you only had on a small black tank-top and red panties.

You let go of him for an instant, taking off your robe and tossing it, he smirked in approval. As you straddled him again you could feel him underneath you, the friction becoming unbearable as he continued to rub himself against one of your most vulnerable places. Well not him genuinely speaking, it was his co-

"Can I play with you baby? Just for a little while?" He asked, looking into your eyes and then your lips for an answer. You responded with a 'yes', soon after biting your bottom lip and watching his movements. Now seated in the middle of the bed you two shared he began to kiss your skin above your collarbone while you grinded on him, both of you partially clothed and breathing heavily.

He had gone to bed with nothing but his boxers on, but now he was threatening to take them off in one quick move, unable to bear the teasing anymore. His hands roamed your body, teasing your nipples through your top as you mewled softly, grabbing his wrist softly as you guided his hand lower to your now wet spot on your underwear.

Throughout the time of your twos dirty work not a word was spoken to one another, well, barely. You had known each other's bodies well enough and exactly what you craved, Kento knew this and quickly got to work, unbuttoning the one small button that was practically ready to burst out from his erection, letting it spring out free.

When you moved back a little to look at it, it looked like he was in pain. Like painfully hard, honestly this wasn't the first time, but it was sweet seeing how you had him this intense every time, he never seized to amaze you. He began to tug at your underwear, to which you got off the bed, standing up as he watched your every move.

You bent over, hooking your thumbs into the hems of your underwear where they sat nice and pretty on your hips, shimmying a little as you pulled them all the way down to your ankles and stepped out of them. You slowly made your way back onto the bed and on top of Nanami once again, who only looked at you in awe, and maybe hunger.

You only cupped your hands on both of his cheeks before kissing him again, this time he kept a hand on your hip as another one found its way to your core. He cupped it softly as you jolted slightly, feeling his middle finger brush against your clit. He smiled into the kiss, placing his thumb over your clit and rubbing it gently, feeling the vibrations of you grunting and moaning in his mouth.

You pulled away, keeping a hand over your mouth yet again and his own mouth as you felt him insert a finger inside you. Immediately pushing up into you as far as he could, watching as your shivered slightly, and removed your hand from his mouth, moaning into your hand. He soon removed his hand from your hip and grabbed your wrist, removing your hand from your mouth and kissed your palm yet again.

Within a short period of time, you felt an immense amount of pressure build up inside of you, making you immediately want to shut your legs. (Un)fortunately, your fiancé had already caught onto this, quick to hold one of your legs apart as he now quickened his pace, smirking at you.

He soon grabbed a hold on your tank-top after you promised to not close your legs, lifting and revealing your hardened nipples to him and the cold air of the room. He chuckled to himself slightly as he stuck his tongue out, teasing you and watching as your back arched before sucking on them and inserting another finger.

You quickly grabbed onto his shoulders, now riding his fingers as you were trying your best to reach your high and quickly, knowing he wouldn't let you cherish this bliss moment for long. He soon began to lick your upper torso, the sweat beads that rolled off your body were his to consume, as if your entire body was a drug he was high on.

It was as if you had jinxed it because just seconds before you were ready to cum, he quickly removed his fingers from within you, keeping his thumb on your clit and coming to a full stop in movement. Before you were even able to stop your moans and begin your whining and protests, he aligned his cock with your entrance.

Without warning or count he quickly thrusted himself inside, halting and burying himself within your chest as he moaned along with you, your nails now digging deeper into his shoulders. You had completely forgotten how vocal Kento was, damn near as vocal as you, and you loved every moment of it.

"No condom?" You gasped, now playing with his hair as he kept his head between year breasts, slowly moving inside you. He only shook his head slightly, bringing his head back up and looking you in the eyes and kissing you.

"You're to be my wife, no? Whatever my wife wants she gets." He only stated, now thrusting sloppily into you as you moaned. You attempted to bounce back on him while he thrusted into you, just for him to wrap both of his arms tightly around your bottom and thrust into you even harder.

Now repeating his earlier actions and sucking on your nipples, watching as you unraveled within his arms, only getting more turned on by the sight. His mouth now moved to your neck, giving you several hickeys and wet sloppy kisses.

As he quickened his pace you tapped his chest lightly, feeling the same blissful feeling as before coming back, your lower abdomen feeling as if it was floating while the rest of your body was hot and shaking. He only smiled, taking this as the most perfect time to tease you.

"M'gonna get you pregnant. It's what my wife wants, yeah? My baby is gonna grow right here..." He teased, placing his right hand on your belly and rubbing it as you mewled, nodding your head before you bent slightly, placing your head on his shoulder. Your high was approaching with great force and speed, barely able to contain it anymore.

"My beautiful girl is gonna be a mommy, are you excited baby? You excited that I get to fill you up?" He cooed, now rubbing your back with one hand and placing the other over your lower abdomen, pressing down slightly as your moans became louder. You hummed in response, nodding vigorously as your high had approached, exclaiming loudly, biting down on Kento's shoulder to control yourself as your body spasmed.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head for only a moment, soon after you came down, your breathing ragged. His thrusts had now slowed down, becoming sloppier than before as he began to breath heavier, his orgasm not far behind from yours.

As verbal as he was before he wasn't that way now, focused on reaching his orgasm as he screwed his eyes shut, taking deep breaths. As your head rested on his shoulder you too began to moan aloud and grunt softly, his thrusts overstimulating you as you had just come down from your orgasm.

You quickly began to clench around his cock, attempting to make him reach his high sooner, which worked. He buried his face alongside your side as he huffed, muttering a series of words, words of praise if you will, before completely reaching his orgasm. His last thrust sent shivers down your spine as he came inside of you, not leaving a single drop to waste, staying inside of you for a moment before pulling out and kissing your shoulder.

"Are you alright?" He asked, as you pulled away, looking at him and smiling, nodding to him as you brushed his hair away from his face, that had to stuck to his temple from his sweat. He smiled softly at you, seeing your tired expression and actions before fixing your side of the bed to sleep before joining you on his side.

You two exchanged little to barely any conversation between drifting off to sleep, his arms wrapped around you as you rested on his chest. You both had thought of the idea of cleaning up in the shower or changing into new clothes, but you were too exhausted to do so.

The last thing you can vividly remember before drifting off to sleep was how you were going to hide the love bites and hickeys he had given you before work the following morning. Scarves or giant sweaters weren't even in the question as it was the middle of the summer, and you sweat easily.

You'd find out when you got there.

✴🕷 please do not copy, plagiarize, edit, or translate any works submitted by me. all works are originated and all other pictures used within those works are online images. thank you!! @kryptznnn