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maplesyrupsainz · 1 month

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pairing: lando norris x fem reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au

warnings: none just fluff!

summary: in which she finally gives him a chance, or in which he is sunshine and she is midnight rain 🌧️

a/n: LOVEEE THISSSS lowkey

request!!!: Lando with a girlfriend who plays very hard to get and Lando is down bad for her and will quiye literally do anything just to take her out?????

fc: beabadoobee

my masterlist

instagram ->

alex_albon

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alex_albon an old friend and her cats

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user1 omg so cute who is she

user2 alex's childhood friend !!!

user3 y/n cameo!!! it's been ages

lilymhe i love miso and kimchi so much

yourusername THEY LOVE YOU

alex_albon im cuter than the cats

yourusername in your dreams perhaps

lilymhe im not saying anything...

user4 lily and alex cutest couple ever

user5 FAV WAG

messages ->

txts between alex & lando !!!

instagram ->

yourusername

liked by lilymhe, landonorris, and 18,163 others

yourusername life 🍸

tagged: yourbff, friend1, lilymhe

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lilymhe beaut girl

yourusername ily

friend1 drinks again soon

yourusername you alr kneowwww!!!

user6 lando norris in her likes?

user7 peep lando

yourbff omg hot hot hot hottttttt

yourusername oh stop it u

lilymhe posted a story

liked by landonorris, yourusername, and 97,173 others

user8 widdol miso 🥺

alex_albon miss you

lilymhe shush it's been 2 hrs

user9 she's so cute

messages ->

txts between lily & lando !!!

txts between lando & you !!!

instagram ->

yourusername

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yourusername cute weekend 🎀

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friend1 ilysm

yourusername ilyyyy

lilymhe miss u

yourusername imy i'll see u at silverstone :))

alex_albon UR COMING??

yourusername yes u literally begged me i dont have a choice....

lilymhe YEY

user10 AWW cutest friendship ever

user11 can't wait to see her in the paddock wtf

messages ->

txts between max (fewtrell) & lando !!!

txts between lando & you !!!

instagram ->

landonorris posted a story

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alex_albon what the hell

landonorris heyy alex

alex_albon I SAID NO

landonorris 🥺

alex_albon get a job stay away from her

user12 who is she

user13 OMG Y/N?!!!

maxfewtrell down bad

twitter ->

instagram ->

yourusername posted a story

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alex_albon 😍

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landonorris you're at silverstone?

yourusername yupp

landonorris wouldn't be opposed to a visit from u

yourusername really? which garage is it

landonorris ...mclaren

yourusername ohh right yea my bad

user20 SO CUTEEEE

user21 OMG y/n & lily hanging out at silverstone so cute

landonorris posted a story

liked by yourusername, lilymhe, and 274,826 others

lilymhe awww you love her

maxfewtrell can't even tell if she likes you or not

landonorris the mixed signals are mixed signalling

maxfewtrell nah she's playing hard to get

landonorris don't say that it fuels my delusions

user22 ONG THIS IS REALLY CUTE

user23 ARE U DATING HER

yourusername wow im gonna get so many followers now

landonorris are you using me for clout?

yourusername jury still out

lilymhe 📍 silverstone

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lilymhe i won't tell you my favourite part of the weekend

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yourusername why? was it me?

alex_albon obviously not

lilymhe 🤫

user24 they have double date potential tbh

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user25 lando liking this omg he's down astronomically bad

user26 new fav fourple jus droppedddd

user27 all i wanna know is if lando is dating y/n

alex_albon same

landonorris same

user28 HAHAA WHAT

landonorris 📍 silverstone

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landonorris p4 at the home race can't complain

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user29 AHHH ILY LANDO

user30 omg y/n grid post

user31 THE RED PANDA

user32 omg??? y/n's red panda??????

yourusername omg my baby!!!

landonorris she misses u

yourusername return her to me this instant

landonorris ok fine. wuu2 tonight then?

yourusername im free at 7.

user33 I KNOW THEY AINT TALKING ABOUT THAT JELLYCAT

user34 omg lando got rizz???

user35 lando is so down bad it's insane

messages ->

txts between alex lily & you !!!

instagram ->

yourusername

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yourusername she's a red panda and her name is rosie 🎋 and that's just some guy

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user36 OMG ROSIE RED PANDA

user37 OMG??? y/n finally acknowledging lando?

user38 omg such a cute carousel

lilymhe sooo playing hard to get worked out?

yourusername 🤫

user39 AWWW STOPPP

user40 her finally giving up her cool act to be cutesie with lando 🥺

alex_albon some guy sounds about right

landonorris she's actually on about you

alex_albon sure 🙄

yourusername no comment

user41 ARE THEY DATING

landonorris helllll yeaaaahhhhhhh

yourusername no comment!!! (yes)

user42 SCREAM at their two personalities

THE END 🧡

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maraczeks · 1 year

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#end of year review except this is probably the most Lived™️ year and i wanna whisper it #jan - got sc*mend hated myself but also i watched the newsroom and went to seattle w renata!!!#feb - turned 20 🤢 but i met the reid's this month that's all i remember spring sem was a blur #march - spring break i watched the newsroom again but i don't remember the experience also dc and cherry blossoms and prepping clue week aw #april - agong passed away i don't remember a lot else oh and started wr*ting because of that :( still remember watching chuck finale w laura #and tash that night :( mightve declared music major this month also i know i started working on the concerto #may also a blur at this point having met the reid's every week and jamie's hug when i gave her the snacks 🥺🥺 also maple and curo aw finals #etc being saur excited for ireland and bath omg but ten days in charlottesville and then IRELANDDD cliffs of moher my home #june bath program literally best housemates rereading austen and mhairi so good gojng to london and oxford genuinely so good i love travel a #and pubs and yeah just so many treasured memz #july getting covid 😭😭 terrible worst time of my life being alone in my parents house no actually like i realized i really hated myself lolol #aug wisdom teeth removed 😭😭 july/aug a blur seeing hs friends visitng angela's convent aw sunsets and then driving cross country with my par #parents bruh... cannot believe we did that and then ra training #sept also a blur lots of hanging in anna and ty's room not the most exciting classes idk that was so long ago but ohhh picnics and kayaking #w the reid's and then hurricane weekend and spending like the whole afternoon w them sweet sweet times #oct terrible busy packed taking my harp out every weekend ew but it got restrung ! weddings were also really fun but ya too busy then hallow #oh i forgot howloscream <3 and then i got sick and wmso halloween concert fun times #nov i barely remember the beginning like. nothing happened and then thanksgiving break ! lovely lovely sunken picnics and time alone and mor #family times w the reid's :') and omg the neighbors hosting us was literally one of the best times ever they're sooo sweet black friday shop #ping was so fun too then suddenly it's december ?????? the two weeks btwn tksgv did not exist but ahhh miss jellison's hug omfg best person #in the world i love her then wcc cofm advent joy week was so special then this past week kinda one of the worst weeks witnessing laura and h #er family lose her mom 😣😣😣😣 god #in conclusion : jaimie evie and miss jellison hugs :( cried practiced wrote the most this year omg i cant believe i forgot to mention bsf on #e of my strongholds and things keeping me upright i feel like this last semester was the closest i've been and most dependent even when i #didn't have the feeling like i was learning to constantly depend and praise Him it's incredible and i feel so so loved by my Father by the p #ppl He loves me through so. it's almost midnight on the east coast 2022 you were lived and loved.#dec 31 2022 #i also forgot joining small group and actually getting involved in acf truly one of the best parts of campus #best media the newsroom and 27 dresses !!!!

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natailiatulls07 · 10 months

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Party girl

Arthur Leclerc x Norris!reader Lando Norris & Norris!reader

Summary - Arthur and Y/n, Landos younger sister are getting cozy behind Lando and Charles’ back

Warning -

A/n - I have to make a second part because I’m only allowed ten pics in one part but I don’t think it’ll be long before I post a second part 👍🏻

Reader is 18 years old

Part 2

landonorris

Silverstone, p2 and my sisters first formula one race!! 🧡

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username The Norris genes are just amazing!!

username Great weekend for the Norris family

charles_leclerc Since when did you have a sister??

= landonorris Since now I just didn’t tell you, no funny business she’s only 18

~~ Liked by arthur_leclerc

yourusername I had the best time!!

= landonorris Thank you little sis 🧡

yourusername

Starting summer with a big bang surrounded by the best 🥳

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username Just found her account from landos and I love her!! 😍

yourbestfriend1 you really know how to bring a party 🤪

= yourbestfriend2 Definitely gonna miss you when you go to Monaco to see your brother 🥺

= yourusername I miss you too, my brother won’t allow me to go out party 😒

= landonorris you’re too young!

= yourusername I’m literally the legal age!!

username Why is Arthur Leclerc here?? 🧐

yourusername posted two stories

Instagram DM’s (white = Arthur) (purple = You)

Hey I heard you’re coming to Monaco right

Yeah staying with my brother, you in Monaco rn??

Yep, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out maybe tomorrow??

Sure I think Lando is on a date tomorrow so his apartment is free, wanna come round?

Ok nice, I’ll come round midday

Exciting!! I’ll see you then 🤍

See you 😘

arthur_leclerc

Loved hanging out with this girl today 😍

Liked by yourusername and 12,794 others

username Oooo who’s the new girl??

= username Probably some girl who only want him to get closer to Charles 🙄

= username Let’s hope not 😔

username Wait why is Landos sister in the likes?? 🫣

charles_leclerc So that’s where you were all day, with the mystery girl

landonorris Weird that looks similar to my apartment lol 😂

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f1gridgossip

Spotted: The formula one drivers should have kept a better eye on their siblings because Y/n Norris and Arthur Leclerc (who also is a formula two driver) are looking cozy at a party in Monaco. How will Charles and Lando feel about the growing chemistry??

Liked username and 5,975 others

username Ngl they’re cute 🤭

username Wait until Lando finds out, he will not be happy oop

username If they ask me to have threesome with them, I would not hesitate 🤤

landonorris right.

= username Watch out we’ll see Arthur running in a sec 😳

username Atleast she’s not one of those fake fame and money grabbing girl

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princessbrunette · 1 month

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omg i can totally see reader showing up to pogue!rafe’s work sites CONSTANTLY after their first time together. showing up in dresses/skirts that keep getting shorter in length, lunch in hand for rafe. he’s trying to act annoyed that you’re bothering him in work hours, but what he’s really annoyed about is all the very obvious stares you’re getting from the other labourers. he’d be pulling you aside all red in the face and sweaty asking what you think you’re doing showing up while he’s on the job. reader’s just looking up at him with big doe eyes, cutely whispering “just want you to play with me again 🥺” (ugh pogue!rafe has my heart. i need him in my guts)

with him looking like this????? can you blame her??????

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you literally appear out of nowhere in the tiniest skirt waving a brown paper bag at him, singing out a sweet little “brought you something!” but he knew you were coming before he’d even turned around because of the jeers and wolf whistles from the other manual labourers making him clench his jaw. no one was allowed to look at you like that but him, but he hated that he was even thinking like that.

he stubs out his cig and wanders over to you, jaw ticking and nostrils flaring at your repeated visits.

“what’d i say last time, huh?” he pulls you aside, atleast out of the view of the men he works with. you bat your eyelashes up at him and he almost feels bad.

“not to come… but — but i had these leftovers and i know they’re not paying you enough for you to be eating good so i just wanted to—”

“i’m fine, a’ight? m’a grown ass man. look you’re — you’re not my girlfriend, you’re not even my friend okay so— so whatever this is i suggest you quit.” he grips your jaw to get you to stop talking, making you initiate phase two — that pretty pout that he couldn’t resist, big doe eyes and kissable lips that tested his self restraint.

“thats mean.” you accuse quietly, hand gently lingering over his wrist where he grips you. he loosens his grip, licking his lips as he looks away, knowing he’d been a little harsh.

“yeah… well. i just don’t think a girl like you should be hanging around here. it’s not safe.” the idea of him looking out for you made your stomach erupt with butterflies.

“please just take the food. i came all this way.” you break your gaze, staring at his muddy boots. there’s a moment of quiet before he knocks your chin up with his finger again, making you look up at him.

“why’re you here, hm? you got what you wanted from me last weekend.”

you shake your head, stepping a little closer and he fights the urge to step back, letting himself loom over your frame as he stares you down.

“i wanna play again. already told you m’not just using you. i like you rafe. i really like you.”

he’s sure he can find some time on his lunch break.

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#anon #rafe cameron prompt #pogue!rafe

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tarjapearce · 10 months

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Miguel x reader x punkmiguel?????

PRETTY PLEASE 🥺🥺🥺

Hope this makes it justice 😳 (No proofread at all I warn you.)

art by @bumbleboots_art in Ig

The Multiverse was still a baby concept for you. All you knew was that in other universes there were exact copies of you, doing any sort of things. A doctor that would surely make your parents proud, a stripper, that would surely cause the opposite effect. It was like Barbie and her own Multiverse.

Miguel had just quirked an eyebrow when you used the metaphor. But in your universe, you were another Spiderwoman, and you had been recruited by none other than Miguel O'Hara. HQ soon turned into a second home for you.

Annoying as you were sometimes, your input had provided him a different perspective, that bit by bit, had made you earn a spot in his personal circle. You adapted well, quick learner and practical.

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Smoke filled in the place. The pressure levels from the particle accelerator had gone a bit too over the top, a miscalculation from both you and Miguel.

The explosion in the lab had created a rift, a small portal, enough for an unsettling scene stand before you, Miguel, Jessica and Hobie.

Another Miguel had gone through the rift, tearing through the fabric of space and time. But this wasn't your usual grumpy faced, sarcastic ass and perpetually tired with a chronic savior complex Miguel. No. He was just as tall as your groaning in pain boss, same facial structure. Yet he wasn't.

This portal Miguel had his hair ruffled, yet stylish, contrary to the neatly, well combed hair do you were already used by now. This Miguel had piercings in his face. His brow, and lips and ears to be more specific. He wore a leathery black jacket, the "NO FUTURE" caption drawn into it. Scruffy jeans with a studded belt and heavy boots. His fangs were out, he wore them proudly you had noticed.

Your Miguel, the one that was always grumbling about something, just stared back at him with a frown yet wide eyes. It was as if this Miguel had hung around too much Hobie, which just stared at him with a lazy approval smile.

A punk Miguel. They were face to face, seizing eachother with scrutinizing gazes. A typical 'opposite twins'. What archetype would each one be? Your Miguel would surely be the responsible and well behaved twin that would rarely to never break the rules. Describing the other would be to only make it out even more obvious.

The punk Miguel smirked at him.

"Puta madre, Qué viejo me veo." (Holy shit, I look old af)

Miguel frowned immediately as you giggled.

"¿Where am I?" The alternate version of your boss/almost lover spoke as he took in whatever his eyes could Guitar hanging upside-down his back. Just like Hobie's, hand tucked in his jacket.

"Miguel?"

"Hm?"

"Sí?"

The both turned to face you once more, speaking at unison.

"We need to send him back, as soon as we can."

"Should we give him a temporary pass?"

"No."

"Puedo oírte desde acá , jefazo." (I can hear you from here, Big boss)

Miguel scowled and faced him.

"Cállate." (Shut up)

"¿O qué?" (Or what?)

This Miguel smirked playfully.

"Alright, Alright. Let's calm down." You got in between them, nearly sandwiched between the mass of muscles and clothes to then create a bit of space between them.

"Let's play nice. We gotta figure a way to get him back home."

Punk Miguel wrapped an arm around your neck and spoke

"Gotta listen to her, old man. Don't wanna hang out in a place where you see yourself as the face of oppression. " Hobie saluted him from afar.

Ouch.

"Call me Miggy, Princesa."

Miguel's eye twitched at your stupified state and his words. You smiled at him, excitement sparkling in your eyes.

Trouble. Everything smelled like trouble. Jessica just rolled her eyes.

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Reluctantly he ended up giving Miggy a temporary pass. Technically he still was Spiderman. His suit had you like a fangirl, marveling over the littlest details. Just like Hobie but darker and meaner.

Miguel would give you tasks, sometimes absurd ones, just to keep you away from himself. Literally.

"What's so funny?" You giggled as you went through the tasks

"Oh, nothing." The not so subtle jealousy from him was endearing to you.

The rest were as fascinated as you were. Miggy and Hobie surely clicked. They would ramble on for hours about their situations and how things were going in their universes. Never in his wildest dreams Hobie would admit that this Miguel was nice to be around.

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Of course Miggy would scurry within missions whenever something caught his interest. He was more than capable in the battle field, still it was like having an unhinged different version of him. Still to this day it was bizarre to see himself acting like that. Like a total stranger.

Miguel couldn't help but wonder if he had gone through the same in his universe. He had overhead a bit of conversation with Hobie and just mentioned losing someone really important during duty. A requirement that seemed the only demand to join the Spider Club. As Miggy called it.

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"¿Nunca te relajas?" (You never catch a break?)

"No."

"¿No is everything you say?" He smirked

"No. Yes."

"Con razón hasta canas tengo." (No wonder why I have white hairs.)

"¿Puedes callarte?" (Can you shut up?)

"The only good thing of being you is that we have this princesita here." He gestured over you as you sat down on a further chair.

"Guys, play nice." You mumbled as you entered the room. Miggy smiled your way, hands hoarding you briefly and twirled your body before letting you go.

"There is no we in there."

Miggy shrugged as he eyed you

"Sharing is caring, amigo."

"I'm not your friend. Nor share."

"Déjala elegir entonces. ¿O el pensamiento libre también es una amenaza para ti? " (Let her choose then. Or free thinking is also a threat for you? )

You couldn't help to shrink further and further at his words. Your cheeks were impossibly red, your stomach fluttered. Despite the fight, the both complimented eachother so well, like black and white. What one lacked, the other compensated and viceversa.

You gulped as both Miguels set their deep red eyes on you. Expecting. A shiver ran down your spine. The alarm of an anomaly flared up, you had never ran to duty so fast.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #Miguel x Reader x Punk Miguel #t writes✨#spiderman 2099 x reader

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kuiinncedes · 2 years

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i went to see a friend on campus today for the first time since school endeddd :'')

#i'm so fucking shit at like keeping in touch w ppl and trying to plan things UGH i have another friend i wanna see and have to text Anyway #she fucking got me 😭😭😭 h/eartstopper vol 1 😭😭😭 for my birthday tmw 😭😭😭#we were in a restaurant if we weren't i probably would've screaming lmao i was close #*screamed idk why i wrote screaming sjdghdfk #i was not expecting it i dont rly do shit for my birthday except like #traditional ish family dinner thing so 🥺 bro #also we walked so much i'm out of shape lmfao my legs kinda hurt i've just been sitting here since i got back bc i'm tired XD #i want to like walk more and stuff but that requires me .. Doing stuff and i don't like that apparently 🥰#also my high school friend texted me happy birthday bc she thought it was the 10th lmao and she was like wanna hang out tomorrow #and i'm like yeah bc i do but like why have i been the one trying to get our group (of 3) to hang out for the past like two months #why haven't you said anything then skldhgdskljf anyway just lowkey idk i'm not mad at her or anything #it is frustrating tho bc idk if we're gonna be able to get the three of us together :]#idk anyway lol #i'm gonna be 20 kdjahglkhfgfhdfahgd idk that's justtttt lmao ahhhhhh h #i also texted another high school friend who left our high school before graduation so i haven't seen them in a rly long time #but we've like kinda kept lowkey contact thru instagram lmao idk and their bday is today and i remember us talking about our bdays being #close together so when i saw their ig story i said happy bday and ee was like 'do u own a birthday' lol #idk it was nice to have like a tiny conversation with em lol i'm so bad at this kjfghajdsfsl #why do i even like post about this tho like is there any point XD anyway #jeanne talks #i rly just wanted to talk about my friend getting me hea/rtstopper and then i went into all this lmao

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tremendum · 11 months

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i've got headaches and bad luck but they couldn't touch you

[not my gif. title from song Of All the Gin Joints in All the World] pairing: joel miller x fem!reader (afab, use of she/her, use of the word girl)

rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.)

word count: 4.6k requested: Could you write something (literally anything really) like mean Joel x feisty Reader but based on the ancient Fall Out Boys song "Of All the Gin Joints in All the World" pretty please? 🥺🥹 I was just listening and I thought the lyrics were perfect for your writing ❤️But as always no pressure and no problem at all if you don't like the idea or anything else. Lots of love! P.S. smut is very welcome btw hihihi summary: “Joel's not one for feelings anymore, but you seem to pull them out of him like it's your goddamn job." warnings: established previous hookups, use of girl/babygirl, established age gap (unspecified but addressed openly), brief mention of oral m!receiving, brief mention of reader and joel’s canon-typical scars. choking, mean!Joel & brat tamer!Joel, brat!reader lol, dirty talk (its joel), degradation, use of the word slut, slight dumbification, spitting, rough sex, unprotected PiV, cum eating, nipple play, slapping (tits, ass). think that's it!

notes: okay finally another mean!Joel for the soul!!! this is super unedited also. tysm for the request, obv inspired by the song Of All The Gin Joints in All the World by FOB. :) this was fun and i hope yall love it! dont b afraid to request anything yall wanna read at all and as always pls comment or reblog :) love u xoxo

[other Joel fics: mr. miller series fever landmines ]

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Joel Miller isn't sure exactly when all this bullshit started.

one day, he was introduced to you fleetingly in the cafeteria while you and Maria had an intense conversation - he’s not sure if you spoke for more than ten seconds; but months later and Joel happens to know exactly what your sweaty skin tastes like on the sharpness of his tongue and could probably list his favorite pairs of underwear you own.

it's nothing, really.

you patrol together often, and Joel guesses that out of all the insufferable people he's had to deal with, you're definitely not the worst. perhaps your handiness with a trigger - not nearly as inept as his own but definitely a close second - helps; or maybe it's the way your mouth feels wrapped around his cock.

and he's not stupid; he knows exactly what Tommy was doing when he signed Joel with you for patrol - the same shit he'd been pulling since they were thirty years younger and Joel was fresh out of the relationship with Sarah's mom. but it's different now, because life is not the same - nothing is the same.

Joel's not one for feelings anymore, but you seem to pull them out of him like it's your goddamn job.

you are one talkative motherfucker; usually, that'd drive Joel up a wall, but after repeated and incessant exposure to Ellie for such an extended period, his patience has surprisingly grown.

and unlike others, you never acted nervous or scared by him. irritated, maybe, but it's not like he cares much if you get irritated by his attitude; you're worse than he can be.

at first, he thought you were just fucking him because you just didn't know who he really was yet. but months into whatever this shit is, and you're still - for whatever fucking reason - hanging around him, even after everything. he likes it, though, that you fight fire with fire.

and maybe that's why Tommy stuck you two together, because in some ways it was inevitable - maybe it was a good thing, Joel thinks.

but this morning, as Joel's mind slams against his body, jolting him awake, his aching head makes him double-guess that.

it's weird how different it all is now - before you, Joel was tortured through nights plagued with sweats and memories. blood, pain, loss. he used to dream restlessly of life and all of its unforgiving horrors; but now, to his shock, he finds himself plagued with dreams of you.

he gasps awake - he's not sure he'll ever stop that.

but this time, you're next to him in the bed. his skin feels warm as the light filters through the blinds that stay constantly pulled down this time of year to retain the cool air and Joel lets out a shuttered sigh, his head aching.

it's only the second time you've stayed the night. he's never stayed at yours, god forbid - but a small part of him aches this morning when you slide out of his heavy, sleep-addled muscles. in the absence of your heat there is still bliss for a moment, until he's roused fully by your voice.

"these sheets are dirty." the sound carries into his ears, melodic and fiery. he cracks one eye open, hand raising to rub over his face - a deep, tired sigh.

"g'mornin' to you too." he snarks, sighing as he pulls himself on aching muscles to blink his eyes open; you stand over the bed, on the side that usually remains cold an empty while Joel thrashes in fits of restless sleep. there's not a single scrap of clothing on your body.

he feels himself stir at the sight of you, naked, neck painted in a splattering of beautiful marks that'd been pulled forth in moments of ecstasy the night before.

you send him a half smirk, shrugging as you tug on a shirt - his, fuck, his stomach swirls at the sight of you wrapped in him. something primal crawls in his chest as you smile at him, legs almost glowing in their bareness as they knock against the side of the mattress. your fingers brush the fabric to the left of his head.

"there's stains on the pillows." you shake your head, your face alluring in its tease. he feels himself roll his eyes as he grunts, "you're actin' like it ain't your makeup stainin' it?"

he stares at the marks on the pillowcase; black, from that shit you sometimes put on your eyes which just makes them all the more beautiful, wide, and alluring. the makeup that's surely expired after all this time but still is something you like to do to, as you'd mentioned once, 'reclaim your humanity.' whatever.

Joel would never admit it to you, but he hadn't even really tried to wash out those stains; something about them gives him a warmth in his chest every morning that he wakes up in this cold bed.

but when his eyes fall back to you in your silence, you smirk and it hits him: you're fucking teasing him.

he glares at you as your lips curl in a huff of a laugh, shaking your head. "if you keep complainin' about every damn thing, might as well just fuck you on the floor." he mutters, mostly to himself- but also to see the way your thighs shift, eyes widening slightly as color washes your cheeks. you're squirming at his words, just like that - oh, he's got you pinned.

you'd like that, you dirty little thing.

but you regain your composure quicker than lightning, ready to snap back; yet another tally to add on the list of things he admires about you.

"you're such a gentleman, Miller." you snide, fanning yourself sardonically with one hand as you roll your eyes, searching for your underwear.

he remembers the first time you'd said that to him -

"why so shy?" you'd purred. the memory of your voice curls around his ears as he huffs, watching you bend over and give him a complete view of your ass as you fetch your panties from the floor. "c'mon, Joel, you don't need to be such a gentleman. 's nothing you haven't seen before." you'd stripped yourself of your shirt, your pert nipples pebbling in the cold breeze as he'd sat, cleaning his rifle. "the hell's the matter with you?" he'd grumbled; but it didn't stop either of you. you'd been pressed between him and the splitting backseat of the broken down crashed car within seconds, anyways.

his eyes meet yours as you stand again.

he snarks, "well you’re givin' me a headache, an' I've only been up for two minutes." he glares at you, swinging to pull his boxers over his hips, standing up to find his shirt. he pointedly ignores the glare you send him at his grumpiness.

"you're the one acting dumb," you mutter, "acting like I'm the one who gives you headaches." you retort, a teasing glint in your eye; he knows that look. Joel knows you'd never get a headache from him - as much as he pisses you off, he knows you're too fiery, too lucky to get caught up in whatever miserable puddle he's drowning in.

because Joel's bad luck curls around his fists wherever he goes; the talons reaching out, crawling through every hallway and seeping through every door. you, on the other hand, are like a goddamn firecracker. Joel hates the idea, but you're... somehow gifted in that way.

he's convinced his bad luck couldn't touch you if it tried.

no matter the dumb shit you pull - forgetting a flashlight, not flipping off your safety that one moment when the clicker had stumbled out of the brush; all of that, and you escape unscathed, nothing but a giggle and a half-shrug from you before you move on to the next stupid thing.

if you weren't such a goddamn brat, it'd be charming.

his eyes snap to yours as your words fall from your lips; a burning in his chest at your tone. he watches your legs carry you into his bathroom, and he can't help it when his follow yours.

you haven't even flipped on the lights before he shuts the door behind him - you're already wearing that snarky fucking smile on your face, and he's straining already against his boxers.

he stares down at you, crowding you slowly into the wall. "what the fuck did you just say to me?" he hisses, mouth close to yours. as you turn your chin up towards his face, he can tell that you try your hardest to control your smirk, playing into the tense energy that's emanating from his chest.

"I said you're acting dumb."

you repeat, tilting your head slightly as you drink in the darkness in his eyes. lord, you'd let that darkness swallow you in a fucking heartbeat.

speaking of; your own heartbeat thunders in your chest, anticipating. you know what's coming, you can nearly taste it on your tongue.

"oh, 's that right?" Joel asks, tilting his head to stare down at you. you swallow as you stare back into those deep irises, the small bit of golden light that shines through the small bathroom window illuminating in an ominously heavenly ray.

his hand settles on the crook of your shoulder and neck, sliding gently upwards as you nod your head defiantly, pushing as far as you can to see when he'll snap. his eyes glisten in temptation; daring you to act up more.

raising your brows, you try to play like it's obvious, "waking up and complaining about your headaches, old man?" you tut gently, shaking your head innocently. "I don't think it's my fault that you fucked me twice, immediately passed out and now your head hurts when you've woken up the next morning. you know better than to push yourself in your old age, Joel. that's stupid." you add coyly, knowing it'll push him over the edge - he loves it when you act like a brat, no matter how much he denies it.

his response is immediate and exactly what you'd hoped for.

he's on you in a split second - hand sliding from your shoulder to grip your throat, pushing you back onto the wall of the bathroom. the towel bar digs into your middle-back slightly and you gasp in arousal at the force of his body on yours. you can feel his cock, hard and straining in his boxers, as it presses into your lower stomach.

"y'wanna play like that, baby?" he growls, "why you fuckin' around with an old man like me, then?" he asks.

your face heats up, arousal flooding your core, your cunt slowly wetting itself at the purr of his voice - the meaner the words, the larger the flame.

"hm?" he gently pushes, raising his brows as his hand squeezes gently on your throat, nudging you against the wall further; your gasp is slightly rasped under the pressure, your whole body screaming with desire. this is what you love - mean, angry, hungry Joel Miller. "'s it because nobody fucks you like I do, is that it?"

his knee slides between yours, wedging himself high up, rubbing suddenly against your aching pussy, the material of your cotton already soaked with a damp spot that rubs against his thick thigh.

"Joel, fuck-" you groan, already willing to just do what you can to get him to touch you. his hand on your throat tightens at your word, thigh rutting up to slide against your needy clit, your hips bucking at the feeling. "-'s because nobody else is so easy." your fiery mouth betrays your body; the snarky comment snaps his eyes to yours, a dark breath leaving his lips.

"that's ironic," he snaps, "comin' from someone who begged me to fuck them for hours."

your face burns at the memory of the first time you and Joel'd hooked up; your desperate voice hoarse from pleading him to fuck you - out in the middle of the woods, a sleeping bag that, by the end, had rips on it from rocks and twigs and the force of his thrusts; the shyness gone from either of you as your touches made up for all the silence between you.

he hums lowly, watching you as you swallow at the memory, his thigh rutting up again and pulling a yelp of pleasure from your lips. "y'don't feel so high 'n mighty when I fuck you stupid, right baby?" he asks, voice dripping with condescendence as he nods gently, encouraging you to answer him. your core throbs at his words, your mouth going dry.

his hand leaves your throat; you swallow a gulp of air, staring with wide eyes as he grasps your jaw roughly. "answer me."

"n-no, I don't." you mutter, voice sounding small; the arousal that pulses through your veins begs your mouth to be smart, do what Joel says so he'll give in to what you want.

he smirks, hands roughly grabbing the thick of your hips and flipping you around to press you against the counter, your hips bending as he shoves himself just behind you. your eyes meet yourself and his own hawkish gaze in the mirror in front of you; your heated breath fogs up the mirror in the faint morning light.

his fingers thread through your hair, tugging you back again as he tilts your head back. his upside down face, smirking down at you, has your thighs clenching - "open." he orders, voice stern.

your tongue sticks out and he wastes no time spitting roughly onto your tongue, moving your head back to stare into the mirror; his eyes meet yours as his spit slides over your tongue and his furrowed brows twitch with a slight smirk. "look at you, doin' what I tell you. now swallow it and say thank you."

your core flutters at his words deliciously as you do as you're told; swallowing, you take a breath and mutter, "thank you," - though it's more breathless than you expected, Joel seems to approve. he hums, "there are those manners," he mutters into your ear, cock pressing against the swell of your ass. "almost seemed like you'd forgotten you had them."

"didn't forget." you mutter, face heating up as your pussy aches, fluttering around nothing and desiring for his fingers, his cock - anything.

one rough palm slides his shirt up your torso, exposing your bare tits to both of you through the mirror. with his face stooped down near your neck, a short inhale of your hair before his hand reaches it's destination - your throat.

"then why're you actin' up?" he rasps, teeth grazing your shoulder. he squeezes his hand again and your eyes roll back in pleasure, arousal soon slicking your thighs as you think you may die from all the teasing. "you don't wanna cum?"

your eyes widen, breath halting as you shake your head, "wh- no- no!" you hiss, "I do want to cum, please."

his other hand raises, slapping your breast harsh and quick; your gasp of shock tapers off into a whine of pleasure, your nipples hard in arousal as his palm comes to soothe over the sting.

"then why're you acting like this?" he asks again, shaking his head. another slap, this time to your other breast. his eyes follow the skin of your chest; the way you gasp, your whines at the slight stinging and the pleasure that follows. fingers pinch your nipples, teasing in circles before another sharp slap echoes through the room. "just a little brat, y'can't help yourself." he decides, biting on your neck lightly.

you can feel him rut against you hard, grinding his hips as he lets out a short groan. you let out a low moan, whining slightly when he smacks your tits again, skin glowing with the impact. his eyes meet yours in the mirror. "quit the whinin'," he grunts, rutting his hard cock against your ass, "you'll be stuffed full of me soon enough." he grunts, "then we'll see who's dumb."

your shaky moan sounds more like a groan, elbows falling to steady yourself as Joel releases your throat, tossing you forward to grab your hips instead. he pulls you back, grinding into you as his head tilts back in how own small groan of pleasure. "this ass." Joel grunts to himself as he palms the curve of your ass in both large hands, one falling to smack harsh onto the left.

you're dripping down the inside of your thighs as he ruts against you twice more; thick fingers soon slide to thumb at the slick wet of your panties. his fingers tease the wet material that's glued to your pussy with need, tracing over your lips lightly over the fabric. "pretty pussy, just for me." he mutters; you nod, looking up at him through the mirror, "all for you, Joel." you affirm, voice shaking with anticipation.

"you gonna be good when I fill you up, baby?" he lifts his brow, stern look as he palms himself. fuck, he's so sexy behind you like this, his thumb slowly dragging the material of your panties to the side and exposing your weeping cunt; you nod, "yes, I'll do anything-"

you're cut off by a sharp gasp as the stretch of his cock's head cuts off your brain. he eases in gently at first which you're more than grateful for - no matter how many times Joel fucks you, his size is always something you have to adjust to; especially after your rounds last night left you barely able to walk straight.

he lets out a breath, "there y'go, baby, take me." he says it surprisingly gently, easing in inch by inch as you breathe deeply, your soaked pussy easing his cock through your channels. his cock is heavy and aching as he slides into you, sheathing you fully within another few seconds - Joel's hands grip so hard on your ass, splaying you open for him, that you think his fingers will remain there for days.

he's still only for a moment, letting you accommodate to his size before he's leaning forward to press his chest to your back, "gonna fuck you stupid, baby."

"please, Joel," you groan, cunt fluttering, begging him to move. "do it."

it's all that he needs before he's setting a pace that has you whining under him, your breath choking as you brace yourself agains the counter of the sink.

it's bliss. his hips are sharp, the reach of his cock pressing against the spongy spot inside you, dragging against your pulsing walls. "fuck, so deep-" you hiss, eyes closing in pleasure as he presses himself against you, hips surely going to bruise against the thrusts that shove you into the countertop.

one hand sneaks over your front, grasping at your tits as his cock reaches up into you deeply. he lets out a grunt, "fuckin'- christ, you're s-so tight," he grunts, "even after fuckin' you all night."

you moan, the quick bout of his praise causing you to squeeze around him, trapping him in your aching desire. the both of you moan at the feeling and suddenly one hand presses on your spine until you're low to the counter. his hands grab your shoulders, fingers curling around the base of your throat as he changes his pace to hard and rough, the sound of your ass against his hips nearly hitting your ears over your cries of pleasure.

the noises of your arousal swallowing his cock echo around the room in a familiar, comforting chorus as you both let out shuttering moans; his strong arms pull you back until you're once again pressed against his broad chest. his breath fans over your neck and you whine slightly when his thrusts press you up onto your tip-toes. his lips find your ear, "how's that feel?" your hole flutters from the deepness in his voice - he groans at the feeling.

your response is a whine of ecstasy as you claw at his forearms, head tilting back until you can almost feel his erratic heartbeat. his chest rumbles with a light chuckle, "look, barely took ya any time to get fucked out on my cock," he praises, hand petting your wild hair, "knew you'd be good for me. always take what I give you, right?"

you nod, desperate to reach the climax that's easily built within you from the stretch of him deep in you and his voice in your ear. your clit aches from being ignored and your hand snakes down to rub light circles on it; your hips jolt as you gasp raggedly, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.

"no." he growls, hand grabbing your jaw sternly as he pounds into you, "when I'm fuckin' you, you keep your eyes on me." he snaps, squeezing your cheeks. "'s that clear?"

you nod in the mirror, whines getting louder as his name falls nearly incoherently from your lips- you see his lips ghost over your neck, the smirk that spreads over his pink lips as you finally get out a strangled, "Joelpleaseplease- s'close-"

he knows what you need; you and Joel are each other's best escape. he pistons into you hard, chasing your high as he feels it spasming close around him. "easy, huh?" he snarls, hips just as harsh as his words, eyes sharp on yours. "who's easy, baby - me, or the one beggin' like a slut to cum on my cock?"

for someone so quiet and closed off, Joel Miller has never shied away from using his goddamn words when he's fucking you, that's for sure. his words, his accent - they push you towards the edge and it almost distracts you from his question. his eyebrows raise in the silence as you gasp for words, moans choked as his fingers slide down from your jaw to squeeze your throat.

"look at'cha, can't even speak for me," he groans, his hand suddenly snaking down to smack your away from your clit; two larger, calloused fingers replace your shaky ones and you wail at the stimulation, almost too much.

you blink up at him through the mirror, unable to speak, unable to think as you feel the crest of something incredibly blissful growing; you let out a whine of ecstasy. "I'm- I'm easy," you concede, finally able to spit your words out, your voice higher than normal in your pleasure.

Joel nods, kissing your sweaty hairline, "'s goddamn right you are, babygirl," he hisses, "easy for me. this pretty little pussy is mine, isn't it?"

you scream, "yours, Joel-" before he barely finishes the sentence.

with your words, he smiles against your neck - the feeling of it sends goosebumps over your whole torso. "you're a lucky girl," he growls in your ear, teeth brushing the shell before licking it gently, "you can cum."

you barely realize you've hit your orgasm until you’re writhing - a white-hot, searing arousal streaking your vision as your eyes roll back. he fucks you steadily through your orgasm, your thighs closing slightly around his large palm, but his fingers don't stop their motions on your clit.

you shake and stutter for gasps as he pounds into you, chasing his own high that's been spurred - by your own words or the clenching of your orgasm around him, you're unsure.

"love how you feel-" he groans, voice weakening as he nears his own orgasm, hips sloppy as he pushes your face down, against the cool tile of the bathroom sink. "fuck, baby, made to take this cock."

his sentences are choppy, his gasps and grunts of pleasure mixing with the slap of your ass against him as he thrusts, your legs tired as he fills you full and then suddenly pulls out. you gasp at the suddenness of his absence, turning to look at him as if betrayed - but he looks completely gone, eyes dark with need. "gonna cum on your tits, sweetheart."

your stomach flips at the word - one he's never used before - and you relax into his harsh grip, moving down to the ground on your knees as he grunts, "take this shit off now."

his shirt is on the ground in half a second, your breasts bare to him as he fists his cock, eyes on you and lidded with pleasure. your hands fall onto his strong thighs, looking up at him in awe as he fists his cock, slick with your sticky spend, tip flushed and veins stretching over the shaft. "please, cum on me, want it so bad, Joel," you whine - his hand caresses your jaw and slips over your lips, sticking his thumb into your mouth. you suck eagerly and he moans your name deep, head tilting back in ecstasy.

"fuck," he grunts, slipping his thumb out of your mouth before you can even swirl your tongue around it, and then he's hitting his orgasm.

ropes of his cum land on your tits, a small bit gathering on your chin as he slows his hand, letting out a few sharp breaths. he's barely caught his breath before your fingers are gathering a swipe of his thick cum, bringing it to your mouth. his dark eyes follow you through his labored breaths as you slowly suck his spend off of your fingers, "fuckin'- pretty," he mumbles into his hand as he runs a palm over his face, shaking his head.

you smile, cheeks heating up. the sun is rising and the room is fully golden, bouncing off the mirror and illuminating his tan skin, the scars on his body and yours. he's pretty, you realize.

you tell him so, quietly - in the silence of the bathroom. his scowl softens and you swear you see a blush forming as he rolls his eyes down at you from where you perch on the linoleum.

Joel always says you only tell him sweet things to get him to fuck you - but in the afterglow of your actions, you catch sight of your makeup-stained pillowcase back in Joel's bedroom and it makes you grin. you know he doesn't wash it for a reason, the same reason you keep coming back to him.

and you also know that the way he smooths his thumb over your hairline, the way your own hands in turn soothe over his thighs - those actions, they make up for everything else that's unspoken.

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wooyoungmybelovedhusband · 2 months

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hi hi can i request smut prompt 2 and 12 with woosan pls?🥺 (any kink is fine with me) i love your work 🫶🏻

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PAIRING: Wooyoung x f! Reader x san

CONTENT/WARNINGS: Dom! Wooyoung, Dom! San, eating out, face sitting, bossy! Woo.

A/N: I was so excited for this ooof, I absolutely loved writing this pookie

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"Crawl to me"

"I don't think ___ would mind a little show."

“Strip.” Wooyoung's voice was firm, just like his order. The tips of your fingers fiddled with the hem of your shorts, eyeing between the two men sitting in front of you. Your lower lip hangs in between your teeth, “I don't think San would mind a little show, Would you San-ah?”

Both of your attention turns onto San who sat back on the couch next to Wooyoung. The corner of his lips curled up, “Of course not.” His eyes held inexplicable lust in them, eagerly waiting for you to carry on with what Wooyoung asked you to do.

Finally releasing your lip from your teeth, you pull your shirt over your head in a swift move. San groans under his breath at the display of your red lacy bra.

Satisfied with his reaction – your fingers lower your Jean shorts, leaving behind your matching panties. Before you could reach behind your back to unbuckle your bra, Wooyoung stops you in your tracks.

“Stop. Drop down to your knees, baby.” Doing as he said, you were on your knees in a split second – waiting for what was to come. But you surely did not expect his next words, “Crawl to me.” San visibly was amused by the idea as he shifted in his position due to his obvious bulge – all while Wooyoung was as relaxed as ever.

You barely give it a thought when you move slowly on your hands and knees. Your ass popping out while your arched back made it easier to get a view of your butt cheeks. But Wooyoung's eyes settled on your cleavage, biting down on his lower lip as you took your precious time in crawling up to them.

“Well, aren't you a good little slut, princess?” You rest your chin on his thigh, shooting him a seductive glance, “Just for you, Daddy.” He gulps at the name, cursing mentally at how you affect him with the littlest things.

“Get on his lap.” Moving away from Wooyoung, you mount San swiftly – catching him off guard. You barely notice Wooyoung moving to stand behind you when San stares down at you with hungry eyes. “I know you wanna taste her so badly, should I let you?” San's hands tightened around your waist at the thought of finally burying his tongue in your heat, “Fuck- please Wooyoung-ah”

His sound of please was strained, barely hiding how bad he wanted it. “Get on his face.” Your eyes widened at Wooyoung but you didn't question him further as you now hoisted your thighs next to San's face, your dripping cunt hovering over him.

San's index finger moved your lace panties aside, his tongue eagerly licking a stripe up your pussy. The contact of his soft tongue with your cunt had you losing balance in pleasure. But San's hands come up to grasp your thighs, before pulling you down on his mouth.

“Doesn't she taste good?” You could notice the way Wooyoung palmed his bulge at the sight of his best friend eating you out like a starved man. “Like a candy” the muffled voice from under you shot strikes of pleasure up your spine, making your hands grip the head of the couch desperately.

San's tongue prodded at your hole, flattening against your cunt as he lapped up your slick. Your face was red from embarrassment at the loud noises filling the room but that was masked by the knot forming in your abdomen. “Ah- fuck- San- I'm cumming!” You let out a loud moan when your orgasm washed over you like a wave.

San gently moved you back onto his lap once you came down from your high. But you feel a hand intertwine with your hair strands causing you to look up at the person in front of you. “Tongue out, princess.” Wooyoung's other hand jerked his length feverishly, his cock twitching in his hand.

Your tongue juts out eagerly, and as if on cue, you feel spurts of his cum coat your tongue – some painting your face intentionally. Both of them groan from the sight of your face covered in Wooyoung’s cum, staring up at him as you wait for his next order.

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justm3di0cr3 · 4 months

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REQUEST(S) RAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH [you wrote soru so well last time and i wanna see more :33]

this time, no lore strings attached, just soru and idia [😳😳 i need to make sure irene doesn't find this] playing video games and chilling?? 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖 ilysm btw

⭑°. ๋Hanging out ๋.°⭑

Honestly you of all people requesting is an honor >:) I love you too btw! Hope you like whatever I wrote. Also sorry it took so long 😭 also I don't know if this is what you meant so sorry for that too-also I rechecked but excuse any wrong pronoun use. Also shorter than I would've liked.

Fingers gliding over the controller, Idia simply stared at the screen. The game was pretty easy but the plot was good enough for him to want to progress.

Usually he would have his headphones on but for some reason they had stopped working, mid way his game session. Normally he'd fix them right away but he wanted to complete the final levels of the game before spoilers flooded the internet.

He only felt the lack of his noise cancelling headphones even more as the noises outside flooded his ears. Some random voices talking, knocking, footste-wait... Knocking?!

It wouldn't be Ortho since he would call out to Idia so lowering the volume of his computer, idia sighed and reluctantly called out.

"... W-Whose there? "

"Just me."

With the familiar voice heard on the opposite side, Idia got up and opened the door slightly.

"Soru-shi...uhmm so like what are you doing here-? N-not that a reason is needed but I'm like kinda busy with this game rn andtheplotissupergreatandallandif... "

As idia began mumbling at a rather fast pace, Soru just chuckled. It was rather cute how he talking about games excited him.

"Mind if I play with you? "

Being pulled out of his ramble, Idia took a few seconds to think.

"My rooms not like the cleanest and I'm sure you have better people you could hang out with if that what you want-"

"And if I wanted to hang out with someone else, I wouldn't have come here so come on. "

Idia sighed, giving in as he pulled his head into his hood, leaving space in the doorframe for Soru to enter.

Closing the door begins her he grabbed a stray controller handing it to them.

"I'll set you up to be my player 2 then."

Creeping in through the door, Ortho peeked his head in.

"COVER FOR ME, WILL YOU?? I'M NOT AS EXPERIENCED IN THIS GAME"

"i told you to wait for me since you keep messing up the controls-"

Lo and behold, his brother, THE Idia shroud hanging out with someone that wasn't online.

Ortho smiled to him seeing idia sigh in relief, his hair fading from red to pink at the tips, as Soru did a lil cheer finally completing the level.

Quietly shutting the door Ortho decided it was best to let them be, as idia switched on another game mumbling about how he needed to select something easier for soru as they nudged his arm.

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yeahxsurexokay13 · 2 months

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so american - mason mount

summary: mason and british singer-songwriter y/n y/l have sparked dating rumours since pretty much the beginning of their friendship. intrigue escalates when fans discover y/n's involvement in olivia rodrigo's new song.

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y/n.updates Y/n and Mason Mount at the F1 qualifying in Barcelona today via the @/f1 Instagram.

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fan1 it still catches me off guard to see them together

user1 are they dating?

y/n.updates No! Just friends :)

fan2 i thank y/n attending that england match every single day a photo of these two together makes it to the internet

user2 HOW AM I JUST FINDING OUT THESE TWO KNOW EACH OTHER

fan3 Love to see them enjoying themselves. 💖

fan4 idk if I wanna be y/n or mason........ maybe just a fly in the room

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y/n.updates Mason and his family attended Y/n's charity concert at the O2 yesterday!

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fan1 y/n girl if you won't date him, i will

fan2 I WAS THERE!!! Mase and his sister were so cute dancing and singing along to all of the songs

y/n.updates aw!!! ❤️

fan3 despite their efforts, they're never beating the dating allegations

fan4 This is so heartwarming🥺

fan5 Y/n must be so happy to have Mason and his family supporting her 😊

y/n.y/l

📍 los angeles

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y/n.y/l took a small break from the studio yesterday

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fan1 Can't wait to hear what you've been working on!

oliviarodrigo HOT

y/n.y/l NO YOU

fan2 you're so pretty 😍

declanrice Look at you driving on the right

masonmount she's so american

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fan3 hope you had a fun day off ❤️

fan4 new music soon, hopefully? 🙏🏼

y/n.y/l 🤐🤐

fan5 come back to the UK soon, we miss you😢😭

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y/n.updates Y/n at Standford Bridge with Mason and some of his teammates after Chelsea's match against Manchester City.

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fan1 did mason dedicate his goal to her?

user2 i don't think he did

fan2 just two pals hanging out after a game....

fan3 I don't buy the 'just friends' story anymore lol

user1 Can't blame fans for shipping them! They would make such a cute couple

user2 what's Kepa looking at?👀

fan4 They keep saying they're not dating, but they're always together 🤣🤣

fan5 at this point, I think they're just messing with us

fan6 i love seeing them support each other 🥹❤️

y/n.updates

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y/n.updates Y/n is credited as one of the writers behind Olivia Rodrigo's new song 'So American'!

user1 I had a feeling there was something special about that song

fan1 um guys............

fan2 this is EVERYTHING to me

user2 y/n and olivia together? pure magic

fan3 Can we start a petition for a collaboration?🙏🏼

fan4 IS THIS WHY SHE WENT TO THE US?

y/n.updates not necessarily! She often goes to write and record to the US 😊

fan5 she needs to hurry up and release music of her own 😭😭😭😭😭🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

#singer!reader #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount smau #social media au #football smau

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it’s a bad idea, right? - rhett abbott x fem!reader

pairing: rhett abbott x fem!reader

summary: mixing tequila and calls from your ex. what could go wrong?

warnings: 18+ only. smut. rough sex. drinking. bad decisions. mentions of a breakup. p in v. a lil choking. dirty talk. yearning. love confessions.

a/n: this is for my dear abby’s (@mothdruid) writing challenge. i have been thinking about writing a fic with rhett and this song since i heard it and abby gave me the perfect reason to do it 🥺💜

“Come over.”

You couldn’t help but scoff as you took another sip of your Long Island. It’s been nearly three months since you heard from Rhett. Nothing but radio silence since the day he left town. He was chasing his dream of riding professionally, you needed to focus on your career. You were on different paths and you grew further apart with each month until the end when it was nothing but slamming doors and heated arguments.

Your friends warned you about him. Told you he’d chew you up and spit you out in a heartbeat and you didn’t want to believe them at first. You fell hard and fast for Rhett and you couldn’t have stopped it.

Another message came in. And then another. All of which went ignored while you ordered another drink. Eleanor was talking about her coworker, the one she so desperately wanted to fuck she could hardly stand it. You felt bad for zoning out but your mind kept going back to the man texting you.

“El, I’m sorry. I gotta- I gotta get some fresh air. Save my seat?”

You hopped off the bar stool and headed towards the door, taking a look over your shoulder before walking out into the crisp autumn air.

Your thumb hovered over the call button. You knew it was a bad idea. You knew you’d regret it tomorrow. But between the tequila shots and the memories of Rhett’s hands, your phone was ringing before you could change your mind.

“Hey,” his gravelly voice muttered on the other end of the line and it sent a white-hot fire through your veins.

“Hi,” you stuttered out, pressing your cool hand to your heated face. “Why are you texting me now?”

“I miss you.”

“Bullshit.”

“I do! And I just moved into a new place. My place,” Rhett said, a little breathless. He sounded like he was pacing the floors, or he had been running, or he was- No. Don’t think about that.

“That’s nice. What does that have to do with me?” You questioned, a snarky tone escaping you.

He smirked at that. It had everything to do with you. He needed you. And he knew you needed him.

“I just wanna see you. Friend to friend,” he said playfully.

“I don’t know... I’ve been drinking and I’m out with a few friends and-“

“Please, darlin’. Just for a little bit,” Rhett pleaded. God, he sounded so pretty when he begged. You shook your head at the thought. “I’ll send you the address.”

You sighed deeply before hanging up the phone, a text coming in not a second later with his new address. What were you going to tell Eleanor? Lexie? You really didn’t want a lecture. You just kissed them on the cheek while grabbing your bag and called for an Uber.

Passing street lights and the light hum of the engine was enough to make your brain turn static. There was nothing on your mind but Rhett. The way he smelled. The way he kissed. The way his fingers would curl just right when he-

“We’re here, ma’am,” the driver notified, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Oh. Thanks.”

Your hands trembled slightly as you ascended the stairwell to the second floor. He was already standing there, hand braced on the top of the door frame. When did he get a tattoo on the inside of his bicep?

Rhett had a smile on his face. That crooked grin that always meant trouble. You wanted nothing more than to kiss it off his stupidly handsome face.

“There you are,” Rhett said proudly, knowing the hold he still had over you.

“Shut up,” you commanded as you pushed him through the door, tugging at the hem of his white t-shirt. He pulled it off with one hand, tossing it haphazardly onto the side table’s lampshade.

You were tripping over your feet as he pulled you towards the bedroom, hands pushing down the straps of your dress. They were calloused as ever. You couldn’t wait to feel the roughness of them rubbing against your chest, your thighs, your hips.

“God, you taste the same. I wonder if that’s everywhere,” Rhett muttered, mostly to himself but his words never failed to make your thighs clench.

“Less talking, more undressing.”

One second passed and then you heard a loud rip! before the cool air hits your back. Rhett had torn your dress right down the zipper, shoving his tongue in your mouth once more before you could protest.

Once you made it through his bedroom door, he took a moment to stop and take a look at you. You were standing in the middle of the room in nothing but your bra and panties. You should’ve worn something more fancy, more lacy like he liked. But he looked at you hungrily as his eyes roamed your nearly naked form. A low growl released his throat as he stalked forward, grabbing handfuls of your breasts roughly.

“Fuck, baby. Such a gorgeous thing. I’ve thought about you every night for the past three months,” Rhett confessed. He sounded genuine but you couldn’t be for sure. You were here to fuck. Nothing more.

Your eyes rolled back when Rhett pulled one cup down, bending slightly to wrap his lips around a peaked nipple. He suckled and tugged with his teeth, moaning loudly when your fingers tangled in his hair and pulled harshly.

“Bed. Now. Now!” You whimpered, pushing at his chest until the backs of his knees knocked against the mattress.

Rhett pulled you on top of him, his hard cock nestling perfectly against your clothed cunt. It caused you both to let out desperate noises, his hands finding their way to your hips and guiding you to move over the denim.

“Condom?”

“Drawer,” Rhett exasperated, eager hands tearing the flimsy cotton of your panties until they ripped as well.

“Rhett! Jesus, stop acting like a fucking caveman! I have to go home tomorrow, you know,” you fussed as you jerked the button open on his jeans.

“We’ll see about that,” he proclaimed proudly. That damn smile is back on his face. You rolled your eyes and ripped the foil with your teeth, causing a winded sound to leave Rhett. Good. You had the upper hand now.

He wriggled out of his jeans, hastily kicking them off the end of the bed and tugging his black boxers halfway down his thighs. He hissed as you gripped the base of his erection, slowly rolling the condom down while biting your lip. The head was red and leaking and your mouth watered at the sight. No time for that. You needed to feel him inside you.

“Quit lookin’ at me like that, woman. I ain’t a piece of meat,” he teased, then groaned wantonly when you positioned him at your dripping hole. You were going to regret not prepping yourself in the morning but you couldn’t wait another second. You gasped loudly as you slowly descended his length, nearly hissing at the stretch.

“So desperate for my cock, sweet girl couldn’t even take the time to stretch herself,” Rhett tutted, bracing his heels against the mattress and sliding his hands behind his head. You didn’t know if you wanted to smack him or kiss him. You eyed the black ink that lined his inner bicep. It took you a moment for your mind to process what the words were but your heart seized in your chest when you realized it was song lyrics from yours and his favorite song. You used to sing it in the truck all the time.

“You gonna ride me or are you gonna keep staring?”

“Do you ever shut your mouth or does it just keep running?” You retorted as you settled against his lap. You wiggled your hips and squeezed your thighs, grinning proudly when a pinched whimper came from him. You took your time slowly sliding up and down his cock, savoring the feeling of him hitting that spot inside you just right.

“I like you better when you’re not talking,” you said, picking up your pace ever so slightly.

“And I like you better when you ride my cock like you mean it,” Rhett growled, bucking his hips into you, causing you to fall forward and brace your hands on his upper torso. You snarled at him and his witty comment. Fuck him.

Your right hand slid across his collarbone and toward the column of his neck, bracing your hand there.

“Do it. I know you want to, baby,” Rhett responded, looking up at you with his crystal blue eyes wide and thin bottom lip tucked between his perfect teeth.

Everything became a blur after that moment. It was all nails and hands and moans. The headboard knocked against the wall as you bounced desperately on him, your hand wrapped tightly around his throat. He grunted loudly as he chased his release along beside you, the sound of skin slapping filled the room. It was filthy and feral and you could feel your thighs trembling uncontrollably.

“Come for me, sweet girl. Fuck, like a fucking vice. Come. M’right there with you,” Rhett begged, voice raspy.

Stars exploded behind your eyelids as you reached your peak, nails digging into Rhett’s pectorals. A sound escaped you that sounded like a near scream, disregarding whatever neighbors Rhett may have. He was not far behind you, even with the condom on you could feel his release.

You collapsed forward onto Rhett’s sweaty chest, trying to catch your breath. His heart pounded against your ear and his chest rose and fell rapidly, moving you with it. You heard a car horn down below, pulling you from your post-sex haze.

You winced when Rhett lifted your hips, a slight sting radiating from between your legs. He grunted deeply, grimacing at the feeling of his oversensitive member. You rolled over onto your back before rolling onto your side and propping yourself up on your elbow, watching him throw the condom in the wastebasket beside the bed and making his way toward the en suite bathroom.

You took the time to look around the room. It didn’t look much different than the room that he had at his parents' home. The same posters decorated the walls; his record player in the corner on the old table with the records stacked beneath it. His bed was bigger, that much you noticed.

Another tug at your heartstrings occurred when you saw a picture framed tucked on the back of his dresser. You couldn’t see the entire thing but you knew the picture all too well. It was a picture of the two of you at the lake the previous summer. It was your favorite picture. You couldn’t believe he still had it, still displayed it. Not that you could judge. It still sat proudly on your desk at home.

You blinked the tears away as Rhett emerged from the bathroom, still naked but now carrying a damp cloth. He cleaned you gently, awkward silence swirling around you. He placed a small kiss on the inside of your knee, stubble tickling you slightly.

“Thanks,” you whispered softly, earning a hum in response.

Rhett tugged a pair of sweatpants on and crawled into bed behind you, strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you tight to him.

“Rhett… we need to talk,” you spoke into the darkness.

“In the morning,” he said, soft snores escaping him not but a couple of moments later.

Birds chirped outside the window and the smell of french toast and fresh coffee flooded your senses. Your head pounded and your mouth was dry but you grinned at the familiar scent of Rhett. You didn’t get to enjoy the moment long before your phone buzzed on the floor in the pocket of your shredded dress.

You wrapped the sheets around you and bent to pick it up, groaning when you saw that Eleanor had called you twenty times. An incoming call making it the twenty-first.

“Don’t yell at me,” you pleaded, waiting for the berating to begin.

“Where the hell are you? I tried coming by your place this morning for our usual morning after brunch and you’re not answering. I’m worried!”

“Sorry, I was asleep.” Not a total lie.

“Where are you?” El questioned.

“Not at home…”

“Hey, honey. You want cream in your coffee? I got a fresh pot going.”

You smacked your forehead and cringed at the sound of Rhett’s voice filtering through the room.

“That’s not- Oh my god. You didn’t-”

“Love you, El! I’ll talk to you later,” you rushed to hang up the phone, throwing it across the mattress and letting out a frustrated noise into your hands. Rhett was standing at the door with a tray of food.

“Hungry?” He asked as he made his way towards you, taking a seat next to you on the bed. He sat the tray to the side and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Starving, actually. Look… about last night. I- I don’t normally do that,” you confessed.

“What? Come to your ex’s house in the middle of the night and fu-”

“Yeah. That.” Rhett laughed at your sudden shyness. He always knew his crudeness flustered you. “I just- these past few months have been hell without you. And I guess I got a little too excited when you called me last night. But I don’t think I can just be a late-night booty call for you.”

“I don’t want you to be that,” Rhett said.

“Oh.”

“I want so much more.” Rhett’s large hands cupped your face, tilting your head up to make you look at him in the eyes. “I was a damn fool to let you go, sweetheart. And I’ll be damned if I make that mistake again.”

Tears prickled the corners of your eyes as you surged forward and wrapped your arms around his neck. He kissed your temple and held you close.

“Now eat up. I learned to cook this just for you.”

It may have been a bad idea last night, but now you’re thinking it was the best decision you’ve ever made as you shared a piece of french toast with Rhett.

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