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jamminvroomvroom · 15 days

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busy.

ln x fem!reader

in which there’s a whole club of people waiting to celebrate the race winner, but he’s a bit busy…

hehehehe i’ve been cooking this one up since he won!! obsessed with this, it’s really not my best work in terms of literary masterpieces, but…. it’s horny self indulgence. enjoy, lemme know what you think, love you!!!

songs to set the mood: the alchemy by taylor swift, agora hills by doja cat, so high school by taylor swift, starboy by the weeknd

warnings: 18+!! minors dni i am so serious! this is just. porn without plot (with a lil plot) like this is peak feral needy lando, dom!lando, oral (f&m receiving), spanking, accidental voyeurism?, max verstappen, dry humping, unprotected sex (don’t do that!), touch of fluff as well, established relationship, crying, overstimulation

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tears well in your eyes, the blurry screen telling you absolutely nothing, but it doesn’t matter anymore. he’s done it. the screams engulfing the garage seem to rattle all around you, the vibrations pushing your elation up another notch.

lando norris, formula 1 race winner.

your lando.

his voice floods your ears, so loud that the headphones seem to quiver as he screeches. a few tears roll thick down your face when he thanks his mum and dad, dedicates the win to his grandma, but then he says your name and you forget how to breathe.

“i’m nothing without you, baby.” his voice breaks, and your body is wracked with sobs.

various arms are slung over your shoulder, members of the team guiding you out of the garage and into parc ferme. the metal barrier digs into your ribs as you lean against it, desperate to catch a glimpse of him. his car rolls into position, the p1 marker sending another wave of emotion through you, and when he pulls himself out, he stands tall, proud, points to the sky.

you fall in love with him all over again.

he’s slapped on the back and passed around by the drivers but when he sets his sights on the sea of orange, nothing else exists. he’s flying over your head before you can even register it, elevated by the team and you watch him in awe. when he sees you, eyes locking with yours, a heart-melting, pantie-dropping grin spreads across his face and you can see the redness lining his eyes.

i love you he mouthes.

he’s lowered to the ground, spinning round to face you immediately. he tugs you as close as he can, the barrier definitely leaving it’s mark on both of you, and kisses you messily. all of the energy that he has left, all that he can muster, is put into the kiss, leaving you breathless, tugging on the fabric of his race suit like you’ll die if he gets taken away.

“‘m so proud of you.” you whisper against his lips, shivering as his thumbs graze your cheekbones.

“i love you so fucking much.” he beams, teeth clashing with yours when he kisses you with a smile.

“go get that trophy, mr norris.” you coo, and he winks, pressing his lips to your forehead. then, he’s gone.

champagne vapour leaves your skin sticky.

“lando, we gotta go.” you breathe, head rolling back to give him even more access to your strained neck, resting against the door of your shared hotel room.

you’re draped in orange satin, obviously, the short dress clinging to you deliciously, the one you always pack just in case. lando had been trying to convince you to stay in and let him have his way with you, and the second he walked out of the bathroom, still dripping from his shower, there was no way the pair of you were heading anywhere in a hurry.

“says who?” he grunts, his hips digging into yours.

“there’s a whole club waiting to celebrate with you-“

“the only person i want to celebrate with is you.” he punctuates his words with a harsh nip of his teeth.

“lando.” you whine in protest, not because you actually want him to stop, but because you don’t want to deprive him of a night out with his friends.

“try and convince me to go one more time, and i’ll edge you until you fucking cry.” he licks up your neck, tugging you from against the door, and guides you towards the bed. “and when you’re begging for me to make you cum, i’ll get you dressed up all pretty and we’ll go to the club with you dripping down your thighs.”

your lips quivers, caught between your teeth at his promise. you know he means it. his eyes darken when you nod quickening your pace until you’re stood at the foot of the bed. he’d only made it as far as putting his jeans on, so you rake your nails down his chest, watching as the tanned skin pales as you dig your fingertips in.

you teeter on your tip toes, leaning up to kiss him but he pulls back, smirking, holding you at arms length while he wiggles his jeans off and clambers onto the bed. you pout, watching him position himself up against the headboard, curling two fingers that beckon you forwards. you kick off your heels, crawling up the bed until you sit pretty on his lap, your dress riding up your thighs as you straddle him, leaving the lace of your panties flush against the cotton of his underwear.

you lean in to kiss him, but his fingers catch your chin, holding you back. you whine at the way he restrains you for a second time, wanting nothing more to melt into his frame while you lick into his mouth. he tuts, damp curls falling over his forehead.

“five minutes ago you wanted to go out.” lando tilts his head accusingly, a teasing lilt to his tone.

“changed my mind.” you hum, attempting to roll your hips. he slaps your thigh, light enough that it doesn’t hurt, hard enough that you sink into submission.

“you’re gonna have to prove that to me.” he sighs, feigning sympathy. you’re pulsing against him, and he can feel the damp heat of your cunt. “you’re gonna grind your little pussy on me until i can see how wet you are. gotta convince me, baby.” he grins at you, flashing his teeth. your jaw goes slack.

“lan.” you moan, eyes widening at his instruction.

“show me how bad you wanna congratulate me.” lando’s voice drops an octave, gravelly and direct, sending bolts of lightning down your spine.

you rock your hips over his bulge, slowly at first, tentative for the first couple of glides. you can feel how hard he is, your clit bumping the thick head of his cock as you grind down on him. your wetness begins to seep through the skimpy lace as you pick up the pace, revelling in the friction, the fire that you’ve lit between your two bodies.

lando makes no effort to help you, not at first, watching smugly as you slick him up. he can feel your warmth washing over him, the way you struggle to keep going as the pleasure builds. he focuses his eyes on the splotch growing on his crotch, honing in on the way your folds are slipping out of your quite frankly useless underwear. his lip catches between his teeth, pupils blown wide. his self restraint completely dissolves, one hand tangling in your hair, slotting his lips over yours, while his other flies to your waist forcing your hips backwards and forwards.

“wanna get my tongue on you, taste the mess you’ve made.” he mumbles against your lips. your thighs clench around his waist, rutting frantically on his lap. “‘n then i’m gonna get my fingers inside of you. it’ll be so easy, won’t it? can feel you dripping already. messy girl.”

“please.” you rasp. “lando, i need you.” you’re pleading, pushing his curls back and tugging hard at the chocolate strands.

“oh, honey,” he starts, flipping you onto your back. you gasp, smoothing your hands over the slope of his back, your nails raking between his shoulder blades. “i’m gonna have you exactly how i want you.”

he doesn’t have to work too hard to get you naked, peeling sodden lace down your thighs and shoving the satin of your dress over your tits, off of your frame. it cascades onto the floor, wrinkled in a heap, but you couldn’t possibly care less, not when he’s snaking down your body on a mission. his tongue drags over your clavicle, over the curve of your breast, stopping briefly to tease your nipple. he scrapes his teeth over the bud, continuing his trail over your abdomen, the plush skin of your belly.

“say please.” lando taunts, staring up at you through thick lashes. he rests his head against your hip bone, raising an eyebrow. you’re shaking already, in no mood to play games. if this is what he wants, you can’t deny him. he’s your race winner.

“please, baby. want your tongue on me.” you pant, softening your eyes in sheer desperation.

“where?” he coos, punctuating his borderline cruel question with soft kisses over your navel.

you smile coyly, keeping eye contact as your fingers dart between your spread thighs. you dip into your folds, splaying them open for him, tracing your clit a few times. you’re utterly soaked, impressed almost.

“right here.” you’re blushing, but you know just how he likes it, and your tactics are proven right when he groans, guttural and feral, pinning your thighs to the mattress.

your head thuds against the pillows at the sensation of the first swipe, his tongue dragging from your opening to your swollen clit. his face is submerged between your thighs, you can’t see him anymore, but you can certainly feel him. you can feel the slow glide of his tongue, tasting every little drop of you, can feel the vibration when he hums out in pure bliss.

it makes your head spin, the way most guys would expect you to drop to your knees, but lando gets his kicks on his, lost between your thighs. your eyes roll back every time he burrows himself deeper, slurping obscenely where you’re dripping.

“lando!” you grit your teeth, nearing the edge, and it spurs him on, two fingers running up the crease of your thigh, lathering through your wetness.

the digits glide inside of you seamlessly, casting an echo of noise that makes you blush. he groans against your clit - you’re utterly soaked - sending a buzz shooting up your spine.

“oh, baby.” he slurs, enticed, rutting against the mattress. you’re in an absolute state, and it’s all his fault.

two fingers curl, your feet kick out uncontrollably, and he laughs, laughs, into your cunt. you can’t help yourself, barrelling towards your release, unable to resist the rush of white hot pleasure. he fucks his fingers into you even faster, you scream, throat going raw as he scissors in and out of you. your foot finds his shoulder, trying to kick him away, teetering dangerously close to the brink of overstimulation. he doesn’t let it phase him, aside from the furrowing of his brows in annoyance, slinging your leg over his shoulder and splitting you open.

“my- oh god.” you choke, spasming up the mattress. he’s not even thrusting his fingers anymore, instead he’s grinding them against that one special spot, sucking hard at your clit.

you cum again, limp on the mattress, eyes squeezed shut. you’re slurring his name, babbling incoherently when he pulls off of you, sitting back on his knees. he looks proud of himself, too proud, smirking at your lifeless body. you feel like you’re part of the mattress, so sunken into it and exhausted. he’s covered in you, lips swollen maroon, fingers coated. every part of him that has touched you seems to shine in the dim light. his curls have dried now, fluffy and untamed, falling over his greying eyes.

“taste better than champagne.” he whispers, falling onto his forearms and caging you in.

your skin litters with goosebumps, his bare chest against yours, and you crane your head, lazily kissing him. you can taste yourself on his lips, mouthing down his jaw until you reach the sensitive skin below his ear. you scrape your teeth down his jugular, slow, sinking in softly to the bulk of his shoulder. he falters, shivering, collapsing his entire body weight onto you.

plump lips suck purple splotches onto the base of his neck, where no one will see.

you want him to lose control, ram into you and fuck you like he’ll die if he doesn’t, so you continue to tease, misbehave as you rake your teeth over his bronzed skin. his eyes are shut, thick lashes dusting his cheekbones as he succumbs to your torture. your hand skims his belly, muscles pulled taut under your fingertips, and you find the band of his boxers, dipping under the fabric. he registers your touch, and something within him snaps, his eyes flying open. he rolls off of you, finding his feet as he moves from the bed to the mini fridge.

“on your knees.” he grins at you, beckoning you to the carpeted floor.

you’re dazed, staring at the green bottle in his hands. condensation runs down the thick glass of the champagne bottle and you blank, utterly perplexed by what he’s about to do, your thighs involuntarily clenching. lando’s impatient, tutting as his hand wraps around your ankle, tugging you down the bed towards him. you’re shocked back to reality by his brazenness, scrambling from the mattress. you fall to your knees, licking your lips in anticipation, watching him through gleaming doe eyes. he softens, captivated by how ready you are for him, but it’s short-lived and the smirk returns.

“go on, baby. you know what to do.” lando strokes your cheek soothingly. your fingers curl into his waistband once again, and this time he lets you drag his boxers down. his cock springs free, hard and weeping, and your mouth fills with saliva, urgently taking him into your hand. “open wide.”

you look up at him just in time, watching how he raises the champagne bottle. he shakes it, once, twice, and your jaw drops as he pops the bottle. the liquid sprays, frothy and golden, dripping down your chest, over your tits, down your belly. you’re sticky, stickier, watching him in awe as the liquid pools around your knees. you notice how he’s glistening, the spray catching his abs, dripping south.

the noise he makes is carnal, a sigh of relief sounding when you lick over his hip bone, tracing your tongue over his pelvis until you reach the base of his cock. his hips stutter when you take him between your lips, the tip hitting the back of your throat as he immediately gives in to the warmth of your wet mouth. one of his hands works through your hair, bobbing you backwards and forwards, the other clasping tight around the neck of the bottle. he raises it to his parted lips, tipping his head back as he does, the liquid falling into his mouth. your eyes trace the curve of his neck, the swell of his lips, the way his knuckles have turned white contrasting the green glass. you wouldn’t be surprised if you were dripping onto the carpet.

“look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” lando grins dopily, his nails scratching over your scalp. the moan that emits, low and needy from the back of your throat, makes him shudder. “enough now.” he pulls you off of him, but he leaves you on your knees.

the hand in your hair travels to cup your jaw, his thumb flush against your reddened lips. he pulls them apart, bringing the bottle down to your level. you accept it, welcoming the fizzy burst of liquid, swallowing it down in gulps that make your head spin. there’s pride in his eyes when you keeps yours trained on him.

“so good for me, so well behaved.” he mumbles, more to himself it seems, but the praise still leaves you weak.

lando extends his hands, the bottle forgotten on the desk, and he pulls you to your feet, flush against him. you grab at him desperately, pawing at his lean body like he’ll disappear.

“you’re so pretty.” he whispers, nosing over your jaw. you flush, cheeks tinting deep and warm. “‘m so in love with you.” he purrs into your ear.

heat and raw emotion flood through your veins, and you’re shoving him backwards towards the bed, climbing on top of him. your knees bump his hips as you straddle him, your hair fanning his shoulders as you kiss him hard.

“love you. ‘m so proud. wanna show you.” your words come out frenzied, muffled as they get lost to his mouth. your teeth clash with his, his winning smile moulding against yours.

“yeah, baby? gonna show me?” lando’s eyes rake over your frame, his hands guiding your hips. you raise yourself up, your hands lining you up, and then…

“oh.”

“fuck.”

you sink down on him, filling yourself up slowly, the both of you panting already. the glide is slow, easy; he’s so big but you’re so wet.

“aren’t you glad we didn’t go out?” he hisses through gritted teeth, entranced by the way you feel, everywhere, all over him.

you nod, frantic in your agreement, your eyes rolling back in your head as you bottom out. it’s addictive, the stretch of him, your hands gliding over his abs as you try to find some balance. you rock your hips, revelling in the slow grind, up and down. your clit grazes his pubic bone with every rise and fall and you swallow hard, his body sticky under your fingertips.

“you did so good today, lan, so pretty up on that top step.” you pant, circling your hips. he groans, pulling you down so that you’re chest to chest, your lips centimetres apart, when the moment is stolen.

lando’s phone buzzes, over and over, max verstappen’s face filling the iphone screen. lando looks at the device on the bedside table, cursing under his breath.

“must be wondering where the race winner is.” you giggle, choosing to make light of the situation, rather than dwell on your ruined orgasm.

“he can wait.” lando grunts, fingers bruising your hips when he flips you onto your back, his cock staying buried so deep inside of you that you see stars when you hit the mattress.

your leg is thrown over his shoulder callously, a stoniness in his eyes that wasn’t there before. he’s determined to finish you off, show you just how bad he’s wanted you all day, remind you that you’re in bed with a someone who knows how to win. the angle change is jarring, it takes you a minute to adjust, not that he gives you the courtesy, fucking into you how you both like it as the call rings out through the room.

“baby- lando!” you yelp, your belly tight. the waves of pleasure swell in your core, his merciless antics send you barreling towards another orgasm. you’re teetering over the edge, his thumb flush against your clit, spasming at his manipulation, dangerously clos-

buzz buzz buzz buzz.

“for fuck sake!” lando swears, pulling out of you. you whine wantonly at the loss, pouting up at him.

he drags you to the edge of the bed until your legs hang over, flipping you angrily onto your belly. your cheek is pressed into the duvet, your toes barely graze the floor. his ringtone continues to sound out and he hastily grabs his phone. he hits the green button the same time he slides back into your cunt.

“what, max?” he spits, thrusting into you, so deep that you can’t help the screech that burns the back of your throat. it’s obscene, really, the way you gush around him at the knowledge that someone else is listening in, at the fact that lando takes pride in how good he makes you feel.

you try to muffle your cries, really, you do, but lando has other plans. he gathers your hair, winding it around his fingers so that he can pull your face out of the comforter. you sob, loud, the lewd squelch of where you’re joined with him more than audible.

“i’m busy. fuck off.” lando growls throwing the phone down onto the bed, conveniently right next to your head. the call is still in progress, but max is quick to hang up when he hears your shaky breath, poorly concealed squeals.

“you’re insane.” you manage to choke out. he laughs wetly, the sound making you dizzy.

lando shuffles the pair of you up the bed, propping you onto your knees, all the while hammering into you with that athletic stamina that makes your head spin. the pad of his index finger traces your thigh, finding home on your clit and the tears fall harder, blurring your vision. he pulls your back to his chest, beginning a deep grind that renders your speechless.

“you liked that, didn’t you? him hearing how good i make you feel.” lando’s breath fans the shell of your ear. you nod, mumbling something incoherent, too blissfully exhausted.

‘cuz you’re so good to me. so so good to me.

“thought about shoving your panties in your mouth to shut you up, but you ruined them, didn’t you baby?” lando circles your clit harder, tugging at your earlobe “remember? when you weren’t being a good for me? but you are now, aren’t you, honey? you’re my good girl, hm?”

you clamp down around him, heat licking down your spine. you’re clammy with sweat, glazed with champagne, at one with him. lando shudders as you tighten around him, holding you as close as he can get. you writhe against him when you hit your peak, slumping against him as you quiver. pearly whites sink into your flesh, hard enough to to ground you, not enough to hurt you. you love it, him, everything about this. you coax him into his orgasm, his thrusts turn sloppy and he cums, thick and hot.

it takes a solid five minutes before you can move, the pair of you crawling up the bed, stretching like two sun-kissed cats. you’re sweaty, stuck together tangled between white bedding that definitely needs changing.

“that was-“

“better than any race win.” lando sighs, languidly smiling against your hair line where he lays gentle kisses, his entire demeanour changed in a matter of minutes.

“you’re just saying that.” you tease, drumming your fingers over his chest.

“no, ‘m not. i loved every moment of today, best day of my life,” he breathes, dazed. “but i love you more.”

max sips his drink, the dial tone sounding through his ears.

“just won a fucking race and he’s not here yet.” oscar laughs. typical lando.

the call goes to voicemail, but max is drunk, persistent, and quite frankly, feeling a little annoying.

“‘m gonna try him again.” max nods his head, tapping against his phone screen impatiently.

“did you consider the fact that he might be… busy?” charles smirks into his drink, slumping against the back of the booth.

it’s too late, the ferrari drivers suggestion falls on deaf ears. max has made the call, again, but this time he gets an answer.

“where the fuck are you?” max asks, but then his face pales.

“what?” oscar tilts his head, watching in confusion as max wrinkles his nose.

the phone goes flying from max’s hands, thudding against the cushioned seats, his jaw hanging agape. once the disbelief subsides, he’s giggling like a child.

“guess he was busy then, hm?” charles raises a knowing eyebrow.

“yeah,” max is red now, cackling. “something like that.”

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katsu28 · 11 months

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through the lens

pairing: jamie tartt x reader

summary: a richmond win, a trip to ola’s, and a camera is all it takes to find out how jamie tartt really feels about you

warnings: swearing ofc, reader is afc richmond's team photographer, 2.5k

a/n: humbly inviting begging anyone and everyone to drop ted lasso requests from this list or this one in my inbox <3 i write for jamie, roy, sam, dani, and isaac! now pls enjoy the result of my jamie tartt brainrot

The atmosphere in the locker room was positively electric.

AFC Richmond was fresh off their first win in a very long time, and everyone was beyond ecstatic, buzzing with residual adrenaline and pride on a game well played. All the players were in a huddle in the center of the room, jumping at each other with nothing but pure joy in their eyes.

All you could do was try your best to capture the moment without getting in the way of the festivities, which you somehow managed by climbing up onto one of the benches in front of the lockers as you snapped picture after picture of the team getting their celebration on. Nobody really paid you any mind throughout, until you turned your camera on one Jamie Tartt, who was already looking right at you the second your viewfinder focused on him.

He beamed, lifted his hand up in a small wave, and for a split second you thought he might’ve started to make his way over to you, but he was caught on the shoulder and redirected by an overjoyed Dani Rojas. You swiveled away from Jamie and towards where Colin and Isaac had started some sort of chant that you could barely make out over the ruckus.

Focusing on them gave you the chance to let your heart rate settle back down after sharing that split second moment with Jamie. It was pathetic, really—pining over someone like him.

More of a silly little crush than anything, you knew it would never lead to anything because you’d rather a sinkhole open up in the middle of the road and swallow you up than tell Jamie that you liked him. But that didn’t stop your feelings for him from growing. He’d come back to AFC Richmond someone different—sweet and empathetic and the biggest supporter of his fellow Greyhounds—which made it that much harder to keep your crush under wraps.

Hell, Keeley had figured it out within weeks of his return and accidentally let it slip to Roy. He’d very gruffly assured you that he hadn’t told a soul, but you were sure that the whole team knew about it by now. Everyone except Jamie. You’d never been so glad for his thick head.

“Alright, I know y’all are excited about the win, I am too but listen up!” Coach Lasso’s voice cut through the commotion, hands waving over his head to get his players’ attention. At the drop of a hat, every single one of them fell quiet, eagerly awaiting what their beloved coach had to say.

You were looking forward to it too, not only because a Lasso signature speech was always a great opportunity to get raw, unfiltered photos of the team, but because he always had something positive to say, no matter what the outcome on the pitch had been. The amount of love and care Ted Lasso had for his players was his strong suit, and it showed in everyone’s respect for him.

“I’m real proud of what all y’all did out there on the pitch tonight. I know I say that after every match and I mean it every time, but this one is just a little bit sweeter. I appreciate every single one of you boys more than you could imagine,” He continued, looking to address each person. They looked like kids again, giddy with glee as they soaked in their coach’s praise.

You took shot after shot of everyone in the moment, so enveloped in your craft that you didn’t notice someone had come to stand beside you until you let your camera hang. That was when you noticed Jamie, inching closer with an innocent look on his face until he saw you looking down at him.

“Hiya,” He said, playfully nudging your leg with a cheeky smile. “Gettin’ a good view up there?”

“Shouldn’t you be listening to your coach?” You shot back, fighting the urge to pick your camera back up and take a shot of his lopsided grin and stupidly endearing twinkle in his eye as he looked up at you.

“Nothin’ I haven’t heard before.” Jamie shrugged, but he turned back around to look at Ted.

Even though he wasn’t paying attention to you, it was hard not to pay attention to him. That was a problem you’d increasingly been running into, not being able to focus when Jamie was around. You thought you’d had it under wraps, but it seemed like you’d developed a sixth sense for whenever he wandered into your vicinity. And lately, that sense had been pinging a lot more than usual.

Maybe you were reading too much into things, but it seemed like Jamie had been popping up everywhere you went in the facility. Granted, it was mainly the pitch and the locker room hallways, but it flustered you all the same. One brief conversation about even something mundane like weekend plans or the weather paired with a smile and a cheeky wink before he disappeared around a corner and you were left wondering what you’d been doing in the first place.

Ted was closing out his speech by the time you’d remembered you were actually supposed to be doing your job right now. You jerked out of your thoughts, snapping a few photos of the coaching staff before he finished up for the night. “Now go ahead and let loose, golden goose!”

“I’m pretty sure it is geese, Coach,” Sam chimed in, giving him a good natured smile.

“You know what I mean! Go have some fun, celebrate, all that jazz. But not too much fun because I expect to be seein’ y’all bright and early tomorrow morning for practice. Remember, the early bird gets the worm! See, I know I did that one right.” With that, Ted waved the team off, retreating back into the coaches’ office with Coach Beard on his heels and leaving them with all their pent up energy.

“Sam says we’re all going to Ola’s to celebrate!” Bumbercatch exclaimed, drawing a roar of approval from the rest of the team.

“You comin’ with us?” Jamie asked you hopefully, tilting his head to the side a bit. Warmth bloomed on your cheeks at the prospect of him wanting you to tag along. “Catch the festivities, give the people what they want?”

Oh. He was asking because you were their photographer. Not for the other foolishly hopeful reason you were thinking of. Of course.

“Yeah, I’ll tag along. Gotta catch you boys in your natural habitat, don’t I?”

Jamie’s mouth lifted into a cool smirk. “‘Course you do. You can catch a ride with me, if you want.”

“Oh! Um, only if it’s not too much trouble.” You could only hope you didn’t sound as breathless as you felt.

He nodded, extending a hand up towards you to help you down from your perch. You accepted it maybe a bit too eagerly, because your step down from the bench put you a little closer to Jamie than you’d planned, barely a few inches between the two of you. You swore you almost stopped breathing when his chest brushed against yours as he inhaled a sharp breath. You forced yourself to meet his gaze, and it almost looked like he was as stunned as you.

You both mumbled an apology, words tumbling over each other messily as you stepped apart. His hand flew up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly. Yours went straight for your camera, busying yourself with a few random buttons as if it were a defense mechanism. Neither of you could look at the other for a good while, not until you got into Jamie’s car and were on the way to Ola’s to meet the rest of the team.

“So. What’d you think of the game?”

“S’good! You did great, Jamie,” You exclaimed, excited now. It was true, Jamie had been on fire tonight with a goal and two assists. “All of you did great.”

“Should I pose for ya next time? Give ya a proper action shot?“ He sounded only half joking. “M’trusting you to make me look good, y’know!”

“Posing is overrated. I like the shots I get when you lot get out there on the pitch. They’re natural.”

“But what if I make a stupid face when I pass the ball? Those can’t be any good.”

“They’re called candids, and I happen to think they look better than your promotional shots.”

“Bullshit! I looked sexy in those shots and you know it.”

While he wasn’t wrong, you had a point to prove now. Taking a deep breath, you counted to three in your head before picking your camera back up, swiveling in your seat and snapping one, two, three pictures of him.

Jamie’s brow furrowed at the shutter clicks, giving you a confused glance over in your direction. “Oi! What’s that for?”

“That’s a candid.” You said simply, ignoring your heart pounding a million miles a minute against your ribcage. You flicked through the photos, pleased to see that they’d come out just as you suspected—perfect.

“Not even getting my good angle, some photographer you are,” He muttered, giving his head an overexaggerated shake.

“All your angles are good, Jamie,” You scoffed. “And you don’t need me to make you look good, ‘cause you’re doing it just fine on your own.” You didn’t realize what you’d said until a beat later when he looked extremely delighted, but every part of what you said was true.

Even caught off guard and driving, Jamie Tartt looked unfairly good. The lights off the dashboard washed over his handsome face in a warm light, making him look softer than the harsh lights of Nelson Road did.

On the football pitch, he was tough and cocky, mouthing off to opposing team with the sole purpose of getting under their skin, and the lighting reflected that. He was Jamie Tartt, a striker with a right foot kissed by God, one of the greatest footballers in Richmond history. In this car, here with just the two of you, he was at ease. His guard was down, his facade gone. He was just Jamie Tartt, a boy from Manchester. That was the Jamie you’d grown some not-so-small feelings for.

Ola’s was definitely quieter than any pub in Richmond would’ve been, though you suspected that the team rather enjoyed it this way. They loved and appreciated their fans, but it was nice to be surrounded by friends as opposed to being gawked at the whole night. Even so, someone had turned on music with a heavy beat that thumped through the restaurant and everyone was having a good time.

It was the perfect opportunity to grab a few more quick shots of the team and you took it gratefully, milling around the place for a bit snapping pictures here and there before coming back to your seat to flick through everything. You had to see what you could give the PR team to put on Richmond’s socials.

A pint of beer slid in front of you drew you away from your camera, but it was mostly the smiling Jamie who’d slid into the chair next to you. He leaned in a little closer to be heard over the chatter of the restaurant, bracing his arm on the back of your chair.

“D’you ever stop working?”

“Meaning?”

“Nothin’ bad! I just mean…every time I see ya you’re nose deep in that camera, barely get t’see your face.”

“The point of my job is to see your face, not mine,” You joked, growing more nervous at the way he was looking at you, like he meant he actually wanted to see your face more instead. Jamie’s expression softened into something fond, knee bumping against yours gently, fingers brushing against your shoulder. His touch sent a feeling not unlike static shock through you, racing through your veins and sending your heart thundering loudly in your ears.

You were suddenly aware of just how close he was to you and leaning closer still, so close you could see a smudge of dirt from the pitch on his neck that he’d missed, the flecks of gray in his blue eyes.

“S’shame. Got a face too pretty to be behind the lens all the time. Prettier than mine, even.”

“Stop it,” You mumbled, but there was no real force behind your words. Jamie thought you were pretty. It made you feel giddy inside.

“No, you stop it. You’re stunnin’.” He insisted, looking entirely sincere.

“You’re just saying that.”

“M’not. I mean it.” Jamie shook his head vehemently. You pressed your lips together, denying it still. “You don’t believe me. Here,” He was quick to grab your camera off the table carefully, leaning back a bit and hitting the shutter button determinedly. You’d barely managed to stretch an arm over your face before the flash went off. He squinted at the tiny screen, studying it for a few seconds before smiling proudly.

“Think I finally know what’s so good about those candids you keep talkin’ about. That one’s a keeper.” He was firm in his words, turning the camera around to show you the picture he’d taken. Part of your face was obscured by your outstretched hand, but you could see most of your smile and a gleam in your eyes that you didn’t know you had until this very moment. You liked it.

“D’you wanna go on a date with me sometime?” He asked hopefully, fiddling with the edges of his shirtsleeves. Warmth flooded your cheeks in an instant. “A proper one, where I can come by yours and ring your doorbell and give you flowers and all that shit.”

“Someone give Lust Conquers All a ring, ‘cause Jamie Tartt is a changed man!” You shouldn’t have been cracking jokes right now. It definitely wasn’t the time, but you couldn’t help yourself. It escaped before you could take it back.

But Jamie just rolled his eyes playfully, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah, alright, have a laugh. You didn’t say yes.”

“I also didn’t say no.” You pointed out, scooting a few inches closer to him. He returned the gesture, sliding towards you until your knees pressed together. You were inches away from each other, again, but this time it was different. This time, you knew how he felt about you.

“That’s still not a yes.” He said softly, so quiet you wouldn’t have heard it had you not been as close to him as you were right now.

You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek and his eyes fluttered shut. “How’s that for a yes?”

“S’good. Missed the mark though. Should be more like…” He trailed off, sneaking a quick peck to your lips before grinning sheepishly. “That.”

“Sneaky boy.” You rolled your eyes, but your tone was anything but annoyed. “Good thing you’re cute.”

He preened at your compliment, giving a little self satisfied smile. “And a good photographer?”

“Decent. If football doesn’t pan out, maybe I could make you my assistant.”

“That mean I get to spend all day with you?”

“If you can handle it.”

Jamie’s lips quirked up into a soft smile and he kissed you again, a little longer this time. His hand moved up your shoulder around the back of your neck tenderly, a blooming warmth against your skin. “I’ll manage.”

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Too Cocky

“See you tonight, Jacob?” Brad asked his friend in the locker room, about to leave after practice.

“For sure, bro. I just gotta shower real quick and I’ll be there.” After their big win, the team had planned to celebrate with a bar crawl.

“Awesome, don't take too long, bro!” joked Brad.

Jacob was always the last person in the locker room after games. He was the star of the team—talented, big, handsome—which meant he was highly complimented. Jacob loved nothing more than to walk around the locker room to the adoration of his teammates, flexing and showing off his godlike stature to earn their praise and remarks.

With Brad out the door, Jacob finally went to take his shower. He stopped in front of the mirrors in front of the sinks lining the outside wall and began to put on a show for himself—he rarely passed up such an opportunity.

“Yeah, man. I always get such a good pump after a game,” he said to himself as he lifted his arms into a double bicep pose. He certainly had a body to be proud of. At 6’3” and 215 pounds of solid muscle, he was one of the biggest on the team. And with long blond hair and a chiseled jaw line, he was looker for sure. “Imagine what that team would be without me.”

After posing a bit longer, he walked over to the showers and undressed. He turned on the water and looked down at his beautiful cock. “Yeah, I’m definitely the biggest on the team.”

“Maybe,” commented a voice from behind.

“What the fuck!? Who’s there!?” cried Jacob, swinging himself around.

“No one important. Just an admirer,” responded Brad.

“Oh, hey man. You freaked me out there. I thought you left.”

“I did, but I forgot my bag. When I came back, I heard you in here and thought I would see what you were up to. You put on a good show, stud.”

“You liked that, bro. You like seeing this?” he gestured to himself. “I wouldn't have pegged you for a fairy. I mean, I guess I don’t blame you.”

“I wouldn’t have pegged you for one,” said Brad with a sly smile.

At that moment, Jacob began to look at Brad in a way he hadn't before. Brad was also pretty built, standing around 6’1” on a muscular frame of around 190 pounds with a big powerful chest. Jacob gulped.

“I think I’ll join you,” added Brad. “I was going to shower at home, but might as well do it here.”

Jacob remained frozen as he stared at Brad’s tree trunk legs sliding out of his pants. He nearly drooled when Brad’s biceps squeezed as he slowly removed his tight t-shirt.

“Woah, dude,” he said finally. “You’re lookin’ swole.” He was surprised at himself. It wasn’t like him to compliment others.

“Oh yeah?” Brad answered, bouncing his pecs slightly. “I have been doing some extra training with coach.”

“It’s been payin’ off, bro. Your pecs are huge.” Again, he was surprised. His mouth hung open as his eyes hungrily studied Brad’s godlike torso. Is dick twitched a bit.

“Feel them.”

And with that, Jacob rushed eagerly over to Brad and began to submissively worship his chest, in complete admiration of the size—the power. “What is happening?” he thought to himself. “My chest bigger. I am the strongest guy on the team.” But he strangely didn’t believe that.

Smiling that sly smile, Brad responded by flexing. Breathing deeply, he taunted, “That’s right, bitch. You just can’t get enough of me. You wish you could look like this, to feel as big and powerful as me.”

At that moment, Jakob became aware of a strange sensation. It was as if he was shrinking. He looked up at Brad, who looked taller and taller in comparison as Jakeb shrank down to 5’7”. He stepped back for a moment to see his once bulging biceps contracting. His defined, prominent chest lowered and nearly flattened out. His formerly thick thighs became much more lithe as his ass began to expand with a mixture of fat and muscle. Simultaneously, his mind was drained of all knowledge of sports and chicks while an intense focus and obsession with the hunk before him replaced it. After only a second, Jake practically leapt back towards the muscle jock, burying his head in Brad’s armpit while the jock moaned.

Brad was going through his own transformation. His joints cracked slightly as he grew a few inches taller and his feet expanded into giant size 15s. His already beefy muscles expanded even more, veins popping out of his arms as he hit a double bicep pose. “Fuck yeah, you little fairy,” Brad moaned through heavy breaths and deep grunts. “Worship a real man.”

With that, Brad pushed the twink to his knees. Jake, excited and eager, began to suck Brad’s growing cock.

“Take it all, slut!” he roared in a deep voice, his giant hand gripping the top of Jake’s platinum blond head while his 8” python grew in his mouth. With his other hand, Brad felt his new engorged muscles, running his fingers up his chiseled abs before groping his pecs.. “MmmmMmmM.”

Jake could only moan slightly as his mind focused on Brad’s amazing dick. The twink’s now thick, seductive lips smacked and sucked as his tongue worked its magic. His mind was filled with images of pleasuring men. Being used as a vessel, a little fucktoy. As he deep throated the expanding rod, the muscle god’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

“Shit!” Brad yelled. He began to grunt, bucking his pelvis as his load exploded into the face of the submissive twink, who swallowed it in turn.

“Yaaassss, Brad!” Jake squealed in his newly high voice as he pulled away from the muscle god’s pelvis. “That was, like, so hot.”

“Huh,” he laughed. “What did you expect? That’s what you get from a body like this.”

“Mmm. Love it, stud. Hehehe. Come on, big boy. Let’s, like, go out to the bars. You can, like, use me to make the rest of the team, like, jealous.”

“We’ll catch up with them later. First I have plans for you at home,” Brad responded as he grabbed Jake’s juicy bubble butt.

They both liked the sound of those plans.

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boldlygoingtohell · 6 months

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In a weird way, as a Jew, I can kinda take Normal Antisemitism™️.

I mean, I understand where right-wing racists are coming from when it comes to their antisemitism. At the end of the day, theirs just comes from fear, replacement theory, etc… It’s easily identifiable. 2+2=4. Yea its shitty, but I see how they got from A to B and it’s a straight line.

But left-wing antisemitism?? Like, how does that happen? I thought the left was about supporting minority groups, encouraging them to speak and be heard. But all I’m seeing from leftists these days (I myself being super fucking liberal, left, etc…) is just waves and waves of antisemitism. And yes it has to do with Israel, but these people are incapable of criticizing the Israeli government without going “all Jews are responsible!” in the process. It's infuriating.

Are all the the world’s Jews, millions of which live OUTSIDE of Israel, now responsible for Israel’s actions? I'M a stupid American! I’ve never even BEEN to Israel, much less know the intricate details of a geo-political conflict whose complexities go willfully unlearned by armchair activists in favor of yelling in all caps for 140 characters.

But what really gets me, and I mean REALLY get me about the whole situation, is the hypocrisy.

Remember how awful it was when we saw waves of Islamophobic hate crimes after 9/11, American Muslims with no ties to al-Qaeda being targeted for the faith those terrorists claimed to represent?

Or do you remember standing against the wave of anti-Asian hate crimes that was spurned on by COVID falsehoods? The “China virus” as Trump so eloquently put it? You remember being pissed about that, not blaming Asian Americans but standing with them against hate?

And hell, I’ve heard there has been a rash of Islamophobic attacks again because of the Israeli-Gaza conflict. That’s fucking awful, and I will stand against that bull shit because it does not belong here, end of story.

But now there are also antisemitic attacks, hate crimes, being perpetrated around the world. And who are the perpetrators now? The left that stood against everything else. There's no widespread ally-ship for Jews like me. There's no sweeping social media campaign, no catchy hashtag, no ice bucket challenge.

Why am I allowed to be condemned for what a country on the other side of the world is doing, when I have nothing to do with it? Why can I have the finger pointed at me when I don’t want the fighting in the first place? Why must Jews be allowed to be the target of this ire when it's already been decided that other ethnicities/religions don't deserve it either?

Now, I am PROUD to be Jewish; it is my culture, in my heritage, in my literal blood. It is in my genetics, my bones, my spoken language, it is in the holidays I celebrate, the philosophies I live by.

But it is also in the generational trauma of my mother insisting I have a passport as a young child, not because we were traveling, but in case we had to flee. It is in her inherent distrust of the government; a card-carrying Democrat all her life, she would always remind me, "if you don't think the government can't turn on you, you're kidding yourself." It is her constant reminders that as a Jew, our assimilation is conditional, our acceptance is political. I felt these, but never as strongly as she did. Not until now.

I am third generation American, and yet I feel like an outsider in the only country I have ever known. People who I thought understood, who were my friends, who marched with me against the injustices of the world, are now calling after Jews to answer for Israel's actions.

I say I don't want the violence to persist and I'm told that I'm, "one of the good ones". I'm told hurt Israelis don't deserve sympathy because, "all Jews are rich anyway, right? Who cares." I tell them my fears about the rising antisemitism and wearing my star of david necklace out. I'm told, "it doesn't matter, you're white anyway."

For the first time in my life, the racists aren't just some crazy KKK members. They're not just Nazis marching around with beer bellies and ill fitting helmets. It's not just some screeching street preacher who claims I'm going to hell after he caught the glint off my star of david necklace. If needs be, I can kick and punch my way out of those. They're just idiots. Isolated, concentrated incidents. It'd be a good story to tell at a bar the next day though a gap-toothed smile and a sling on my shoulder.

But now, both sides are coming after me and my people. Now, it's not just idiots who have all of their views backwards; it's people I thought I could trust to have my back, to go down swinging with me against those Nazis. Right. Left. It's everywhere. There's no escape.

It's coming from all sides. It's coming from social media platforms, from dinners with friends, from posters on street lamps.

I live in one of the safest, most Jewish neighborhoods in America, and for the first time in my life I am truly scared.

#jumblr #antisemitism #judaism #jewish #I'm just so tired of it all #I wasn't an anxious person before this #racism #long post I guess #can we go back to the days of punching Nazis?#life was simple

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tongue-like-a-razor · 4 months

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For the celebration (congrats btw!!) could we see the first time that it came up in conversation that Jake had a crush on a mystery girl? However you pictured it happening! Unless it’s too early to reveal it or if you have other plans for it! You can completely ignore this!!

I love your work!!

Aww thank you so much, darling! I love love love this request! I imagine this conversation happening between part 6 and 7 :D Hope you like it!

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Brother's Best Friend - Off Limits

Jake Seresin x Reader

“What’s the matter with you?”

Jake looks up from his drink, a little dazed. “What do you mean?”

Bradley gives him a pointed look. “Well, you didn’t even notice the two chicks we passed on the patio on our way in. Twins. You let me crush you at Mortal Kombat. Twice. You’ve barely touched your beer. And I’m pretty sure you weren’t listening to my rant about the pickles.”

“The pickles?” Jake cocks his head in confusion.

Bradley nods. “Mm-hm, the pickles that are supposed to be on this burger.” He gestures at his half-eaten meal.

Jake stares at Bradley for a moment. “Can’t believe I almost missed that.”

Bradley purses his lips sourly and returns his attention to his food. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re distracted.”

Jake looks down at his own plate and mutely picks up a fry.

Bradley, who’s about to take a bite, slowly lowers his burger, watching Jake zone out again as he chews. Bradley smirks, setting his burger down. “Spill,” he demands.

Jake cringes. “There’s nothing to spill.”

Bradley starts chortling. “Who is she?”

Jake sighs uneasily and finally meets Bradley’s gaze. “Uh, you don’t know her.”

“You bang her yet?”

Jake tries not to wince. “No. She… doesn’t know.”

“Doesn’t know what?” But after two seconds of contemplation, Bradley leans into the table excitedly. “Are you telling me you’re hung up on a chick who has no clue that you’re into her?”

Jake swallows uncomfortably. “Looks like it,” he responds miserably.

“Why haven’t you asked her out?”

Jake glances up at his friend, doing his best not to appear overly guilty. “She’s bad news.”

Bradley’s grin broadens. “I like the sound of that.”

Jake suppresses a groan. “No, it’s not what you think.”

“What do I think?”

Jake grimaces, staring into his fizzing beer. “I just mean… she’s not an option.”

“Because?” Bradley raises his eyebrows expectantly.

Jake shifts in his seat and looks back up warily. The truth is, he wouldn’t mind talking about you at all. In fact, he’s dying to tell his best friend about the emotional turmoil he’s been contending with since he realized he had feelings for you. But, as luck would have it, Bradley is actually the root of the problem, and consequently the last person Jake should be sharing with. Still, Jake really can’t resist talking about you, given how much he’s lately been keeping to himself. “Because she’s” – off limits – “taken.”

Bradley nods sympathetically. “Been there.”

Jake grips his beer stein and lifts it off the table. “Her boyfriend is a real piece of work, too.”

“So, show her that you’re better. Easy.”

Jake sets his beer back down without taking a drink. “Am I?”

Bradley leans back in his seat with a chuckle. “Oh no,” he says.

“What?”

“You fucking like her, dude.”

“I told you, I like her.”

“No.” Bradley shakes his head. “No, no. You don’t just like her, man. You like her.”

Jake is watching Bradley impassively. “Are you fucking glitching?”

Bradley laughs. “Admit it!”

Jake opens his mouth to protest that he already has, but then closes it again because obviously Bradley is right. “Yes, I fucking like her, Bradshaw. I like her enough to know that she shouldn’t be with me.”

Bradley’s obnoxious cackle has fizzled to a merry chuckle now and he shakes his head with a loud, theatrical sigh. “My boy is growing up!”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I’m so proud of you, man.”

“I said, shut the fuck up, Bradshaw.”

Bradley raises his hands in surrender. “Okay,” he says giddily. “So, tell me about her.”

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Crowning Glory // Max Verstappen

Max Verstappen x Princess of the Netherlands!Reader

Max prided himself on his control. His job depended on it. His life depended on it.

Even when he briefly lost control — and he really doesn’t regret the infamous pushing incident — it was always of his own doing.

Until you came into his life.

A knock on the door to his driver’s room started Max. It was race day and it was rare for him to be bothered when he was preparing on his own. A home race meant that everything was heightened. The adrenaline thrummed deeper. The cheers were louder. The Orange Army was nearly blinding in the stands.

“Max,” the familiar voice of his team principal filtered through the door after another knock, “I have someone who would like to meet you.”

“Can’t we do this later, Christian? I know you know my routine by now.”

“Just open the door. I think you’ll be happy to change up your routine this once.”

Max heaved himself off of the small couch and went to send the Brit and whatever guest he brought along away so he could continue to focus on the race in peace.

He opened the door, prepared to shut it in a second, but stopped short when he saw who was standing next to Christian. The guest in question was wearing an elegant summer dress in a bright shade of orange sure to be similarly reflected upon thousands of Dutch fans around the track.

She was also the subject of his long running teenage crush. A crush he thought he had gotten over until he was staring open-mouthed at her right in front of him.

“Hallo,” she takes the initiative to greet Max considering he was still making somewhat of a fool of himself in front of her, “it is a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Max bends into a hasty bow, unsure of the protocols for meeting someone he had only ever seen on the news and the pages of magazines, “Your Royal Highness, I am so sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m the one intruding on your preparations,” she waves his apology off. “I just wanted to stop by and wish you luck before the race. It is my first time attending a Grand Prix in-person but my family and I have been fans for a long time and started following your career when news of an incredibly promising young driver racing under the Dutch flag first made its rounds.”

“I-thank you, Your Highness. I am honored.”

“Well, I will leave you to continue getting ready. Mr. Horner promised me a tour of the garage. Good luck again, you do your country proud.”

Max remained frozen in the doorway, watching the heir apparent walk away with the Red Bull team principal, bodyguards seemingly materializing from the walls to surround her as they made their way into a public area of the F1 Holzhaus.

Max managed to get you out of his head once the race began. The second he got into the car, nothing else mattered. Everything beyond the track ceased to exist as he pushed the car to its limit and passed the chequered flag for yet another home win.

But when it came time for the podium ceremony, there you were front and center, ready to present trophies to the three drivers. Max swore he could feel a spark travel up his arm as your fingers brushed his while handing him the trophy. “Well done! Tonight we celebrate.”

Turns out the celebration was a far cry from the ones he was used to. Instead of a club, Red Bull team members were invited to join you at a nearby royal residence for dinner and drinks. Max listened to you explain why from his seat next to you at the long dining table as you waited for the first course to be served, pleasantly warm from champagne already, “I used to love going out. Tried to have a typical university experience, you know? But I was almost kidnapped last year and despite security stepping in on time I have been forbidden from doing so again. Too much risk.”

And there it was. The reminder of just how different your lives wore despite both being Dutch public figures. One day Max will retire and can live a relatively normal life if he so chooses while you will ascend to the throne and lead a kingdom.

He didn’t exactly pity you — royalty was royalty at the end of the day — but he did sympathize with the constraints that it placed on you and how you lived your life.

Max clears his throat, “I’m not exactly sure how this whole thing works but I would love to take you out.”

He waits for a response and nervously cards his fingers through his hair when he doesn’t get one, “only if you want, of course, Your Highness. I have a sailing boat on the coast not too far from here. It’s not a yacht, though you are welcome to join me on that too if you are ever in Monaco, but I promise that it is peaceful and private. I just thought you would like to get away from all this,” he gestures around the room of mingling Red Bull staff and dignitaries, “for a little.”

“Are you sure?”

“Hhmm?”

You ask again, “are you sure?”

“Sure about what? That I would like to take you on a date? Quite sure.”

“Any privacy we have won’t last long.”

“I know.”

“The press can be brutal.”

“So I’ve learned. I don’t particularly care.”

“There are rules …”

“I will learn them.”

“Okay,” you finally allow a shy smile.

“Okay?”

“Yes, Max. I would love to go on a date with you.”

“Really?”

“Yes. But if we are to date you have to call me Y/N.”

“Gladly … Y/N,” he tests out how your name feels on his lips for the first time.

“Oh and you will have to meet my parents.”

That gives him pause. “Your parents?”

“Yes.”

“As in the King and Queen.”

“Yes.”

“I have to meet the King and Queen?”

“It’s all still a bit old fashioned, I’m afraid. We will need their approval.”

You’re quick to reassure him when you see how quickly the color drains from his face, “my father is a big Ferrari fan but he has a soft spot for you. You need not worry.”

“Your father is the King.”

“Yes.”

“My King.”

“Yes. And he’s my father. You’ll have to get used to it if you see us going anywhere.”

“Right. Of course …” A few seconds pass. “But he’s the King.”

You pat his hand where it’s splayed on the table, “you’ll be fine.”

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Lost Chance • Alexia Putellas

This is pure angst tbh and I accidentally deleted the request but I hope I could do it justice.

Word count: 3.8

“She totally has a crush on you!” Mapi is jumping up and down next to Alexia but the captain rolls her eyes at her friend’s behavior. She moves over to her sports bag and digs around until she finds her shin guards. Mapi looks at her as she expectantly awaits some kind of reaction.

“It’s just puppy love, Maps. Nothing serious” the brunette waves her hand as she sits down and pulls her socks up. She carefully slides in the shin guards, making sure they’re in the right place and Mapi grunts at her words.

“It’s not and you know it!” an accusatory finger is pointed her way but Alexia remains unaffected as she simply raises an eyebrow at Mapi’s immature behavior. She refrains from rolling her eyes again when the blonde drops her arms to her side and exhales loudly.

“We’ve been over this countless times and I told you, I am not interested in her.” Alexia’s voice remains calm as Mapi eyes her with a disbelieving look. The changing room door opens and the two turn to the source but upon noticing that it’s just Ana, they continue the conversation.

“I just don’t get why you won’t give her a chance” Mapi huffs once again and Ana-Maria looks up from her own cleats she had been tying.

“Is this about Y/N again?” clearly, this hadn’t been the first time your name had been brought up regarding the captain and her lack of love life.

“Yes and she still won’t budge. Apparently she’s not interested” Mapi uses air quotes as she fills in Ana who raises her hands in innocence as Alexia shoots her a pointed look.

“She’d be good for you” Ana reciprocates the look her captain gives her and Mapi nods as she turns back to the brunette.

“Girls”

“I’m just saying she’d be good, she knows how to treat a woman.” Alexia raises her eyebrows again at Ana before she stands up, ready for practice.

“Just drop it guys. It’s puppy love.” the blondes give each other a look as the three exit the locker room but they drop the topic for the time being.

This hadn’t been the first time the three - or rather the older women in your team - have spoken to Alexia about you. The captain was vaguely aware of your feelings for her even though you made it blatantly obvious that you were infatuated with everything she did.

The two of you had a complicated relationship. You got along well, you were the extrovert to Alexia’s introvert, the sweet to her shy and most importantly, you made everyone feel comfortable. You were the whole package deal, Mapi and even Marta never failed to remind her.

However, there was one little bump in the road, or rather a whole hill in Alexia’s eyes. For some reason she could never forget about the age gap between the two of you. At first it wasn’t so glaringly obvious - when she didn’t see your age written above your head every time she looked your way.

It was fine for the first four seasons you spent with the team but as you moved up the ranks, moving from being the rookie of the team to being a constant starter and one of Barca’s biggest stars - that’s when the number popped into her head every time she thought of you. The weekly news about the team and the fans didn’t help either, because the two of you were constantly called madre y hija, the present and the future, the mentor and the student, the queen and her heir - you get it.

She saw the difference in age like a gap between two cities, a bridge she was too scared to cross.

“ALE, ALE! PASS!” your voice breaks her out of her thoughts and she looks up from her feet and towards you. Taking a step around Irene she crosses the ball to you and with a proud smile resting on her face she watches as you expertly control the ball and send it flying into the net.

A grin splits across your face as you skip toward her in celebration and she drops an arm around your shoulders.

“Good goal Y/N/N, nice first touch” she compliments and your eyes shine as she does. This was her duty as captain, to hype her teammates up and to praise them and correct them when needed. You knew this yet the proud glimmer in her eyes didn’t fail to get the butterflies in your stomach moving.

“Gracias” you weren’t shy when it came to your skills, you knew you were a promising player for the team’s future. You already were, but the brunette’s praise still made you blush. When Alexia notices she gently nudges you so she can take her arm back and gives you a small smile. She thinks she’s subtle, but she’s never been good at that.

Jonatan’s whistle distracts you though and the coach tells the team that training is over. Alexia wanders to the cooler, deep in thought as she reaches for her water bottle. From the corner of her eye she watches as you jump on Patri’s back, instructing your friend to follow after Jana and Pina.

She takes a big swig of the water as she tries to calm her racing thoughts but as you look down at Jana, she catches herself admiring your side profile. A loud beeping makes her almost choke on the water and she coughs a few times as she clears her throat. The large 23 appears above you, blinding her as it flashes in red and she scoffs, turning her back on you.

“Not interested my ass” Mapi mutters from next to her, making Alexia jump at her voice.

“Where did you come from?!”

Something clicks in Alexia’s brain that night, something she knows she should’ve done a long time ago but she didn’t have enough willpower to do so. She shifts in her bed uncomfortably as she mulls over the thought, nodding to herself in confirmation.

“Bon dia”

Your hand lands on Alexia’s lower back as you catch up to her, smiling from ear to ear. She wants to blame the placement of your hand on the fact that you’re short but she can’t and with her elbows she pushes your arm away from her. She doesn’t look your way as she takes a step to the side and she pretends to not see the confusion flash across your face.

“Are you excited for the El Classico this month? It’ll be your first one since being back!” Your voice carries immense enthusiasm not only for the iconic clash between the two clubs but also your captain’s return to the pitch.

“I am, it will be nice” she doesn’t hold the same excitement as you do but she does muster up a small smile. You frown at the side of her face as she still refuses to look your way.

“Sí and you’ll score a couple of goals. Real Madrid don’t know what’s coming” you lightly laugh as you imagine Los Blancos faces as they’re showered with goals from the one and only Putellas. Alexia’s jaw clenches at the sound, at her own behavior. Yet as she hears the beeping again she refrains from giving you a charming smile like she wants to.

“We’ll see” before you can blink the brunette has disappeared from beside you and you stare after her in slight hurt. Patri, noticing your expression, doesn’t let you dwell on it for too long as she loops an arm around your waist.

“Wanna warm up together?” her toothy grin brings a smile to your face as well and you nod into her shoulder before detaching yourself from her side to get a ball.

You’re a very observant person, everyone knew that about you. Nevertheless, right now you know that your skills are heightened because of your feelings for Alexia. Her avoiding you feels similar to what you imagine a loved one stabbing you in the heart would feel like.

She’s also become more strict. At first she was strict towards everyone on the team and you chalked it up to wanting to be ready for the game against Atletico. However, her closed off behavior continued even after and then before you knew it her glares were only directed at you.

Each time you approached her she’d take the quickest leave possible. Every time you passed her- her bottle she’d barely bat an eyelid at you and reach for another bottle in the cooler, giving Frido an apologetic look when she would drink her water instead.

Your friendship went from talking all throughout practices to barely getting a ‘good morning’ in when arriving at the training facility. It hurt you more than you thought was possible but how could it not when one of your closest friends starts ignoring your existence. You quite literally felt invisible to her.

Mapi glares after her best friend when she notices your eyes gloss over. She approaches you, gratefully taking her water from your hand and she pulls you into her and kisses the side of your head. No words are exchanged between you as she sips on her water but you understand that she’s apologizing for her best friend.

Training was more intense the week of the El Clasico and it was taking a toll on some of you. When Laia slides in as Alexia is dribbling up the field, Irene winces even before Laia’s boots connect with Alexia and the ball. The brunette takes a nasty tumbling and as she doesn’t get up immediately, you’re by her side in an instant. Alexia’s sudden ACL injury last season had caused everyone enough PTSD to raise panic in you the second she stayed put.

“Mierda, mierda!” she’s mumbling into the material of her shirt, only looking up when you lay a gentle hand on her thigh.

“Ale, are you okay? Can you sit up?” your soft words earn you the opposite reaction from what you hoped and the brunette’s eyes harden as she looks you over. She pushes herself up with one arm, the other still holding her ankle. You move with her, getting back up to your feet and holding your hands out.

“Déjame en paz” she spits and your movements falter as she attempts to put pressure on her foot. Your heart is beating out of your chest, terrified as to what would come next.

“Grab my hand, I’ll pull you up” you urge her as she fails to get up on her own, too busy with giving you death stares and she roughly pushes your hand away. You feel the stabbing in your chest again, the heaviness in your stomach.

“Leave me alone”

“Just let me help you Alexia!” you’ve rarely ever said her name, it’s always been Ale but in this moment you think it’s the only way to get her to listen to you.

“I said leave me alone! What don’t you get?! I don’t need your help, I don’t want it and I don’t want you! Go away!” she shouts in fury and this time her voice makes you freeze over. Collective gasps are heard from the rest of the girls as their eyes widen in shock.

You feel your heart stop beating as you slowly straighten up, dropping your arms. Alexia’s grunts are inaudible to you as she stands. You’re wearing a far away expression on your face as your hands start to tremble. Fingers sliding through yours brings you back to the present and your eyes water as you turn to Patri. Your best friend is furious but not with you. Her other hand cradling your face breaks you and the tears start rolling down your cheek.

You barely manage to shake your head at her before you’re off in a sprint towards the changing rooms, an assistant coach ready to follow you. Patri waves her off but before she goes after you, she gives Alexia one last harsh glare.

“You’ve done it now Alexia”

Thirty minutes later when most of the team had already gotten changed and was on the way home, Mapi decides to confront the brunette.

“What is wrong with you?!” her straightforwardness makes Alexia flinch in her seat. Ingrid’s and Panos’ heads snap up while Caro and Frido decide to keep their gazes set firmly on the floor.

“What?” the brunette furrows her eyebrows, she wasn’t new to Mapi’s bluntness.

“You heard me, why are you treating Y/N like she’s a nobody! The girl has done nothing but help you, look out for you and you’ve done nothing but ignore her and give her the cold shoulder!” Mapi is on fire, she was so tired of Alexia treating you the way she has, all because of your feelings for her.

“Mapi I told you I wasn’t interested and you all pushed me-” Frido squints her eyes in confusion.

“Oh no, don’t blame us for how you’ve been behaving! You’ve practically been kicking Y/N to the ground since last week.” Sandra joins in, protective over you.

“This isn’t right Ale, this is no longer about Y/N’s feelings for you-” Marta doesn’t get to finish as the brunette in question interrupts her, the beeping in her ears too loud.

“It’s puppy love not actual feelings.” a beat of silence passes through the group as they look at her with incredulous looks. Mapi has ultimately lost her cool as she detangles her hands from Ingrid’s hold.

“God damn it Alexia! She’s six years younger than you, not sixteen! She knows the difference, we know it’s not puppy love and even you know it!” the defender seethes and Alexia cowards back into her seat.

“She’s not a baby Ale, and you’re not about to retire either. The age gap isn’t that big yet to you it seems to be ground shaking. Nonetheless, that is no way to treat a teammate no matter the circumstances.” Irene speaks up, giving Mapi a pointed look to calm down and waiting until Alexia nods at her. “Now go home and get some rest, we need everyone ready for the match”

The others listen to her words but a few moments later Alexia’s voice cuts through the tense silence.

“Where is she?” she doesn’t have to give a name to let the others know who she’s referring to.

“What are you planning on doing?” Ingrid questions, her gaze not moving from the brunette even as someone walks through the door.

“Apologizing.” she shrugs like it’s nothing. “Where is she?”

“She’s at a friend’s.” Patri, who had walked in answers with a rough voice.

“What friend of hers lives in Madrid?” she gives her captain a disapproving look.

“A real friend” Patri’s sarcastic smile lets the rest know what she’s thinking about.

“You’ll apologize tomorrow before the game” Mapi’s voice makes Alexia turn her attention back to packing the rest of her stuff.

You spend the night crying into the arms of someone you trust and fall asleep in the comfort of their bed. Her brown eyes are dark as she stares up at her ceiling and her jaw involuntarily clenches as she replays the story you’ve told her just a few hours ago. Her arm tightens around you and she pulls you closer to her, wanting to make you feel okay even in your sleep.

The air is weird in the bus heading towards the Real Madrid stadium the next day. The Barca girls have no idea how to act like nothing had happened the other day, they’re ready for the possibility that you wouldn’t even show up. Your club is too dear to you though and when you walk up the stairs with a small smile resting on your face, the girls let out a breath of relief. You’re quick to plop down next to Patri and Claudia and the three of you instantly dive into whatever story Pina has about her aunt.

Arriving at the stadium, you make it easier for yourself and the others as well as you steer clear of Alexia. The brunette only staring after you in regret, the beeping in her ears much quieter than it was before.

Despite the quarrel from yesterday, the team still manages to keep a relatively hyped atmosphere in the guest locker room and you’re pleased to see everyone ready for the game.

Focusing on football and football only, the Barca girls wear determined looks on their faces as they line up in the tunnel.

A nudge from your right makes you look over at the Real Madrid players and Athenea points towards the beginning of their line. Your eyes follow the direction until your eyes land on Misa, the goalkeeper beckoning you over with a grin. A smile takes over your features in an instant and figuring you’ve still got time, you saunter over to the player clad in blue.

“Hola” she pulls you into a tight embrace instead of verbally greeting you and you chuckle into her hold.

Alexia eyes the two of you from next to you and her eye twitches in slight jealousy. Now that she no longer had the beeping screaming her head down, or the number glaring at her, she forgot to act like she didn’t care about you.

Misa keeps you at arms length as she looks you over and you hold onto her shoulders, keeping your gaze on her face.

“Are you okay?” her voice is laced with concern and you smile at your friend reassuringly.

“Y/N get back in line” your captain’s voice rings out from next to you and you give her a look.

“Now. You can talk to the enemy later.” You almost roll your eyes at her way of wording it while Misa lets out a loud scoff. A squeeze to her shoulders shuts her up though and with one last hug and a look at Alexia, you make your way back to your spot in the line ups.

The match against Real Madrid is intense, like always. This time the Madrid players seemed to have worked more on their defense and Alexia was less than successful with her attempts on goal. It only angers her more that it’s her first El Clasico since she tore her ACL last year. But Barca bring their strongest plays to the game and when the final whistle is blown your team takes the 2-0 victory with pride. A goal from you and a goal from Caro.

Before you get to shake hands with the opposition or celebrate with your teammates a hand on your shoulder stops you.

“I need to talk to you.”

“Later.” you glance at Alexia and she gives in.

“Fine. Find me in the tunnel after.” she waits until you reluctantly nod before letting you go.

“Everything okay?” Patri walks with you, muttering a ‘god game’ here and there as you shake hands with the Madrid players.

“She wants to talk to me.” she scoffs, giving you a look and you shrug.

“I’ll be close just in case” you give her a grateful smile. You loved Patri for being so protective of you, she wouldn’t let Alexia hurt you again.

You’re one of the last ones to enter the tunnel but upon doing so you’re immediately pulled into another body. Lips crash onto yours in a passionate kiss and you’re held close to the person, her strong arms around your waist. You reciprocate the kiss, responding with just as much intensity as your one hand cradles her jaw while the other rests against her stomach. You’re in pure ecstasy, feeling blissful as your lips capture each other over and over.

“I missed you” she whispers onto your mouth and you grin at her, eyes cracking open to find her already beaming down at you with nothing but love.

“You saw me yesterday” Misa gives you a smirk as your hands wander under her shirt and her gloved hands tighten their hold on you.

“That’s what I’m saying, it’s been too long” you laugh at her, the girl only watching you in adoration.

“I missed you too Misa” you whisper honestly, pressing a soft kiss to her jawline. The brunette dips her head as she catches your lips in yet another kiss and she pulls you impossibly closer to her, her back resting against the wall of the tunnel.

The patter of someone’s feet down the hallway doesn’t stop you from moving your hands over Misa’s abs who flexes them to show off. The patter comes to an abrupt stop and Alexia’s heart drops at the sight of you lip locking with the Real Madrid goalkeeper.

Misa can feel her intense gaze on the two of you and she slowly pulls back from your lips. As she lifts her head she brushes her lips against the skin of your forehead before turning to the Barcelona captain.

“Alexia?” you say before you realize and take a step back from Misa. It takes her a moment to find her voice and she fiddles with her cleats that remain in her hands.

“Erm I wanted to talk to you” it’s the one thing she can say before shutting her mouth. If she wouldn’t have she would’ve said a lot more than just that.

“Oh yea, I-I forgot” upon noticing the panic in your eyes Misa slides an arm around your waist and softly pulls you into her side. You smile at her in appreciation. Alexia eyes the interaction in confusion before it dawns on her and she feels the air get knocked out of her lungs. She had been too late.

“You- the two of you..” she struggles to get the words out and for the first time ever you can hear the heaviness in her heart, the realization that maybe you really had more than a puppy love- crush on her.

Misa squeezes your waist in comfort and while you glance up at her, she’s having her own staring contest with Alexia, not faltering under the older woman’s glare-like stare.

“She’s our opponent Ale, not my enemy” you give her the answer, admitting that the girl standing next to you protectively was most definitely more to you than just an international teammate. Alexia swallows hard as she bites her lower lip.

“The Madrid friend” she mumbles almost incoherently. She looks at you one last time taking in the smile on your face as Misa whispers something to you. She hasn’t seen you that happy in weeks, not since she started ignoring you. And then in a blink of an eye she’s out of your sight.

As Alexia rounds the corner she comes face to face with your best friend who stands there, arms crossed over her chest. Patri’s eyes - though they hold a sense of sympathy for the brunette- are sharp against her and the younger girl clicks her tongue.

“You lost your chance, Capitana”

#alexia putellas imagine #futbol16 #woso imagines #woso x reader

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accio-victuuri · 8 months

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Bunny laoshi’s 1005 birthday CPNs Part I 🎂

I am giving it this title cause i’m pretty sure we will have more in the next releases or whatever. So yeah. First, I wanna thank you xiao laoshi for all the shiny presents he gave us for his birthday! we have been so blessed! I mean those photos from XZS? and the biggest CPN of the day which is him featuring the Leica camera we have been screaming about for the past days. Personally, we can skip all of these and that sugar alone is enough. But apparently, there’s more….

I will start with my favorite which is related to the birthday cake he was holding in one of the photos.

The person who designed the cake shared info on their creation. No problem. Anyone would be proud for making a cake for a celebrity like XZ. Yes, it’s camping themed. Which is a recurrent CPN in this fandom since both of them suddenly became camping enthusiasts around the same time.

This time the customer wanted to make a camping model, so I started looking for some pictures from my colleagues. But because Master Fang doesn’t make other store models, He finally decided to use the scene of Xinjiang grassland then add with other camping accessory of ours~

AND THIS CAKE SHOP IS LOCATED IN HANGZHOU. Who is in HZ? Who frequents HZ? Definitely not ZZ. So who had this commissioned??? I’m sorry but as soon as I heard Hangzhou, what came to mind is WYB. I swear. He is that city’s adopted son or something.

Out of all ZZ’s “hobbies” who would decided let’s do camping. I can only think of Bobo. And the delivery fee is 3k. There is really nothing top expensive when it comes to each other.

Next is how photos were with him holding the Leica. Kind of like how the camera was posted in WYB’s photosets in Paris. They are both showing off. Clearly.

When you put the bday messages from their studios side by side — it appears that the theme and pattern is the same. 😂😂😂😂

lament about how time flies >> one year role review >> talk about life >> good wishes

I mean it’s not the most unique format but it’s so cute seeing how similar. even how it’s split in paragraphs.

Tho I have to say wyb’s was very very special. That message made me tear up.

WYB is about to go home, Paris to China and he is wearing Ralph Lauren. Yes, ZZ is endorsing the fragrance but it’s still an interesting choice.

I am cackling tho cause you can see that WYB was online at midnight! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! It got some people nervous. Will he greet XZ? Will he comments on XZ’s bday post? I mean what’s going on???

Turns out, WYB posted about his experience with the Chanel PFW. This is the perfect time cause he is literally leaving Paris. What’s funny tho are the people commenting. It’s BXGs. Because come on, who’s awake? It’s us. We are awake cause it’s GG’s bday. I took a screenshot, just look at the pfps. I think by the time I publish this post, it will be overtaken by so/os cause one fan club asked other so/os to comment. Lol.

Some are saying the first words he used to describe the show are actually for ZZ’s photos but i really don’t buy that. and well, he is gonna see the love of his life soon ^^ I really hope they get to spend sometime 1005 or over the weekend 😌😌😌

and well the repost on ZZ’s birthday post on his own weibo is another story too 😂😂😂

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AND SOME LAST WORDS ABOUT ZZ PULLING OFF THIS CAMERA CANDY TODAY. It’s actually a joint effort. Intentional or not, I’m all for it. It goes to show that the way we speculate on things actually make sense and are not too out there. They could easily hide the camera if they want to block all the cpf talk but they didn’t. It was displayed proudly.

It’s one of those things where I think they/their team really listen in on what’s going on in the turtle fandom and they get to decide which ones will be given more fuel or not. Again, their relationship is between them, but imagine them willingly sharing this personal part of their life to us is making me 😭😭😭.

Whether it’s the exact same camera or not. XZS’ posting closed the loop of doubt. It’s not all on WYB’s side, ZZ claimed it too. and that to me is an iron clad cpn. No one can say that “WYB is just trying to feed the cpfs…”. It’s mutual.

It’s a lesson on believing in them. A couple of times this year, I’ve seen people question them. Always throwing tantrums for “lack of candy” and being annoying. Be patient. You will be rewarded if you just wait — appreciate them as people and enjoy the content they put out. It will come to us in time. Trust them. 🤍

-END.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do #happy birthday to xz but we are the ones being showered with gifts!!! bishhhh!!!!!!

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babydollmarauders · 1 year

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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART TWELVE)

notes: i’m finally caught up on this series! just in time for the last regular season game!

previous: eleven

next: thirteen

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y/ndevils00 if you’re allergic to sappiness, you may wanna keep scrolling tonight!

first of all, i’m so proud of ALL my boys tonight! all 5 of our goal scorers, the assisters, and the ones who just played their asses off tonight!

now is where it gets sappy!

my jacky: you broke a 22 year old franchise points record tonight. YOU did that. i always knew you would do it, and i’m so grateful that i was there to see it happen. you’re my (real) best friend, my love, my heart, the father to my cat, and the best hockey player i’ve ever seen (sorry boys). the talent that you possess is constantly leaving me awestruck, and i can’t wait to see what you achieve in the future. i can’t imagine the past 3 years without you, and i hope i never have to live a future without you either. i am so unbelievably proud of you. congratulations, my sweet boy. lil satan and i love you to pluto! <3

my lukey: my little (not so little) brother for the past 3 years. for some context, i met luke when he came to a devils game literally the same month i started working for the team. jack introduced me to him and lukey and i hit it off. i ended up sitting with him at the game, we exchanged numbers, and i adopted him as my own little brother very quickly. when luke was chosen in the 2021 draft, i cried tears of joy; but those tears were nothing compared to the ones i shed tonight. my baby brother made his nhl debut tonight and i couldn’t be happier for him. i look forward to seeing you absolutely kick ass and show everyone in this league how incredibly talented you are. congratulations on your debut, smush! i love you! <3

p.s. rasmus dahlin, i am in your walls. stay away from my boyfriend.

tagged jackhughes and lhughes_06

user did she just call luke “smush”?! that’s so cute, i need the reason asap

y/ndevils00 no real story behind it! we just smush/squish each others cheeks a lot! also, we watched finding nemo for our first facetime movie night and he took up calling me “squishy” like dory called the jellyfish.

john.marino97 they really do do it often. i’ve counted 12 times in the past 2 days

jackhughes i love you to pluto, sweet girl. thank you for being by my side to celebrate this achievement. i’m so thankful that i get to spend life with you ❤️

y/ndevils00 you’re so obsessed with me

jackhughes PARTS of you, for sure

y/ndevils00 you perv! there are innocent eyes present! @/lhughes_06

jackhughes i meant your heart!

lhughes_06 we have thin walls, i know you’re lying.

lhughes_06 @/y/ndevils00 also, why would you tag me?!

lhughes_06 thank you squishy! this was really sweet but can you stop crying now?

y/ndevils00 you didn’t say you love me, so no

lhughes_06 i love you!

y/ndevils00 well now it just seems forced. i hope you can sleep through my wails and tears

john.marino97 congrats hughesy! so happy for you! and congrats little hughesy! you did great!

jackhughes thanks bro!

lhughes_06 thanks man!

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 yeah, you guys are so siblings

john.marino97 @/y/ndevils00 did you think they weren’t?

y/ndevils00 idk i was just kinda hoping that maybe ellen actually switched jack at birth and he’s not actually their son but i’m their daughter

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 that’s the oddest way to say you love my family. you’re such a little nutcase, i love you

lhughes_06 @/y/ndevils00 you weren’t even born in florida like jack…

y/ndevils00 @/lhughes_06 you’re a brat

dawson1417 LFG BRO! SO PROUD OF YOU HUGHESY!

jackhughes THANK YOU BRO! APPRECIATE IT!

dawson1417 congrats luke!! smashed it tonight, dude!

lhughes_06 thanks dude! looking forward to playing more games with you!

trevorzegras HOLY SHIT CONGRATS BRO’S! KILLING IT! can’t wait to play against you @/lhughes_06

y/ndevils00 no.

jackhughes thanks bro! hope your game goes well!

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes no.

lhughes_06 thanks z! excited to kick your ass next season 🔥

y/ndevils00 @/lhughes_06 yes.

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras is officially banned from my comments until he apologizes to me. any more comments about or from him will be deleted.

trevorzegras what did i do now?

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras it’s more what you WON’T do.

trevorzegras is this seriously because i won’t dress up as ken to see the barbie movie with you?

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras blocking you. deleting your number. lasering off our matching tattoo.

user63 they have matching tattoos?!

y/ndevils00 @/user63 not anymore.

lhughes_06 @/user63 yeah it’s the moon and saturn

user84 am i the only one who thought she and trevor just genuinely didn’t get along?

y/ndevils00 @/user84 i feel like a lot of people think that, so i’m only gonna say this once so he can’t use it against me: trevor is actually one of my closest friends! i love him very much and i THOUGHT he loved me. if you scroll back to the summer on my account you’ll actually find loads of posts with him! we just have a funny way of showing our love but i’m actually very grateful to have a friend like him 🖤

trevorzegras 📸

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras i take it all back. i hate you, troll doll.

trevorzegras did you just insult my hair?! TAKE IT BACK!

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras she literally called you a “brainless bimbo” and “the human equivalent of cat zoomies” the other day on the group call and your HAIR is where you cross the line?

_quinnhughes so proud of the both of you 💙 congrats guys

lhughes_06 thank you quinner ❤️ love ya bro

jackhughes thanks quinny! love ya ❤️

y/ndevils00 my baby boys <3

jamie.drysdale i wanna know what was running through your mind when jack looked straight at you when you took the arrival picture

jackhughes she yelled “shit! fuck! abort mission!” and dove behind the equipment boxes

lhughes_06 she scared the actual photographer and almost made them break their camera

user37 why does luke look like he has no emotions in the third slide?

y/ndevils00 it’s the hughes dead eye stare! they can all do it VERY well because they’re all emotionally dead inside <3

nicohischier proud of you guys! excited to play with you more @/lhughes_06 and can’t wait to see if you’ll break your own record next season @/jackhughes

jackhughes thanks cap!

lhughes_06 thank you cap!

y/ndevils00 he will!

#media management series <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes fic #jack hughes imagine #luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #nj devils #new jersey devils #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

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judeloverr · 1 year

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I really have a thing for domestic fluff can we get one where kylian is having a bad day like maybe he lost a gamw or something and when he sees you he begins to feel better about it and you take care of him

sad - kylian mbappe

summary: basically what the request says, just changed a tad

kylian mbappe x reader

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authors note: god damn it’s been a fucking long time but i’m baaackkkk

you watched the tv screen as the camera directly focused on your boyfriend who was walking toward the tunnel to get away from the pitch and the screaming Bayern fans as they celebrated the win against PSG allowing them to be in the next round of the champions league. you sat comfortably on your sofa, wearing one of kylians shirts and a pair of cotton shorts.

you could sense Kylian getting angry due to the constant camera being in front of him while he walked down the corridor, walking through a door into the changing rooms.

you sighed slightly, knowing he was going to beat himself about it and re-watch the match over and over again and pinpoint each moment he could have done better to score a goal. you knew him more than he knew himself, he would be sad for a couple of days, being extra clingy with you, and constantly wanting hugs. you pulled out your phone deciding on whether to text him or not, however, you knew it would make him feel better if he got a message from you.

kyky❤️❤️

i am so proud of you, don’t beat yourself up. ill be in bed when you get back but call if you need anything and there’s food in the fridge if you want. see you later love you lots xxx

you press send and turn off the tv, nothing was happening only the commentators talking about psg performance. after getting everything sorted downstairs, putting his food which he probably won’t eat on the side and you finally made your way up the stairs, the sleep slowly creeping up on you making your body tired while walking up the stairs and your eyes starting to stop slowly.

3am

you were woken up by the shuffling of the bed, jumping slightly whole body aware, totally forgetting that kylian was coming back. you breathed in deeply and watched him move the duvet over the both of you.

“it's just me” kylian whispered, lying his head on his pillow, you could tell by the frown on his face that he was very disappointed in his team's performance.

“you scared me” you laughed lightly, turning on your side to face kylian, putting your hands under your head to get more comfortable. kylian moved over to you, putting his face into the crook of your neck, knowing he wanted to rest on you, you moved onto your back allowing kylian to rest his head on your chest. his arm going under your shirt to hold your waist, squeezing your hip lightly and exhaling deeply. your nails made their way to his bare back scratching the skin, relaxing him instantly.

“how was the flight?” you could feel kylians fingers moving against your stomach relaxing you, sleep overtaking your body slowly.

“it was fine” you heard kylian take a deep breath, his head digging closer into your chest.

after a couple of seconds of silence, you decide to ask, "kylian you can talk to me you know?"

kylian stayed silent for a second before moving his head from your chest to your pillow making you shift on your side, faces very close your noses were almost touching. kylians eyes are fixed onto yours, and you notice his tired eyes and drained-out face. your hand made its way to his face, palm laying on his cheek and your thumb rubbing under his eye softly, watching him as his eyes slowly shut and open again.

"i know, it's just hard and i feel a lot better now at home with you, you should have seen me earlier, i was alot more emotion" kylian laughs lightly at the last bit, bring a grin onto your face aswell.

"i just-" he stops and opens his eyes to see you directly focused on him. "i just keep replaying the match, why didn't i just run a bit faster to get the ball or why didn't i do a better tackle on him or pass the ball differently, like my brain won't fucking stop and its pissing me off" kylian finishes his rant anger in his voice, he breathes heavily and brings his head closer to yours, noses actually touching now.

"i know baby" kylian smiles lightly at the nickname, you knowing he loves it and always makes him feel better. "i know you feel like that, i can see the gears in your head constantly turning and sometimes i see you replaying the match on your phone thinking i don't see" kylian lightly chuckles, his hand making its way to your waist and his legs moving to get tangled with yours "but remember its not all your fault, your a team and you work together and today just wasn't one of those days, so don't take all the blame because I can tell you its not your fault''

you stay silent, thumb rubbing his cheek again. kylian doesn't say anything but you watch his eyes move to your lips, eyes, and then lips again. you feel his hot breath against your lips, waiting patiently for him to kiss you.

you watch as he leans in, placing his warm lips on top of your cold ones. kylians hand goes to your head, bringing you in closer. his lips move against yours slowly and gently. your breath hitches as he bites your lip and groans leaving his mouth as you scratch the back of his head.

you pull away a smile printed on your face as you watch kylian go back into his oringal postion.

"you know i love you right?" kylian questions.

"i don't know, do you?" you laugh at kylians face, and he squints his eyes at you.

"well i do, i tell you every day that i love you" kylian pulls you closer to him, allowing you to rest your head on his chest, his hand going on your back rubbing up and down gently.

lifting your head to look at your boyfriend, his face trained on yours, not saying anything. you start to wonder if you said anything wrong.

''what?"

''nothing'' kylian unexpectedly rolls over pinning you down on the bed while he hovers over you, a laugh leaves your mouth as the movement wasn't expected from you. ''it's just that i love you so fucking much and you make everything better, and really don't know what i would do without you mon amour''

his little confession made your heart melt, warmness fills your body, and butterflies in your stomach. '' i love you too, so fucking much" you grab his face with your hands and pull him down to you, you don't miss the subtle shift in his hips against yours. you go to his lips but purposely missed them and go to whisper in his ear.

"why don't you show me how much you love me, kyky?"

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weasleytwinwheezes · 1 year

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the night we met |tsu'tey x reader|

what: after spending her growing years pining after the future Olo'eyktan, y/n tearfully recounts the moving moments throughout their ‘friendship’ as she hears of his promising to Sylwanin

warnings: all the angst- sorry besties, not canon compliant (kinda?),

words: 2k

what have you: heyo this is my first avatar fic and first actual written fic in quite some time! so if you like it please let me know! Thinking of doing a part two (possibly in his pov?)- let me know if you’re interested in that! thanks for reading :)

I am not the only traveler

Who has not repaid his debt

I've been searching for a trail to follow again

Take me back to the night we met

Life with Tsu’tey by your side was nothing short of a dream. He was your longest friend and closest companion. It seemed as though from the moment you could walk, the two of you were joined at the hip. Always together, never far apart. This carried on well into your growing years, both of you nearing adulthood side by side.

You weren’t sure when you started to notice Tsu’tey becoming a man before your very eyes. His shoulders broadened and he seemed to grow a foot overnight. The clan started to come to him for problems instead of his father and he solved them with a grace foreign to you. Tsu’tey was no longer that awkward boy you once knew, he was officially the future Olo'eyktan. Eytukan had chosen him officially before Eywa and the people. Soon enough he was off training in the ways of leading the clan.

This didn’t keep him from visiting you. He always held true to his promises of hunting with you or simply sitting aloft a tree talking well into the night. Tsu’tey always had time for you and you for him. You can’t exactly pinpoint the moment you started to fall for him, but you fell hard. The two of you would often speak candidly of your futures and on more than one occasion he had insisted that you would still be just as important as you were now. Those words lit a spark of hope in your heart that he would one day choose you as a mate. Although the odds were stacked against you from the start, the promise in his words kept you praying to Eywa that he would choose you.

You heard the hunters before you saw them, screeching ikrans landing loudly in front of Hometree. As you watched Tsu’tey dismount his beautiful banshee with ease, celebrating with his fellow clan members. Celebrating the success of making it through his Dream Hunt. The beating of your heart increased as you watched your childhood friend. His proud smile radiating from across the camp

“If you stare any harder Y/N you’re going to set him on fire,” a voice startled you from behind. Slowly turning from your ‘hiding spot’, you came face to face with Arvok and his teasing smirk.

“Oh shove off you skxawng! Leave me be for once!” you hissed.

“Now is that how to address the brother of your best friend I’m wounded Y/N,” Arvok dramatically spoke, clutching his heart in faux hurt.

“Grow up, you child! I am just watching them all return, not just him,” you defended meekly, hearing the lie as clearly as you spoke it.

“Ah, of course. May I tell Tsu’tey you are watching his hunters closely then? Maybe you are looking to mate with one of them?” he teased, before quickly stepping away when your tail smacked his leg.

Rolling your eyes at the young na’vi, you pushed yourself off the tree that was previously hiding your form. Trust Arvok to catch you spying on his brother. A slight blush began to rise to your cheeks as you hurried out from the treeline. Walking towards the center of the clan, you heard talk of a celebration coming that evening. As you got closer to the fire, and to Tsu’tey, the former Olo'eyktan Eytukan called for everyone to join him.

“My people! The time has come! Our Tsu’tey has passed his last rights, he is now one of the people, tonight we will celebrate!” he praised. The air was filled with shouts and cheering as the clan took in their future leader. The clan was proud of the man Tsu’tey had become, a fierce warrior and kind friend.

Where you stood at the back of the pack you could hear a group of younger na’vi girls giggling while casting sly looks at Tsu’tey. Faintly you overhead one, Aythi asked, “Maybe he will choose a mate this night? Do you think he will mate with the future tsahìk? Sylwanin is quite lovely.”

Your heart ached as you watched the group nod in agreement at the possible pairing. This was always the way. The Olo’eyktan mated with the Tsahik, but you held onto those promising words Tsu’tey had spoken moons ago. You would always be in his future. Slowly a kernel of doubt weaseled into your heart, what if he only meant that you would be there as you were there now? What if he only intended to keep you as his friend and nothing more? Rationally this was always a possibility but you thought you had more time before you had to think about it.

Before you could sink further into your darkening thoughts, two strong hands clutched your shoulders and quickly spun you around. Plastering a smile on your face, you were graced with the golden eyes of your closest friend. Grabbing you by your waist, you soon found yourself being spun into a tight hug. A sincere laugh tumbling out of your mouth as you looked down at Tsu’teys happy smile.

“I did it, Ma’Y/N! I survived my dream hunt! All thanks to your guidance,” he cheered happily, oblivious to how your heart stuttered in your chest.

Ma’Y/N. Ma’Y/N. Ma’Y/N.

He had never let that slip from his lips. Not in the 18 years you had known him, always careful with his words and how he addressed you. But you couldn’t stop the hope that squeezed your heart tightly.

Pulling from his embrace, you fell into step with him as he talked quickly of his experience.

“It was amazing! The glow warm tasted odd but after I felt like I was floating on air. I could not tell where I ended and Eywa started. It was surreal, Y/N. I can not wait for you to experience it!” he spoke enthusiastically, hands waving to accentuate his point.

“I’m so happy for you ‘Tey! For you are now our fiercest warrior and we will celebrate that at eclipse! You are one step closer to your bright future my friend,” you responding happily.

The conversation flowed easily as the two of you discussed the coming events and soon enough you were at your families section of hammocks. After a brief goodbye, you waved gently to Tsu’tey as you headed towards the vines that served as an entrance to your home. Just as you reached the greenery, a voice called to you, “Wear the dark blue beaded top for me? It is my favorite on you Ma’Y/N.”

The answering smile you sent him almost spilled your feelings to you. Glee spread throughout your body and you were all too eager to appease his wishes. He had never been one to compliment anything about you, besides your hunting skills and finding out he had a favorite item of yours? That was almost too much for your delicate heart to handle.

And then I can tell myself

What the hell I'm supposed to do

And then I can tell myself

Not to ride along with you

You were never one to fret about your appearance, but something urged you to look your best tonight. For all you knew it could be the start of your future, so you took your time in getting ready. The taut braids that normally fell along your shoulders were undone, leaving your hair falling in soft waves along your back. You also took great care in arranging the dark blue beaded top, being extra mindful that it fell across your chest in the most tasteful way. By the time you had arrived at the celebration that evening it was in full swing. The fire was raging and the delicious smell of today's kill blanketed the area. You knew you hadn’t missed anything important when you scanned the area and noted that Tsu’tey was not yet there.

Walking towards the fire, you watched as mated couples danced together to the loud music of the drums. The longing look in your eyes is noticeable by anyone who actually cared to look. Luckily for you, no one usually spared you much of a glance. Quickly eating a bowl of meat, the crowd hushed. Following the clans line of sight, your breath catching in your chest.

There he was, in all of his magnificent beauty. Tsu’tey stood tall and proud as he walked towards the clan, head held high. With bright yellow and navy paint marking his body, he looked confident as he walked towards his fate, his future. Studying the markings, your heart beating faster as you took in the color that matched the top he requested.

Surely this was a sign that he was going to choose you, this must be a sign from Eywa that you two would be mated. Why else would he ask you to match him? He is allowed to choose his colors and he picks the color of your beads. Heart hammering against your ribcage, you pushed yourself closer to the base of Hometree eagerly. You wanted to be the first to grab him once he had been announced.

You watched him walk up the thickest root before taking his place beside Eytukan and Mo’at. He looked the picture of the perfect warrior, the perfect Olo’eyktan. The clan quieted down as Eytukan cleared his throat while approaching the crowd.

“My friends, let us gather this eve to celebrate the fierce warrior Tsu'tey te Rongloa Ateyitan. As he has completed his final rite of passage, the Dream Hunt. You are Omaticaya now. You may make your bow from the wood of Hometree. You have shown great courage and strength to our people. It is decided that our future Olo’eyktan will be mated with my Sylwanin, our future Tsahik. Before Eywa they will be chosen as our clan's future! Let us celebrate for both occasions this eve!” he bellows, chants erupting from the crowd.

Shouts of happiness and congrats emerge from the clan behind you. But you find yourself rooted to the spot and as you find Tsu’teys eyes, it feels as though Eywa herself is rooted to the spot. You’re not sure what you expected his face to show, but happiness wasn’t it. The despair in your heart as Sylwanin grabs his hand is almost too much to bear. The action that finally cleaves your heart in two, is when you notice the colors of her beaded top- yellow and navy. She was marked as his before you ever even knew.

Tears gathered along your waterline as you pushed yourself through the crowd. As you neared the forest edge, you were almost sure someone called your name but the ache in your heart wouldn’t allow you to turn around. Deep down you knew who it was and you knew if you faced him right now it would utterly ruin you.

As you laid in your hammock with the distant sound of music, you allowed the tears to fall freely. It was almost as if you could audibly feel your heart breaking in half. The one you loved was promised to another, promised to the one clan member who he should belong to. You knew now that you would have no place in his future, promised words no longer held meaning here. At least not in the way you believed they would. No, you would live your future with no more than passing hellos and seeing his family grow. You’ll spend your days as a ghost of his past.

I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you

Take me back to the night we met

I don't know what I'm supposed to do

Haunted by the ghost of you

Oh, take me back to the night we met

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moamidzyism · 4 months

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my everything (k.th)

wc. 604

genre. angst (with a happy (?) ending)

tags. taehyun x gn!reader, exes to ???, musician!taehyun

a/n. taehyun my angst muse </3. am i me if i don't write something for him to an ariana grande song?

more of my work

hi! i saw your new album came out. i just wanted to let you know that i listened to it and it’s really good and i’m so so proud of you. i know how much time and effort work you put into it and it came out so fucking good. i knew you could do it, tae. i knew you could. i always believed in you. … god… i don’t even know why i’m doing this. this is so embarrassing. i think i-i just wanted you to know that i’m thinking about you and i-i really miss you, as much as i try to deny it. i don’t think i have all the words to fully say what i want to say to you. but i know that i don’t deserve you. i really don’t. you were so perfect to me and i took all your love and patience for granted. you don’t need to know this and i don’t know why i’m putting this all on you when we broke up like what four months ago but i don’t think i’ve spent a day since then not crying. god, i fucking miss you so much. and i hate myself… i hate myself so much for only realizing how good you were to me, how perfect you were, how much i love you, now that we’re not together anymore. fuck… i’m going to go now. i think i’ve embarrassed myself enough. i know this isn’t going to fix anything but i’m really sorry for everything. i should have been better. i should have tried harder. for you. for us. goodbye tae. congratulations.

taehyun had just gotten home to get ready for his album listening party when he received your voicemail. he was just going to ignore it. he was just going to get ready, go to a party that was thrown in celebration of him for all the hard work that he had done in the last year and a half. he was just going to let loose for one night and have fun with his friends, his family, and all the people who were there for him during this time.

but taehyun had two fatal flaws – his curiosity and his penchant for falling weak wherever you were concerned.

and so he fell for your trap once again, sitting on his couch and pressing play on you pouring your heart out to him.

as soon as it ended and your voice faded away, thoughts were swirling around his head like a tornado: why did you have to do this? and why right now? why today of all days? why was the universe conspiring against him on arguably the biggest day of his career?

part of him wanted to ditch his party, run over to your house, and be with you. pretend that nothing happened and that you guys were good. he wanted to feel your touch like he did before because if anything you said in your three minute voicemail was true, he felt the exact same times a hundred.

but another part of him was still angry. angry at you for how you treated him. angry at you for not being there for him. angry at you for not fighting for him. and especially angry at you for trying to make his big day about you.

he should have deleted your voicemail. he should have blocked your number.

but he just couldn’t let you go.

i got your voicemail. thank you for listening to my album. i think we should talk soon. let me know when you’re free and we can get coffee.

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dracoxsworld · 1 year

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Always you. - Draco Malfoy x Reader 🐍

WARNING: Mentions of jealousy reader, Pansy being an ass, sappy fluff. Leads into slight nsfw but nothing too filthy!

A/N: Oh the things I wish could be said to be right now in my personal life. T-T Anyway I have been working on this for DAYS I tell you. Please enjoy 🥺 I slaved over this one and I am kinda proud of it ngl.

The GIF is from Pinterest, btw.

You turn towards Hermione, biting your nails anxiously. “Y/n..you really should stop worrying,” Hermione said, putting her hand on your shoulder in comfort. “Draco is crazy for you, and you only. You should know this. He wouldn’t be into pug-nosed Pansy.” She chuckled, trying to lighten your mood. But you couldn’t help but be worried. You were at a party in the Slytherin common room, celebrating the start of yet another school year at Hogwarts. “I can’t help it. The way they talk with each other. She’s beautiful, not pug-nosed.”

You mutter. “I understand, they’ve been friends since the first year. But I can’t help but feel that she wants him, you know?” You explain. Hermione sighs. “I suppose I see what you mean. I’m sorry y/n. Maybe you should try to include yourself in their conversation?” She suggests. You bite your bottom lip, trying to decide if that’s a smart idea. “Yeah, okay. Thank you, Hermione. I’ll see you later I’m sure.” You say, trying to sound optimistic. You each give each other a kiss on the cheek and you make your way over. Pansy spots you from the corner of her eye and immediately scoffs. Draco looks over at you and smiles immediately, his eyes lighting up.

“Babygirl, there you are.” He says, wrapping his arm around your waist. You are immediately able to take a deep breath of relief. Okay, Y/n. He’s open about you two being together in front of her. That’s a good sign. You think to yourself in your head. Pansy rolls her eyes at your boyfriend's comment. “Draco, we were in the middle of discussing something private. Y/n, hasn’t your mother taught you any better? Oh, wait. She walked out in you and your father. Who could blame her really?” Pansy chuckles, looking at Draco for approval. He just looks at her, clenching his jaw. You stand there, shocked. “I- ’m sorry.” You say, looking down at your shoes, without saying another word, you start to walk away from Draco. “Baby, don’t go please,” Draco begins to speak but you put a hand up. “Draco, she’s right. I was rude. You can finish talking about whatever the hell you two want. Just like how she can speak to me, however, the hell she wants, even in front of you.” You snap, loud enough that people around you are starting to notice. “You’re dramatic y/n. And besides. Draco and I have been friends for years. Hell. We’re practically soulmates.” Pansy says, with a cruel, twisted smile on her pug-nosed-looking face. Your eyes start to burn, looking at Draco and waiting if he has anything else to say. “Pansy.” he simply says in a stern voice, looking over at her. Pansy simply gives him puppy dog eyes, “I’m sorry, Draco, she’s just being rude!” She pouts. You’re done. You immediately turn around, heading towards your dorm. You fail to notice Draco fighting through the crowd of people, trying to get to you. You enter your dorm room and shut the door. Tears fall down your cheeks. You hear a knock at the door. "Y/n, baby. Please open up. I am so sorry about what Pansy said. It was fucked up." Draco's voice came through the door. "Go away." You sob out. "Baby. Please. Let me in, talk to me about how you're feeling."

You reluctantly opened the door. You sniffled, not looking him in the eye. "Honey, I am so sorry-" Draco started but you put your hand up to silence him, again. "Let me talk, you listen. That's what you're here for, no?" You asked, now looking him in the eye. Somehow, Draco wished you still didn't have eye contact with him. He looked away from your gaze, from the guilt of what he had just allowed to happen. After a moment of silence, he nodded. "Draco, I am not the jealous type. I had told you that since before we started dating. I do not care about how Pansy feels about you," You begin to say, allowing him into your dorm and shutting the door behind him. "My issue is how she treats me. And how you let it happen. Let me repeat again, I am not the jealous type. However, you don't correct her when she refers to you both as being soulmates. Do you know how many times she's said that to me, or- honestly to every goddamn student in this school?" You ask, looking up at him. "She says it quite a lot, actually." Draco murmurs. "But she's lying. We are not anywhere close to soulmates. She's foul for how she speaks to you."

"Then why don't you defend me?!" You exclaim, frustrated, balling your fists. "Anything to say? Are you scared of hurting her feelings but you're just fine hurting mine? Are you actually in love with her-" "No." Draco interrupted. "Then what the hell is the issue? Why can't you treat me like your partner, Draco? Bloody hell we've been together for a year." "I suppose I am afraid of her in a way." Began Draco, breaking eye contact. His eyes start to water. Suddenly, your anger melted away quickly and it turned into concern. "Why, Draco?" You ask, still with a stern tone. "Y/N, when we first got together...Forgive me for bringing this up but everyone was shocked I was with someone who was half-blooded." Draco explained. You flinch at the memories flashing in your head. "You know I am no longer prejudiced towards half-bloods or even muggles. I left that behind when I met you. Unfortunately, some people aren't easily influenced to change their opinions and ways. You know how hateful some can be."

"Pansy is one of those people," Draco continued after taking a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. "She can be violent, and not think about her actions fully. I do not want to give her another reason to attack you due to her embarrassment if I stick up for you in front of her. I don't want her to find you and harm you, so I keep my mouth shut. Now that I am saying it out loud it doesn't make as much sense. I just wanted to avoid as much conflict as possible. If Pansy wasn't able to verbally assault you anymore because of me- I didn't want her to turn to anything physical."

"Draco-" You begin to say but he hugs you. "I am so sorry, y/n." He starts to cry. His tears fall in your hair, his arms tightly around you with his head resting on yours. You pull away from him gently and mop up the tears on his face with your sleeve. "I'm sorry for accusing you of loving her," You softly say to him, continuing to wipe the tears. "Baby, you are my one and only. I could never be in love with anyone else, especially her." Draco said with a slightly disgusted face when thinking of Pansy. "From now on, she's no longer a friend of mine. I can wipe her memories, or just simply cut her off. Whatever my baby wants." Draco says, stroking your hair. "Well, let's not wipe anyone's memories."You chuckle. "We can just pretend she doesn't exist then." Said Draco, smiling down at you.

You and Draco cuddled in your bed, you were laying on top of him, both of your elbows on each side of him holding you up. You both just looked at each other. Giving the other kisses every now and then. Draco was running his hands up and down your back, lifting up the back of your shirt slowly. His fingers slowly glide up and down your spine, giving you chills. You blush, and shyly hide your face in the crook of his neck. You start to leave little kisses and bites on his collarbone, shoulder, all the way up his neck. He hums in pleasure, his hands slowly going down further back eventually to your ass, squeezing it lightly. You moan into his neck, then look at him. "Pansy surely will hear you moaning my name tonight. Maybe she'll get the hint." Draco suggests. "Let's make it happen." You say seductively.

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rookthorne · 11 months

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞

A deal had been struck, and since you had claimed victory that day, you were more than eager to collect the reward of such a win.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ≫ Drifter!Bucky Barnes x Drifter!F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ≫ 1.9k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ≫ Fluff ჻჻჻ SMUT: Domme!Reader, Sub!Bucky, unprotected piv, car sex ჻჻჻ KINKS: Semi-CMNF (racing suit), praise, degradation, begging

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ≫ I have nothing to say in my own defence.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ≫ Like U by Rosenfeld

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ≫ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer ჻჻჻ Week 4 — 'C' Week (Car sex) — Masterlist

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

A successful meet always left your blood roaring with adrenaline – cooling down wasn’t an option, not unless it was in the lap of your equally fiery and amped up boyfriend, who had just pulled into the garage beside you in his Hellcat.

The ticks of the engine as you killed the ignition were the sign of a good thrashing, and you sighed happily. Repairs and tune ups could wait for later – you needed to celebrate your win, and there was only one way you could think of. Your bargain and deal that had been made on your knees this morning.

With a loud groan, you opened the door and stepped out of your Skyline, stretching to the ceiling, wincing as your stiff racing suit clung to your skin. The roller door of the garage closed with a racket, dimming the light in the tool haven.

A door slam, and heavy footsteps behind you were the only warning you had before your back was crushed against Bucky’s chest, his arms tight around your middle as he tucked his face into your neck.

“I am so fucking proud of you,” he murmured, breath hot against your skin. “My girl proved them all wrong.”

Pride swelled in your chest and added to the rush of adrenaline – you had proven them all wrong. Humming happily, you squeezed his arms. “So did you, babe.” The fabric of your suit crinkled and stuck to your skin as you turned in his arms to kiss him. “Let’s get outta these suits.”

Bucky nodded, pulling you through the side door and into the house. “Want something to drink– to celebrate?”

“Hell yeah,” you laughed. “Get out the Jacks.” Cupboards opened, and glasses clinked when Bucky pulled a set of shot glasses and a bottle from the drink cabinet. “I’ll be back in just a second.”

“‘Kay,” Bucky called.

The velcro of your suit came away with a tug, and you grimaced at the feel of air against your clammy skin. “What a day,” you mumbled, pulling free a tank top and pair of shorts from your closet, and threw them on before padding back out into the hallway.

Then, you froze.

Bucky, still in the kitchen, had undone his suit so his top half was bare – his undershirt lay on a stool, and his head was tossed back as he skulled down a glass of water. Muscles pulled and tautened as he bustled about, readying your drinks when he finally turned around.

His chest, bare and muscled beyond belief, shone in the kitchen light as a stray line of water fell from his chin and done his neck. Upon spying you standing stock still in the doorway, Bucky stopped, his eyes widening slightly while a smirk pulled his full lips up. “You alright, baby?”

Something pulled you under and replaced rationale with pure, animalistic lust. You needed him, and you knew exactly how and where.

“I’m thirsty all of a sudden,” you said, tone coy and batting your lashes. “And I know just how to fix it.”

“Do you now?” Bucky huffed, placing the glass on the counter to cross his arms. It was a move to make his chest and arms bigger, and like hell were you going to refuse the urge to stare. “How?”

Instead of answering, you stalked forward and into his space, never breaking eye contact. He only stared back, his eyes never wavering as they darkened – you knew he loved it when you became like this, demanding and unwavering in what you wanted.

“Hand,” you demanded, holding your own up so Bucky could grasp it. He only grinned and placed his rough, callused hand in yours – though he yelped in shock when you tugged him back towards the garage door.

“Slow down, swe-”

“No,” you interrupted, throwing the side door to the garage open again and almost running to the shadowed Hellcat that lay in wait. The driver’s door creaked as you pulled it open – the lighting showing the bare interior.

You turned and caged Bucky against the opening; he was still watching you with simmering hunger and a little bit of apprehension. “What are you- Whoa!” Bucky’s legs sprawled as you shoved him into the driver’s seat, his head ducking automatically so his head wouldn’t hit the pillar. “Baby!”

“Get comfortable,” you ordered. Bucky tucked his legs into the well and shuffled his ass to sit properly in the bucket seat, all while watching you. “I’m going to ride you,” you stated simply, and he chortled.

“I fucking love it when you’re like this, sweetheart,” Bucky growled, grabbing your arm. “C’mere.”

Your thighs brushed against the pants of his suit as you settled, your back brushing against the steering wheel when Bucky pulled you into a kiss, his hands roaming your sides. “Take this off,” you breathed, tugging at your tank top, and Bucky grinned, more than willing to oblige. The fabric flew into the backseat as you fumbled to pull your shorts aside – grateful for the fact that you had picked loose ones.

“Fuck,” Bucky gasped, surging forward to kiss and suck at the skin of your breasts, the feeling of his tongue making you moan softly. “Shit, hang on.” Bucky pulled back and canted his hips up, undoing the zip a little further to pull down his suit past his hips – all the while, you sucked and nipped at his neck, his breath heavy in your ear.

“Buck- Babe, need you,” you groaned, pulling away from his neck to wrap your hand around his shaft. He hissed softly and pulled you into a heated kiss full of tongue and teeth while you worked your hand up and down, twisting on his head to hear the whimper in his throat.

“Please, baby girl,” Bucky softly whined when your hand sped up. “Wanna feel you, sweetheart, need to–”

You shut him up with a harsh kiss while you lined up your cunt, sinking slowly, slowly down until he was seated to the hilt. Both your breaths mingled and fanned over one another’s lips, the feeling of being full only making the roar of adrenaline harder to bear. “Fuck, babe, you feel so good,” you moaned, and Bucky sighed heavily.

“God fuckin’ dammit,” Bucky grits out through clenched teeth, and you grinned down at him, slowly beginning to circle your hips. “Oh, oh- Fuck–”

“Haven’t even started, baby boy,” you cooed, moving your hand to cup the side of his neck, the other wandering to his hair and pulling to tilt his head back. “Said I was gonna ride you; now you sit there and take it like a good boy.”

“Ye-Yeah, fuck, okay,” Bucky moaned.

“Must be so sensitive…” Every word you spoke was followed by a squeeze around his cock, and you giggled as his hand gripped the shifter and your hip, a spluttered noise leaving his lips. “So pent up for me, aren’t you?”

Bucky nodded quickly, his hair pulling against your grip. “Please just move, c’mon,” he whined, shifting his hips as you sped up your grind. “Baby, please.”

“So sweet for me–since you asked so nicely,” you purred, tensing your thighs to grip his hips tightly. “You don’t cum until I say. Behave, and hold it.”

“Oh- Fuck!” Bucky cried, his mouth falling slack as you bounced on his cock, the sound of skin slapping filling the cabin as you worked up and down, the pace gradually getting faster and faster as you chased your climax. “You feel too good, baby, please–”

Your hand slapped over his mouth, and you sneered, working your thighs faster as Bucky looked at you through wide, pleading eyes. “I said I would ride more than your clutch, baby boy,” you panted harshly, huffed moans following every word. “And I said you would sit there and fucking take it.”

Hot breath fanned over your palm, the rush of his moans and garbled words hitting every spot just as his cock slid in and out of your cunt, filling you perfectly. “God, your cock is so big, baby boy; feels so good.”

A muffled whine left his lips, and both of his hands gripped your hips, picking your pace up a fraction. “Aww,” you breathed, a sheen of sweat forming on your forehead. “Getting desperate, are you?”

“Mmphf!” Bucky managed, and you chuckled darkly, leaning close so your nose brushed his. Removing your hand, you found his mouth still slack, but his lips were bitten red, slick with spit from his tongue. “Ah! Baby, please, ‘m close!”

“No–don’t you dare,” you barked, and the urge to laugh at his piteous whimper in reply was almost overwhelming. Instead, you brushed your lips over his cheekbone until you reached his ear, whispering softly, “If you make me cum, you can let go, baby–promise.”

“Fuck,” Bucky moaned, and he grit his teeth, the muscles in his jaw standing out in relief. “Fuckin’- Okay, okay,” he continued, and it was all the warning you had when you felt his thigh spread slightly, your knees now pressed against the door and the shifter block. “I’ll make you cum–need to make you feel good.”

“Oh!” You cried, the sudden thrust up taking you entirely by surprise and throwing off your rhythm. “Shit, babe, ohmygod-”

“Such a fuckin’ slut–aren’t you?” Bucky breathed, a sly smirk on his lips as he watched your breasts bounce. “Wanna hear you purr, sweetheart, c’mon.”

You stared down at Bucky, eyes hooded and brow raised, each thrust up punching the air from your lungs in a loud moan. The Hellcat was rocking slightly with the pace of Bucky’s hips, and you gripped his hair tightly. “Gonna make you purr, baby girl, need to hear it.”

As he spoke, one hand left your hip to trail a line of fire across your stomach, and he stopped where his body met yours, a predatory glint in his eyes. “What are you doing? Oh fuck-”

Your words were cut off with a choked moan, the sudden jolts from his thumb rubbing small, fast circles over your clit forced you to the edge faster than you could have hoped for, and he realised as much. “You’re so close, baby girl, need you to soak my cock–need you to cum for me, please, please- Good girl! Fuck, oh, shit!”

A fast swipe from the pad of his thumb sent you reeling, the pressure cresting and exploding like a bomb through every last nerve, and your body bowed towards him as you moaned to the roof of the Hellcat – the waves of your release pulling you under and drowning you while you shook in his arms.

You came to, feeling Bucky’s hot breath against your neck as he whimpered and whined, his hips still pistoning in and out at a fevered, faltering pace. “‘M so close for you, baby, please–please lemme cum, need to cum- Fuck, it hurts, need it so bad!”

Shuddering slightly, you latched onto his neck and suckled at the skin, trailing a path up to his ear. “Let go for me, baby boy, be good for me and let go. Give it to me.”

“Oh, fuck!” Bucky shouted, his voice broken and hoarse. Warmth filled your cunt, and you smiled against his neck, shifting and rocking your hips to prolong his release – each roll made him moan loudly, his grip moving to your thighs and squeezing. “Feels s’good, sweetheart.”

“Did so well for me, baby,” you murmured, slumping onto his chest and tucking your forehead into his neck, ignoring the mess of your slick and his cum pooling in the crotch of Bucky’s suit.

“Need to get you hyped up on whatever that was,” Bucky mused, his voice rumbling in his chest. “You’re an animal when you’re like that–and fuck, it’s so hot.”

The two of you laughed, content to sit there for a moment longer and bask in the afterglow of victory sex.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

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