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carcrashronan · 1 year
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listened to three episodes of mabel (the podcast) yesterday. SO good, holy shit. i’ve been meaning to listen for years and i get it immediately. just the first episode was so good. turns out i’m not actually that hard to get into podcasts i just haven’t been finding the right ones…
#i KNOW wtnv is meant to be good. i know i know i know. and the vibes are on peak!! i loooove the energy!!’#But nothing happens. bro. nothing fucking happens. not yet at least#im sorryyyy i need stuff to grip me!!! i enjoy wtnv when i listen to it but i can never listen consistently bc i never ever find myself#wanting to know what happens next#i mean sure i’m only a couple episodes in#but#is the whole show like this?? or does it get more….. plotty? character driven?#it’s got such a huge fan base on here but then again this is the site that can turn anytning into a fan base#same applies for. like. the penumbra podcast. idk i think i tried to start it and i was just like… don’t care. sorry#i have such an I don’t care. issue with media in general. i don’t tend to watch tv alone because i WILL just switch it off. i gotta pick#something and CHOOSE ok i am watching this for the next few weeks! and then set designated times to watch it with my siblings#its just like mehhhh. idk. im picky and i can take mediocrity and find gold in it but i have to be submerged in the mediocrity for that to#happen#but like anyway. wolf 359 is one of my favourite things ever and i thought it was funny and a cool concept at first but it probably would’ve#ended up like every other podcast if i hadn’t told my brother about it and he hasn’t immediately binged the first season#told me it was fucking amazing#and therefore motivated me to speed through until i got to the endish of s1 and went Oh yeah this is some GOOD SHIT.#so maybe i just gotta do that with more stuff???#but anyway. mabel is reaaalllly good#mabel podcast#oliver talks
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That’s bullshit if I’ve heard of any (Lando Norris)
Lando finally had enough of seeing you hurt like that
Note: english is not my first language. I've been writing this one for a little bit and today felt like the day to finish it ✨️ this also felt close to home, but good to write it out, too!
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Tw: reader's self-doubt and low self esteem, loneliness, curse words, mentions a bad date with a rude person
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"Are you sure you want me to come over?", you asked your best friend over the phone, refusing to accept that he had no better plans for his Friday night now that he was not racing.
"Is this your way of telling me you don't want to come over? Because that's fine, I'll stay in - are you going somewhere though? Like a date?", Lando said over the phoneline.
"Bold of you to assume I would have plans, and with a date nonetheless", you muttered, "all I'm saying is if you have something better to do, you should go do it!", you explained, not wanting to get into the topic too deeply.
"There's nothing better than spending time with my bestfriend! Do you need me to pick you up or do you feel comfortable driving at this time of night?", he wondered, "I'll be there in 10 then", you chatted off, ending the call.
Looking around your room, you found clothes that were both comfortable and presentable in case, with your usual luck, you were pulled over by the police and had to come out of your car.
Lando finally had some time off before the season began and he wanted to spend it with you. While you were usually able to fly out to most of the European races and even travel the long distance to other race tracks, this season you had more responsibilities to juggle between your internship, your studies and your family.
He arranged the pillows on the sofa and brought out your favourite snacks, getting his place ready while occupying the time until you rang his doorbell, walking up to the door so he could let you inside, "hey!", he greeted, excited to finally have you with him after weeks where you both had been busy.
"Hey", you said, nudging his hip slightly with yours as you went to the shoe cabinet, leaving your shoes there and putting on your slippers you kept at his house.
Following him silently to the living room, you watched him sit down as you took in the comfort his place made you feel.
"You're not okay", Lando stated, "I noticed when we were on the phone".
"So this is a pity visit?", you wondered, "That's why you called me over?", you grumbled, feeling the blush erupt on your cheeks along with a little annoyance.
"I never said that! I, I called you and then noticed you weren't okay! Scoot, scoot, I got a tray full of goodies for us to eat", Lando urged, pushing the blanket to the side so you could get in the warm cocoon he created with the soft fabric along with pillows in various shapes and sizes you had insisted he needed to make the place feel more home-y.
"Are you going to talk about what's on your mind or do you want to watch this new show in silence?", he wondered, pointing the remote at the TV.
"I don't want to talk about it, not now anyway", you grumbled, finding your perfect position as you laid against your bestfriend, his arm going around your shoulders as you snuggled your legs under the blanket.
The new show ended up involving a romantic couple which only heightened your feelings. Lately, it was all you could see. Everyone around you seemed to have something romantic going on and they were happy with it. One of your friends was even convinced that she would be proposed to within the next few months, and you were single. Soon enough after you entered these thoughts, they pulled you to questions like why won't people love me? why am I single? what is it that doesn't attract people to me? and the one that you had yet to find a proper answer to, the list becoming too long for your own good am I unlovable?
"Can we watch something else, please?", you asked after debating for a few minutes wether or not you should interrupt, "I'm sorry, but I'm not enjoying it that much", you mumbled.
"That's okay, Y/N, I'll just put on one of our reruns", he smiled, changing the streaming platform and looking for the square on the screen, "if you want to just lay here, that's fine, too", he encouraged.
"At least I'm not alone with my thoughts", you mumbled again, looking at the ceiling as Lando moved his neck to join you, "I'm not sure what you mean, but I'm here for you anyway", he squeezed your hand that found its way to his own.
"It's just, - I've been reflecting? I don't even know if that's the word, but I've been feeling lonely", you blurted, still unsure if you were voicing all of it.
Lando hummed, urging you to continue, "like, I'm craving to have somebody there for me, someone who I know is in my corner, who I feel totally comfortable with. My brother was telling me all about the stuffed bunny his girlfriend asked him to take care off! I want that with someone", you pouted.
Lando tensed, rearranging his position on the sofa to look at you softly as you kept looking at his white ceiling.
"Maybe I should be less opinionated, less vocal about what I think and feel", you mused.
You'd lose your essence, Lando thought as he heard you rant on and on about the traits you wanted to change about yourself.
"Changing something physical is harder, but maybe I can change that, right? Be a bit quieter with what I say, measure my opinions, say yes and agree with things more", you shrugged, shaking the whole thing off of your body, wanting to rid yourself of the thought, "I can't, I won't be able to do that, they'd notice it straight away", you sighed.
As the night went on, Lando quickly changing the subject, you spoke about anything that came to mind until you looked at your watch, "Fuck, it's so late, I have to go", you stood up quickly, bending to pick your slippers up from the floor when he stopped you, "stay in the guest bedroom for tonight. Sleep here", he tried.
"Is it because I said I was lonely? I was just venting it out, you don't need to worry about me being a loner", you tried your best to assure it.
"No, you muppet. I'm doing it because I don't like the idea of you having to drive all the way back at this time of night", he reasoned, getting up himself and walking with you to the guest bedroom.
"Is this still made from the last time I was here?", you wondered, looking at the sheets.
"I made it before you came here! And I've washed the sheets, thank you very much. You have a fresh bed to sleep on", he smiled charmingly.
"Thanks", you smiled back, grabbing the clothes you usually wore to sleep when you stayed over from the drawer, "those have been washed, too", he pointed, "if you need anything, I'm in my usual spot", he winked, "Good night, Y/N, sleep tight!".
"Thanks for this", you gestured, "Good night, Lando", you said before he saluted you playfully, closing the door behind him.
Using the ensuite for your night routine, you changed into the shorts and Lando's t-shirt, noticing that all of the washes had made it smell less of his cologne and more of the scented fabric softener he uses.
The t-shirt fit snug against your hips, embracing your curvy body as you got under the sheets, letting the weight of them lull you to sleep and slow down your thoughts.
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Lando was driving to a restaurant he knew well enough. He had had a few dates there before, one team dinner and a few family birthdays too whenever they were in town.
But right now, he was picking you up. From a date that apparently wasn't going well since he got a text from you asking him to pick you up.
"Hey, gorgeous girl", he said once he opened the car window as he parked in front of the restaurant, thankful that it wasn't too busy and no one seemed to notice or care that he was there.
"Thanks for picking me up", you mumbled as you sat down, pulling on your seatbelt and nothing your bestfriend's gaze on you, silently questioning you.
"He was an asshole", you explained, "kept asking me if I was sure of what I was doing, if I knew any Formula One drivers - don't worry, didn't out anything - and then he just kept being rude to me, to the waiter, who was wonderful by the way".
"I didn't mean him. I don't care about him, I care about you", Lando said, driving back to his place, assuming you'd want to have someone close by that wouldn't ask too many questions.
"It was just another one where it didn't go well", you mumbled, letting your head rest on the window and looking out at the lights illuminating the city.
"Do you want to go to my place?", Lando asked, knowing you wouldn't want to be pushed about the subject, "yes, please", you said.
As soon as you got inside his place, you took your shoes off, walking up to the spare bedroom to leave your bag in there, "thank you for picking me up, you're the best, Lando", you smiled as you rested against the door frame.
"No worries, okay? Sleep tight, I have good plans for tomorrow so this will be out of your mind", he smiled a small one.
"Night night, Lando", you said back, closing the door behind you and letting the tears finally fall.
It was horrible. The way he treated other people should have been the first clue and red flag, but somehow it still surprised you how he conducted the whole date. You weren't expecting a prince or a gentleman, but you expected human decency and it turns out you were not afforded that. He kept leaving snarky comments about his exes. He was rude, sexist and definitely not your type, and after splitting the bill, you informed him that someone would come to pick you up.
Could someone be unlovable? Not worthy of love to the point where anyone they attracted to their presence just wasn't a match and they had to be content with the bare minimum?
Splashing some water on your face and wiping it with the towel, you took one good look in the mirror. It looks like it's going to be you for a while, so you might as well get used to it, Y/N.
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When morning rolled around, Lando was the first to wake up, getting ready and heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the two of you. He wanted to make something special, because even though you had your tough shell on yesterday, he knew you were feeling it deeply and painfully.
This quest of yours was doing you more harm than good. And it wasn't helping him either. For a few years, Lando figured, he has loved you. At first, it wasn't a clear sentiment. You were best friends, obviously there was a deeper connection. But then it felt so much all the time, there was never a break for the butterflies on his stomach or for the jealous green eyed monster whenever you so much as mentioned anyone else. He wouldn't dare say it, but he's so glad your date last night sucked.
As he prepared your coffee, your footsteps approached, "Good morning", you croaked out. You looked like you hadn't slept well, which Lando figured was a given considering the heard you move a lot during the night.
"Good morning, I made this for you. The balcony had nice sunlight right now, I figured you'd enjoy breakfast there", he attempted, bringing a small smile to your lips as you thanked him for the mug, "I'll bring the rest shortly", he called.
As you looked out to the always busy streets, you took in their quickness and rush. How it was all fleeting and momentary.
Lando placed the tray on the table, arranging it so you both could reach everything.
"I heard you crying last night", he began, his fist clenched at the memory as he sat down.
"I'm fine", you shrugged.
"I don't think you are, and I don't want you to suffer, Y/N", he insisted, unusually bold considering he knew which territory he was stepping into.
"It's not easy to come to terms with the fact that I'm single and that it might look like that for a bit, and who even knows how long that 'bit' might actually be", you chuckled, looking at him expecting his understanding gaze but being face with furrowed brows instead along with a scoff. "What? It's not like I'm being unreasonable, I'm just stating the facts", you squinted.
"That's not how it works, and you know that Y/N", he sternly spoke, straightening his back and facing you completely.
It was your time to laugh and scoff a little, "unless something changes within me, I'm sure this is how I'll find myself in the foreseeable", you shock your head.
"All of those things you want to change about yourself? Or that you say you should change to make you more likeable and lovable? That's dimming your light and your spark", Lando bit back, having had enough of it, "if someone loved you after all of those changes, they wouldn't love you for who you are, they would love a fabricated version of you. You're not unlovable", he smiled at the irony of it all. How after all these years, he still hadn't plucked up the courage to tell you how he felt about you.
"How can you say that when you have everyone falling at your feet? Women see you and they're ready to have anything you'll give them! You don't have to change who you are because someone made you feel like you couldn't be loved because of who you are and what you do!", you bit back, sensing a tone in him that was unusual and certainly not comfortable.
“I just need to know who the fuck told you you don’t deserve to be loved, because I’m about to beat their asses up", Lando called, elbows supported on the chair's arms as he looked at you.
"No one's ever told me, I'm probably the one saying it to myself, the rest of the people just make me feel like I'm unlovable, so if you want to hit me, I would prefer you didn't, I bruise quite easily", you tried to joke, not wanting to let your mind wander to the parallel utopian reality where your bestfriend feels the same way about you.
"Then it's all the people that made you feel unloved", Lando said, "none of them deserved a second of your attention, but I can give them a second of mine just for that".
“That’s a lot of people you’re gonna have to beat up, then, and I’m not sure if I want to bail you out of jail for that. We can't all have full bank accounts like yours", you joked again, watching him as he kept on with the subject.
"Stop joking about this! I'm being serious with you, Y/N! You deserve all of the love in the world - and even that wouldn't be enough!", he got up.
“Please, I think we have both realised and reached the conclusion that maybe I’m just not meant to be loved", you added.
“That’s bullshit if I’ve heard of any! No one’s not meant to be loved. There’s someone out there for you, and I think I’ve made it clear that, if it’s really not anyone else, then that someone’s me”, he stopped in front of you. There it was. Out in the open for everyone to hear. His balcony was covered and closed, something he was grateful about as he confessed his love for you.
"You can't joke about this", it was your turn to mention it, getting up as he took your hand in his.
"I'm not, Y/N, I'm really not", he whispered, resting his forehead in yours.
"Kiss me", you pleaded. He was quick to comply to your request, hand cupping your cheek as he tasted the bitter coffee from your lips and felt you unravel to him in a way he didn't think was possible anymore.
"I have loved you for so long, Lando", you whispered once you pulled away for air, "and I couldn't imagine a world where anyone would love me back, let alone you", you admitted, looking into his beautiful orbs.
"You don't have to make any effort to imagine it anymore, baby. I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere. You're so loved and I'll be damned if I don't show you how much everyday of our lives", he smiled, kissing your lips again as your hands travelled to his messy curls.
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yoditopascal · 12 days
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After Hours
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“I'm fallin' in too deep. Without you, don't wanna sleep. 'Cause my heart belongs to you. I'll risk it all for you. I want you next to me.”
warnings: fluff, established relationships, suggested smut
Jason pushed the windows open as he came in the room with a yawn.
Taking off his Red Hood helmet he tossed it to the side as he shuffled outta his costume.
“C’mon, seriously,” he muttered as he stood in the doorway, pants at his ankles in nothing but his Wonder Woman boxers “it’s like 5am what are you still doing up?”
“Couldn’t sleep, too much to do.”
“Like what?” He asked resting a hand on his hip
“I got a shit ton of math work due soon plus I need to finish my essay annnnd I work tomorrow.” You shrugged taking a sip of your cold coffee
“You know you can’t survive purely on caffeine, right?” He sighs
“Like you’re any better.” You replied
“At least I eat.” He argued back
“Barely!”
“Come on. Take a break.” He said sitting next to you on the bed while resting a hand on your back.
“I can’t,” you said, lifting your head to face him. You had so much to do. So much to study and so little time for it all.
“Come on,” he said again, grabbing your hand and tugging you to him. “Just for the day. You’ll feel better after. I promise.”
It was Jason’s idea to take you out to the small park around the block from your shared apartment in the Hill, after a short nap and some breakfast at your favorite diner. It was a sunny day and it was well deserved after finishing a grueling week of college classes, trying to earn your bachelor’s degree.
His smart cookie Jason liked to call you.
As you walked, wandering around the park pointing out different animals, feeding birds and just talking to each other, Jason tries to place his hand in your back pocket but when he realizes you’re wearing joggers, his favorite ones he might add, the ones that hug the curves of your ass just right, he rests his hand right over your ass.
“Really?” You chuckle as you lean into his side savoring his warmth
“What? I can’t help myself, that thing is like a magnet.” He shrugged bringing his hand to rest on your hip as you walked.
You stayed at the park for what felt like hours just enjoying each other’s company till the sky started to turn orange and your bellies started to rumble with hunger.
“Let’s head back.” Jason said as he stood from his spot on the park bench you two had stopped to rest at, pulling you with him by the hand as he led you back to the apartment.
Back at the apartment, Jason had you wait in the living room while he cleaned up the room a bit. When you were finally allowed to enter the room you aww’ed at how sweet he was being.
Jason had a whole set up for you. He changed the sheets and comforter and had the tv set up to your favorite show. Candles were lit on the end tables and a few small snacks were set out too.
“What do you say babe wanna Netflix and chill for a bit?”
Chilling was definitely the word you would use for what y’all did. Both of you had stripped down and threw on your pajamas, yours being a pair of shorts and one of Jason’s shirts, and his being a old t-shirt and his favorite pair of green joggers, and jumped right into bed.
You ended up watching almost a whole season of your favorite show while Jason just laid at your side and read his book.
A few hours later and the sky was dark, stars were starting to shine brightly in the sky. Jason stepped out to go and grab some food from y’all’s favorite local diner again. When he got back the room was dark, the tv was off and you were nowhere in sight.
Panic gripped his chest for a split second before he realized the window to the fire escape was open, climbing up it he was met with the sight of you sitting on the rooftop peacefully watching the sky as you hummed to yourself.
“Whatchu doing out here?” Jason asked as he plopped down next to you on the rooftop. He had the burgers he had gone to pick up in one hard and your drinks in the other.
“Nothing. Just clearing my head.” You leaned forward to rest your cheek on your knees, while staring at him a small smile creeping up on your face.
“What’s with the look?”
“You have no idea how much I appreciate you Jay.” You smiled up at him
“Stop before I puke” he said turning away from you to hide the small pink tint to his cheeks. Compliments weren’t really his thing but you always liked to shower him with them
“I’m serious!”
“Yeah whatever eat your food.” he said handing you your burger and drink. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes as you ate you leaning into him every so often as you hummed in satisfaction, him rolling his eyes at you but smiling behind his burger as you did so.
The two of you sat and enjoyed the quiet, simply watching the stars and just enjoying each other’s company. Jason kept glancing back at you now and again, whether it was to make sure you were still there or just to appreciate your face you weren’t sure but you accepted the attention nonetheless.
“I’m surprised you took the night off.” You said as you leaned back into his side.
“Roy’s got it covered.” He said stretching out and placing a blanket around you both
“How is Roy?” You asked
“Roy’s…Roy.” He shrugged
You snuggle a bit closer trying to steal his body heat which made him chuckle
“You heat vulture.”
“What? It’s chilly!” You shrug
You’re practically in his lap, legs draped over his, when you start to play with his hair, fingers running through his scalp massaging it as he leaning into your touch
“Whatcha doin there, princess?”
Your fingers move down to play with the hair at the back of his neck. “Just enjoying your company is all.”
“Mhm. Are you hoping to continue to enjoy my company?” He hums in response as he cocks his brow at you suggestively.
You chuckle and he gives you a look
“Well, I guess I can invite you in for a few minutes, Mr. Red Hood.”
He smirks as his fingers dancing across your neck and collarbone before coming to rest on your jaw “How thoughtful of you.”
He caught your mouth with his own the kiss starting off gentle but quickly evolving
Pulling away from the now bruising kiss Jason kissed and nipped along your jaw to neck mouthing at the spot he knew never failed to make you weak in the knees.
You let out a breathless moan as he worked at your neck leaving dark love marks in his wake before finding his way back up to your lips with a smile, a shiver runs down your spine.
He pulls you closer, running his hands across your body, lingering on your thighs and ass. The blanket falls from around you two pooling around your heated bodies.
Jason licked at your mouth asking for entrance which you were all too happy to oblige. He ran his tongue along yours, deepening the kiss once more as you tilted your head to give him better access to your mouth.
He lifted you up without breaking the kiss putting you in his lap quickly picking up in intensity as he kissed you again and again. Your legs encircled his hips as he groped and dragged you into him slowly but heatedly grinding himself to your core.
Just as his hands found your waistband and started wandering a little further south you pulled away from his lips with a wet pop.
“We’re on the roof Jay.”
“Right.” he said, sounding a little embarrassed that he had gotten so carried away out in the open like that. He buries his face in your neck and inhales, trying to calm himself down. You smell good he realizes but he pushes the thought back down.
You peck his lips on last time before pushing off of him. You stood and stretched before grabbing his hand and leading him back down the fire escape to your cozy little apartment.
Pushing him down onto the mattress Jason smirked up at you before looking at you in confusion.
“Wait where are you going?” he said watching you grab a towel.
“I have to shower,” You said dryly, taking off your clothes, turning to face him, you cocked an eyebrow at him.
“Care to join me?”
Jumping up from the bed Jason scooped you up into his arms carrying you into the bathroom with him
“I think I’ll take you up on that offer.”
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Big Brother | Alexia Putellas x Reader
how is this the first first Alexia fic I'm writing lol. based on this request Enjoy:)
“Mamá, we see Ingrid?” your four year old son asks as you put on his shoes.
You can’t help but laugh. He had a bit of a crush on the Norwegian much to Mapi’s displeasure since he wanted nothing to do with her. “Yes baby, she will be there.”
“Jana too?” He questions grabbing his tiny football off the bed beside him.
“All of the girl’s will be there Nico,” you tell him before he can go down the list of all his favorite Barça players.
The answer seems to satisfy his curiosity as you place him back on the floor and he begins to kick the ball around the room. You busy yourself picking out an appropriate outfit to cover your growing baby bump. You and Alexia had been having some trouble over the last year with trying to conceive. After several failed attempts you were both extremely happy to finally see the positive test results. You had kept the pregnancy from your friends out of fear and had just recently told your families now that you were well into your second trimester. You planned to begin telling everyone else in the coming weeks, as the bump was definitely getting harder to hide.
“Amor, are you ready?” Alexia’s smooth voice fills the room causing Nico to launch the ball in her direction. “Be careful, remember?” She asks calmly, catching the ball before it could do any damage.
“Lo siento mamá,” he tells you, coming to place a gentle kiss on your stomach. 
Alexia lifts him in the air, inducing a fit of laughter as she tickles his sides, “go play in the living room until we leave.” Nico dashes out of the room with the ball at his feet.
“How do you feel mi vida?” Alexia asks, wrapping her arms around your waist. 
“I feel good.”
“And my baby girl? She’s good?” She leans down, placing a few kisses on your growing stomach.
You run your fingers through her hair as she rises back up, “you don’t know that it’s a girl yet love.”
“No, I know that’s mi princesa in there. You just don’t want to admit it cause then you’ll have to get bumped to second place,” she teases, pulling you into a sweet kiss.
You immediately pull away when you feel Alexia try to deepen it, “nope, we have to go.”
“I can be quick cariño,” she says with her eyes roaming over your body. 
“We both know that’s a lie,” you laugh, moving around the room to grab the last of your things. You can feel her eyes boring into you with each step you take. “Tonight, if you behave babe. Now come on before we are late.” 
Alexia’s gaze softens when you turn back towards her, “beso,” she pouts from her spot. You give in as usual and connect your lips with hers, letting her deepen just enough to please her. “Come, you’re going to make us late.”
You roll your eyes, grabbing the hand she holds out for you and heading for the living room. Nico barrels into Alexia’s legs the moment he catches sight of her. “Alexia watch,” he says, moving to show her how many kick-ups he could attempt. Alexia groans at the habit he picked up of calling her by her name, but watches nonetheless. You on the other hand thought it was hilarious, anything football related and he would call her Alexia like he heard on the TV, but any other time it was mamà. 
“Good, we will keep practicing. Now come on, we are going to be late.”
Alexia gathers everything you guys need and leads you both to the car. Mapi and Ingrid were hosting a team dinner party to celebrate the end of the season. And while you loved all the girls, team dinners were stressful. There were a lot of people, a lot of conversation, and an overly excited 4 year old you had to keep an eye on. This was the first one you would be going to pregnant and you weren’t necessarily looking forward to it, but Alexia assured you she’d keep everything in line. She rubs a soothing hand along your thigh as she drives and engages in an animated conversation with your son.
As you arrive, she helps you and Nico both out of the car before placing a kiss on the side of your head, “when you want to leave, we will.” That was your favorite thing about Alexia, the way she was always willing to put your needs above anything. 
“Nico!” Mapi says excitedly as she opens the door with her arms spread wide to him. Without a care in the world Nico ducks under her arm and sprints off towards Ingrid who was making her way towards you, “one day the kid will realize I’m the cool one,” Mapi huffs. 
Alexia chuckles sliding past Mapi’s still open arms just as Nico did. Having mercy on the defender you let her wrap you in a hug. “How are you Marìa?”
“You’ve always been my favorite Putellas,” she tells you. 
Alexia rolls her eyes, grabbing your hand and leading you around the room to greet everyone. “Move,” she tells Patri from her spot on the couch.
“Qué?” Patri questions her captain's harsh tone with a wide smile.
You interject before Alexia can speak again, “Amor stop,” you whisper harshly at her attempt to have the girl give her seat up to you. Captain Alexia was very entitled and you hated that, always quick to try and order her teammates around even off the pitch. You drag her by the arm to the bathroom just as you see Nico plop down in Patri’s lap. 
“What is wrong? Do you feel sick?” Alexia begins to check you over.
“Remember when I said ‘tonight if you behave?” Alexia nods with a smirk. “What you just did is not behaving. I’m perfectly capable of sitting in a chair.”
“But princesa likes the couch.”
“I’m serious Alexia, no more.” She crosses her arms across her chest with a glare, and you’ve never been more sure your son was her twin, even if she didn’t push him out. You kiss away her frown and head back to the party. 
Much to Alexia’s amusement Patri and several others have vacated their spot on the couch when you arrive back. “Alexia come play,” Nico shouts, as she places you on the couch. 
“Yeah Alexia go play,” Mapi teases, flopping down beside you. Alexia looks at you as if she’s seeking approval and you give her a nod sending her on her way. “She’s so whipped it’s disgusting.”
You don’t even mention the fact that she’s just as whipped for Ingrid. Mapi keeps you company for a while before feeling left out that she wasn’t asked to play. Tonight was going a lot smoother than you expected. Alexia made sure to run behind Nico and ensure he wasn’t bothering anyone for too long and she’d check in on you every so often, placing a single kiss on your forehead.
“Hey, congrats (y/n),” Marta tells you as she passes by. You thank her, finding it a bit weird as she was not the first to say it, but Alexia loved to brag on you. You figured she had told them about the new client you had been working hard to land at work. 
It’s when everyone finally gathers around the large table for dinner you find out the real reason. Nico insisted on sitting by Lucy, claiming they had to as they were best friends. After she ensured you it was fine you let him stay beside her and took your spot by Alexia. Halfway through the meal you freeze as Lucy shouts, “YOU'RE PREGNANT?”
“What?” you ask, startled at the claim. 
Alexia goes to stand up and go full-on protective mode when Nico speaks up, “Yep, I’m a big brother!” 
“He told me first,” Ingrid says, making the boy blush.
You and Alexia share a glance before letting out a laugh. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest decision to tell him before you let the girls know.
“Well cats out the bag I guess,” you sigh.
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strawberryya · 3 months
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Santa baby
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pairing: choi san x fem!reader
synopsis: Christmas is coming around, and you decide a new outfit is in its right place - for you and your boyfriend of course. Will he like the holiday themed outfits you have picked out enough to give you a couple needed gifts in return?
word count: 3.4k
genre/cw: SMUT, cosplaying Santa for devious purposes, idol au, establish relationship, softdom!san, sub!reader, a slight voice kink, use of sextoy, unprotected sex, cockwarming, oral sex - both recieving, borderline cumplay, soft aftercare.
rating: 18+
a/n: surpise @millennial-fangirl! I'm your cod secret Santa! I'm so sorry this took forever to finally post, but I hope you like it nonetheless!!
network tagging: @cultofdionysusnet @svthub @k-labels @kvanity-main
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How would San react to the slutty reindeer outfit? Would he think the tail was cute? You imagine the look on his face as he opens the Christmas present you are trying to pick out. Usually, he would be the one deciding what you would dress up as. This year you want to try something new, you want to surprise him with a sexy new outfit. For him. 
When you see the sexy Santa outfit hanging neatly on one of the rows of the toyshop, you can’t help yourself. It was so perfect. Tiny red briefs in velour, black gloves, and a matching belt… you figured that the belt had other purposes than holding up the nonexistent pants. You want to see San in the skimpy outfit. You need to see how it would fit snuggly around his large cock, and experience the feeling of the leather gloves when they meet your plush skin. 
You are getting too excited just thinking about it, and Christmas Eve is still a whole week away. Pulling yourself out of your thoughts you take a set of the skimpy outfit for San and continue browsing. 
Maybe you should get something for yourself as well? You debated it for a bit, looking at all the different seasonal and general costumes. You had quite a few at home already, with San loving to dress you up you had tried on quite a few over the years. When you spot the matching Mrs Santa Claus set you realize what needs to be done. 
After all, he needs something pretty to look at too. This was his present after all. You could hear his seductive voice as if he stood right beside you, “Such a pretty whore, all dolled up for me on Christmas Eve.”
You imagine his smirk as he sees what you have planned for him. Your stomach flutters with anticipation at the thought. He likes to be dominant just as much as you love being his submissive, but sometimes you want to be the one taking the initiative, the one to take control. Picking out the sluttiest Christmas outfits for the two of you as a Christmas gift felt like the perfect opportunity for you to do so. You get to choose what and how it is going to be done. At least, that’s what you have in mind right now. 
Before leaving the store with your new costumes, you ask for a good recommendation from the staff for your third surprise for San. A vibrator, just a small little thing that you could use as a helping hand to make him feel as good as possible. You don’t use toys on him very often, but why not? They always make you feel good. You decide to try it out this once. 
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The gifts are wrapped in red and gold when Christmas Eve comes around. After a week of thinking daily about how to go about giving him the gifts with the best result, you decide to put on your own outfit and hide it under your pajamas until the right moment. 
San had not had the day off. The life of an idol could not be put off even on holidays such as this. You watch his performance on your TV as it airs, fixing your boobs in the lacy bra one last time before covering up with your Christmas pajama shirt. There was a matching velvet choker, but wearing it could ruin the entire surprise, so you decide to hold off on putting it on until later. The show was a holiday-themed special, San was acting even cuter than normal, fitting right in with his group members as they danced and pranced across the stage in their snowman outfits and reindeer headbands. It is adorable, you can’t deny that. 
San has some serious talent when it comes to hiding his dominant streak. The cute cheek pokes and eye smiles almost convince you that he isn’t the same man who had ordered you to choke on his cock just a couple of nights ago. You had gladly done so of course, but it is sometimes hard to believe they are the same person.
The door slammed shut, making you almost jump out of the couch where you were sitting while waiting for San to arrive. He seems agitated as he drops his bag on the floor. He falls onto the couch the moment he sees you sitting there looking pretty and soft in your red and white checkered pajamas. His head buries itself in your thighs, making your cunt clench a bit, but innocently enough for you to chuckle it off as you begin patting his head. “What’s wrong Sannie?” 
“Too much cuteness, can’t do it anymore. So, so tired.”
He groans into your thighs after looking over to the TV and noticing that you are watching his performance. “Please, turn that off, I really cannot look at that anymore.” 
You chuckle but shut off the TV. “Rough day then, huh?
“Very. But I am free now~,” he says, suddenly sounding a bit more cheerful, his sharp eyes looking at you instead. Arms folding to hold his head up, his biceps balancing on your thighs. He looks so charming, you think. Leftover makeup is still sparkling on his cheeks and in the corners of his eyes. You wipe his cheek gently, “I have an early Christmas present for you. Maybe that will cheer you up and get you in the holiday spirits?” 
San gives you a pleased smile in return, pulling you down with a gentle hand to kiss you softly. He tastes like chocolate chip cookies. It made you not want to pull away, but the thought of finally seeing his reaction to his gifts finally won over the pleasure of feeling his lips on yours. 
You run to fetch the box from under the tree that you had decorated together a couple of weeks ago. The shiny red and gold paper is glistening in your hands when you excitedly hand it over to San. You position yourself next to his legs on the soft carpet, looking up at him with so much hope in your expression. He’s sitting up now, the sweats he had worn when getting off work showing off his dick-print, it feels a bit like he is teasing you even though he doesn’t know it. 
“What is it?” San asks, eyebrows curiously knitting as he picks up the rather light package he had seen under the tree for a couple of days now. 
“You can’t ask me that! Just open it!” 
He doesn’t waste any time ripping the paper open after that, the red and white fabric soon appearing to the both of you. San picks up the gloves, the briefs, the hat, and the collar. There is nothing more to the outfit, it’s honestly even less fabric than what you have on underneath your pajamas… You watched his face turn from a small smile into a dark smirk. 
“Are these for me, baby?” 
You nod, meeting his piercing gaze. Heat spread across your skin when San stood up without a word, throwing off his shirt, picking up the tiny Santa collar, and putting it on without much effort. He had practiced putting variations of these on your neck for years, and it wasn’t much harder adorning his own neck with one. 
His proportions always stunned you, and seeing him so causally pulling his pants down to reveal his large bulge sitting prettily in his boxers made your mouth water. His body is seductive, that was the only way to put it. The small red and white briefs are quickly pulled on, and you can’t help but be a bit sad that he was putting on more clothes right now, even though you loved seeing him try on his Christmas present just as you had planned. 
“Will you hand me those, love?” Obediently you hand over the black gloves and the hat he pointed toward, earning a “Good girl,” from San. The way his voice isn’t hiding the smirk behind those words is making your walls clench around nothing. He is a vision when he stands towering above you, your eyes flickering over the details of his body. Gloves snuggly hugging his hands, arms veiny just like the pretty part right above the edge of the snug briefs. He has gotten so big during the last couple of years, his broad shoulders make you want to throw your arms around him, inviting him to do whatever he pleases tonight. 
“You like what you see, don’t you?”
“Very much, San, I like it a lot,” you agree, gaze still wandering between the different parts of his body. 
He scoffed, “Don’t you think you’re enjoying yourself a bit too much? Have you been a good enough whore this year to act this shamelessly? And you know very well that it’s Sir.” 
You suck in a breath. His stern, but teasing tone made your heart beat faster. Not to mention the way his gloved hand has begun fondling his clothed cock. 
“I have been a very good whore, Sir.” 
“Oh, really?” San flirts, a smirk growing wide on his lips when you begin unbuttoning your shirt. You look down, intimidated by the way he watched you, embarrassed about having planned this entire thing out as a Christmas gift. When the red fabric covering your breast begins to show he bends down to your level on the floor, a leather-gloved hand lifting your chin, forcing you to look at him while you pull the rest of your pajama shirt off. 
“Be a good girl and keep your eyes on me, won’t you?”
You do as he wishes. Your breath is shallow as you let him inspect your figure, still kneeling on the floor in front of him. Your tits are barely being held back by the red lace. You wait until San nods with approval at your new lingerie. He sits back down on the couch, your gaze catching the way his bulge has grown even more. 
“Are you all dolled up for me, baby?” He asks, not expecting any answer. “Will you show me the rest of your outfit now?”
You were reminded of the collar you had hidden in your pocket, pulling it out and handing it over to San submissively. “Could you help me put it on, Sir?” 
With a swift hand, San helps you snap the collar in place. The golden bells that adorn it ring prettily as you run your fingers over it. His touch lingered on your neck, the warmth of his hand chasing chills right down to where the heat had begun pooling between your legs. Without a word, you stand up. Carefully pushing down your pants to reveal the last piece of your outfit. The lace is already sticking to your wet lips. It’s a lewd sight, the fabric covering almost nothing, your bra making your tits look like they were about to burst the tiny thing open at the seams, and the collar ringing softly as your breath moved your chest.
”Like it?” 
“Of course I like it. You have indeed been a good little whore this year,” San responds, his eyes meeting yours with hunger. “Come here, pretty girl.”
You straddled him without hesitation, needy for his touch. San’s hands quickly find your curves, gently caressing you with familiarity and need. His erection presses deliciously against your cunt, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. 
You kiss down his body, eager to please him with your mouth when you remember that you have almost forgotten about the third gift. “Wait! I have one more thing,” you mumble, getting yourself off from your confused (and horny) boyfriend. When you returned with yet another gift in your hands San doesn’t hesitate for a second to rip it open to see what could be more important than an orgasm right now. The tiny red vibrator that he unwrapped was a good answer to his questions. 
“For you?” he asks. 
“No, for you.”
San’s eyes widen when you take the vibrator from him. You had made sure it was ready for use right away. Proud to have prepared so thoroughly, you giggle a bit as you start kissing up his thigh, knees firmly planted on the carpet again, hands fondling San’s erection. It’s fun challenging San’s authority in this way. His hard cock smacks up against his abdomen when you pull down the fabric covering him. He groans above you as you lick along his needy shaft. You let your saliva drip down, sucking gently on his reddened tip. One of your hands works at the base of his erection, and the other fiddles carefully with the vibrator. A slow buzzing sound melts together with San’s pretty sounds as you press it against his hip, slowly dragging it toward his hardness. You hollowed your cheeks, letting the vibrations of the toy go through his hardness, softly at first. 
He jerks up into your mouth, his body fighting to regain control over the situation. With a firm grip, he pushes your head down further on his needy cock. He’s lost in the chase of his own high, the way you are gagging around him only taking him closer to the edge. Your pussy clenches uncontrollably, even when he isn’t ordering you around with words. His actions always manage to give him the upper hand in these situations. He cums down your throat with a series of moans, so pretty you almost begin detesting the vibrator for giving off any sound at all that distracts your ears from hearing him. You let him fuck your throat until he pulls you off of him, teary-eyed and heaving for air. 
“So good for me, fuck-” he gasps out. He looks down at you, hands desperately clinging to his thighs, your nipples having been pushed up above the edge of your tiny bra, hardened and suckable. Cum is dripping from the corner of your mouth, he reaches up a gloved hand, wiping it up only to order you to open your mouth once again. You lick the tiny amount of spilled cum from the black leather. 
You are becoming needy. As much as you love pleasing him, you crave his touch too. Will he grant your wish if you simply ask? It was always a gamble, whether or not he would continue to play with you or please you like you needed. 
He was always careful not to move too fast, loving to tease you and play with you until you were ready to take him inside of you. But after preparing for the surprise and wearing the sexy lingerie while lounging around, and then seeing just how quickly San had slipped into the usual dynamic between the two of you, you felt like you could take him with ease. 
To be completely honest, you are more than convinced that you can take him. Your cunt aches for him. 
“If you don’t stop wiggling your ass like that I might think that you’re already ready for me to get a taste of that sweet pussy,” San smirks as he watches your thighs squeeze together in search of some relief. 
“I’m ready for you, Santa baby.”
“That’s cute,” he scoffs, “You seem like an eager little whore today.”
He gives you a look of mischief. An expression you love seeing, since it tells you that he has made his plans for what to do with you next.
“Can you lay down for me, pretty girl?”
You rise from the floor and position yourself next to San, your pussy available for him to use as he sees fit. The black leather gloves he still wears touch down on your soft thighs, helping you spread your legs for San to see just how wet you have gotten. With a swift finger, he pulls your red panties aside, watching as your folds spread beautifully. Slick and glistening. 
He hums, “Such a sweet pussy you have, baby. I just can’t get enough…” 
You gasp as he dives in for a taste, finally giving you something to help satisfy your urges. His tongue swipes at your pussy lips, lips kissing your clit, eyes closed, and his moans reveal just how much he’s enjoying himself as he eats you out. 
A warm feeling spreads throughout your body when he sucks on your clit as a finger or two begin slipping into you and curling against your sensitive spot. He has a talent for making you cum fast, and hard. You are grinding up against his face when your first orgasm washes over you. 
He works you through it, kisses against your inner thighs and a calming touch making sure you ride it out until you are panting and begging him for another. 
San’s eyes shine at the pleading sounds. “My very own little whore, so desperate for cock.”
“Please… just one more!” 
“I need to give you something back for this wonderful Christmas present, don’t I? A couple more orgasms sound like a good idea to me,” he says as he pulls you up by your arms, and with your assistance, you are now straddling him as he kisses you. He doesn’t taste like chocolate chip cookies anymore, now he tastes of you. It makes you feel dizzy. 
You slip onto his hard erection, taking him in with a moan. He helps you start bouncing on his lap, the bells around your neck ringing softly as he stretches you out. The gloves aid him in holding a steady grip around your hips and thighs as he lifts you as much as he can while simultaneously watching your pussy coating his cock in your slick. His muscles become even more defined with each curl. You can’t take your eyes away from him. You whimper that you are close, and in response, San reaches down to pick up the tiny vibrator that lies next to him on the couch. 
He presses the toy against your clit, your walls contracting around his length at the sensation. You are coming undone within seconds, but he doesn’t remove the vibrations, overstimulating you until you are squirming on his lap. Nails clawing at his bare, sweaty shoulders, and walls squeezing him uncontrollably. 
You didn’t mean to come a second time, but when you go silent, and your entire body tenses against him San knows that he has succeeded in returning the favor. He cums inside of you, filling you up, eager to see it run out of you. He would’ve eaten it out of you, but you are already spent. Next time, he decides. 
With a soft hand, he removes the toy from you, a gentle touch soothing your clit while you whimper at how sensitive he has gotten you. He lets you calm down, his cock softening inside of your warmth, just how you like it. It makes you feel close to him when he lets you feel him like that. 
“I’ll go get some towels, could you stay right here for me baby?” he says, soft voice feeling like a warm blanket around your exhausted mind. You nod and slide off of him, missing his warmth the moment his arms let you go. He comes back with damp towels and water, making sure you’re cleaned up completely, and that you drink the entire glass of water before he finally forces you on your feet so you can go to the bathroom. He has taken the Santa outfit off, instead, he’s dressed in the nice grey sweats from before and a simple t-shirt. He dresses you in your softest pajamas and gives you new underwear. He patts your hair while he snuggles up next to you in your shared bed. The lights from the Christmas tree shine their warm light all the way to the bedroom. You let San take care of you completely, falling asleep in his warm embrace after having begged him for at least ten kisses. 
“Thank you, that was a really nice present, baby.”
You smiled a drowsy smile, “I’m gonna have to think up something for New Year’s now because I wanna do this again…”
“Maybe I could be the one to surprise you, I have some ideas already,” San said and pulled you even closer, fingers running softly across your back. 
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j-0ne25 · 4 months
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NOT SHY — CHAPTER [1] of RED LIGHTS [18+!]
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He chuckles, “Don’t play pretend. We both know how desperate you can get.”
“I am not… desperate. At least not for you,” you click your tongue, raising one eyebrow.
He scoffs and then laughs again. “Awww, now you're just trying to test me.”
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💻 In desperate need for money, you decide to participate in a reality dating show. Your best friend Ryujin thinks it’s a bad idea, especially when you tell her that you haven’t gotten any further info so far despite the show already starting in a few days. And, most importantly, how are you going to explain to your other friends and your roommate that you’re about to be gone for a week while being unemployed and broke without revealing the secret?
❗️You, Y/N, are part of this year’s season of Red Lights, starring as the main character, surrounded by eight very different men that you have all met before. In order to decide how the story unfolds and what happens in following episodes, select an option for the poll after reading a chapter.
🛷 CONTENT INFO: skz ot8 x afab reader [not at the same time], pls refer to masterlist for more info, reality/dating show AU, minors do not interact since it includes topics only suitable for adults, content warning under the cut
📕 WORD COUNT: 5.5K
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🥀 CONTENT WARNING: explicit sexual content [includes dom/sub dynamics, protected sex, slightest spit play], mention of getting fired and being in debt
The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Minors do not interact, this post contains mature topics. By reading you consent to nsfw content and agree that you have read all the warnings above carefully.
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‘Red lights—a show full of sins, drama and temptation.’
The shimmering gif on the website on your phone screen is glittering back at you, bold letters highlighting your fate.
“Repeat that again, Y/N. What did you say?”
You sigh. You do feel a little embarrassed, although you would never admit that. For fuck’s sake—if this is already getting on your last nerve how are you supposed to attend the actual show?
“I-I applied for a reality TV show a-and they want me. It’ll start on Monday, though, the filming and all.”
Taking another sip from your gingerbread latte, you wait for Ryujin to reply. You’re dearly concerned that your best friend might judge you, might think bad of you although she’s the most understanding and encouraging person on this planet.
“But… why?”
In fact, Ryujin doesn’t judge you. She would never. But as your best friend she cares for your well-being and, yeah, what you are about to do is very unusual of you. That’s what triggered a red flag to appear in front of her inner eyes. You’re Y/N—her introverted bestie that might like to get attention from men but not while a couple of million people are watching you.
Despite that, Ryujin doesn’t even know what the show is about. She’s been scared to ask since you dropped that bomb on her. But what she does know is that reality TV shows are known for only casting the most fake-looking dolls, high pitched noises screaming through an expensive mansion whenever a new drama starts. It’s shallow, superficial. Through and through. The same counts for the men—usually, all of them are God-like gym bros with muscles as wide as the Pacific and a cheering personality turning them into made up Prince Charmings. Don’t even start on how these shows romanticise literal toxic and sometimes even abuse behaviour—letting red flags walk around pretending they are dream partners.
Your usual type—the shy, respectful guy that can be the opposite of respectful in bed—usually isn’t a part of the concept. Just a bunch of vanillas pretending they have experienced the wildest stories and nasties fantasies. Nothing ever against vanillas—but fucking someone from behind isn’t BDSM after all.
So, Ryujin genuinely wonders how the hell did you end up there.
Well…
“I need the money. You know I got fired from my job and I need to pay my rent and… some… other bills.”
Unfortunately, the company you worked at got rid of lots of employees due to the increase of inflation and minimum wage. You and your colleague Jeongin that you have always gotten along with were one of the unlucky people.
“Isn’t there another idea?”
Probably. There are possibly other jobs that you could do. But you need money now and not in a few months or a year. Getting millions of won at once sounds a little more attractive, you must say and you’re desperate. This is so unlike you—but you have a debt to pay which is all your own fault and it seems as if this is the best solution for now.
It’s also not a show with many episodes. The producer said it’ll be a week that will get turned into different parts on TV. So, seven days and you’re out there again—but much richer than before and without any debts anymore.
“Why are you so… against it?”
Ryujin catches her own face with the palms of her hands. Fuck. It wasn’t her intention to even confuse you further. You must feel ashamed anyway. The prejudices against people who participate in entertainment like this are already high enough. Combined with your high level of insecurities, this sounds like the anxiety party of the century.
But as a frequent watcher of that high quality content, Ryujin might know a little more than you.
“Y/N, listen,” she starts again, taking your hand. “I don’t judge anyone participating in shows like this. It’s just—it’s fake and more about getting famous than anything else. The production team will turn your own words against you and cause unnecessary drama out of nothing. Legally. Because you have probably already signed a fucking contract.”
Her voice is strict and you feel so sorry, as if you disappointed her. As your best friend who is also like a big sister to you, you always want to make sure that Ryujin thinks highly of you.
“The show… is a little different than that,” you explain then.
“Do you really believe that?”
Your friend’s expressions have changed—from being a little annoyed about your naivety, she’s now feeling bad for you that you’re put in a situation like this in the first place. She’d help you financially but Ryujin herself has to make ends meet which isn’t as easy when she has to think twice about every won she is about to spend.
“Do you think I would be so dumb to apply if it wasn’t?”
“I trust you, Y/N,” she immediately reassures you and you can tell from the look in her eyes that she truly means it. “These producers… just work with very manipulative strategies to exploit those who are in need of money, appreciation or love.”
You know that she’s right about that. You’ve watched a couple of those shows as well—never a whole season since you felt a brain cell of yours melt with every minute that passed.
But… with Red Lights it’s just different. You wouldn’t have applied to an ordinary show in the first place. However, the concept caught you, made you a little hopeful. Sure, this might be exactly what they’re trying to sell you but when you’re already six feet deep down in shit, it’s hard to get out again.
“Here, look—that’s the concept.”
You shove your phone towards your friend, her eyes meeting the bold glittering letters.
“Red Lights,” Ryujin reads out loud. “What? Are they filming in Amsterdam or why the weird title?”
You roll your eyes. Yeah, it sounds… suggestive, you can’t deny that but it doesn’t surprise you considering it’s a dating show. They always come up with names like this.
“It’s a metaphor of turning red flags into something more beautiful and less toxic again—falling in love under the christmas lights with the person you have a special connection with,” you quote.
Well, that sounds at least a tiny bit reassuring to Ryujin. Maybe it isn’t as bad as other shows at least. She feels a little hopeful, despite this being the dumbest idea you’ve had in a while and you have plenty of those. But if that show actually keeps the promises they make, she could encourage you to do it.
However,there's still something that’s been on her mind for a bit. Ryujin knows that you are ambitious. Nevertheless, she’s also aware that once you reach your limits, you shut off and everything you can think of is quitting. She is afraid that there might be something happening in the show that could trigger this.
“What happens if you want to quit?”
Fuck. You were hoping for her to not ask that question. You thought you finally convinced her that this is a good idea—when you haven’t even convinced yourself, though.
“Nothing bad. I just have to pay a fine,” you say, avoiding her gaze.
“How much?”
“About… seven million won,” you mumble.
“What the fuck?!”
Customers in the café are looking at Ryujin now but she doesn’t care. Not when her best friend is about to make the dumbest decision of her life. But considering that you’ve already signed the contract, it’s probably too late now anyway.
“Ryujin… please trust me. I know what I’m doing,” you once again try to convince her but mostly yourself.
“I trust you, Y/N. You have immense knowledge of the human nature. But… I don’t trust them,” she explains.
“The producers?”
“Yes. As well as the other contestants.” She takes a deep breath. “Do you even know them?”
“No… I don’t know a lot in general, it’s supposed to be a surprise, they said. But nothing below the line of my dignity. Nothing with being naked or doing disgusting stuff,” you immediately let her know.
God. Ryujin fears her head might explode.
“What’s the concept even?”
“A combination of the most popular shows but make it less problematic,” you read the article on your phone out loud.
“You don’t know more than that?”
You shake your head no.
“Do they… pay well at least?”
“They do,” you reply. “Maybe not as well as other shows but enough for me.”
Well, hopefully this is gonna be okay. It should be. It’s just a week and Ryujin will make sure to bring you to the set where they’re filming and pick you up again. She can’t let you run into your demise on your own. 
“Does someone else know about it?” Ryujin asks.
“No…”
You probably aren’t legally allowed to tell anyone. Most of the time it’s like this which is why your best friend feels very honoured that you still shared that secret with her. Although, this could have been a cry for help as well.
“What about Chan? You didn’t tell your second best friend about it?”
You roll your eyes, “No, only you know.”
“Hyunjin? What’s your roommate saying about you disappearing for a week?”
“I am not… allowed to tell anyone except for you. I lied and said I’m on a family trip,” you explain.
Hyunjin believes anything you say as long as you sound convincing. Last year you almost managed to make him think that Santa Claus exists.
“And he believed that?”
You giggle, “He’s Hyunjin and I’m unemployed.”
“Fair points.”
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On Sunday, you come back from a walk outside with takeaway food for your roommate and you. The temperature has dropped below zero but there’s still no snow in sight—unfortunately, because that’s the only thing you actually like about winter. As well as the Christmas vibes and gingerbread latte.
Speaking of, you bought two of those as well and luckily they are still warm once you make it inside the shared living space.
“You’re a literal angel, Y/N,” Hyunjin says, which makes you giggle a little.
“The bar is on the floor, Hyun.”
He scoffs, “I don’t care. Seriously. I am not ashamed that one can buy my friendship with coffee and good food.”
You laugh along with him as you place down the paper bags.
“Wait—I’ll prepare the table while you change into something comfortable, okay?”
You nod and disappear inside your bedroom. A cosy pyjama is the outfit of your choice, working quite well with this wholesome Sunday evening dinner—or, your last supper, as you call it in your mind.
When you come back to the living room, your roommate has already prepared everything—plus two additional glasses and a bottle of red wine. You could almost call him a hopeless romantic. Deep down, Hyunjin is exactly that but he hasn’t managed to show you this side of himself yet.
Well, with the type of… relationship the two of you have, romance is the last thing that should be on either of your minds.
You sink down on the chair opposite from Hyunjin, before the two of you start eating. The food is immaculate and the wine really adds to it. After finishing, your roommate insists on cleaning everything—after all you were the one to both bring and pay the food—while you make yourself comfortable on the couch, searching for a lighthearted movie the two of you could watch.
Once Hyunjin sits down next to you, you have already made a choice and since he doesn’t really care what’s happening in front of his eyes—with you wearing this ridiculously skimpy pyjama his thoughts are somewhere very different—he just lets you do whatever you want.
“A family trip… a whole week… sounds fucking boring,” he starts a conversation, of course, with only one thing particular in mind.
“I’m sure it’ll be okay, Hyun,” you brush it off, not quite noticing what he’s hinting at.
However, you should know him by now. You’ve lived together for a couple of years and it’s a shame that you don’t seem to read his very obvious signs.
“Do you think you can survive a whole week without my dick?”
“Hyun–“
Well, that was quite obvious now.
He chuckles, “Don’t play pretend. We both know how desperate you can get.”
“I am not… desperate,” you state, crossing your arms in front of your chest, pretending to be hurt.
Your roommate raises one of his eyebrows. “Pardon?”
“At least not for you,” you click your tongue, raising one eyebrow.
He scoffs and then laughs again. “Awww, now you're just trying to test me.”
“Maybe,” you say with a wink.
“Then come here, pretty.” Hyunjin taps his thighs, gesturing for you to come closer. “Let me make you feel good, I bet you need it.”
It’s a common routine by now. Your roommate literally just needs a couple of words and you basically can’t resist him. Getting up from your spot, you get on his lap, straddling his muscular legs now. Both your arms get thrown around his neck, as you look at him with hopeful eyes—paired with a mischievous smirk decorating your lips.
“Hm, I do, Hyun. Touch me,” you say.
He chuckles and his lips meet your neck. Your head falls back, as he pulls you closer. Hyunjin’s big hands waste no time and sneak under your pretty little shirt, finding you naked underneath. He plays with your breasts a little, kneading them, as his tongue continues the feverish assault on your sensitive skin.
“Nothing better than touching you, pretty,” he lets out between his rough kisses.
You sometimes wished he’d let you connect those beautiful plump lips with your own but unfortunately Hyunjin and you opted for a strict ‘no kissing rule’ when you started this benefits situation some time ago. It’s been working quite well—you’ve never expected to be someone who is into casual sex but with Hyunjin it’s more than fine.
Well—the time spent together is great if not more. Maybe that's what makes you think that this meaningless agreement is what you need. But deep down you know that you will need more in the long run. However, until your prince in shining armor walks around the corner, you won’t say no to your roommate worshiping your body.
“Can you lay down for me, hm?”
His words startle you from your daydream and you nod. Hyunjin places you down on the couch, as your back meets the soft cushion underneath. Your pants get pulled down, while you simultaneously hover your shirt over your head. Your friend lets out a small ‘wow’ as if it’s the first time he’s seeing you like this. Heat rushes up to your face and luckily the man in front of you is way too occupied drooling at the look of your naked body to notice.
As if you’re on autopilot, you part your legs for him, just like you’ve done a million times before. Hyunjin dives right in, using two of his fingers to spread your pussy lips apart. Despite finding you already drenched—a chuckle leaving his mouth at the sight—he lets a string of saliva collide with your wetness, before he uses his tongue to smear the mixture of liquids all over you.
You let out a whimper, automatically spreading your thighs even further for him, as Hyunjin starts drawing delicious circles over you clit. Feeling yourself becoming even wetter with every second, you let one of your hands find his head, playing a little with the long strands, as you guide him to a rhythm that you like.
Hyunjin isn’t only big but also actually knows what to do with his dick. He’s quite talented with his long fingers and tongue too—although he could never come close to him when it’s about eating pussy. You hate yourself for the fact that probably no man will ever come close to that one.
“Shit– you taste so fucking good,” he hums against your wetness, voice dropping low.
The feeling of the two of his fingers suddenly disappearing in your hole enlightens even more desire in your system. Hyunjin has always managed to make you let out your true animalistic self. It’s just the effect he has—you can’t blame him, neutrally speaking, he is probably the most attractive person you’ve ever crossed paths with. It’s a true miracle that you have been able to resist him for so long.
Your agreement started a few months ago—the both of you desperate for intimacy and pretty much bored. Autumn rain caught the best of you, keeping you locked inside this tiny apartment. So, one thing led to another and since then it’s become quite a habit to take care of one another if you ever feel stressed.
That’s exactly what he manages to achieve right now. Those motions of his long fingers and the expertise of his tongue flicking over your sensitive nub is what drives you closer to the verge of tasting that sweet relief. Hyunjin lets out a satisfied grunt, when you pull his hair, desperate to reach your climax.
He hums against you, curling his digits in an angle that helps him find that sweet spot inside you once again. Just a few more thrusts. A few more. And you tip over the edge. Your vision almost goes blind, the feeling takes all over you, as your roommate helps you through your climax.
Once you’ve somewhat calmed down, you witness his face appear from between your thighs—he’s glistening in your juices, bringing two fingers to his face to clean himself. The moan he lets out when tasting you on his skin sounds almost illegal. But Hyunjin knows exactly what he’s doing, he knows exactly what effect he has on you, especially in that impatient state you are in right now.
“Hyun… please,” you sigh.
“Please what, pretty?”
He cocks his head, parting his lips so you notice the way his tongue collides with his upper teeth.
“You really want to make me beg, hm?”
“You know me too well…”
You roll your eyes, “Come on, Hyun. Please, fuck me already.”
Your roommate giggles as if it’s the first time he’s allowed to do this with you, before he reaches for the boxes under the couch table, coming back with a plastic wrapper. He wastes no time, when he pulls his shirt and sweatpants down—of course bare underneath, you would have noticed his boner from a mile away. Both because of his hornyness and well… his size.
After ripping the packaging open, Hyunjin slides the condom down his throbbing length. You part your legs again but the man has different plans, as he grabs you by the hips and spins you around. Your face crashes into the pillow in front of you but you get up on your elbows again.
“Ass up, pretty. Come on, be good for me, yeah?”
You nod and do as you’re told. Fuck. You can’t wait to finally have him inside you. You’re actually contemplating now how you’re supposed to get through a week without fucking your roommate.
A hand reaches between your legs, helping you spread them a little further. The tip of his cock slightly rubs over your clit, before Hyunjin slides into your awaiting cunt all effortlessly. He knows you love it when he teases you, although you would never admit that. Once you’ve given him a sign, your friend finally starts moving.
His big cock is rubbing your gummy walls so perfectly, it nearly makes you see stars in front of your eyes. The noise inside the living room is loud and animalistic—an intense mixture of moans, grunts and whimpers coming from the both of you. 
You’ve always known that you’d enjoyed it the most when men are vocal—but it’s a whole new level with your roommate. It’s really insane, in the best way possible.
Combined with one of his hands placed on your ass cheek, massaging the flesh from time to time, the feeling of him pounding into your wetness makes you forget about all the stress and issues going on right now. Fuck. Why on earth did you sign that contract if it means that you won’t be able to get railed into oblivion by Hyunjin for a whole week?
“S-So fucking good for me,” the man in question praises you before he brings two fingers right to your clit again, playing a little with you.
“You’re so fucking good at this, Hyun,” you compliment him back.
It doesn’t take you that much longer to reach your second orgasm of that night. It’s even more intense than the first one, making your thighs shake and your throat burn by how loud you’re screaming, begging for more.
Walls clenching around him, you slowly come down from your high, triggering Hyunjin to release his seeds into the condom. He comes to a halt, still keeping you close, before he pulls out and quickly discards it.
“Fuck, this was insane,” you tell him with a giggle.
“Hm, absolutely,” he says, “how about you go shower first, hm? I’m gonna prepare some more snacks and this time we’ll actually watch a movie.”
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The air in Ryujin’s car is comfortably warm, protecting you from the cold outside. It’s been a few hours on the road and you're sure it would be easier to get up the mountain in summer time. But with all the snow covering the streets with a glittery white layer, it takes you some additional time.
Fortunately, the producers allowed you to tell one person about the existence and your participation in the show, which is why you told Ryujin about it. If you’re honest, you were considering sharing the secret with your other best friend, Chan, first but that guy never seems to shut up.
The same counts for your roommate Hyunjin. You even thought about telling Seungmin about it—despite him being your oldest friend since kindergarten, you haven’t been that close the past few years which can be blamed on the incident so you initially thought this would make it a good idea with the distance towards him. However, you decided against it and especially with Ryujin’s knowledge about the world of reality TV, you know you made the right choice. In addition, Seungmin unfortunately seems to be the type of person to judge you for participating in a show like this.
You can feel your heartbeat’s pace increase with every kilometer your best friend drives further and faster than you’re able to grasp it, she is searching for a parking spot in front of a big snowy mansion.
“I hope you’ve brought winter clothes with you,” your best friend hisses, once she exits the car—indicating that she didn’t. After all, it’s just a matter of time that she will have to drive back home anyway.
You get out of the vehicle as well, before you let Ryujin help you grab out the endless amount of luggage you have with you. Once you turn around and guide your gaze towards the ridiculously huge building in front of you, a woman is already on her way to your direction.
She isn’t quite tall but with the attitude she carries and the atmosphere she creates, you’re instantly drawn to her. “Y/N! Welcome. We’re glad you’re here,” she greets you. “I’m Soyeon, the director of the show. We’re so excited to get to know you better.”
She introduces herself to Ryujin next, thanking your best friend that she brought you here. The director tells her that she’d offer her a drink but unfortunately no one other than the crew and contestants are allowed on the set.
You take your time and pull Ryujin into a tight hug then, as you listen to her telling you that she’s proud of you no matter how this will end. She wants to make sure that you still see her as your safe place despite her initial doubts about this whole topic. But she can’t deny it—Soyeon seems very kind and your best friend dearly hopes her intuition isn’t wrong.
She gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, swiping away the tear that is currently running down your face, before you tell each other goodbye. You watch Ryujin drive off in the distance, her black car slowly becoming invisible in the snow.
“Thanks for the opportunity,” is the first thing you say when you turn around to Soyeon again. Fuck. You’re so nervous. You believe you’ve never been this nervous in your life and the show hasn’t even started yet.
“No need to thank us, you’re the perfect fit for this job,” she reassures you with such a warm smile, it threatens to melt the snow around you.
“Oh—really?”
You’re wondering if she’s just saying it because she obviously notices how anxious you are or if it’s what she truly thinks.
“Absolutely,” she replies. “How about you allow Yeji, our makeup assistant, to help you with all your stuff and while she gets you ready I’ll explain a few details to you?”
Soyeon guides you into a little shed in the huge garden of the lot. There’s a big basement underneath where all the stuff from the crew is stored—as well as the dressing room. It’s prettily decorated—fairy lights hanging from the ceiling, shrouding the room in a bright colour, kind of opposite to their usual purpose but the makeup assistant obviously needs good lighting for what she’s about to do.
You meet her next, introducing each other, as Yeji tells you to sit down on the velvety chair in front of the enormous mirror. She has the same warm aura as Soyeon brings to the day, helping your anxiety calm down a little.
“Why am I only now getting the details?” you ask Soyeon, once her colleague starts applying sunscreen and primer onto your face.
"That's how the show is,” Soyeon starts. “It’s nothing personal against the contestants but since we had issues with people that plagiarised our concept before, we decided to do it this way. But there’s no need to worry, okay? We differ a lot from the typical reality shows.”
You dearly hope so. Otherwise you wouldn’t have signed that contract.
“How’s that?”
“I mean, I know you know a bit,” she continues. “But we basically turn those typical concepts into better ones, I would call it. Less drama but more entertainment and real emotions.”
It’s impressive, really. Maybe that’s what had drawn you to the thought of participating in the first place. You’ve always had an issue with how fake and repetitive these shows seem.
“How did you come up with the idea?”
“I don’t like the general toxicity in those shows. Besides that, how are they calling it reality TV when it’s nothing like reality?”
You giggle. “Yeah.”
Soyeon basically speaks what’s been on your mind for years. You feel like reality TV has both increased in quantity of shows and number of viewers.
“Also, I have always had a problem with how not really inclusive these shows are, not only regarding different body types but also characters. Those personalities—if you can even call them that—are so shallow, it makes me furious. I wanted a show with different characters with a fucking story behind them,” Soyeon adds.
“But… isn’t one big part of reality TV that the people who watch it enjoy this type of.. primitive content? You know, the unnecessary drama, the alcohol escapades, the yelling at each other…”
That’s just what pops up in your head when you think of this genre and you've always thought that was the intention behind these shows.
“Yes,” Soyeon agrees but goes further, “because it makes the viewers believe they are better than the actors. But, to be honest, I don’t want people like that watching my shows. I want to revolutionise that genre.”
“Woah—you’re incredible,” you tell her, looking at her reflection in the mirror with starry eyes.
Soyeon finds you adorable—maybe that’s what makes you perfect for her concept. Introverted people with deeper meaningful intentions are most of the times seen as too boring for this type of entertainment. She dearly hopes you won’t get your heart broken, though…
“Not more than you, Y/N,” she compliments you. “I knew you would fit and appreciate my concept, that’s why we chose you. The same counts for all the other contestants.”
The other contestants. Right. You still don’t know anything about the other people who will be participating. You hope you will get along with the other girls.
“Speaking of—will I learn anything about them before we start filming?”
“No, I’m sorry,” she says. “You should only know that you’re the star of the show, the main character, if you will.”
Main character?
“Gosh, you look fucking beautiful.”
You take a closer look in the mirror and realise Soyeon is correct. Yeji applied the prettiest makeup you’ve ever had in your life—glittering powder making you look like a real life fairy as well as colours for the shadow on your lids that make your eyes stand out. She finished everything with a stunning red lipstick in the exact same shade as the dress you will be wearing. The makeup assistant left your hair mostly in its natural state, embracing your inner true self with it.
“Woah—thank you, Yeji.”
She smiles at you. “You’re welcome.”
“Anything else I need to know?” you ask Soyeon, turning towards her.
She nods, “Three things. First, we’re gonna be as invisible as possible. Just follow the instructions and be as authentic as you can.”
That should be easy, right? Especially when Soyeon says that you fit the concept.
“Second, if you want to take a pause or not do something, you’ll let me know, yeah? We’re not gonna force you to do anything.”
A fucking huge weight drops off your shoulder. The biggest fear you’ve had vanishes away into ashes.
“Third and most important, we’re gonna look through the raw footage of the video material together in about a week. If there’s even the tiniest scene that you don’t want on TV, we will cut it out. No discussion.”
It feels as if this year Christmas, Easter and your birthday are all on the same day—the relief you’re granted is the best present life could give you.
“God… Thank you so much, Soyeon,” you tell her.
“Not for that. It’s our concept after all and I’m happy you’re here with us.”
You smile.
“You can go to the bathroom after changing into your outfit if you need to before we start in a few minutes. Just come back to the point where we met earlier.”
You carefully get up and follow Yeji to the changing room. There you find the red dress she picked for you—it’s minimalistic but you like it. Once you put it on, you understand the vision she had in mind. The fabric hugs your curves perfectly. You’ve never thought you’d feel so comfortable in a dress like this.
Thanking her, you walk towards the bathroom, taking your time to calm down a little. When you exit again, you head back to the dressing room to check your phone one last time before you will have to put it away for seven days. God, you dearly hope you won’t miss out on whatever is going on in the outside world.
You’re glad you told all your loved ones that your family and you agreed on a no phone policy during your trip which makes being away from socials a lot easier. However, for some dumb reason you feel like texting your roommate again—both for the fact that you lied to his face and for the unhinged shit he said last night, bringing you back to thoughts you really shouldn’t have right now.
‘Do you think you can survive a whole week without my dick?’
For fuck’s sake. Why did he have to say that? The brat inside you comes out to play, when you type in the message on your phone and hit ‘send’.
[You 14:03]: We arrived safely at the family house in the mountains! I dearly hope I can survive a whole week without my phone and your dick 😔😔🥵 have a good time Hyun :)
Buzz.
The vibration coming from a bag in the corner of the room startles you. Soyeon told you to just leave your phone close to it and Yeji will place the device inside with the others once you’re out.
Why on earth did one of the phones receive a message when you just sent a text to your roommate?
You brush the thought off that Hyunjin could be here. That guy is busy anyway with his painting projects, it’s a few weeks until Christmas after all.
It’s probably just a coincidence, right?
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❤️‍🔥 AUTHOR’S NOTE: ahhhh omg this is the first part… I am so fucking nervous lmao… but also excited how the next part is gonna go, based on how you guys decide hehe. Please share your thoughts with me by commenting, reblogging and/or sending me asks (anon is fine too). I’d very much appreciate it. Have a nice day and happy December! :)
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fitgirlfemdom · 4 months
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✧∘* ✧・゚bigger guys✧∘* ✧・゚
you meet me at the gym. maybe i caught your eye from the squat rack or maybe you watched as a downed a bottle of water during a break. it doesn't matter--we get to talking. eventually, you realize, i come to that gym everyday, and soon we get to exchanging numbers. i come across as this demure, young cardiobunny with a bit of an obsession for you, and maybe you're just looking to score.
it doesn't matter. i tell you that i like bigger guys. you ask me about my opinion of you, and i suggest that you could eat a few more calories. after all, it's bulking season. you don't really think that your 10% body fat is gonna maintain all the way to summer, do you? i suggest a mass gainer shake brand, and although you forget most of our conversation, on your way home, you couldn't help but stop by a grocery store and pick some up.
that's when i start asking you about it. i recommend, after our respective work-outs when we're downing out protein shakes, you take your mass gainer at the same time. it's efficiency, after all. you say you want to ease into it, but after meeting my eyes as the bottle touches your lips, something changes in you.
i go to the gym everyday, and when i see you enter, i ask about the shakes. you did bring some with you, right? you won't get any gains if you don't eat right after! didn't you know that? and that brand isn't even that good anyway. who told you to get that? let's head to your place after--i'll show you how to make a real shake.
that's when it becomes a daily routine--well, it started to, before your lethargy got to you. post-workout, i'd head over and whip up something special for you--gobs of peanut butter, mass gainer, heavy cream, protein powder, the works--all in the comfort of your own blender. you start to question if all of this is really necessary, but i did tell you big guys were better, and are you gonna tell me i'm wrong? look at you. don't get self-deprecating now. i like how much you've gained!
the daily work-out dates turn to me seeing you after, crashed out on the couch. you head to the gym a few times a week, but not as commonly as before. you've just been so tired lately, i get it. rest days are even more important for recovery, though. it's doctors' orders-you need more sleep, and you need more shakes. when you're not ordering DoorDash, i'm the one cooking for you. a shake goes with every meal--it's mandatory. and you love it. they taste good! why think so hard about it when i'm smiling when you do it?
in fact, going to the gym at all is just cutting down the muscle you already have, don't you know that? you need some time to regain mass. you might as well quit your job--it's so demanding, isn't it? i could support both of us easily, and why would i want you to risk burning more calories out and about? it'd be much easier for you to sit on the couch and regroup, watch some TV, watch some porn, and eat.
you quit your job, because it's sucked the soul out of you, honestly. you've moved in with me, because there's no reason to live separately when we spend all our time together. you can't go five minutes without one of my shakes or my meals, after all. you're honestly a real glutton now, if i'm being honest. whenever i return from my daily gym visit, i make sure to bring you plenty of take-out, or three pizzas, or a few Subway footlongs, just to make sure you're well-fed. you've added probably 100lbs of mass at this point. it'd be a shame for all that hard work to go to waste.
you barely move from the couch, and i think it's starting to get to you. your gym buddies are all wondering what happened, and you can barely get the strength to sit-up by yourself, but that mental turmoil seems to dissipate when you're eating. it just tastes too good, doesn't it, baby? you're so full, but you love when i bring a fork to your lips, or a slice of pizza to your mouth. you love when i nod affirmatively, smiling as i watch you down another one of my shakes.
you especially love when i ride you. all those past memories, memories of athletic prowess, of high school cheerleaders, of locker room chats, all seem to fade away. the rush of a new PR, the delight in pumping iron, it's all gone. you spread your thick, plumped-out thighs outward and i straddle you as the TV plays. it's hard to get a good hold on your cock with that gut in the way, but you're so hard, so needy, so hot--i plunge myself on it right away. you feel my tight, toned body squeeze the life out of you, hearing the wet slaps of your balls on my defined, perky ass. you might not be able to move as well now, but i certainly can. i'm the tightest you've ever had, and my tits are pressed up against your face.
you're sweating, and you're not even moving. well, not intentionally, anyway. your tits are bouncing more than mine, let's be honest. everything about me is perky and defined, firm--even my ribs are apparent. but you? you're a pig. your moans almost sound like oinks, that's how much pressure you've put on your body. you stare up at me riding your cock, and because of your porn-rotten brain and how pathetic you are, you cum almost immediately, like always. doesn't matter. i give you a hearty dose of Viagra with your mass gainer shake after, and i use your cock for the next few hours. i get horny after the gym, what can i say?
you've blown at least four loads into my wet cunt at this point, and although my stamina hasn't faltered, you're completely spent. your cock is so overstimulated, you wince at the slightest touch. i know this, baby, and i care about you so much, so i make sure i've licked every inch of it clean. i stare up at you from this angle, but i can barely see your face behind your gut. you've really let yourself go, haven't you? you're shaking, overfed, overstimulated, bound to this couch under your own poor decisions. why even leave the house? they're all just gonna make fun of you. you think your gym buddies won't have a few choice words to say about you when you make your return?
you don't care about this, about any of this. your brain is so melted from the constant dopamine, the constant pleasure, that you've lost all self-awareness. your daily schedules consists of cable TV, countless hours of porn and touching your pathetic cock, and, of course, eating everything in sight. you're a complete degenerate, but you're my complete degenerate.
i did tell you i liked bigger guys.
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(Ignore this if this isn’t your thing)
I think about sugar daddy Yan jing yuan- man got money I know it I know he also prob has more then 2 black cards and lives in a nice home. He be such a sweet sugar daddy but also manipulative and sneaky too honesty. Yan sugar daddy jing yuan pays for EVERYTHING and I mean everything- bills? Done, high education degree?, paid for all the years you take, food? Done, shopping?- just know you can buy whatever you want with daddy money but you also have to get him a nice and cute pair of lingerie for him to see on you UwU.
And it’s not even thag hard for him too- he has the money and the status I mean- if the great general makes dinner reservation I just know the owner will literally be the one to physically be the host, take your orders, cook the meal themselves with their best chief, and serve it with the best personality and smile. Honestly it be no suprised you get the best views or the entire place is slightly empty bc of his status
Shops will absolutely bend over back for him when he walks around, if he ask if there’s a specific peice of lingerie set that they say it was out of stock- suddnly it’s there-
Always he makes sure your given the best in life UwU
He does all this with a few conditions that you have to follow. Each day 8 kisses, always hold him when in public, sit on lap when he’s in his office reading documents, and most importantly take his cock every hour 7 days a week. Yan sugar daddy jing is essentially molding you to a pretty wife for him.
don’t even think about ending this with him because you may see him as a only cash and sugar daddy but to him- your practically his girlfriend soon to be bride to soon to wife. If you do try all that money he given you will just be gone all of a sudden and your left with practically nothing. You’ll have to come back to jing since he always provides you so well.
Once you crawl back he’ll go UwU ofc baby one thing. And that one thing is he gonna fuking you Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday week- every hour, every minute, every second night after night sevens days a week (totally not a song reference 🫢) because after all that it so your too fucked to ever think you could just end things with him like that
You be play and be his pretty little wife and he will absolutely spoil you beyond your dreams. (Ik those dinner dates he takes you have to be SO NICE and these are def just mt extremes dreams to be his wife)
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Thank you for writing such length of thoughts, it was a pleasure to read, sugar daddy jing yuan is something I have never thought of before because I was not interested... but 🫣 But this one is good, I added some background stories 😚💖
CW: yandere, non-con/dub-con, manipulation, abuse of power, fem! reader
You need money, really, you need this. You need to pay your bills, maybe it's an accident, maybe it's medical bills for your important person/pet, maybe you're too exhausted to meet those credit requirements, or some other reason. You move into smaller apartments again and again, eat fast food, and sigh while watching space TV. You need to move to a planet with more opportunities, but how? As you swipe your phone screen, a dating social media ad appears in front of you.
You hesitated for a while, but you still signed up, feeling a little nervous and apprehensive. You simply filled in the information. This application should be very popular. There are users from some cosmic species you have never heard of. The photo only shows a blurry profile of you. Out of place among all the pretty, confident headshots. The introduction simply states your hobbies, you… just want to do things like kissing, cuddling, and dating. Sex is the last step. You don’t think much about it for the moment.
A few days later. You're still going about your life, only getting messages from weirdos saying things like, "I want to cum on your face," "Can you give me a clear picture of your thighs?", "It's mating season on our planet. you can come here”. You always delete and block them directly, which is a bit frustrating. And you get another new message, but this time it's a little special.
Anonymous: hi
Anonymous: want to see a picture of my little lion? 🥺 she is adorable.
You: …?
And then you do receive so many adorable photos of his pet lion that your heart melts. You open a series of topics with this user. His profile picture isn't a real person either, but a picture of a kitten showing her belly to invite pampering. You gradually learned more about him and you felt relaxed talking to him, but of course he didn't forget to discuss...intimate things with you.
Then, the user invites you to meet to discuss more details, and even the cost of traveling through space is prepared for you. That is an electronic certification of a VIP ticket. The stewards of those spaceships bow to you and are concerned about your needs, preparing exquisite meals, blankets and pillows for you. You've never been so far away from your own planet and treated so considerately.
The arrival place written on the ticket is Xianzhou Luofu...?
You quietly search for information about this space civilization, and shyly imagine what kind of person "he" would be. After you got off the spacecraft, you thought about finding public transportation, but someone was waiting for you there and took you to the General's Mansion.
You: Wait...did you take me to the wrong place...
The assistant smiled slightly and left, leaving you standing helpless in the garden of the General's Mansion. The one you've been chatting with for months (the one who was even sending you uwu and kitten love memes last night)...is - one of the seven Arbiter-Generals of the Xianzhou Alliance. General Jing Yuan?
But you knew it was him as soon as the burly, majestic man with long white hair opened his mouth. When he caught a glimpse of you, his eyes like the golden sun lit up, and he rushed directly in front of you. He put his right hand on your soft hip and took you off the ground. "Baby, I finally meet you…" You squirmed, feeling overwhelmed and embarrassed, "You-you put me down first..."
"Oh… sure, my bad." After being reminded, Jing Yuan carefully put you down so that your legs could stand balanced on the ground. “We can’t kiss while I’m holding you like this,” he said before kissing your lips deeply. Your heart felt like a lightning strike, and you were frightened by such a meeting.
Is this normal? Is it developing too fast…?
The words and topics you prepared have no effect at all. After a luxurious dinner and confession (?), Jing Yuan carried you in his arms, entered the room and started caressing and breeding. You wrap your hands around his neck and stare at his sculptured, delicate face, his eyes flashing with some unknown desire. Those long white strands of his hair fell on your chest and tickled. Your legs were stretched out and were sore from being pressed by his balls and cock. The white seed kept flowing out unbearably, but you were required to keep your legs clamped around his waist to better receive the seed. Your lips parted, tears kept flowing down your cheeks, moans and cries were faintly heard in your throat, and your lower body was filled with sticky and loud pounding. The previous agreement (only kisses, hugs and dates) was ignored.
You have been living in the General's Mansion since then and have no plans to return to your planet. Once you have such a plan, Jing Yuan will plead with you with puppy eyes to stay, even though he has no intention of allowing this. Then as you describe, the general pays for all your expenses, even before you ask for them. There are no credit points in your bank account (you don’t know why it became 0, and the account was even canceled later…). You can only use the two cards he gave you. Now, even though you are thirsty while shopping, you use his card to buy drinks instead of your own money. He pampers you and you can buy any beautiful clothes, shoes, whatever you want. Of course, you must also carefully select a set of underwear before you finish shopping, spread your legs on the bed and wait for him, otherwise Jing Yuan will not reimburse you for those expenses.
Kissing him at least 8 times a day and holding his hand are still required, but asking you to be by his side all the time is a bit too much, even though Jing Yuan wants that too. He is considerate and knows that you need some time to yourself, enjoy your hobbies and rest. If you want to listen to music, read a book, have a party, exercise, shop, watch a movie, just do it. As long as you don't take too long and can come back to him every night, Jing Yuan won't mind. Sitting on his lap while he reads papers is a perfect plus. You need to warm his cock, comfort him, or hide under his desk and service him for hours. Once Jing Yuan returns to the General's Mansion, it will be the beginning of a long night.
You've tried to change and leave him, but that ultimately failed. After all, you can't open a new bank account right now, and no bank in the galaxy would. There is no way to buy a return ticket...
If you do try to leave in a situation like this, you will only find that returning to him is the only way. Jing Yuan has to punish you a little and put you on the bed to start the sex marathon. When the general had to go to work, you were placed with an electric dildo the same size as him, bouncing and squirting until you learned your lesson and married him. You will be trained to be a pretty little wife, snuggling in his arms, forgetting that you just wanted to pay the bills.
Maybe you should ask him about the purpose of downloading this app in the first place. Jing Yuan is smart, but he won't lie about this. He wants you, wants to love you, and wants you to be his spouse for the rest of his life.
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buckleyx · 1 year
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pls a fic about buck from 911 with reader who is v short (like 5'2) and he likes to cuddle on her chest lots of fluff thanks
CUDDLES AND KISSES
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the gif i used is not mine! all credit goes to the owner! - This is such a pretty Gif <;33
Author’s note: Hello it is I. I'm back baby!! NEW EPISODES NEW ME YEAHH. Enjoy my friend as I feed you with this content.
I was really inspired by this request so thank you, thank you, thank you anon.
Evan buckley x gender!neutral reader
Warnings: FLOOFFF and cuddly Buck but also mentions of the coma he has in season 6
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"I'm cold." You whined, pulling the blanket closer to your chest. Buck smiled, stretching his arms before moving closer to you. The couch made a funny sound as he smoothly tried to scoot over. You giggled at the action which made him crack a smile of his own. The corners of his mouth curled up, the sound of your laughter sounding like heaven to his ears.
Since Buck's accident, he's been pretty much stuck at home. Not that you really minded, helping him recover was one of your top priorities now. You even took some time off of work. Just a couple weeks, just until he was feeling better you promised.
"Feeling better now?" He asked. You pretended to hesitate, nuzzling your face against his chest. "Yeahhhh, I'll be alright." You teased. Another chuckle escaped his lips, pressing a kiss to your head.
Oh, how he wished he could stay in this moment forever. He felt so at ease, so peaceful and safe when he was with you.
You thoughtlessly watched the tv show that was playing while you played with the soft cotton hem of his shirt. Twisting it around your fingers. Unconsciously Buck was doing the same thing but with your other hand. His finger caressing the palm of your hand.
You stayed like this for a couple of minutes before the silence was interrupted by soft yawn. Buck pushed his face to the side before blinking a few times. Evan would feel tired often, something the doctors warned him about after he woke up from the coma.
You noticed it in him too, after a few simple task he would already be feeling sleepy. He hated it. Especially during moments like these. Even after sleeping full hours he still would feel like he hasn't slept a wink. He just wants to be with you, do simple things again with you. But it takes time. Healing takes time.
"I'm I such bad company?" You teased, perking your head up to look at him, a smile plastered on your face. Evan laughed softly while caressing your cheek with his thumb. "You? Never!" He smiled but couldn't help but feel a slight quilt forming about ruining this beautiful moment.
You noticed the shift in his eyes and wanted to tell him for the millionth time that he doesn't have to apologize or feel bad about this. He needs to heal.
Before he could say anything you poked his side, tickling him to take his mind of it. "Hey!" He laughed loudly before tickling you back. You jumped up at his fingers tickling your skin. You playfully fought back, making your way from his chest to his torso. You carefully sat up and strangeld his torso. He rested his hands on your hips to help you sit up as you proceeded to tickle his stomach. A playfull "yelp" escaped his lips as he tried holding your hands, laughter filling the room.
After his failed attempts of winning you over he called for a truce. It fell quiet again as you both tried catching your breaths after all the giggles. Here and there a small giggle manged to escape again, making you both smile like children.
Buck sat up again, positioning your hips so you were sitting more comfortable on his lap. Your legs strangled his torso. His hands grabbed your cheecks. He played with your hair before peppering your face with small kisses. "I'm so lucky to have you." He whispered. You smiled, looking at his lips before giving him a kiss. His eyes fluttered shut, deepening the kiss at your approval.
"I love you." You whispered back after a few seconds. The buckley secured his arms against your back before swiftly switching positions. You were laying with your head against the couch, he gave you a loving smile and a kiss before resting his head against your tummy. He wrapped his arms against your upper body, nestling his nose against your skin just like you did before with him.
He felt so happy, so goddamm lucky to have you. How he wished he could capture moments like this forever. Dream in them away and stay with you forever.
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joeys-babe · 6 months
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Joey B Imagines: On The Road Again*
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summary: When you and Joe are put in the back row of a van during a road trip with Sam Hubbard and Nick Bosa, you find yourselves trying to be as quiet and discreet as possible.
warnings: smut
pairing: Joe Burrow x reader
imagine universe: Baby, I Love You
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“we’ll take the third row” - Joe stated mater-of-factly
it was still off-season, just a few weeks before OTA’s were gonna start so Joe and a couple of his close friends decided to take a road trip.
it was going to be Joe, me, Sam Hubbard, Sam’s girlfriend Jess, and Nick Bosa.
it was the old ohio state friend group, and i was familiar with the two boys since joe and i started dating when he was still at ohio state.
sam and joe were lucky enough to end up playing with the same nfl team, while nick ended up in san fran with the niners. before training camp, nick decided he wanted to take this road trip together before him and the boys were back to being opponents.
nick flew down to cincy and was currently staying in sams guest room. he was in charge of renting the car used for the road trip.. but he was the one 30 minutes late.
sam and jess made it to joe and i’s house 15 minutes before 9:30 which is the time we agreed on meeting here.
so here the four of us were, sitting in the living room and watching tv while waiting on nick.
nick said the type of car was a surprise, but that it was a four row van. the last row was being folded down for more room to put our luggage.
since nick was the only one of the three guys not bringing a girl along, he decided he was gonna take the middle row so he could sprawl out and make a bed.
sam said he’d drive while jess was “passenger princess”, so that meant the back row was left for joe and i.
“dear god, where is he?” - joe grumbled
“he’s 30 minutes late but i mean you know how he is joe. he’s gonna show up with some decked out van.” - sam
“i don’t care what it is, i’m just hoping for working AC ” - you
“true that.” - joe
“sam, how is nick so late isn’t he literally coming from your house?” - you
“well yeah, he is… but he slept in. when we were leaving to come here he hadn’t even left to go get the car.” - sam
joe groaned out of annoyance and you let one of your hands fall to the top of his head to play with his hair.
“someone’s impatient” - you laughed
“we’ve been together for six years, you should know that by now.” - joe
“bro you are not one to talk, i dont see an engagement ring on her finger. you’ve been together for six years, you should know she’s the one by now.” - sam joked
“i don’t like being rushed! it’s coming though, i promise baby.” - joe turned to you and gave you a wink before glaring at sam
we all talked for a little while longer until we heard car honks coming from outside the house.
“thank fuck!” - joe shot up off the couch and speed walked over to the door
sam, jess, and i followed behind him and when we made it outside we all stared at the vehicle in shock.
“nick what the literal hell is that?!” - joe yelled
“you like it??” - nick hung out of the window of the van
“absolutely not.” - joe turned around to walk back into the house, but you grabbed his arm before he could and turned him back around.
“it’s an old church van, it’s all they had left since i was late to pick up the one i rented originally so someone else got it.” - nick
“damn it, nick!” - joe
i wrapped one of my arms around his waist and placed my other hand on his chest, trying to calm him down.
“it’s gonna be okay, joe. we don’t need an entire RV.” - you
“i don’t even know if i can fit in the back of that thing y/n!” - joe
“we’ll make ya fit. now please go get our bags from upstairs?” - you
“fine” - joe mumbled, you pecked his lips and said thank you before letting him out of your grasp
when joe was back in the house, sam and nick both let out a sigh of relief.
“if you weren’t around i don’t know how he woulda turned out.” - sam laughed
“yeah for real” - nick
“i try.” - you did a bow jokingly and smiled.
joe returned shortly after. he was rolling his suitcase on the ground while my bags lined both of his arms. talk about hot.
“baby, we’re going for the weekend. not moving in.” - joe mumbled as he walked over to the back of the van where sam was loading the bags up.
“i know that joe! i just need outfit options!” - you
“okay, okay!” - joe laughed
once sam had finally gotten all of my bags off of joes arms and loaded into the trunk, joe looked down at the red marks on his arms from the friction of the bags.
i walked closer to joe and wrapped my arms around his waist.
“my bags bother your arms?” - you
“not at all, just the marks. it’s really nothing to me.” - joe shrugged
“my big strong man” - you smirked before putting your lips on his
joes hands found their places on my hips to pull me against him as our kiss deepened. it was like we were the only people in the world.. until sam cleared his throat.
we pulled away from each other and giggled, joe moved away to try to get the door open and i couldn’t help but laugh when he couldn’t figure it out.
“how the hell do you open this?” - joe
i opened it first try, and he just glared at me before i motioned for him to get in first.
watching joe climb into the van was hilarious. he was a big dude standing 6’4 so he had to practically get on his hands and knees to get into the seat.
“stop laughing at me!” - joe
i had to bite the insides of my cheeks to stop laughing and i climbed in behind him.
i was significantly shorter then joe, so if i bent over i could stay standing inside the van. my luck, i dropped my phone in the floorboard so i had to bend over to get it. joe was getting a real nice view right now.
“fuck” - joe muttered
i knew exactly what got that reaction, but i played dumb.
“you good?” - you
“oh uh yeah.” - joe
when i sat down i noticed that joe was nowhere near comfortable, his knees were practically to his chest and he kept scooting around trying to get comfortable.
“can you not get comfortable?” - you
“no.” - joe sighed
i instructed him to sit sideways, his legs being the entire length of the bench-like seats as i did the same. joes legs were on either side of mine as my feet were on his lap.
“you good now?” - you
“yeah but this fuckin cup holder is like in my back.” - joe
i laughed at how whiny he was being before tossing him a pillow to put behind his back.
“now are you okay? any more complaints?” - you
“aye you’re the one asking! but no, i’m good now.” - joe
a few minutes later, everyone was finally situated and we were on our way to our weekend getaway.
it wasn’t even 20 minutes in and i was already bored. joe had his earbuds in, mouthing the words to whatever song he was listening to while bobbing his head and absentmindedly rubbing my feet with one of his hands.
i stared at him, waiting for him to notice me so he would see that i was bored but when his blue eyes locked with my eyes all he did was give me a small smile.
joe noticed that my face didn’t light up like it usually does when he smiles, so the hand that was on my foot wandered to my shin.
“you bored?” - joe
i nodded and joe chuckled before taking his earbuds out of his ears.
“watcha wanna do?” - joe
he got a shrug in return, and joe reached down for his backpack in the floorboard. he unzipped it and pulled out one of those travel activity booklets you’d do as a kid before handing it to me.
“ooo fun!” - you
“i had to get you one, it reminds me of the first time i went on vacation with you.” - joe
“my parents watched us like hawks!” - you laughed
“we were like 20, that’s what i don’t get.” - joe
“they wanted to make sure we weren’t gonna engage in any adult activity” - you
“didn’t stop us though, remember?” - joe smirked
“joe!” - you laughed
“god that shower sex was amazing.” - joe
“joseph lee! stop!” - you
joe laughed at how flustered i got, while all the rest of the people in the van looked slightly traumatized.
“you guys are disgusting” - nick
“ooo someone’s jealous that i have a girlfriend and he doesn’t.” - joe
“i’m far from jealous. i’m havin plenty of fun being single.” - nick
“sureee” - sam laughed
a few minutes later all the commotion died down and the car was silent.
“wanna help me look for license plates from all the states?” - you smiled up at joe
“yeah sure, come here” - joe
at first i was confused to what he meant but soon enough i moved to sit on his side with my back to his chest, his legs still on either side of mine.
joe immediately put his chin on my shoulder to see what i was looking at, and his arms snaked around my waist.
“love you, y/n” - joe mumbled into your neck
i had to grin at his soft side coming out, he usually wasn’t like this in front of the guys so for him to be so openly affectionate was adorable.
“love you too, joey” - you reached a hand up and patted the side of his head
the next few hours consisted of stopping for food, gas, and bathroom breaks until it eventually fell dark outside.
nick was passed out asleep, sprawled out across the three seats in the middle row of the van. jess was also asleep in the front row passenger seat.
the only noises you could hear were the road sounds and the radio playing in the background.
joe laid down -to the best of his ability with how tall he was- and i rolled over onto my stomach to cuddle into his chest. there were two blankets layered over top of us, our legs entangled under them.
and eventually we fell asleep.
(joe’s pov)
fuck.
when i woke up i immediately checked my phone, the high brightness about blinding me till i turned it down. the screen said it was almost one in the morning.
everyone was awake except for sam, and i could tell i definitely wasn’t going to be able to go back to sleep.
i was so damn sweaty. maybe because of the two blankets on top of me.. or the heat radiating off of y/n.. or maybe it was because of the dream i had just had.
the dream being a replay of the insane shower sex y/n and i had over 5 years ago.
i could feel my cock straining against my shorts, but there was literally nothing i could do about it. y/n was asleep, so there goes that… and there was no way i was going to be able to get myself off without waking her up or having a very very awkward interaction with sam if he heard me.
my mind kept drifting off and i thought i was honestly going to bust in my pants, until panic set in when y/n started stirring in her sleep.
“shit” - joe mumbled under his breath, trying to stay as still as possible
“joey? you okay?” - you whispered
“uh. i- yeah” - joe
“you sure? your chest is heaving and your heartbeat is so fast it woke me up.” - you
“i’m sorry, i’m okay..” - joe
“okay then.” - you yawned and moved around to get into a comfortable position.
when y/n was trying to get comfortable, her ass brushed against my hard-on and without thinking a semi quiet groan slipped out of my mouth.
“oh.” - you
“sorry- just go back to sleep, baby.” - joe
by this time my eyes had adjusted to the dark and i could somewhat see her face. she nodded her head no and placed both her hands on my chest once she was fully facing me.
“what’s got ya goin?” - you grinned
“i had a dream.” - joe
“musta been a real good one huh?” - you fully strattled him, making sure to add pressure where it mattered as you started grinding on him.
“fuck..” - joe groaned
“tell me about your dream, joey.” - you continued
“we were uh in the shower..” - joe
“mhm” - your mouth hovered over his neck as you encouraged him to keep going before you started leaving wet-open mouth kisses on his neck.
“you sucked me off.. and then i fucked you.” - joe
“you’d love that right about now, huh?” - you
“so fuckin much, baby.” - joe
“want me to ask sam to find the nearest rest stop?” - you
my eyes left her face for the first time as my eyes adverted to the floorboard. when i turned back to her, i pulled her face down to where i could whisper in her ear.
“i say you get on your knees for me right here, my love.” - joe
“joe.. i’d don’t know..” - you
“don’t worry about it.. for right now just keep grinding on me till i tell you to stop.” - joe
she smiled down at me before connecting our lips and continuing the movements of her hips.
a minute later, i was breathless and needing release.
“ease up babe, imma cum in my pants if you don’t.” - joe nervously chuckled
y/n nodded with a grin on her face as she maneuvered herself off of me and lowered onto her knees in the floor.
“can you see me over the seat?” - you
“no..” - joe
“okay good.” - you motioned for joe to sit normally, now facing you.
she reached up to the band of my shorts, and i barley lifted my hips for her to pull them down.
as soon as i was free from the restraint of my pants, she immediately wrapped her hand around my dick and started pumping.
one of my hands found its way into her hair as the other was covering my mouth.
i wasn’t super loud during sex, but i also wasn’t dead silent either.
after a few more pumps, she released her hand from me and just traced one of the prominent veins on my cock with the tip of her finger. once she was to the head she wiped the precum off of my tip and stuck her finger in her mouth, licking every last bit off.
holy fucking hell was that hot.
the next move she made was retracing the same path up the vein to my tip, this time with her tongue. god, i was really struggling to be quiet.
once her tongue was flat against my tip, she wrapped her lips around me and started taking every awaiting inch into her mouth.
my head was rolling all around in every which way, if sam looked in the rear-view mirror it would be obvious that i was back here getting earth-shattering head.
to try to be more discreet i propped my elbow up on the cup holder that was digging in my back earlier and laid my face in hand to where my fingers covered my mouth. now if i closed my eyes it would just look like i was sleeping.
for the first time i looked down at her, my dick getting even harder at the sight of her already looking up at me. 
she was using one hand to pump what she couldn’t take like she usually would when she sucked me, but after a minute she took it off and tried to test her limits.
now most of my cock was in her mouth, and i can honestly say my head can’t get thrown back any farther. this felt so fucking good.
i wanted to praise her so bad like i always do during activities like this but i knew i couldn’t without letting a groan or moan slip out.
not much longer after that i took my hand out of her hair and placed it on the crown of her head, fluttering my fingers to notify her i was about to cum.
she pulled off completely, licked up the underside off my dick before swirling her tongue around my tip and taking it back in her mouth. that’s what had me cumming down her throat.
y/n pulled off and pumped my erection a few more times before leaning back completely, also trying to regain her breath like i was.
i pulled my shorts back up, a tent still painfully visible and motioned for y/n to sit down next to me.
she happily obliged and leaned her head onto my shoulder, rubbing along my bicep.
“that was fuckin insane. has to be top 3.” - joe
she laughed and used her hand to lace my fingers with hers.
“glad you liked it, baby” - you kissed joes cheek
“but i’m not gonna lie, i don’t know what’s harder. trying to stay quiet during that or my dick right now.” - joe
“you’re still horny after that?” - you giggled
“probably more now than i was before.” - joe
“oh my lord, what do you want?” - you
“you know what i want, baby.” - joe
“what’s that?” - you grinned, playing dumb
i pulled her face towards me to whisper in her ear.
“i need inside you, gorgeous.” - joe pulled his face away after whispering and kissed your cheek
“hey sam? can you find the nearest rest stop? it’s a girl emergency.” - you raised your voice so he could hear you
“oh yeah.” - sam typed something into has phone to start getting directions before announcing it was five minutes away.
(y/n’s pov)
five minutes later, joe and i were climbing over nick and out of the van before scurrying inside the rest stop.
“there’s the family bathroom” - joe pointed, and you went in that direction.
thankfully it wasn’t occupied and once the door was locked, joe’s lips were on mine hard.
joe mumbled “jump” into the kiss so i did, my legs wrapping his waist before he moved across the bathroom and placed me on the counter next to the sink.
my arms were around his neck and his arms were around my waist.
“we gotta be quick so let’s get straight to it.” - joe
“you’re the one in control here, joe.” - you
“i know, i just wanted to tell you what i’m doing before i do it.” - joe smiled sweetly
my heart swooned at his sweet smile and words and i placed a small peck to his forehead before we got down to business.
joe pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the other side of the counter, his boxers and shorts following behind.
now his rough hands were on me, pulling my flowy shorts and undies down.
i watched him pump his cock a few times before lining it up with my entrance and looking up at me with sincere eyes.
“ready?” - joe
i nodded and wrapped my arms back around his neck, putting my lips on his as he entered me.
joe was big, and it took me some time to get used to him- well i really still haven’t fully. he always waited for me to tell him i was ready for him to started moving.
his stare never left my face, and i nodded to tell him that i was ready.
his pace started off fast, i could tell this had been on his mind and he had been waiting for it.
“fuck, joey!” - you moaned when he bottomed out
“you feel so good..” - joe’s head fell back
joe’s thrusts were fast and hard, his quiet moans making the experience even more enjoyable.
“you’re taking me so well, my love.” - joe
“faster.. please baby.” - you
“i got ya” - joe did exactly what you asked
joe let his head fall onto my shoulder, he was feeling so fuckin good and almost couldn’t handle all the pleasure.
“damnit” - joe mumbled into your neck
“im- gonna cum, joe” - you
“i’m right there too.. come on y/n, cum on my cock, baby.” - joe
his words had me moaning embarrassingly loud but it didn’t seem to bother joe. it did the exact opposite actually, i could feel his dick twitch inside me followed by a groan from him.
a few thrusts later i released all over joe, he finished not even 5 seconds after me.
now we sat holding each other, panting.
“that was so good.” - joe
“i cant think straight.” - you
joe laughed and pressed a kiss to my forehead. we sat there for a bit until he pulled out, both of us hissing.
he moved a couple feet away and grabbed paper towels out of the dispenser to clean me up.
aftercare was always my favorite thing about sex with joe, well other than the sex itself. he was the sweetest boy ever, always making sure to clean me up while peppering my face with kisses as he whispered words of praise.
i watched him slip his clothes back on before he moved back over to the counter and took my hips in his hands to help me down. once my feet were flat against the ground he handed me my shorts and undies.
“i love you” - joe pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth
“love you too, sweet boy.” - you slipped your bottoms on before ruffling his hair up and kissing him
joe grabbed one of my hands and we walked out of the bathroom together.
“i’m not gonna lie, i’m kinda hungry now.” - joe
“you’re always hungry, joey. plus that was like a full body workout for you. we can go get snacks at the little shop if you want?” - you
“please?” - joe smiled
“of course, baby.” - you
we walked through the shop hand in hand, joe wasn’t a fan of PDA but it was 1:30 in the morning and he didn’t care who saw him love on his girl.
i grabbed a coke and bag of sour cream & onion chips. when i looked at what joe had grabbed i couldn’t help but role my eyes.
“boy please, a bottle of water and a protein bar?” - you
“i’m on a diet, y/n!” - joe
“joe.. baby, one bag of chips is not gonna derail your entire diet. it’s not gonna make you gain 5 pounds, and honestly i so wouldn’t care if you did.” - you winked, thinking maybe some buttering up would help him let loose
i watched his cheeks turn a shade of pink as he grabbed a bag of doritos and started towards the counter.
either the worker was sleep deprived or just wasn’t a fan of football because she looked over joe completely, she even complemented my bracelet that joe had gotten me for christmas last year.
we thanked her after joe paid and started towards the exit. joe had the bag of goodies in one hand and my hand in the other.
“here we go, on the road again.” - you
“like the willie nelson song!” - joe chuckled at his connection of your words to the song
“you know who willie nelson is?!” - you
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authors note: that was just slightly unhinged. hope you enjoyed! ❤️🫶
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venusacrossthestars · 1 month
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right person wrong time? wrong person, a fine time.
Pairing- Charles Leclerc x fem!reader
WC- 2.2k
warnings- angst, Charles is an ass, swearing(?) italics represent flashbacks
f1 masterlist
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Its been a year, 3 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days since Charles broke your heart. Its been a year, 3 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days since you last saw him. Its been a year, 3 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days since he said, ‘its not you, its me.’ Its been a year, 3 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days and yet you can’t fall asleep without thinking what could have been. 
All the traveling and distance was considered to be a curse during your relationship, now you were considering it a blessing. Monaco wasn’t a large country by any means, its own popularity along with its neighboring countries came from  tourist, travelers, and summer home owners. Meaning it was the perfect place to blend in with the hundreds of passing faces. Here you were hoping to go unrecognized. 
The first two weeks of your five week vacation were going swimmingly. You and a couple friends rented out a villa. You all swam, ate good food, shopped, sun tanned, everything you could imagine of a great vacation. 
It was a Tuesday morning and you and your friends were sitting out on the patio at some brunch cafe that was quickly becoming your favorite spot in Monaco when your luck of being incognito had run out. 
“Y/N?” you hear a familiar voice call out, and judging by the reactions of your friends you know exactly who it is.
Turning around in your seat to look up at the caller, you are greeted with the unfortunate sight of your ex-boyfriend. 
“Charles?” 
“Wow, its really you,” he seems surprised. 
“Yup, in the flesh,” you chuckle out uncomfortably. You shoot a look ‘help what do I do’ at your friends. 
“What are you doing here?” 
“On vacation, trying to enjoy the slow season before the fall.” 
“Oh that’s nice.” 
“Yeah.” Neither of you say a word after that. Your friends attention split between you and your ex.
After a moment of silence it seems that Charles finally gets the memo that you would like to get back to brunch, “I’ll leave you be, hopefully I’ll see you around.” 
You don’t reply, why would you lie and say you hoped to see him too? After the way things ended you were seriously hoping to never see Charles Leclerc ever again. 
The past few weeks had been rocky, you knew that. Charles had been having a few couple of weeks. A DNF at his home race, a poor performing car, pressure from the fans. You understood it all to be frustrating. Your work hadn’t been easy either. Someone had split their coffee on your silk piece for your show, you had to spend a full 36 hours having to re-sew the entire thing by hand in order to make the deadline. 
All you wanted right now was to curl up in your boyfriends arms, watch crappy tv and eat even crappier food. But it didn’t seem like any of that was going to be happening with the ominous ‘we need to talk’ text you got from Charles around lunch time.
When you entered the apartment it felt cold, empty, and overall unwelcoming. All the lights were off expect for the ones in the kitchen and sitting at the island was Charles with his head in his hands.
“Babe,” you began as you walked closer, “is everything ok? Your text gave me a bit of a start.” 
Charles doesn't respond and you move to rest your hand on his shoulder, he flinches at the contact as if he is repulsed by your touch. 
“I want to break-up,” Charles states out of the blue. 
Time stops, you swear it. The clock that hangs on the wall doesn’t move nor make a sound, the dripping faucet doesn’t let a drop of water fall, the quiet humming of the air conditioner is absent. All is still, except your rapidly beating heart. 
“What?” you croak out. 
“Its not you, its me.” Charles simply states, back still turned to you. 
“I find that hard to believe when you won’t even look me in the eyes.” You scoff, you can’t believe what you’re hearing. 
Charles shoots out of his chair and faces you. His hands flying up in the air. “I want to break up!” 
A “why?” escapes you  pathetically.  
“Its not you, its me.” he repeats. “The distance, me traveling for my job, you traveling for yours. It’s all too much. I’m not, I can’t do a relationship right now. It’s all too much.” 
“Charles,we talked about this just say the words and I’ll drop it all for you. You know this.” You tell him, referring to your conversation from a few weeks back that how you would take less responsibilities at your job if he wanted you too. 
“I can’t- I can’t do that to you.” 
“Oh but you’ll throw a two year relationship away,” now your angry. He throws this at you out of the blue. No hints, no major changes in his behaviors, nothing. 
“Y/N-” he beings but you are quick to cut him off.
“No, I deserve an explanation as to why this all of the sudden ‘this’ isn’t working.” 
“Y/N” he tries again. 
“It was all fine, yeah we had a few bad weeks but we have a gap week coming and maybe if we just try and relax we can-” 
“Maybe its because I don’t love you!” Charles now interrupts you. “Maybe its because I never loved you.” 
“Well now you are just being mean,” you weren’t going to cry. Why would you? It wasn’t like the man you have given your all too for the past two year was breaking your heart or anything? If you weren’t going to cry then what was running down your cheeks. 
“It’s the truth.” 
“You’re an ass. Typically Charles behavior. Run when things go though or don’t go your way. Too high and mighty.” 
“You don’t know what its like to be me, you wouldn’t understand.” 
“Then explain it to me! I have begged and begged you to let me in and all you do is push me away.” 
“It’s not that simple.” 
“Then you’re right. Its not me, its you. Its always you.” 
“Get out.” 
“What so now your mad that I agree with you?” 
“Get out,” Charles says again. 
“Gladly.” 
Two days have passed since you saw Charles at brunch and as much as you wanted to say it was nothing, you couldn’t. Seeing Charles brought up memories that you didn’t necessarily want to think about while on vacation. 
Today everyone was off doing their own thing, so you had the great idea to wander along the beach. Well it was a great idea until you heard your name being called, once again by no one other than Charles. 
Stopping in your tracks you turn to face the man who claimed he never loved you. 
“Are you following me?” 
Charles looks take aback by the question, “no?” 
You hum and continue walking, Charles follows. 
“I wasn’t kidding when I say it was nice to see you the other day. Its been a while, hasn’t it.” 
“Yup.” Exactly-1 year, 3 months, 2 weeks, and now 6 days,  you think to yourself. 
“So how have you been, anything new?”
“Been good, headlining my own show. Collaborations, sketching up new designs, same old same old.” 
“I saw. Congrats.” 
“Thanks,” you curtly reply. “Anything new with you?” Ever since the break-up you avoided looking at anything Formula 1 related. You can tell by his reaction that he didn’t know that. 
“Well, car is good this year. Still a little early to tell but I’ve got a good feeling about this year.” 
“That’s nice.” 
“Can we talk?” 
“Is that not what we’re doing?” 
“Well, I guess. I mean I want to apologize.” 
This stops you, you really didn’t want to have this conversation right now. You really never wanted to have this conversation ever. You turn now fully facing Charles, squinting at him. 
“I’m sorry for that night. I didn’t mean what I told you. You didn’t deserve any of what I said.” 
“I didn’t.” 
“That’s all you have to say?” 
“And that’s all you have to offer as an apology, after all this time?” 
“Well I’m not perfect.” 
You scoff, “see that, that right there is how I know you aren’t sorry.” 
“I am. I still love you. I was an ass. I was stressed. It was all too much. I truly wasn’t in the mindset to be in a relationship. I wanted to be a good boyfriend.” 
“You wanted to be a good boyfriend?” You chuckle, “if you wanted to be a good boyfriend you would’ve told me what was going on.” 
“You could’ve been a better girlfriend.” 
Typical Charles, is all you can think to yourself. You are now seething, emotions that have been pushed down and down, now surfacing. 
“I was willing to work it out,” you point at your chest, “all of the problems I was willing to work through for you.  I was willing to ignore the hurtful words because I loved you. I would’ve left everything behind. All of it. If it meant being with you. So don’t tell me I could have been a ‘better girlfriend’, unbelievable.” 
“Right person, wrong time.” Charles said quietly. 
You actually laugh at his statement. Was he high? At the beginning you might’ve thought that too. You loved him so deeply that you were willing to over look his flaws. But that night, that faithful night when he ripped your heart out and ran it over with his Ferrari you realized that someone who loved you would never do what he did to you. 
“No Charles, you were the wrong person at a fine time. The right person would try to work out their problems. The right person would listen to their girlfriends concerns. The right person wouldn’t tell the person they love, that they simply never loved them. The right person wouldn’t ask another woman to marry him not even a year later. And yet you stand here claiming to still love me. You wanted to be a good boyfriend, how about you focus on being a good fiance.” 
A look of hurt flashed over Charles face and for a moment you almost felt bad for him. But he hadn’t felt bad when he broke your heart. He hadn’t felt bad when he said that he couldn’t do a relationship and travel. He held no remorse for you when not even a month later he was seen with another woman hanging off his arms. And you know for a fact that he held no remorse when 7 months later he was asking her to be his wife. 
Yes, Charles the same man who told you that he wasn’t ready for a relationship was engaged to another woman. The same woman he was seen with not even a full month after he broke your heart. At first you thought he was cheating on you, who wouldn’t jump to that conclusion. But as much as you hated Charles he did surprisingly had morals. He might’ve met her when with you but you knew, mostly due to his hectic schedule, that he wasn’t cheating on you. 
“Speaking of which, how is the wedding planning going. Its been how long since the two of you got engaged?” You ask. You know how long its been. You know you’re being petty. You know asking about the engagement is a low blow. You should be the bigger person but there is something about the way he is looking at you that fills you with rage and sadness. 
“That’s none of your business.” Charles crosses his arms over his chest defensively. 
“Well I would say this has been nice but lets not kid each other. Charles I do wish you the best with everything, but please, don’t ever talk to me again.” 
You are quick to turn away, you don’t want to hear another word from him. This vacation was meant to be peaceful. You were meant to blend in and have fun. The last thing in the world you were expecting was to run into your ex. 
The once beautiful country of Monaco had now been tainted by the unpleasant memories of a time past. And you knew that no matter how much you loved the atmosphere, the people, the culture that you would never be able to wash the memory of Charles away. Charles Leclerc has officially ruined Monaco for you. 
That night after you recounted the story to your friends over a crappy bottle of tequila, you went to bed and did something you haven’t done for a year, 3 months, 2 weeks, and 6 days, you googled ‘Charles Leclerc’ and the first thing that that popped up might’ve been a surprise to everyone, but not you. “Charles Leclerc and long-time fiancée mutually call off engagement”. 
And for the first time in a year, 3 months, 2 weeks, and 6 days you fell asleep not thinking of Charles Leclerc and what might’ve been.
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spidybaby · 14 days
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The "A" Team
Summary: Kylian needs your help to get out of an awkward situation.
Warnings: none ❤️
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Kylian was impatient, knee bouncing as a sign of it.
He was in a PSG meeting, all the players needed to be there for a very long talk about the new season changes with Luis Enrique.
Kylian was leaving, but that didn't mean he wasn't forced to go. He tried his best to get out of there.
He wasn't going to be there for the new season, so why was he there?
Hakimi and him were making jokes and messing with Ousmane and Fabian. Earning a few glares from the technical team and making them stop.
He needed a plan, he wanted to get out of there. He was thinking about taking a nap, he felt tired.
"Don't yawn again, you're making me yawn." Achraf hit him with his arm. "Why are you even here for? You're fired."
"I'm not fired." He says, the sassy tone makes Achraf smile. "I put up my two weeks."
"Six months better say." Ousmane joins. "Kylian Saint Germain ain't going to be Kylian Saint Germain anymore." He jokes, sad that at the end his friend will leave the team.
Kylian laugh, he can't deny that he will miss the team, the trainers, the family he created there, and people who he will forever love.
When they give them a few minutes to get something to eat or drink at the little table they set for that, Kylian got an idea.
You were home, resting from a flue. You were free to help him to get out of there. Maybe if you called him he can fake an emergency.
He texted you, ready to settle the plan and make it work in the next fifteen minutes he has to use his phone and to eat something.
You were doing some tv marathon, watching Sponge Bob while eating some popcorn. When your phone rings, you check that kylian was asking you to call him in five and ask him to pick you up.
You smile, he was bored and helpless with the talk.
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You continue watching Sponge Bob, waiting for the time to go. When you checked if the five minutes passed, you were ready to act.
Kylian was with Achraf, Fabian and Luis Enrique when his phone rang, he smiled. "Lover boy can't spend a moment without his lady." Fabian says.
"C'mon, let us say hi to our favorite girl." Achraf jokes. He always request to talk to you and mess with you over the phone.
"Let me put her on speaker." He smiles, he knows the show is about to start. "Bonjour, bébé."
"Kylian, oh my God, please, I need you." You fake cry, it sounds so real that he almost forgets about your plan. "I don't know what happened, I don't have anyone to call, please come. I don't want to be alone here, ky please."
The looks of the three men is a poem, the worried eyes, and open mouths. They're down.
"Joder, where is she?" Fabian says, he's very much worried about you. "Joder, Ky you need to go."
He was about to turn to where they were seated when you kept going.
"Kylian, please hurry. I need you here." You cry harder this time.
"Kylian, go. This meeting can wait." Luis pushed him to the door. They all are worried. "Hurry, go."
He takes the speaker off, you still acting up and crying for help. He asks you where you are, pretending to be worried, and he wins a few glares of people around them.
"I'm on my way, amour, wait please." He grabs his coat, Achraf is asking him is he needs a ride, he shake his head no. "Don't hang up, I'm on my way."
"Text me when you're with her." Hakimi pats his back as he runs to the door. "Be safe."
He exited the club quickly, telling his driver to take him home. Once they're two blocks away from the club he laughs.
"You're such a great actress. If you want, I can get you a role on a show." He jokes with you. "I'll be home in a few, mon amour."
"Bring me some boneless and a soda, a big one, like really big." You say, hungry after that big role you pull. "And some dessert, maybe two pieces of cake." You exaggerate.
"Everything for you, I'll be there as soon as I get your things."
You smile knowing that your role was good and you will have your man all the evening with you.
While he gets back to you, you are still streaming Sponge Bob, realizing and thinking about what a krabby patty taste like.
"Amour, I'm home."
You turn your head to him, getting up and walking to him with your arms open, ready to greet your lover.
"Hello, Mister Mbappé, I heard your girlfriend had a thing going on, poor girl. She's really unstable." You kiss him, smirking about your joke.
"She is, but you know what they say, the crazier the better." He kisses you again, pecking your lips many times until he pulls away.
"I got you your wings and your cake, plus the biggest soda I could purchase." He hug you from the back, pointing at all the things he got you.
You two sit down to watch a movie, not thinking much about the day or the meeting.
"Hakimi just texted me, he's asking if I'm okay." You show him the text. "I'm just going to ignore it for the day."
"Yeah, I left my phone on airplane mode." He smirks. "I'm spending some time with my fav member of our A team."
"We're an A team." You smile, hugging him while cuddling on the couch.
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wosowrites · 8 months
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Against All Odds (Jessie Fleming x Reader)
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prompt: in which reader is a super buff boxer but gets all soft around Jessie, making Jessie’s teammates tease her.
a/n: for @woso-scotland
Growing up with 5 older brothers meant one thing. Chaos. The only time you all got along was when you were watching boxing on the TV. However, when you were 11, the middle child, Jacob, died. You had never heard the house so quiet, it haunted you to this day. He had only been 15.
But, 11 year old you wanted to make your family feel better, she wanted to give her family back the five boxers for children they had before the accident.
That’s why when you told your father you wanted to take up boxing, he didn’t say no. Your dad was your biggest fan. He came to every game, gave you tips until you were too good for them, and supported you through everything including your coming out. You were the only person in the family that had continued boxing, your brothers turning into architects, police officers and family men while you stayed nose deep in the world of boxing.
By the time you were 20, you were incredibly well known in the boxing world, and at the same time, a certain 20 year old was growing a name for herself too. Only in the football industry. However you would only meet Jessie Fleming years later at a gym…
You were ripped, to say the least. But not the kind of ripped that would go noticed to everyone. You wore hoodies and sweatpants and it made your build discreet, but the second you were in a sports bra and shorts it was undeniable you could take anybody in a fight.
Jessie met you at the supermarket in London. It was the middle of COVID and your boxing season has been cut short. You were wearing light blue Columbia sweatpants and a matching crewneck with a black mask. Your sneakers were white, but just barely as you only left your house for essentials.
You had always lived in LA which made the sudden move to London, England shocked to your family. But you knew you needed to get away from the world during this virus thing.
You turned the corner, holding a basket in your hand which was filled with vegetables, milk, fruit and some protein bars. As you did, you felt a cart come crashing into your legs and sending you flying backwards, landing on the ground.
"Oh my god! I’m so sorry," the young woman squealed, quickly leaving her spot behind the cart and rushing to your side. "It’s okay, i’m fine," you laughed, rubbing you knees and standing up. "I’m- Im so sorry I was just lost in my own mind and I didn’t see you," she apologized again. "What are you, Canadian? Enough apologies. I’m okay," you teased. "How did you know?" she asked, helping you place your own groceries back into your basket. "Know what?" you questioned, only realizing now how beautiful the girl in front of you was, or at least what you could see of her was. "That i’m canadian?" she said.
"Oh. I didnt. I was just kidding, but that makes sense now, and the accent," you laughed. "Okay American," she clapped back, rolling her eyes teasingly. "I feel like i’ve seen you somewhere," you said to her, narrowing your eyes. "Uh- no. Probably not. I’m your average girl," she said.
"So am I," you said.
The next week, you saw her again. This time, you had just come from the gym so you had on shorts and a tank top, showing off your features. Jessie was there too. "Hey!" she said to you as you met her in. the dairy alley. "Hi. How are you?" you asked her. "I’m good. And you’re jacked," she said, not so discreetly passing her eyes over your body. Usually, someone staring at you like that would make you self conscious, but the way Jessie did it made you feel good.
"Uh, yeah," you laughed. "Oh my god. When I left here last week I thought i recognized you too. That’s because you… box, right? On TV! A few of my teammates have a crush on you. They hate boxing but they love watching you," she laughed. "Oh really now? Well I don’t really care what they think but I care what you do. Because I recognize you too. Jessie Fleming, olympic athlete, two times world cup attender, and Chelsea player," you said, listing her honours.
"Stalker," she accused. "Yeah," you smiled. "Okay well how about I get to know you through another mechanism than google," you suggested. "You mean a date?" she asked, clearly blushing. "I do,"
But then the whole world went into lockdown again and your dates were more like king calls till midnight and face time dates.
Everything worked out though, because on this day of April 14th 2023, you were dating and more in love than ever.
Jessie’s Canadian teammates found out first. You had travelled to Ottawa with her for the celebration tour of winning the Olympics. Jessie had a video of you screaming your guts out by yourself in your apparement when they won the games. You were yelling, crying, and got a noise complaint the next day. But you didn’t care. All you wanted to do with your life was support your girlfriend, and that’s all she wanted to do with hers.
So, that’s how you found yourself front row in tiny little place TD stadium, sitting on a chair that was a little tight on your quads. Jessie scored a penalty, mimicking the one she did at the Olympics and you yelled for that too. You were probably the only American that loved the Canadian team more than anything.
After the game, the team walked around clapping to the fans and when Jessie got to you she stopped and hugged you over the barrier. "Come down, the security here is light," she said to you. So you climbed over the railing and hopped onto the turf. "Janine!" Jessie called, ushering over a blonde who had been talking to a man who looked like her brother. Janine jogged over and looked at you with wide eyes. You were pretty menacing to people who didn’t know you. "This is… y/n, my girlfriend," Jessie said. "You’re- your what?!! How long have you been together?" Janine asked. "Um, well we’ve been taking it slow a year but we made it official like six months ago," Jessie said. "Six. Months?!" Janine whisper yelled. "Hi, I’m y/n," you said, sticking your hand out.
Janine had clearly forgotten you were there as her her snapped towards you in confusion. "Oh, sorry. Hi, I’m Janine Beckie," she said. "Y/n Y/l/n," you smiled, shaking it. "Like the boxer?" she asked. "Uh, yeah," you laughed.
The introductions were then made in the Canada locker room which was even scarier as what felt like hundreds of pairs of eyes were on you.
"Okay. So I don’t do this… it’s not my thing but I thought after keeping our… relationship… secret for months you guys deserved to know. This is my girlfriend, y/n. And yeah she’s the boxer," Jessie said.
You blushed furiously and smiled at the girls who started asking questions all at once. "How did you meet?"
"She hit me." you said. "Okay woah! You need to add context there," Jessie laughed. "She hit me with her shopping cart," you added.
"Okay and what are your intentions. Because this is Baby Canada right here and she can’t play with a broke heart," Chappy said, summoning her motherly side. "My intentions are to never let her go a day without feeling loved and supported. My intentions are to… watch her play with a smile on my face and make sure she knows that she is the most wonderful person I have ever met. My intentions are to go broke because I buy all of her jerseys," you said, ranting a little bit.
"Okay softie," Stephanie said, winking over at Jessie and giving her a thumbs up. "Sorry to do this y/n but the post game talk is just for players. Gotta kick you out," Bev said, heading towards the door. "Oh right. Okay well it was nice meeting you all," you said. You turned to Jessie and gave her a quick kiss on the lips which she responded by placing her hand against your abs and kissing back before you left the room.
The second you closed the door chatter erupted in the room. "Okay Fleming I see your type now," Vanessa teased.
Teasing and more teasing echoed in the room, Even Bev chipped in.
But eventually calm settled over TD place and Bev started the post game talk.
The Chelsea girls found out about Jessie’s relationship at the start of the season… by accident.
You had called her after practice to let her know that your car had broken down on the side of this little street in the middle of suburb London and you were lost. She answered your call in the changing room.
"Hey Jess, can you come get me? My car broke down and the car repair people came and got it but they couldn’t give me a ride. I’m literally standing in this random street that looks like it’s in the middle of a forest," you groaned down the phone. "What? Are you okay?" she asked. "Yeah. Im fine, just… it’s gonna rain soon Jess. I was coming home from visiting a friend and-"
"Babe, I’ll be there as soon as possible. Send me your location," Jessie said and then hung up.
"Babe?" Magda asked, the whole room silent. "Yeah. I have a girlfriend by the way and her car broke down so I gotta go get her," Jessie said, quickly putting on a matching adidas hoodie and shorts and stuffing her belongings into her gym bag. "Jessie! You’re giving four people a ride home. It’s your carpool day. Which means…" Niahm started saying.
"You are not coming with me." Jessie said sternly.
"Road trip!" Niahm, Lauren, Sam, Zecira and Emily said at once. "Wait. We want to come too, meet the girl," Pernille said, pointing between her and Magda.
"Please no," Jessie groaned. "Wait, who doesn’t want to come," she asked.
No one raised their hand.
"Everyone get in a car and follow mine," the Canadian exhaled.
Turns out you were thirty full minutes away, but that didn’t discourage anyone within the four cars trailing behind Jessie’s honda.
There was music blasting in every vehicle and when rain started pouring, Jessie knew you would be in a bad mood.
"Someone grab my phone and text y/n telling her i’m almost there," Jessie said, fumbling with her device and tossing it to Emily in the backseat.
Jessie saw you the second she turned the curve in the road. You had your hood up, your arms crossed and you looked ready to kill. She knew that you were just pissed off and would never hurt a soul, but to the other girls, you seemed positively menacing.
Jessie jumped out of her car and ran towards you, hugging you tightly. "I’m so sorry, everyone wanted to come and-"
That’s when you saw the four other cars behind your girlfriends, but you didn’t care, you just kept hugging her and let the tears of frustration mix with the raindrops on your face. "It’s okay baby, they were bound to meet me one day," you said, brushing her now wet curls out of her face.
You had excepted everyone to stay in their cars due to the insane amount of rain, but before you knew it, the entire Chelsea Women’s roster was in front of you in the street. Magda and Pernille hugged you gently, giving each other a wide eyed look as they both felt your muscle mass. "Holy shit. You’re the boxer. I watch you on TV like all the time," Guro said, eyes wide.
"Well so do I- I watch you, I mean. Not myself. I watch all of you guys," you laughed.
"Your Guro’s celebrity crush is what she’s saying," Jessie teased. "Well not anymore!" The Norwegian laughed.
You spent dozens of minute talking in the rain, the cold downpour not seeming so bad when you had Jessie’s hand in yours.
Eventually, you got into the front seat and banished Sam to Magda and Pernilles car to make room for you.
You talked to the girls in the car and answered questions that the Canadian team had already asked. But you didn’t mind because those questions just meant you were lucky enough to have Jessie Fleming sitting beside you.
"She gets super focused when she drives," Emily said. "I know, I think it’s because she’s a bad driver," you teased. "I’m not! It’s just the whole reverse thing is confusing. The cars go the opposite way then they do in Canada," she said, keeping her eyes fixed on the road.
You kept on looking at her, your eyes full of love. Jessie knew you were staring, but she just let the blush creep onto her cheeks and gave you a quick smile, returning the lovey dovey eyes.
Zecira snapped a picture from the backseat. The forest was clear through the windshield, and so were the droplets of rain. You could see Jessie’s blushing grin but not who it was directed too. She posted it to her story and closed her phone, enjoying the sound of the rain… and the one of Emily and Niahms arguing.
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just-luv-them · 1 year
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Yandere Hawks Mating/Breeding Season (In a Rut) Headcanons
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P.S.A. Just read online that hawks pair up for life 😭
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- Hawks knows when mating season is arriving and tends to keep himself in check around this time
- I think he would unconsciously start doing things like grooming himself more often, tidying up his home nest, etc.
- Physically, his wings would get a few shades brighter, he would grow an inch or two taller and his senses become more sharper
- Constantly wants attention! If you’re playing on your phone, watching tv, trying to study, etc. he’ll have an internal whining fit and he’ll throw himself on top of you
- Has this strange urge to want to wrap you up in his wings. Doesn’t matter if your sleeping, cuddling, or just simply standing next to him, he needs to do it!
- Would start impulse buying a lot of stuff the weeks leading up to breeding season. Have an Amazon wish list? Well he just bought everything on that list for you. Smiled at a necklace when passing by the jewelry store? Well look what’s on your bed the next day because it’s yours now
- (If he hasn’t already kidnap you), he would want you over his house 24/7! He would make it as comfortable and luxurious as possible so you wouldn’t want to leave.
- He might unload some of his work on his sidekicks or skip patrolling to spend some more time with you
- He’s trying not to be but he would be super annoying! He would constantly want to know where you were, what you were doing, who you are with, when’s the next time you’ll see him, etc.
- Doesn’t like to admit it but he would get slightly jealous and possessive.
- When he sees you trying to relax around the house, he’ll do things like playfully come up from behind you and lifting you in the air or giving you playful kisses on your neck while wrapping you in his wings to draw your attention to him
NSFW:
- One thing one this man’s mind = babies. That’s it, that’s the goal for him! And he’ll bend you over as many times as needed to achieve his goals.
- Even after he achieves his goals, he still wants to bang throughout mating season, nothing stopping him!
- The way you throw you head back and dig in your toes in his bedsheets makes it damn near impossible for him to stop!
- Hawks could easily bury himself in between your legs every morning if you’d let him
- Hawks favorite postions includes doggy, lotus position and cowgirl
- In cowgirl, Hawks would use his feathers to help you bouncy higher and harder on his cock, help spread your legs wide open for him in missionary, and rub your clit whenever he desired
- Hawks is super into foreplay and learning about your body, anything that he can learn to help get you to moan and scream his name!
- Gets aroused during the worst time during mating season; in a meeting? He’s thinking about you naked in his shower. Talking to the press? Better not move too much or it’ll show that hard on he has after thinking about you bouncing on his cock the other day. Slowly flying home after a late night at work? Well he’s definitely flying faster now because he remembers you’re gonna be sprawled out on the bed with only a t shirt on, completely oblivious and helpless
- Would probably be late to work, leave work early and delay his paperwork duties just to ram you again
- I don’t know why, probably because he’s a goofy mf but I can just imagine this loser plowing you on the bed, next to a big mirror with imagine dragon’s ‘believer’ blaring from the radio and giving himself this look
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familyvideostevie · 7 months
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ahem omw with a request for you <33
can I request a rainy day with bradley bradshaw pls? likee all their plans get cancelled and he's way more excited than he should just because he can spend the whole day with his gf playing board/card games, watching movies, cuddling, cooking or whatever he wants (aka whatever you, the amazing writer, have in mind)
oh baby you are speaking my language! i love this! he's so on the go i think he'd love a day to relax and he'd be quite good at it if given the space to. this is maybe a bit simpler than you wanted, but hope you enjoy anyway! | fluff, 0.7k
You're having a really nice dream. Bradley's voice is soft, gentle as he says your name, sings it, laughs around it. His lips trail a line of gentle kisses from your ear to your nose, over both eyes and finally down to your lips --
"Baby," he says, thick with sleep. "Wake up. It's raining."
As if on cue, thunder rumbles and Bradley's hold on you tightens. It takes great effort to open your eyes but you manage and twist in his arms until you find his face. He smiles at you and kisses your nose, his mustache tickling your skin.
"Hello," you mumble.
"Hi," he says back. You take a few moments to process what he's said before finding the words.
"Does that mean no hike?" He nods, his hand sliding beneath your sleep shirt to rest on your lower back. He's so warm.
"No hike," he says. You rub your eyes.
"You got a plan B, Lieutenant?"
Today was meant to be a date organized by Bradley. A drive through somewhere beautiful to a hike that would take you somewhere even more beautiful and then lunch. He's been excited about it all week and as your brain catches up with what's happening you're a bit disappointed on his behalf.
"Not as exciting as plan A, but I do."
Your eyes slide closed and you sandwich your knee between his legs. "Tell me more."
Bradley traces the lines of your face with one long finger as he talks. "We can play cards," he murmurs. "I need to reclaim my gin rummy title." You huff a laugh. He's a sore loser. "I'll make you breakfast or we can order from that bagel place."
"And make some poor teenager bike it over in the rain?"
"I'll tip a lot." You can't see him but you can hear his smile. It's a gorgeous smile, a soft one, one that drew you to him the very first time you met. Bradley is loud, he's good at being the center of attention, he's intense, he's magnetic. But there's a softness, a tenderness to him that takes your breath away.
"What else?"
"We can just relax. Nap on the couch, watch a whole season of a TV show. Hey, don't fall asleep again --"
"I'm not," you huff. You open your eyes and twist your body so that you're on top of him. He grunts but allows it as you straddle him lightly. "Are you suggesting we have a relaxing day?"
There's that grin again. "I guess I am." You bury your face in his neck.
"Never thought I'd see the day." He's all go go go, your boyfriend. He's always planning for something, worrying about something, spinning about ten plates in the air. But you know that given the chance he really does enjoy slowing down and letting all of that cease for even just a day.
Thunder rumbles again. He wraps his arms around you and you sink impossibly further into him. "I'm sorry we don't have days like this often," he says softly.
"The day hasn't even started yet." He squeezes your hip. "But don't apologize, Bradley. I'll take you any way I can get you."
"I know," he says. "I do want us to go on that hike sometime, by the way." You groan. "No, listen, it's because I can't die without seeing you see that view for the first time. It's really amazing."
You pull away from him and smooth the hair from his face, trace the lines at the corners of his eyes. So much hardship, so much tragedy, and he's still got smile lines. "This view is pretty amazing, too."
He flushes. Confident as he is, soft words in your bedroom seem to undo him. He's told you that he feels most himself when you're looking at him because you see him. You feel the same.
"Tell me about it." He cups the back of your neck and pulls you down for a proper kiss, slotting his lips with yours and tracing the seam with his tongue. "I love you," he says. "Thank you for dealing with me."
You huff. As if it's a hardship. "I love you back. Let's go order bagels."
He springs out of bed without another word, you in his arms, and laughs as you yelp all the way to the kitchen.
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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 2 months
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01/23/2024 Daily Recap
Hey all! It's been another long day, but we've got lots of new resources on how to help and things have been very busy!
=Renew As A Crew Updates=
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Sources: Tumblr / Twitter / Instagram
So it sounds like some of the silence going on is related to RaaC adhering to the Global Strike with Social Media going on for Palestine this week. Please visit the sources above for more information, they also go over how to interact with each platform we're trying to woo (I didn't include that here because it's already in the Daily Renewal List)
=Cast & Crew Sightings=
As every day has been lately, the star of today was chaos dad himself, David Jenkins with that article that was mentioned last night from popverse.
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Also for that matter, he's excited about being close to 80K
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Dad wasn't the only one trolling max today, the Crew got deep into it to the point that caseybloys blocked quite a few of them and then they got the hashtag "#OhBloysHeMad" trending. Here are some highlights because I feel like all the tumblr folk need to know how hard twitter went today.
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=== How to Help ===
As usual, please refer to the Renewal Task List for daily updates, but great news, we now have a Renewal Task List for our friends outside the US as well. Apparently there are different effort in different countries, so we split them up. Please let me know if there's anything additional / more countries you'd like to see!
Renewal Daily Task List - US
Renewal Daily Task List - Outside US
The Crew also got super creative and put up some awesome new resources for folks to use. I've added quite a few to the Renewal Daily Checklists, but if I missed any please let me know! Here's some examples:
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UK Our Flag Means Death Updates
News from the UK Thank you to @lamentus1 and @libbyroseitm for the updates!
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Here’s our report from the UK News from the UK As you probably know the second season of OFMD is yet to air in the UK. Today we had an email saying that an announcement about when it will be on TV and iPlayer here will happen “Incredibly soon”. We love the use of the word incredibly! In response to how helpful our contact has been with replies we sent a single email with lots of names on it thanking them. Our best predictions for when OFMD2 might air in the UK is late February or early March. Once Season 2 starts to air in the UK we think we will see a significant increase in interest in Our Flag Means Death. We are currently looking into ways to harness this energy! (Obviously we hope that we’ll be adopted before season 2 aires here, but if not…) One idea is to hold another watch party to coincide with the arrival of season 2 here. Another idea is to hold a flash mob. Possibly at the Cutty Sark in London. TBC. We’re working on ideas and would love to hear people’s thoughts! Please reach out to @lamentus1 with ideas!
= Pirate Omens Watch =
Pirate Omens Watch happened today on Twitter and will continue tomorrow through friday. For more details please reference below - I caught the second half and was a lot of fun! Lot's of parallels and great opportunities to tweet at @pricevideo about them!
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== Articles ==
Max Delivered the Final Blow to the Horny, Quirky Comedy
Hungarian News: Ritkán látott összefogás egy elkaszált sorozatért
== COOL ANALYTICS ==
So something else that I found super cool was this post on twitter by @havethisonelife
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Anyway, I just love that kinda thing, and seeing that come from articles about OFMD is just super cool.
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Okay I think that's everything. As usual, if I missed anything drastic please let me know! There wasn't a whole lot going on on IG today, seemed like twitter was the show horse.
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Evening Message of LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE
You thought you were rid of me sending love-- but you were wrong!
Did you know you're fucking phenomenal? Like seriously. I read through all these tumblr threads, twitter, instagram, and all I fucking see is amazing people being fucking awesome to each other (and politely shitty to max which is also amazing).
People are posting in various places and saying they had a rough day, or they're sick (that was me!) and you kind buggers are reaching out and giving support and love and I'm so damn proud to be a part of this amazing crew. You are legit the best people I've ever met! (IRL or Internet).
Everyday you continue to impress me and every one of us with your creativity, kindness, ambition, and wonder. You make me laugh, I've cried a bit from some of the posts too (not a bad thing!) and in general just fucking make the world a better place. I can't wait to see all of you continue to shine, which reminds me of this quote:
"Nothing can dim the light that shines from within" - Maya Angelou
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Alright, enough of the mushy stuff-- onto the Rhys and Taika eye-porn. (Is Rhys getting some head from Taika? Badummmshhhh, ok I'll leave now). Gnight!
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