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[luversgirl]

TO BE SO LONELY, part two

summary: after the pouges forget her special day, y/n meets someone the pouges aren’t too pleased with. (heres part one if you haven’t read it yet)

notes: here is the long awaited pt two, im sorry this took to long. i’m in the middle of finals and im trying to get back into writing (p.s theirs another important note after the fic)

warnings: language?

after the big fight at the chateau rafe drove them to the beach, more specifically the one they first interacted at.

y/n quickly slipped off the helmet and walked towards the water without a word said.

as she got closer and closer she placed the helmet and shopping bag down and continued walking.

“y/n!” rafe yelled trying to catch up.

“y/n!” he yelled again a bit more sternly making her stop in her tracks.

he quickly caught up seeing as he was walking very fast to keep up with her “please talk to me” he softly spoke as he stopped in front of her.

“there’s nothing for me to say” she spoke back clearly lying as many tears rolled down her face.

“you’re allowed to be upset y/n” rafe says placing his hands on her face, wiping her tears away.

“how come everyone forgets me” y/n’s voice cracks as she speaks.

after y/n broke down at the beach rafe thought it would be best for her to stay at the cameron household for the night.

waking up to the sun peaking through out the expensive silky curtains the rougtledge girl rubbed her eyes.

her eyebrows furrowed at the unfamiliar smell of the sheets she was laying on, turning her body around she saw a sleeping rafe.

she sat up, carefully doing her best to to wake rafe and succeeding.

y/n’s eyes gazed around the room that was clearly rafes. it pleasantly surprised her how organized his room was, the way all his expensive colognes were organized, no laundry on the floor and the pictures of his family and him displayed along the walls.

“good morning” y/n turned to rafe who was now rubbing his eyes as she was minutes before.

“good morning” she smiled as he pulled her closer kissing the top on her head.

“how you feeling baby” rafe asks.

“better now thanks to you” y/n grins looking up at him “what time is it?”

rafe grabs his phone from the nightstand by his side “its 12” he says.

“i have a shift at 1” y/n sighs leaning against rafe.

“can you cancel it?” rafe trys to reason.

y/n chuckles “thats not exactly how a job works, wheres my phone?” she asks.

“under your pillow” y/n reaches for it, hopingit doesn’t explode with messages when it powers on “i also put it on silent so we could sleep through the night” rafe chuckles.

“thank you” y/n smile up at him before checking “jesus christ” she quickly says as she was right about the phone blowing up and

scrolls through all the missed notifications.

“you okay?” rafe asks observing her face.

closing her eyes, y/n takes a deep breath then setting her phone down onto the bed and started to get out of the plush cameron bed.

“woah, woah, woah, where you going sweet thing?” rafe quickly followed now standing in front of her with his hands on each side of her face caressing her soft cheekbones with his thumbs.

“rafe” y/n smiles and tilts her head up looking at the tall boy.

“you know, not all of us can be kooks” sending him a sad smile.

shortly after rafes constant attempts to get y/n not to go to work he accepted his loss in the battle and dropped her off.

she was 2 hours into her shift and nothing had gone wrong yet, but of course she knew something was bound to happen seeing as her brother and his friends new where she worked so it was all just a matter of time.

as soon as her break hits she’s pushing the back door of the the store open for some fresh air only to be met with the pouges.

“what do you guys want” y/n spoke sitting on her usual break bench and gave into her fate.

“i don’t understand why’d you do this to us” john b speaks up first.

y/n eyebrows furrow “i didn’t ‘do’ anything to do” she emphasizes the ‘do’ “not everything is about you bee” using her brother nickname only reserved for her.

“i never said tha-“ john b interjects.

“but thats what you meant, you know i’m actually happy?” y/n humourless laughs then begins to raises her voice “i don’t remember the last time i’ve even been this happy and the second you find out its not in a way you ‘approve’ of you want to try and take it from me”

“we-“ jj tries to interject something else but y/n doesn’t even give him the chance as she grows angrier every time they say something.

“you know he hasn’t bothered you guys in months but you’re all too self absorbed in your fucking shit to even see that and where the fuck was all this when john started dating sarah” y/n’s voice quivers but also grows louder as she stands up “huh?”

“i always supported you and sarah” y/n addresses the young couple making eye contact with the cameron who continued to remain silent “nice to know kindness is a one way street with you guys”

“y/n we never meant to try take away your happiness” kie spits out as y/n starts towards the door.

she turns around to face the pouges “then what were you trying to do?” they all look down at the ground or just stay silent.

“that’s what i thought”

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[skullvgirl]

needy!nagi ིྀ | headcannons

incl. nagichi ≧▽≦

warnings: school!au, suggestive, fem reader, fluff ooc ( ? )

an's: idrk if this follows the theme of [ ooc trait x character ] yall, nagi is kinda need no?

needy!nagi who follows you around, everyyyywhere, like theres an invisible leash attached to your hand and his neck, you literally had to force him too leave when he tried following you into the bathroom

needy!nagi who calls for you to do even the littlest things, because somehow you 'do it better' or 'make it look easier'

needy!nagi who forgets all rules physical boundaries when he's near you, who has to hold you always and for as long as possible

needy!nagi who makes the biggest fuss when you have to leave the house without him. even if it's just a 5 minute outting from your house to the store he acts like your moving half way across the world { but you are he'd say }

needynagi who texts you all the time, 24/7 365 days a year is always blowing up your phone asking you and talking about the most redicoulus things

"did you tie your shoes before you went out ?"

"did you make sure too look both ways when crossing the street?"

and don't even get me started on when he's needy, needy

an obnoxious and repetitive beeping sounds on your alarm and you groan, twisting your body uncomfortably in the shared bed sheets before finally turning it off.

"seriously morning already..." you mumbled quietly, the darkness shrouding your thoughts.

i need to get ready for school.

and you did just that. at least you were going to before you realized there was another person in your bed, someone who felt very familiar.

oh no...

"nagi ???" you whisper-yelled it, patting his face lightly and turning the lamp on to get a clear veiw of your boyfriend.

"nagi wake up, your not supposed to be here" you sat up and began shakimg him this time.

nagi only groaned and wrapped his arms around his arms around your waist, nuzzling into the side of your thigh. "shhh, m' tryna sleep"

you shook your head and attempted to unwrap his hands from your body, with much struggle, he was surprising strong for being half asleep.

"nagi stop, nagi it's monday—a school day, you were supposed to be gone last night, why didn't your parents pick you up?"

"didnt tell them too"

"didnt tell them too...whadday mean didn't tell them too—im gonna get in trouble—wait a minute, nagi you didn't..."

"didnt what" his voice unmuffled as he moved his head to rest on your lap, his eyes staring directly at your own.

"you didnt lie to your parents and say you could stay for the whole week...did you?" you cupped his cheeks, studying his expression.

he didn't answer, "kiss me"

"nagi now is not the time—"

"kiss me pretty, please?"

you stared at him for a moment before leaning down, softly pressing your lips on his.

"good now?"

he looked dazed, and he was quiet so long you'd thought he didn't hear you. "almost"

your hands which had previously been rubbing soothing strokes across his face were quickly held behind your back.

he kissed your belly softly, relentlessly pressing butterflies into your body. "nagi that tickles" you giggled, trying to break free from his grasp.

"really? does it?" he murmured, rubbing his nose in the crevasse of your thigh.

"it does, now let go we have to get ready for school before my parents wake up"

he continued nuzzling your body however, then began slowly pushing his other hand against your chest to lean you back.

"i can make you feel alot more than tickling if you let me"

your cheeks felt hot. jeez, what has gotten into him !

"mmh, tempting but we cant and you know that—look it's already 6:09 we gotta g—OH!"

your stentence was cut off by the sensation of nagi feeling you through your shorts. his hands releasing your wrists long ago, he was now tugging at your pj's in hot desperation, probing his nose against your—

"nagi! what are you doing! school remember? we have to be there at 7"

"but do we reallyyyy..." nagi groaned, the vibrations sending shudders up your spine.

"y-yes, really, we have to be there, my parents own this house remember? not me"

"fine, but ill only go under one condition"

you sighed in preparation, for whatever rediculous reason was coming your way.

"and that is?"

"i get to stay over for the rest of the week AND, you sit on this right here..." he pointed too his mouth, and you squeezed your thighs together at the proposition.

"nagi, staying over defeats the purpose of you leaving, a-and i dont think that second option would be good for us either..."

"you wanna test to see?"

"i-i,—test and see what?"

"how bad our second option would be"

"..." he began moving in your silence, flipping your legs over his shoulders and kissing your belly once again.

"i'll take that as a yes"

an's: nagi is needy but somehow this still came out ooc, ( do i consider that a win or what...? )

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[caesium-55]

—seven days. [ iii ]

pairing: max verstappen x manager! reader.

summary: as the third time world champion, max verstappen's manager, you function on the belief that whatever max verstappen wanted, max verstappen shall get. but this time, after four years of working as his manager, you can't give him what he wants anymore and that was to stay.

author's note: hi hello welcome to part three. i flunked the quiz. lemme know what you think. NOT BETA READ. NOT EDITED. this chapter kinda sux. can't believe i went through a breakup just last week and i still cant write decent post-breakup scenes.

tags: @whatamidoingwithmylife-ramdom @eugene-emt-roe @bellezaycafe @barnestatic @theseerbetweenus @wcnorris @notyouraveragemochii @lpab hope i didn't forget anyone.

masterlist.

you: *sent a link*

him: ?

him: what's this

you: benefits of crying

you: read it it's enlightening

him: some people do not cry over a breakup you know and that is totally okay

you: why crying helps.

you: 1. tears release toxins, stress hormones to be specific. it is good to let all the bad energy out.

you: 2. it aids sleep. no need for further explanation.

you: 3. crying releases oxytocin and endorphins. i know you don't know what an oxytocin or an endorphin is but they're happy chemicals.

you: 4. crying helps you receive the support you need from the people around you. EMOTIONAL VULNERABILITY is okay, max. stop treating it like an STD.

him: it feels like an std

you: pussy

you: emotional vulnerability is a thing and it's normal so stop trying to be a big strong man when you're barely holding it together.

you: you may look fine now but i know you

him: please stop

you: no

you: 5. crying has a self soothing effect. very nice actually. it activates the rest and digest system.

him: what even is that

you: the parasympathetic nervous system

him: ??

you: this is why you shouldn't have dropped out of high school

you: education is important yknow

you: youre already lacking in three forms of intelligence, academic, emotional n social intelligence

him: fuck you im smart

you: fuck you 2 and yeah you're smart but only in geography

you: you probably can't do your taxes

him: im dutch so the company's account department do it for me by default

him: the american system is just weird

you: cant argue w/ u there

you: also, 6. crying helps restore emotional balance

you: see? you need that

you: yknow now that i think abt it you should consider seeking therapy

him: what makes you think i’m not in therapy right now

you: well have you considered getting MORE therapy?

You stand in front of the body mirror, holding the Red Bull polo shirt against your body to see how it looks on you for one last time. On your right sleeve, the word MANAGER is written in bold, white text. Because that was what you were. Just a manager.

In another universe this is not the shirt that you’d be wearing. The MANAGER would have been ENGINEER. In another another universe where your family has been well-off enough to continuously send you to karting school and you would have been the one driving the fucking car by now.

You know, if Max has even tried talking to Horner and suggested that you should be moved into the engineering team, then you wouldn't be stuck wearing this god-awful polo that burned your skin every time you wore it for work. Everybody reduced you as Max’s American manager and because you are American, most of them kind of just assumed that you're dumb, you know?

Does the world even know how smart you are? That you graduated top of your class, got the best thesis award, and that you had finished your masters just this year? Did they even know that a Japanese car company wanted you on their research team? That a NASCAR team wanted you on board as one of their engineers? Does Max even know?

Fuck no. He only knows that you're the best at ironing clothes and organizing his Google calendar and memorizing his entire coffee order by heart. He knew you're good at extinguishing kitchen fires and kicking ass in YSL Opyum heels. You doubt he knows that you can do Calculus in your sleep.

You can take it if the world puts you down for your appearance. But if the world puts you down because of your intellect? That's a different story. You'll take any insult to the face but not to your intelligence.

You have four days left in Monaco so you have begun packing already. You're right, everything did fit into three suitcases. Also, you haven't told Max yet. For some reason, you’re too anxious. Which is shocking to say the least because you never ever gets anxious when it came to Max Verstappen. You wouldn't have lasted this long working alongside Max if you were a pussy.

Max Max Max Super Max Max—

“[Name] here. Need anythin’, champ?”

Hearing a sob on the other end of the line immediately activates your fight or flight response. Your eyes widen and you toss the Red Bull shirt aside. Your legs leads you to the nearly empty shoe rack stationed beside the front door, grabbing the pair of shoes at the very top of the tiny shelf and throwing them on.

“I’m comin’ there. Hang on, Max. You wait for me, okay?”

He doesn't answer, just continuing to sob and the sound absolutely breaks your heart.

You run to his penthouse at a speed that will even put the RB19 to shame. Not even bothering to knock, you barge in and yell his name in the empty halls of his penthouse. You search in the kitchen. He's not there. The living room. Not there either. The room where his simulations are. Not there. You run to his bedroom upstairs.

The door is locked. Dammit. Panic overflooded your system.

“Max, sweetheart, you there?”

No answer, but you can hear a faint sound behind the door if you press your ear against the wood. Firefighter training covered how to open a fucking door when it was locked so this once again becomes a situation where you're grateful that you did that tiring and borderline suicidal volunteer work.

Max keeps a fire extinguisher inside his penthouse as per your advice. There is one stationed in almost every room inside his house. You knew there is one inside his room and another one just at the end of the hallway. You make a quick run for it and once you have the extinguisher in your hands, you run back to his door.

“Step away from the door!” you instructed while your mind mentally calculates your payment plan as you hit the door knob with so much force, the walls tremble at your strength. You're functioning on pure adrenaline. Your instincts only yell one thing and that is: go to Max. No one and nothing in this world will keep you from him. It isn't long until his bedroom door broke down. With one last final kick, it crumbles down from its hinges and you forcefully pry it open and sprint inside.

Max tucks himself in the tiny space in the corner of his huge bedroom, his knees shoved up to his chest. A 181-cm tall man trying to make himself as small as possible.

This is it. This is the bottled-up emotions he's been storing since Abu Dhabi. You cannot say you have not anticipated this. Max is bound to explode sooner or later.

Panic attacks have made a home in Max’s body since he was a child. That's what one gets when they’re parented by someone like Jos Verstappen. He killed Max’s soul and made the boy a machine and for what? To shape a child into a man, a racer that he wanted to be but failed to become at the cost of Max's mental health and childhood.

When Max looks up with that heartbreaking look on his face, you almost crumble. Almost, because you cannot crumble. Not when Max needs you.

Sometimes, you forget what it took for Max to become the champion that he is today. A childhood sacrificed for his dominance on the tracks. A whole lot of hatred from the people to become a WDC. And now, a love lost for his third consecutive championship.

“You came,” his voice cracks towards the end.

Your eyes soften, “You called, Max. Course I’ll come.”

You barely brace yourself for the impact that is Max’s body wrapping around yours in a tight hug. The man have literally launch himself from the floor to you at sixth gear speed. You stumble backwards slightly, holding his bed for support so the both of you won't fall down.

“Max—”

“No,” he whispers and his grip on your tightens as if he's afraid that you’ll slip away if he even tried to give your lungs space to breathe. “Don't speak. Stay.”

What Max wanted, what Max would get. So you shut your mouth, shuffle slightly so he'll be in a more comfortable position and allow him take whatever he wants from you. This will be the last chance he’ll ever do it anyway because in four days time, you’re flying to Texas.

You stay for what is probably hours in that position. Crumbled together on the floor, leaning against the side of Max’s king-sized bed. Your shirt is completely damp from his tears but you cannot even bring yourself to care about it.

“Your shoes…” It's the first time Max has spoken since the start of his meltdown.

“Hm?” you turn your head and your nose nuzzles against his hair, making you scrunch it up a little. His hair is tickling your nostrils. If you lean a little forward, your lips will meet the skin of his temple.

“They’re mismatched.”

Brows furrowed, your eyes move to your feet and see that Max is right. Your shoes are indeed mismatched. On your left is one of your Adidas slides and the other is your slip-on Skechers. You ran from one building to another in mismatched shoes. Fucking embarassing.

“Ignore them.”

Silence.

“You good now?”

“No.”

“Okay,” you say. “If you want to talk, I’ll listen.”

You hear Max let out a shaky breath, “Just stay for a while. Don't leave me alone.”

“Okay.”

Eventually, you manage to talk Max out of the hug. You're beginning to feel claustrophobic but you do not want to say it out right so you try to negotiate instead. That's how you and Max found yourselves inside his kitchen again. You're trying to replicate your Abuela's cheesecake, which she was known for back in Austin, and Max is…well, he's Max and he’s trying to be helpful in any way he can. If it's some other day, you'd have shoved him out of the way because you prefer working alone in the kitchen. Having eyes on you gives you anxiety. But given today’s circumstances, you do not have the heart to make Max leave so you task him with doing the little stuff like mixing things and throwing shit to the trash can nearby. And he does so splendidly.

“Thank you, by the way.”

“For what, baby?” You internally wince at your own slip of the tongue. Damn that habit of yours of calling people with affectionate call signs. Thankfully, Max seems to have not noticed it.

“For coming here.”

You shrug.

“I only did what you did for me in 2021.”

Again, your breakup with Leo was bad bad. You spent a month crying for a love lost and Max was there for you. For the most part, at least. You want him to focus on winning and winning alone that you pushed him away a lot of times but you appreciated how he was more obedient to your commands, that he held his tongue so he wouldn't piss you off even though he was not liking your words, and that he was considerate of you.

“I hope you won't go into fights though,” you chuckle. “Like I did after my breakup.”

He smiles, shaking his head lightly and you know he's recalling the memory. 2021 is a hilarious year for you, the Red Bull manager. You went viral after getting into a cat fight with a girl and a whole fist fight with her boyfriend.

You and Leo called it quits a week before Monaco and even though it had been four races since then, your heart was still in a quite fragile state at that specific race weekend. One minor inconvenience was enough to ignite a wild blaze of fire within you and nobody could extinguish the flames.

After Silverstone FP1, you were leading Max to the cool down room to brief him with Horner’s relayed instructions and someone had thrown a glass bottle towards the both of you while walking. Originally, Max was the main target of the bottle but you happened to have moved towards the line of trajectory and the bottle landed on your temple, hard enough that you stumbled upon impact.

You barely heard Max’s shocked gasp and shout of panic over the sound of glass shattering on your foot because the only thing you could register was the terrifying feeling of a thick liquid trickling down the side of your face and you didn't even need to see it to know it was blood.

The only thing you saw was red and it was on fucking sight.

Fucking Hamilton fan. Fucking Hamilton. He’s in Max’s way. He’s in your way. He’s the wall that was dividing you from your dream position in the engineering team.

You shoved the iPad you were holding to Max’s hands and marched down to the woman wearing the Merc #44 merch, swiftly jumping over the barricade and grabbing her by the collar of her pristine white Versace top.

The events that followed were too fast. You grabbed her collar. She pulled your hair. You also pulled her hair. Someone pulled her away from you. You tried to grab her, clawing her bare arms with your manicured nails. She screamed. You screamed back. You pulled out some curse words in Spanish as well because cursing her in one language alone is not enough. Her boyfriend appeared. A quick punch to your cheek. You fell to the ground.

The world stood still. There was a sting on your palm because your skin got torn from the hard surface of the concrete ground. You let a bloodcurdling war cry and your Dad would definitely be disappointed at you for using the boxing techniques he taught you for self defense purposes only to fight a guy two times your size.

Everything was a bigger blur from there. But you did remember the sensation of Max’s strong arms around you, stopping you from lunging forward again. He was saying sweet words to your ear to calm you down but your brain failed to intercept them so you could hear the words, could hear his voice, but not understand any of it. You remember Christian Horner's disappointed face that haunted you even two years later. You remembered feeling so terrified as you sat outside Christian Horner’s office waiting for the final verdict while he and Max and a few of the Red Bull higher-ups argued about your future with the team. You remembered hearing Max’s loud snarl on the other side of the mahogany door: “Did you see her face?! There was blood everywhere! On her nose, on her mouth, on the fucking side of her head!” You remembered the girl taking the case to court. You remembered fearing that you’d be sent to jail. You remembered that she lost the case because it was ruled as self defense and your injuries were grave. You remembered discovering that it was Max who used all his power and got the best lawyer to fight your case. You remembered the atmosphere in the Red Bull garage shifting when you entered it a few weeks later and everyone stared the bandages and bruises. Everyone thought one thing: of course, it would also take a monster to manage a monster like Max Verstappen. You remembered Lewis Hamilton, seven-time world champion, apologizing personally for the fight caused by his own fan. He didn't need to but he was so sincere with it that you cried when he handed you the apology flowers. God, how could you even hate this man? Your anger towards him was misplaced.

You’d been living with the guilt ever since, that you were horrifyingly violent for a day, that you were capable of killing for a day. And it could happen again. One day. God, you hoped you wouldn't have to see that day. You knew all your coworkers have been careful with angering you ever since. They're terrified of you even. Max should be, too. But then again, why would he when he already saw the horrors done by his father’s hands ever since he was a child? He was used to it.

“I won't,” he says, smiling at you. “I wouldn't want to add anymore problems for you to clean up.”

But you will not be the one cleaning it up because you resigned. You didn’t tell that to him though. Not right now. He just had a meltdown over Kelly leaving him and the news of his manager leaving him too will destroy him.

The cheesecake is a little burnt when you take it out of the oven but it actually adds more flavor to it so yeah, that's a win.

“We should drink,” you suggest.

“It’s mid-afternoon.”

“We drank at mid-afternoon yesterday,” you give him a blank stare. “With Alex and Charles, remember?”

He doesn't say anything as you make your way to his fridge and pull out two bottles of beer. Max has champagne stored somewhere but you have enough of those expensive champagnes. You need beer. Beer is good. Beer is nice. You're a beer type of person and it is time Max becomes one, too.

“I’m no scientist,” you begin, biting off the beer’s bottle cap. “But according to chemistry, alcohol is solution.”

Well, technically, edible alcohol or ethanol is not a mixture. Rather, it's a pure substance that happens to be a liquid at room temperature and typical atmospheric pressure. Pure ethanol is not a solution. Hard spirits though? That's a solution.

Beer is not a hard spirit. It's more of a fermented drink. But Max doesn't know that, though, so you don't bother explaining the science behind it.

Somewhere down the road, the two of you move to his living room. You use the Youtube app in his TV to search karaoke video and have the bestest time of your lives. You're screaming along some Daddy Yankee and El Alfa songs and Max doesn't know how to speak Spanish so he’s just vibing to it.

At 5 PM, you pull out Max’s expensive vodka bottle. Now this is the real shit. The ten bottles of beer? Those are just pregame. Max is already drunk with just those because he’s a pussy but you’re no pussy, so the only right answer is vodka! Viva la vodka or whatever.

Your throat gets tired of singing and Max gets tired from dancing, too, so you both decide to just go entertain yourselves in other ways. First, you introduced Max to beer-pong. He loses, of course. He sucks at everything not racing. Then, the two of you move onto chess. Max gives up mid-game. He cannot understand the rules. Then, lastly, you move to the billiard table Max owned. He only used it when the other guys are over and you do not even know why he bought it when he sucked at playing billiards.

“You know what Kelly said the morning before the race?” Max suddenly says and you look up at him, brow raising slightly. He’s drunk; his skin is flushed and he is all giggly and smile-y as he sits on the billiard table’s side rail and using the billiard stick as some sort of support stand to keep him from falling. You hope he won't accidentally poke himself. You're no better, too. Ten beer bottles and a few glasses of vodka. But you’re not as drunk as Max, and you still have a straight vision and you can still sink the colored balls into the pockets of the billiard table.

“Hm?”

“That it was unfair for her.”

You raise a questioning brow, “Why?”

“I bought shoes and they don't fit her.”

You blink. He laughs at himself as if he has uttered the funniest joke in the world.

“Three years of relationship gone because of a single pair of shoes,” he continues. “She wanted those shoes, too.”

Kelly….what the fuck?

“But that's okay. She….She made me open my eyes, you know? She made me realize what I truly love.”

“Racing.” It's not even a question. It's the truth.

Max stares at you, long and hard, and you look away first because you fear that if you allow yourself to stare too long, you’ll drown in those beautiful blues. This is enough heartache for the day. No need to add more.

“Hey [Name],” he begins. “If I asked you to kiss me, would you do it?”

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[charlesf1leclerc]

KUWTL

Summary- Indy Jules catches her parents doing something she wasn’t supposed to see

Warnings- Smut, NSFW minors do not interact! Also badly proofread.

It’s currently a Sunday morning and Charles and y/n we’re relishing in the fact that they had a bit of time to themselves as their two daughters were still asleep in bed. Charles and Y/n were currently sat in bed Y/n on top of Charles lap as they measly made out, knowing their time was limited especially with a 6 and 2 year old. 

“Your morning breath is so bad this morning” You giggle as Charles looks at you disapprovingly 

“Do you want me to stop?” He quirked a eyebrow at you

“No please don’t” you went back Into kissing him running your hands through his hair

“Ok we don’t have much time remove your clothes Leclerc” you humorously demanded

“What happened to the times were we had hours to do all this, didn’t have to rush”

“Well it’s because all those hours are the consequence of why we only have ten to fifteen minutes now” You laughed

Charles and you were both undressed in a hurry.

“Roll over Cherie” Charles encouraged as you got off his lap to lay on your back.

He began to move down the bed but your grabbed his hair

“No no time for that I want us both to get some before the girls wake up no time to waste leclerc!”

“I’m sure we have a little bit of time cmon I know what I’m doing” he winked

“Ok 2 minutes”

“You’re just like the girls, Ms bossy pants” he giggled before getting to work

He definitely knew what he was doing there was no doubt about that, but of course you knew because he was good enough to have two kids with.

“Omg it feels so much better after babies” I moaned

“You saying I wasn’t good before” he removed himself offended 

“ babe not this good”

He continued working his lips in all the right spots.

“Mm yeah omg that’s soo good” I moaned

“Still want me to stop after two minutes” he smirked

“Don’t stop please don’t you dare stop”

“That’s what I thought”

Little did you know that in the other room Indy was wide awake and was ready to go have her morning cuddles with her parents like she always does. She removed her sheets and walked out of the bedroom but when she made her way to her parents bedroom door she heard some stars he noises coming from the inside.

“Yes omgg that’s so good”

“YES” 

She heard from behind the door. Was mummy hurt? what was happening? she didn’t know what to think after all she was only 6 what was she supposed to think.

She reached up and opened the door to the bedroom

“Mummy why are you screaming?” Indy asked

Charles halted his movements and turned around to see his sweet little daughter standing there.

You and Charles quickly covered your body with the bed sheets.

“Papa why was mamma screaming were you hurting her?” Indy asked coming closer to the bed

Charles reached down to get his boxers and sweats to then come out of the covers while you still sat against the headboard with the sheets to your chest.

“No no baby mammas not hurt don’t worry angle” he spoke crouching down to her level.

“Then why was she yelling?”

“ well you know how mamma loves chocolate cake, we’ll I told her I was going to make it for her tonight for dessert and she got very excited” he explained in the best way he could think of

“YAY chocolate cake” she screeched jumping up and down

“ yes yes now why don’t go you go downstairs and watch some Tv I’ll be down to make breakfast for you a your sister soon”

“ ok papa” she agreed running down stairs

Charles turned around to face where you sat in bed

“ I told you we had to be quick but you didn’t listen’” you spoke up

“Shh Im making you chocolate cake” he rolled his eyes before kissing your lips and going to check on your children

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Hope you all enjoyed even though it’s short pls continue to keep sending in your request for my KUWTL series and my other drivers tysm xx

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Ghostface Thriller

This was supposed to be my original fully fleshed out Halloween gig but I changed my mind at the eleventh hour to something else. I only have these very rough shallow sketches to offer that started the whole thing. Read on for a little texting excerpt of their conversation from this moment.

And for one single (quite tame?) Ao3 continuation.

Sirius: you know, this whole conversation is just proving more and more disappointing ghostie

Ghost: Why’s that.

Sirius: well

Sirius: the more you talk the more you

Sirius: this is gonna sound weird but you know when you can grow attracted to the way someone sounds without ever seeing their face? the way they hold themselves like through the screen, the way they talj

Sirius: talk*

Ghost: Are you about to tell me you’re crushing on me, pretty?

Sirius: i mean

Sirius: im telling you i think the way you talk is attractive and despite the damning circumstances you’re actually kinda smart

Sirius: you have to be to get away with the sick shit you do :)

Ghost: Mm, nobody’s made me blush before.

Sirius: me calling you a sick shit made you blush?

Ghost: And sent a jolt straight to my c*** little pretty.

Sirius: romantic

Ghost: Struggling to understand what’s disappointing about any of this.

Sirius: oh right

Sirius: well it’s just you sound hot but obviously you’re not actually you know

Sirius: hot

A moment passes where Sirius swaps the phone between one clammy palm to the other, doubting his turn of phrase with the radio silence that’d been dealt.

Staring at the bottom of the screen he waited another whole minute for the three dots to appear, which was excellent restraint in his books, before huffing out a breath through his nose and yielding.

Sirius: no ten wears a mask

Sirius: if you were as attractive as your fancy words make you sound you’d make it known

Ghost: You’re trying to unmask me through the phone and here I was thinking I was the pervert.

Sirius: doesn’t pretty get at least one photo

Sirius: of something? anything? to aid my crush :(

Ghost: Ask nicely.

Sirius readjusted, looking up to the ceiling as if he was going to find some sort of resolve there. What wasn’t yet clear, was whether it was the weight of the situation that was getting to his head and making his tummy swoop with this roleplay he’d voluntarily landed himself in, or, he really had a fucking crush.

Wetting his lips, he swallowed and was already blindly tapping out his response before his eyes fell to it again.

Sirius: please ghostie

Moments passed. Deadweight moments where Sirius convinced himself his shadow was moving on its own accord. In reality it was a handful of seconds but it felt like minutes, ticking by with the faint feeling of something hot dripping down the back of his throat.

Ghost: I don’t make a habit of sending selfies to my toys.

Sirius stared at the photo. It was his time to go quiet now, for reasons he planned to take to the grave; an event which may end up closing in sooner than anticipated if he plays his cards wrong.

Ghost: Tick-Tock, pretty. What you looking at?

The bastard.

Sirius: not much apparently

Sirius: i mean nothing i haven’t seen before apart from your legs

Sirius: never seen those out before

Ghost: You a leg man?

Against his will, Sirius giggled. Flushed in an instance from shame and shock and the feeling of very sudden self-awareness, but still had to swallow the tail end of it.

Sirius: am i going to get anything else more

Sirius: motivating

Sirius: i’ve been good all week and followed your orders

Sirius: i haven’t argued

Ghost: Oh, pretty. Come on now.

Sirius: okay but

Sirius: wouldn’t you get bored if i made it easy

Ghost: Clever boy.

Sirius squeezed his legs together, sinking further into the cushions.

Sirius: then reward me

Sirius: please

Sirius: please please please

Ghost: You’ll get what you want soon, but for now…

Another picture came through and for a sharp second, Sirius hesitated. It wouldn’t be his face, surely. He knew that and yet the moment felt pivotal either way as he hovered his thumb over the attachment and tried levelling his rattling heart.

He opened it, simultaneously losing feeling in his fingers and gaining it elsewhere.

Ghost: I wasn’t kidding about that jolt, not that hard yet but you’re doing a good job pretty.

Picture no.2

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[callmeby-mylastname]

shattered glass

warnings:angst,Mindy being silly, not entirely proof read(sorry guys)

summary:a beautifully blissful relation quickly ruined by five words.

A/N:oh boy has it been wild, i am sorry for not being able to do any requests but i should be back now. Apologies if you don’t even want this anymore but i’ll be putting out fics little by little however all requests will be done soon, once again sorry guys.

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Three months. Three months of sneaky touches,secret kisses,lousy excuses to get some privacy. And yet no one knows that you and Tara have been in love the whole time.

“I know your secret Y/N.”

Or maybe they do.

The group are currently at Tara and sams apartment having their weekly movie marathon. And here you are under the shadow of Mindy Meeks as she is currently confronting you on a ‘secret’.

“Wha-what? Secret?pfffft. I Have absolutely no secrets, i am a very honest woman.” You awakardly giggled as Mindy was sill glaring into your soul.

“Oh?so we’re playing dumb? Let me sign it out”

“You, plus, woman-“ you already hated where this was going and so did Tara by the worried glances she kept sending you and her fidgeting hands.

Of course you loved Tara but there are countless reasons why no one can know. For starters, sam does not like you and you are terrified of sam.

“Admit it Y/L/N, you used my excellent movies knowledge to flirt with blonde in film”

Wait.what.

To say a confusing amount of emotions were running through you would be an understatement. On one hand you are overjoyed she infect does not know about you and Tara, however… you would debate your film skills are better than Mindy and of course most importantly you did NOT flirt with the girl in your film class.

“I-im-.what?’ You rather smoothly stuttered out.”Clara? You know one of the prettiest girls in school, not to mention BIG crush on you’

You take a quick glance over at Tara who does not look like the happiest girl in the world with this information.brilliant.

“Please the day Y/N gets a girlfriend is the day the word ends” sam ever so handsomely chimes in, shes sat over near the kitchen island sipping a glass of water.

“Oh no, you’d be surprised Y/N may be a nerd but she actually bags” chad continues, if you do say so yourself make the matter so much better.

You feel Tara’s jealousy radiate off her like she was just hit by a nuke and you were the giga counter.

“I left my phone in my room” without another word Tara stands up from the settee and beelines towards her room.

The group share their looks of concerned glances.

sighing you stand up “ill go check on her” and with that you’re walking right after Tara. blissfuly missing the switch from confusion to the most grinch looking grin coming from Mindy as she watches your figure walk after her.

You softly knock three times, Tara swiftly opens the door locking eyes with you.”hey”you sheepishly slime. “’bags’ huh?” She quotes.

“My love you know how chad is, i only have eyes for you i promise.” You cup her cheeks.

“Ill make sure of it” she grins pulling you into her room, making sure to close the door behind you.

It had been hours since you’ve been able to kiss eachother and it shows because neither of you realised Mindy standing at the door absolutely gobsmacked.

“Oh my actual like god,like jesus can strike me down i Knew it.” hearing Mindys voice you and Tara immediately pulled away. “Mindy listen you cant tell anyone please i-“ and abruptly Tara was cut off with Mindy running to tattle to the rest of the group.

“Woah Mindy you good?’ Sam questions noticing the girl.

“Y/N and Tara are dating” she blurts out just in time for you and Tara to run into the room.

Remember that nice,cold refreshing glass of after sam was drinking? Well it’s currently shattered on the floor landing right beside her jaw.

“Tara.room.now” and she’s storming off. Tara give you a gentle squeeze and runs off fete er sister.

“Ill,just ehm. Ill clean the glass” chad awkwardly runs off. Mindy is facing you, a look of concern mixed with regret, “hey,im sorry i didnt think-“ “no. no you didnt Mindy,im going home”

And with that you’re gone.

It had been weeks since then,chad keeps telling you how sorry Mindy is and Tara has ben completely avoiding you.and trust you were feeling the effects of her absence, you had tried your best to talk to her.

Walking up to her in school?walked past. texting?.ignored. calling?blocked,

It was gone,the most beautiful thing you both had tried desperately to protect ripped away because of a silly mistake.

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ He Fell First; Literally

content: leo valdez x daughter of poseidon! reader fic warning: lanauage, minor mentions of an ED so if that's something that might trigger you DO NOT READ IM NOT JOKING, author's note: so painfully not canon. i try my best, really i do, but i was not reading those books for memory at 12. i was consuming those books at a rate never before seen, not locking things into my brain. but the fact that i can feel in my bones that it's not super canon accurate makes me want to gorge my eye out but whatevas

y/n was having a pretty crap day. she had been up before apollo allowed the sun to rise, staring blankly over at percy’s side of the cabin. she had been keeping it the same, not shifting the comforter too much or moving his dirty socks from under the bed, knowing he hated when she messed with his stuff. but, every morning, she made sure the dust wasn’t settling. because dust meant more time passed and that thought made her queasy, even though it’s been months.

then, once it was a more acceptable time for her to leave cabin three, y/n had been running around the whole day. she was helping the harpies with breakfast then she had to train some of the younger kids with spears then she helped the hephestus cabin out which left her covered in soot and smelling like a firework. she helped clean out the pegasus stalls, allowing connor and travis to leave early and do as they please. all of that before ten in the morning! she marched her way to breakfast when it was called, putting stuff on her plate to ultimately scrape it all off into the fire, prayers and wishes for percy’s return and safety on loop in her mind. then, she had what chiron liked to call ‘check-ups’ but it was just therapy. she wouldn’t go if he hadn’t threatened to take away her title of camp counselor, something she prided herself on. so, she went, and she lied and said she definitely didn’t cry late at night and she definitely slept through the night and didn’t wake up from nightmares of her little brother contorted in unnatural ways and covered in blood.

leo would say his day was going pretty well, on the other hand. if you ignore the part that his best friend got amnesia, his bully turned into some tornado thing, both of his best friends fell into the grand canyon only to fly back up, and coach hedge was half goat. actually, his day was pretty crap too. now, he was sitting in some chariot thing, with a buff guy that had an inclination for rainbows and a blonde girl that was beyond disappointed by them for just being them. then, another tornado thing showed up, damaging the chariot and sending them rapidly towards the ground, though butch managed to still hold some control. good news was that they were at they’re location, bad news was that landing was going to be a bitch. the blonde girl leaned over the side of the chariot, looking around for someone.

“what are you doing?!” leo called over the rushing wind, looking at her like she was crazy, which took a lot considering the day he’s had.

“saving our lives. what time is it?” she asked, frantically, and leo just continued to stare.

“you’re asking for the time now?!”

“around 11, why does it matter?” piper replied, her grip firm on the side of the chariot.

“because we’re lucky!” the blonde girl replied with a wide grin before cupping her mouth, “y/n!”

“don’t feel very lucky right now,” leo muttered.

y/n marched away from the big house, muttering about the centaur under her breath before hearing a shout for her name. she frowned, looking around and seeing no one. then she looked up, her shoulders sagging as she noticed the chariot rapidly heading towards camp, a familiar blonde leaning over the edge, waving her hands and basically jumping up and down while she called out to y/n.

“annabeth!?” y/n called back, quickly breaking out in a run to get a closer look. she squinted, and noticed one of the wheels was missing.

“oh, gods,” y/n huffed before motioning towards the lake, “butch! go to the lake!”

“the lake? this high up, we might as well just jump off into the ground now,” jason stated, tilting his head at the blonde, annabeth, who seemed rather giddy even though they were most certainly about to die.

“not if the water comes to us,” she replied with a shrug, leaving the three to stare at her.

“oh, she’s cray-cray,” leo grumbled to himself, glancing down at the water that would certainly feel like cement if they jumped. the other blonde stood at the beach, other kids in orange t-shirts beginning to gather and stare.

“you guys have to jump!” y/n called, knowing she couldn’t catch all five of them and the chariot and the pegasus. she knew butch would look out for the pegasus and unclip him so he wouldn’t be injured. but still.

“i will not!” piper insisted, if anything, she tightening her hold on the chariot.

“you will die if you stay on,” annabeth told her, before gripping piper’s shoulders, “you have to trust me.”

“we just met you,” leo argued, causing annabeth to look over her shoulder at him.

“that’s when trust works best,” she reasoned and leo swallowed thickly, as she was starting to convince him.

“annie! running out of time here!” the girl from the beach called nervously.

“okay,” leo breathed out, causing piper to look at him like he’s crazy too.

“leo?!”

“look, if we’re gonna die anyways, i wanna be cool while i do it,” he joked back, like usual, moving closer to the open end. piper took a few more seconds to decide before moving towards him, a false confidence settling over her face.

without another thought, the five of them quickly ditched the chariot, which sent them plummeting towards the water…which seemed to rise to meet them, allowing them to simply slip into the bubbles, no so much as a sting against their skin. then they washed up against the beach, like the ocean was spitting them out. leo coughed up some of the water that managed to invade his lungs, rolling onto his back as he looked up at the sky. a girl’s face intercepted his view, the sun behind her head and hiding her features in shadows. he could make out her golden waves for hair, which were beginning to look like a halo from his view.

“you okay?” she asked, holding a hand out to pull him up.

“just peachy,” he muttered back, getting his arms behind himself and pushing his body into a half seated position. the sun moved from behind the girl’s face to next to it, allowing him to see her features finally. she gave him a soft smile, something like a laugh leaving her lips as she tilted her head at him. all the air squeezed out of his lungs and he felt like he could burst into flames, something he was rapidly trying to get under control.

“you could be having a worse day. i could have been busy,” the girl mused, shrugging her shoulders and leo opened his mouth to reply but the words seemed to die on his tongue, only sounds coming out. the girl giggled, sweetly, and it was like hearing the ocean in a seashell. then, a loud crash interrupted the moment, y/n’s head instantly shooting up and watching the chariot sink into the lake. she winced, quickly rising to her feet as another girl marched to the edge of the water, a shocked look on her face.

“nyssa, nyssa, please don’t freak out! i- i can get it out, promise!” the girl quickly reasoned, following with her hands outstretched like the other girl was a feral beast.

“y/n, we can’t build another one! the curse-”

“doesn’t exist. it’s all mental,” the blonde girl, assumable y/n, muttered in protest, earning her a glare.

“y/n!” nyssa huffed, throwing her hands up.

“i’ll get it out right now,” insisted y/n, raising her hands before another loud crunch was heard, the water rippling with an even louder gurgle. y/n winced again, lowering her hands as nyssa’s mouth dropped in shock.

“it didn’t-”

“it did,” y/n confirmed before nyssa screamed with her mouth closed, marching off. y/n closed her eyes, taking a calming breath before turning to the crowd that had gathered around the new arrivals.

“hey! shoo! nothing to see here,” she joked, waving away the other people in orange, watching them slowly leave, not without a few more glances at the newly found trio. she spun back to the new arrivals, helping piper to her feet before turning to annabeth, pulling her into a hug.

“hey, you!” she cheered before pulling back, noticing the blonde’s discouraged look, “hey, he’s okay. we’d feel it if he wasn’t. go get chiron, yeah? i’ve got this.”

“i know…but, it’s hard,” annabeth whispered back. y/n patted her cheek lovingly before gently steering her away.

“hello! sorry, this is one of the more chaotic ways i’ve seen people come to camp! busy, busy, that’s me,” y/n stated as she approached the three with a welcoming smile.

“i’m sorry, but who are you? why are we here? where even is here?” piper questioned rapidly, still trying to wring the water out of her shirt.

“agh, this is going terribly,” y/n huffed before taking a quick breath, “let’s start over, yeah? i’m y/n l/n. this is camp half-blood, which is a camp for people like us, children of gods and morals. therein lies the ‘half blood.’”

“god? like, god and jesus?” leo questioned, squinting and tilting his head. y/n gave him a soft smile, which caused his bpm to surely spike.

“no, greek gods. athena, poseidon, zeus,” y/n listed quickly.

“jupiter,” jason corrected before he could stop himself, frowning as the word left his mouth. y/n turned to him with a small frown too, tilting her head.

“that…that’s roman…interesting,” she muttered before shaking her head, “sorry. i never asked your names.”

“you apologize a lot. i’m piper mclean,” piper stated, holding her hand out to shake y/n’s already stretched hand.

“sorry,” y/n jokes, winking, causing piper to let out a little laugh. she then turned to jason, who seemed to be deep in thought, before he shook it off and looked at her.

“jason…grace.” he replied, unconfidently.

“you…you don’t seem so sure,” y/n replied, giving his hand a quick shake with a frown.

“i’m not. i’ve- i’ve got amnesia,” he replied, causing y/n’s frown to deepen.

“i’m sorry to hear that. i’ll make sure to tell will. he’s our resident healer, maybe he can figure it out,” y/n told him, giving him a soft smile to which he nodded off, before y/n turned to leo. she had to admit, he’d caught her eyes easily. his curly hair and olive skin, how his hands never seemed to sit still (more so than expected of demigods), the way he smiled at her. but, she’d closed off that part of her heart a long time ago. she didn’t have time for it, she’d tell herself late at night.

“leo valdez. bad boy supreme,” he offered up, causing y/n to raise an eyebrow at him as he briefly shook her hand before flipping it over and pressing his lips against. she rolled her eyes, fighting off a blush.

“if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you're a child of aphrodite,” she replied with a huff, slowly pulling her hand back.

“right back at ya,” leo mused, proudly with a wink.

“down boy,” mocked y/n before turning away and to the other two present, “alright, so i’ll start of the tour of camp half-blood! don't worry, you're gonna love it here!”

you were expert at this tour, sure you could give it blindfolded. you told little anecdotes, even managing to earn you a smile from jason, something you proudly celebrated. you walked backwards as you called out the cabins, pointing with both hands like a flight attendant signaling exits. at least, you thought that's what you looked like. you really had no idea as you've never been flying and probably never would, zeus not exactly a big fan of yours. for such a short tour, quite a lot of claiming went down, something that had you fondly thinking of your brother and not so fondly thinking of luke castellan. you ended your tour at the big house, knowing chiron would be wanting to talk to them, jason especially.

"chiron's gonna take it from here. if you've got any questions, don't be afraid to seek me out!! well, enjoy camp!" y/n mused, clapping her hands before going to walk away but chiron called out to her, ignoring the wide eyed stares he was getting from the trio for being part horse.

"y/n, dear, would you be so kind as to check on annabeth? i worry for her. oh, and will mentioned something about needing help in the infirmary...if you'd be willing," he stated and leo could tell from the minor twitch of her eye that y/n wished she wasn't so willing.

"of course, chrion. when have i ever said no to you?" the girl asked, plastering a smile on her face that clearly took a lot out of her before spinning around on her heels and marching away. and leo's eyes stayed on her, and while they'd typically drift down to her ass, he couldn't bring himself to look downwards as his worry for her overtook his soul.

dinner finally came around, leo sort of following nyssa like a lost puppy. he wasn’t completely sure of himself in this place yet, and nyssa was more than happy to show him the ropes. she grabbed her own dinner, showing him how before one of their other siblings calls for her. she left him and leo glanced around before his eyes settled on a nearby blonde, a smile growing on his lips. he slid in behind her, pretending to be excited over a roll and plopping it down on his plate. y/n glanced over at him, a small smile appearing on her lips before she continued walking and inspecting the food presented to them.

“so, day one. how’s it going?” she asked, sighing as she glanced at the food. her stomach was aching for some food, but her guilt held stronger. Who knows the last time percy had a good meal…or even if he was alive-

“eh. you know, as far as first days in new places go, this isn’t too bad. once got swirly within the first hour of being at a new school,” leo mused, throwing together a random plate of food. y/n laughed lightly, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye as she grabbed an apple.

“give a few hours, the ares kids can smell fresh meat,” y/n joked back, leaning over with a wink before walking away from the food towards her table. leo's lips twitched into a small frown before quickly grabbed a bowl of fruit before following.

“so, are there like clique tables i should watch out for or?” leo prompted, fully expecting to sit with y/n. she looked over at him, her brows furrowing.

“nyssa didn’t tell you? you sit with your siblings. each god and goddess has a table. yours is over there,” explained y/n, pointing over at the hephestus table while still walking towards her lonely table. leo continued to follow, a frown on his lips.

“so…you sit by yourself?” he questioned, the words leaving a bitter taste in his mouth, “a girl like you shouldn’t have to sit by herself.”

“well, i wasn’t always alone…look, these- these are rules, okay? i’m sorry, leo, but you’ve got to sit at your table,” y/n replied, shaking her head as if ridding herself of memories. leo continued to frown before setting the bowl of fruit down on her table and sliding it over to her. she looked up at him, confusion clear on her face.

“you didn’t grab enough to eat,” he explained with a shrug before giving her a salute as he walked back to his table. y/n’s eyes never once left him until he was with his siblings and managed to catch her gaze, the girl promptly averting her eyes and missing the smile that grew on leo’s lips. she looked down at the bowl of fruit fondly before digging in, eating her fill for the first time in months.

“what’s her story?” leo asked over dinner, his eyes trained on y/n as his fork passively stabbed at something on his plate. nyssa looked up from her food at him before following his gaze to y/n.

“who? y/n? ha, you must think highly of yourself,” nyssa scoffed, noting the ways his eyes practically formed hearts. leo sputtered, turning to nyssa with a glare.

“what?”

“she’s got every guy in camp half-blood on her tail. i wish you the best of luck trying to win her over, many people have tried and failed,” nyssa replied with a shrug.

“not what i meant,” leo huffed, returning his eyes to his plate. nyssa looked over at him, frowning.

“what did you mean then?”

“how’d she get here? what’s she like? stuff like that,” leo answered before shaking his head, “look it’s stupid-”

“she’s enigmatic. nicest girl you’ll ever meet, but harsh when she needs to be. she never backs down from anything; she once performed a whole choreographed song and dance during lunch because she lost a bet. poor y/n had to do stall duties for a week after that, but she did it with a smile, telling everyone it was so worth it. y/n l/n is the best of all of us,” nyssa cut in, her words so honest and truthful that leo got sucked in.

“her brother, percy, went missing a few months ago. she lived for him, everything she did was for her brother. technically, they aren’t even full siblings, like you and i. but, they weren’t like that. they became family quickly. she likes to pretend that she’s fine, but everyone knows she’s not. that bowl of fruit…it’s the first thing i’ve seen her eat in a few weeks," confessed nyssa, giving leo a pointed look. he couldn't help the pride that filled his chest at the thought.

and then determination quickly settled into the boys bones. he was determined to make sure she kept eating, three meals a day at least. he was determined to make her laugh, help her find some joy. he was determined to ensure that the daughter of the sea god never saw another cloudy day, not if leo had anything to say about it.

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez

[darby-rowe]

first off...ur so genuinely underrated

second off... can I get a academically-exhausted!coryo x you-need-a-break! reader...

she distracts him from studying or smt

tysm anon!! i've been having so much fun writing again :)!! but i will admit that im very out of practice so this has been quite the adjustment period.

i luv this prompt! i hope u dont mind that i wrote sfw & nsfw versions just in case u were looking for one or the other. nevertheless i hope u like them!!

sfw young!coriolanus snow x gn!reader word count 401

“My love…” you softly cooed as you noticed the frustration on Coriolanus’s brow, your eyes scanning over the chicken-scratch of notes within his notebook. Formulas and equations that even your academically talented mind couldn’t wrap around. You placed one hand on the edge of his desk and one hand on the back of his chair, leaning down so your face was level with his. “I think it’s time for you to take a break,”

Coriolanus’s eyes didn’t meet yours as they went back and forth from his textbook to his notebook. “I just have to do one more problem,” he murmured, stress evident in his voice. He clicked his tongue in disappointment and lightly bumped his fist on the surface of his desk. “How am I still not getting this?”

“You’ve been studying for hours,” you told him. And when his eyes still didn’t meet yours, you took it upon yourself to gently hook your finger around his chin and turn his head to meet your gaze. “Coryo, you need to relax,”

His eye bags were prominent in the way it had been almost eighteen straight hours of him being awake and staring at math equations. God, he looked so tired, and all you wanted to do was take care of him and hold him in your arms, just a moment of respite from the terribly demanding academics of university.

You held his face with both of your hands, foreheads touching and eyes closed. “Let me hold you, my dear,” you said, voice hovering above a whisper. “Just for an hour or two, okay? Please?”

There was a slight desperation in the way Coriolanus placed his hands on top of yours and leaned into your touch. You knew he didn’t want to admit that he was close to his breaking point, but he didn’t have to say anything. You took his hands and gently lead from his chair to his bed, in which you guided him to lay within your arms. Immediately, his body molded with yours, and you softly pet his blonde curls as you felt his muscles begin to relax.

“My sweet boy,” you whispered, kissing the top of his head as his arms wrapped around your waist. His face buried within your chest, inhaling the sweet scent of you. “Just relax. I’ve got you…”

Just as you expected, the emotionally exhausted boy was dead asleep within the hour.

18+ | nsfw young!coriolanus snow x fem!reader word count 1,005 cw dirty talk, slightly subby coryo, p in v, unprotected sex, chair sex, finishing inside

Slowly walking up behind Coriolanus at his desk, just making enough noise to make your presence known, you gently run your fingers through his soft blonde curls. You watch with slightly parted lips as his head leans into your touch, his pen still clutched within his hand.

Your voice is soft and smooth with a slight purr as your lips ghost against the shell of his ear. “Baby, it’s been hours,” you sigh. “Don’cha think it’s time for a break?”

Coriolanus taps his pen onto his notebook filled to the brim with various notes. The feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp sends shivers down his spine. You feel so, so good. “I can’t stop,” he says, his voice an exhausted wine. “If I stop now, I won’t want to continue. I have to keep going,”

“And what good would that do?” you ask, your lips dangerously close to his temple. “You’re tired, my dove. You’re tense–” you kiss his temple. “And you’re frustrated.” another kiss. “Why don’t you let me take care of you?”

“I can’t–” he sighs.

“Why not?” Before Coriolanus can say anything else, you swing your leg around to straddle his lap, completely blocking his view of his desk. He tries to lean from side to side to look past your body, but you keep him in his place. “No, no baby, just look at me,” you coo, holding his face in your hands. “Focus on me, my love, can you do that?”

“I’m exhausted,” Coriolanus tries to protest, but as he feels you begin to grind your cunt against his crotch, his voice catches in his throat, and suddenly all words leave his brain.

You suppress a satisfied smirk. “I know, sweet boy, I know you’re exhausted. And that’s why you have to let me take care of you. So relax, my love. Relax,”

You take your finger and drag it along Coriolanus’s bottom lip, opening up his mouth to grant access to your tongue. You taste him deeply, exploring the warmth of his wet tongue and soft lips. The feeling of your sensitive lips sliding and molding against his makes you moan ever so slightly, and you chuckle into the kiss when he, too, emits a moan.

“That’s right, baby,” you whisper. “Just relax,”

You start undoing his pants and Coriolanus doesn’t stop you, watching as his cheeks flush a light pink as you free his semi-hard cock from the confines of his clothing. You reach underneath your skirt and slide your panties to the side, and with a few seconds of adjusting, you slowly sit down on his shaft. You both gasp in unison at the new feelings enveloping the two of you.

Coriolanus curses underneath his breath as your tight, wet walls envelop his dick, and you take him all the way. He’s so deep inside you, making your eyes slightly roll back into your head. “Fuck, baby,” you whisper breathlessly, starting out slowly as you lift yourself up then back down again on Coriolanus’s cock. “So big, so deep…”

It takes a few moments, but you’re soon rocking your hips back and forth and in circles as you ride him, making sure he is feeling exceptionally good. You can’t keep your hands off of his face and shoulders. Hell, you can’t keep your eyes off his face. The expressions he makes as he’s balls-deep in your pussy are absolutely delicious.

However, you catch him at one point trying to take a look at his desk and you’re quick to turn his focus back on you. “No, baby,” you purr. “Look at me. Pay attention to me. Focus on how good my pussy is making you feel. Do you feel good? Yeah?”

Coriolanus looks at you with his pretty blue eyes, lips slightly parted as he pants. “Yes, fuck–” he breathes. “Feels so good. Feels so good on my cock,”

You capture his lips in another kiss, shoving your tongue down his throat to taste as much of him as possible. You wrap your arms around his neck as your hips continue to move with his dick deep inside your pussy. You feel his hands on your hips, following your movements.

You pull away from the kiss and look deep into Coriolanus’s eyes as your lips ghost against his, panting and moaning into his mouth. “You feel so good, baby,” you pant. “Are you gonna come inside me?”

He bats his pretty eyelashes at you. “Can I?”

“Please…” you whisper, guiding his hand to your throbbing clit, and he wastes no time before taking his thumb and rubbing circles around your sensitive nub. You mewl, feeling the apex of your pleasure draw closer and closer.

His moans and gasps of pleasure are so pretty as the both of you bring yourselves to your inevitable orgasms. You feel his cock throb inside you, on the verge of exploding and releasing his seed deep inside you. Your walls contract around his dick, and you know that your climax is near.

“I’m comin’,” Coriolanus whispers. “Gonna come inside your pussy,”

“Fuck yeah, baby,” you moan. “You’re gonna make me come–... mmm, ah–!”

With one final gasp, you feel yourself come undone as your pussy drools all over Coriolanus’s cock. Your legs tremble, and the combination of your orgasm and his warm cum filling you up makes your eyes roll back into your head. You close your eyelids and tilt your head back to reveal your neck, in which Coriolanus seizes the opportunity to plant open-mouth kisses all over your throat.

You come down from your high and look Coriolanus in the eye once more, brushing away a stray curl from his voice. You smile sweetly, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm. “Feel better, my love?”

Coriolanus thinks for a moment as he catches his breath, then he nods. “Yeah,” he replies. “Yes, thank you. I feel a lot better. I really needed that,”

You press a small, loving kiss to his lips. “Good,” you whisper. “Now go to bed,”

don't be shy, let's talk. ♡

#coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #darbyrowe.doc #darbyrowe.ask #asks open #ask me anything

[vtoriacore]

✧ oh, she wants you!

note: man im so damn whipped for the genshin women from inazuma so i couldn't help but write a lil' smth smth because there is an appaling lack of content for them and i won't stand for it any longer !!

tw: NSFW, [18+ fem!reader] - mentions of female anatomy, use of "mommy" in yae's, degradation, bondage, slight electric play

characters: yae miko, raiden shogun, kamisato ayaka, sangonomiya kokomi, naganohara yoimiya

synopsis: in which they can't help but want you all over them; just whose fault is it that you're so damn irresistible in every way, shape and form anyway?

✯; yae miko eating you out, not stopping after your third or fourth orgasm to show you who you belong to after seeing you spend too much time with another shrine maiden; she wants those pretty eyes on her at all times and she won't hesitate to show you that they should be by sending you straight to celestia with her tongue as she enjoys every mewl and moan that emits past your lips.

"hm? what was that? i can't make it out over the moaning, my pretty, dirty little slut. now be a good girl and take it as mommy wants you to, hm?" she'd feel proud of the way your fingers would cradle through her hair, pulling occasionally as you'd buck your hips into her face until you let that sweet aroma fill her very being. the way you beg and cry for more almost makes her climb on top to ride you, almost.

but rest assured, she won't stop until it's only her name you can utter by turning you into a babbling mess as her tongue penetrates your soaking pussy. by the seven, she just loved the way you tasted; how could she not lap your slick up untill you were an incoherent mess, until she couldn't help but engrave you into her senses so she never forgets how heavenly your sweet scent really is?

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✯; ei blindfolding you and tying you up until you're left to hang from the ceiling by your wrists with the elaborate knots accentuating the curves of your divine body, not paying attention to your pleas as you whine for her tongue to run over every aching from the heat crevice of your supple skin. and although she wants to cave in so bad, she knows she has an eternity ahead of her to worship your body just as you always worship hers.

but even though she enjoys the sight alone, she lives for the way you shiver under her touch as she ghosts her slender fingers over your perked up nipples and the way you moan out her name in that sultry voice like the filthy little whore that you are for her every time; it gets her so wet she can barely stick to just simply watching you all wrapped up as originally planned.

the sensation of when she she sends a shock through your body using her vision leaves you breathless and wanting more, drool making its way down your chin and craving her skillful fingers deep inside you as she makes you sing her praise upon praise despite your mind not thinking of anything other than her body. but you don't mind doing so as long as you get to please your archon, and have her pleasure you in return for your endurance of her self-indulgent acts.

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✯; ayaka eyeing your form, tracing every curve of your body as a blush overtakes her features over the filthy thoughts she is having. how would you taste if she connected both your lips? would you like the way her hands roamed your body as she begged you to take her? will you press her up against a wall and have your way with her after she gives you the dirtiest lap dance of your life?

god, she couldn't wait for you to expertly touch her as you always do, rough but always making sure her pleasure comes first. it made her unfold so fast, all the embarrassment leaving her body as you'd gaze at her as if she was the one to hang all the stars in the sky. and she certainly knew she'd be seeing the stars you believed she hung by the end of her teasing.

so when the plush skin of her ass pushes against your thighs as she continues swaying her hips in a circular motion, you just can't help but squeeze and prod. how could you when she was practically inviting you to? and finally, when you've had enough teasing and grab her by her hips to bring her down (hard enough to leave bruises), ayaka knows that she won't be walking straight for the next week.

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✯; kokomi letting you sit on her lap, not knowing how difficult it wold be filling out the battle strategy diaries as you shift around on her thighs. it's not your fault your girlfriend looked so damn hot when she was chewing on her quill though, and kokomi wouldn't ever admit it but she loved the way you'd eye her lips everytime she did so.

you both knew it was a battle of who would snap first, and this time you were victorious as the prietess couldn't help but grow hot under your clothed cunt rubbing against her thigh and your perky breasts pressing up against her own chest creating this delightful friction she wanted more of. and despite you being a distraction, she couldn't help but want to ditch her duties and just have you use her as you please.

with how expertly your hand toyed with her underwear as you wore that annoyingly hot smirk which signified you winning this war for dominance, kokomi just had to submit and plead you to let those fingers thrust into her until she lost her mind instead. and who were you to deny her cute face, cheeks set ablaze and pretty pink lips forming a little kissable pout?

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✯; yoimiya innocently bending down to set the fireworks alight on the hill of kangon island so they'd illuminate the warm, summer night sky all the while she grows flushed under your stare. you have been not so discreetly looking at her for the past 20 minutes with such intensity she thought she was going to burn up. but at the same time, she wanted nothing more but for you to continue.

"y-you know . . . if you want me, you can have me. i . . . i want you just as bad." she'd eventually mutter out in a moment of confidence, leaning closer into you to search your eyes as you gaze at her lips. and when you eventually close the gap, she can't help but lean into you, letting your hands explore her already flaming body.

yoimiya lives for the way your fingers trace the curves of her hips, the way you eventually slip your fingers under the apricot-orange happi she is wearing, the way you untie the sash holding it together to expose more of her body. and she most especially lives for the way you tell her you're the luckiest woman alive to have graced teyvat as you paint the skin of her neck a deep mauve colour with your lips.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin smut #yae miko #yae miko x reader #raiden shogun #raiden shogun x reader #kamisato ayaka #kamisato ayaka x reader #ayaka x reader #raiden ei x reader #raiden ei #sangonomiya kokomi #sangonomiya kokomi x reader #kokomi x reader #genshin kokomi #yoimiya x reader #yoimiya #genshin yoimiya #yoimiya naganohara #yae miko smut #raiden shogun smut #ayaka smut #kokomi smut #yoimiya smut #genshin women #embarrassed writing these tags NDNDNF but also i need my fellow fem gays to get to see this so hehe

[sunnyfucks]

I NEED SUNOO SUCKING ON MY TITS LIKE A LITTLE BABY WHILE HE MASSAGES MY CLOTHED PUSSY AND HUMPS HIS HARD DICK ON MY LEG LETTING OUT THE PRETTIEST WHINES WITHOUT TAKING MY NIPPLE OUT OF HIS MOUTH 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

please can u write a scenario 🥺

since i love this and i love you 🫧 anon mehehehe, im not gonna make a scenario but a whole smut story for this 🙈

“ NIGHTS LIKE THIS ! ” sub sunoo x femdom reader.

cw : SMUT, orgasm denial, sunoo crying in pleasure <3, 90% tit sucking hehe, creampie, sunoo being the ultimate sub, oral fixation, handjob, use of vibrator, choking, reader degrading praising sunoo alot, safe to say sunoo’s the biggest baby here <3. lmk if i missed any.

a/n : the amount of times i actually had to pause writing this cause it feels too good... its insane.

“i can’t get enough of this” you heard sunoo mumble as soon as his mouth left your buds. you immediately chuckled and brushed his hair, making him look up at you as he flash the most genuine and prettiest smile you’ve ever seen your whole life. “you’re so pretty, sunoo” you compliments. sunoo giggled in response as his fingers trail around your boobs once again. “its really so soft” he said, before sucking on it again. you’ve lost touch of the hour since sunoo started playing with your tits. with him having an oral fixation for it, you’ve gone used to it by now.

you looked down to watch sunoo as he savors every softness of your tit. he has his eyes shut as his tongue swirls around your bud, his free hand softly groping your other boob, and his little pretty humms definitely sends you to heaven. you’re laying on your back as you have him settled inbetween your thighs, giving you the perfect view of his baby-like face. “i really like sucking you..” he said and you smiled. “how much?” you teased and being the good boy that he is, as soon as he heard your question, he stood up from leaning on you and immediately went to sit on top of your left thigh without removing his lips on your bud. “so much..” he mumbles as he started grinding himself on your thigh.

you felt your stomach tightening at the sight. “what a pretty baby, such a good boy too” you whispers. sunoo gave you the prettiest whine he could ever make to show you how he liked the compliment without actually removing his lips on your nipple. “grind faster, baby..” you dictate and so he did. sunoo started grinding himself faster, making you feel his hard dick against you. watching as sunoo shuts his eyes tight and how he arches his back everytime he’d shake above you could make you cum as soon as it could, but knowing how rewarding it would feel the moment he inserts his dick on you, ofcourse you’d keep resisting. “i really love you” he suddenly blurts out before speeding up more.

the earlier grinding was long forgotten as sunoo started humping himself on you, his tongue playing very aggressively around your bud at the process. “i love you” he blurted once again and bent down to reach your lips. you felt sunoo’s hand roam around your hips as you both swirl your tongue inside each others. “hmm.. your skin’s so soft” you said while playfully touching sunoo’s bare back. he smiled at this and bit your lower lip, “yours too” he compliments back as he lets his fingers dance along the hem of your underwear.

he was about to put your underwear to the side and maybe play with your clit but you broke the kiss much to his dismay. however, your nipples stood prettily infront of him and he started drooling once again. sunoo then grope one of your boob for the nth time as he sucks one and continues to hump himself above your thigh.

as you watch the scene unfold infront of your eyes, you placed your hand at the back of sunoo’s head and gave it a light pull making sunoo detach his lips on your bud. he let out a painful whine and it did awaken something in you. sunoo seems to also realize what he had done and opened his eyes as soon as the room became way too quiet. “i..” he stutters. he doesn’t know what to say but he do knows what he did and how much it affected you. “hey, you think we can switch positions?”

inhale, exhale... this isn’t the first time that you’re going to top sunoo, but there’s this different aura around you that sunoo only saw right at the moment. he feels excited and intimidated by it, but he’s surely looking forward for what’s about to come. “i want you to tell me if im being too much, okay?” you said. sunoo tilted his head to the side and gave you a confused look. “what do you plan?” you only smiled and placed a sweet kiss on his temple. “just trust me on this, okay?”

after convincing sunoo to stay still and trust you with whatever you’d do, he then watched as you settle yourself infront of him, your hand slightly brushing against his cute leopard boxers. “i noticed you really like leopard prints..” you giggled and sunoo pouted, “do i not look good with it? does it turn you off?” he whines. you chuckled with how cute he’s being. you remembered when heeseung, his friend, told you that the moment sunoo is being the cutest other than while he’s actually being cute is when he’s pouty and sulky. “you.. you really don’t like it?” he sulks. you sighed and brushed his hair back, “i like it. you look really cute with it” you said, pulling it down.

sunoo felt his stomach tighten as he’s watching you bent down and come close to his dick. “are you going to suck me off-” sunoo was cut off when instead of answering his question, you suddenly held his dick tight and started pumping faster. it was dry and hard, so you spit and used it as your lubricant. sunoo started moaning at the sensation. his head being thrown back while at that.

“im... i feel good i feel good” he said and held your hand for an attempt to slow it down. ofcourse, you weren’t bothered by his action, it just kept you pumping faster as you watch sunoo make all this lewd expressions while he shuts his eyes tight. “w- why aren’t you s- slowing down... i think im.. i think im-”

“shut up and be a good boy..” you said as you wrap your hand around his neck. sunoo immediately opened his eyes the moment he felt your hand around his neck tighten. it was so sudden and it shocked the hell out of him. you’ve never done or acted this way, but he sure is liking it. “you’re my good boy, right?” you raised a brow. sunoo instantly nodded his head while still figuring out how he’d breathe despite your hand tightening on his. “now, listen to everything that i’ll say, okay?”

“where are you going?” he asked when you stood up from the bed and walked towards somewhere. you turned around to meet his eyes and you gave the cabinet next to you a light tap. “you’re...” sunoo can’t even form words with the realization. your eyes sparkles as you pulled your vibrator he gifted you before. “whatever it is you’re thinking, i guess i must say you’re right” you giggled.

“i can’t do it...” sunoo whines. you hissed as you climb up to the bed. “hmm? then what happened to you being a good boy?” you said, acting all lovely and innocent. sunoo kept whining at that, he really can’t do it. if there’s one thing he wants the most right at this moment, its to have his release and go back to sucking your tits again. “come on.. i really can’t do it” he pleaded. “hmm... no, you have to be a good boy and not cum until i say so” you said, highly emphasizing the word until and continued to shove your vibrator on his tip with it being at the max level.

loud whines and moans escaped sunoo’s lips. his hand roams aggresively on his body, scartching or squeezing every part of it. a smile went up to your lips while watching him go wild. his mouth hanged-open and his eyes tight shut. you then traced circles around his shaft to his base, making him shiver and shake in pleasure. sunoo then held your bedsheet tightly, bucking his hips forward to meet your vibrations.

“stay still, baby” you ordered, holding his thigh down so he’d stop bucking himself up. sunoo then opened his eyes and met yours. he pouted and throwed his head back. “i want to cum... i want to cum i want to cum” he repeats. his eyes are glossy and teary, so you lowered the intensity of your vibrator and softly cupped his cheek using your left hand. “my pretty, pretty, pretty boy..” you cooed. sunoo sniffs and sighed, “you’re so pretty... be a good boy and hold it, okay? you’d do that, right?” you convince. “no.. i can’t do it i cant-” his whines was muffled when you suddenly stuffed his mouth with your boob he oh so love. “shut up and do your thing” his dick twitched at the action. heck, he really loves sucking your tits.

sunoo’s hand that was gropping the bedsheets tightly earlier flew to your free boob and started massaging it. some tears escaped his eyes as he swirls his tongue on your bud. “such a good boy” you praise and you felt him playfully biting your nipple at that. “breathe hard, baby” you said before putting the vibrator to the max level again. sunoo’s body shaked hard at this, making him detach his lips on your bud.

“it.. feels so good” he moans as he throws his head back once again. “it feels really good” he repeats as another tear fell from his eyes. “god, if you can just see how pretty you look right now” you said in awe, observing every inch of his body. from how his stomach tightens, his lewd expressions, his mouth hanged-open, his neck having that red mark from when you choked him earlier, his hair being all messy, his puffy cheeks and eyes, his tear-strained face... its all so pretty.

unable to contain anymore of this, you turned the vibrator off and placed it somewhere on the side. sunoo gasped for air with the sudden lost of pleasure and watched you slowly settle yourself on top of him. “such a good boy” you whispered before sinking down to meet his length. sunoo’s whines and moans sounds so much like heaven to your ears. you felt him squirm and you gave him a light peck for this. “do you want to cum?” you asked and he only whined for an answer. you cupped his face once again and placed your lips on his. “cum when i say so, okay?”

sunoo swears he can cum right when you started bouncing on his member. he felt another sense of satisfaction and he felt like he don’t want to cum anymore now. he wants to keep fucking you until you both tire yourself out. he doesn’t want to cum cause he knows that would ruin the momentum, but the earlier teasing had been too much for him to even continue resisting. “you feel so good~” he mumbles shyly. his baby-like voice ringing through your ears beautifully.

and when sunoo thought it couldn’t get anymore better, you pushed him down the bed while still being on top of him. you kept bouncing and grinding your hips to meet his. your tongue then fought dominance inside his mouth, and it left him gasping for an air. “im so close..” he shakily said. his whole body squirming too. “okay, cum..”

loud and whiny moans left his mouth as you gave your all out. your hips bucking down to his length, your boob stuffed on his mouth, your hand gropping and resting around his neck.. it all feels too overwhelming for him and it is sending him to the edge. tears started straining his face once again and so you used your free hand to wipe all these tears away. you placed a sweet peck on his temple to say he’s doing such a good job taking all of it..

“ah.. im gonna cum. please remove yourself” he asked. you usually would nod and remove your self when it reaches this point, but it seems like you have different plans for tonight. sunoo ofcourse realized this and he started whining loudly at this. “yah.. don’t do this to me... please remove yourself” he pleads. you only giggled and bucked your hips harder and faster.

sunoo threw his head back with his tears falling from his eyes, he can’t keep it inside anymore but he also doesn’t want to do something you guys never talked about before. he sure likes it but he doesn’t want you doing something out of pure lust and regret it later once your hormone calms down. “please.. please i think im gonna cum anytime soon. lets talk first a-about this, please?” he kept pleading but its no use.

you bent down and pecked his lips. “cum, don’t worry about anything” you seductively muttered and stuffed your boob inside his mouth again. sunoo felt his stomach tighten once again. you know he feels a different type of pleasure whenever he’s sucking your boob and you could only smile at that.

sunoo’s muffled moans ringed through your ears. both his hands that were gropping or roaming around your body found its way to your hips. he removed his lips on your bud and slightly bit it before sucking the other side. sunoo climbed his leg up to support you from above him and he started bucking his hips up to meet you halfway. “you.. everything feels so good i can’t do this anymore” he whines.

moans and whines from both you and him escaped both of your mouth, sweat dripping no matter how cold your room is. the heat of making the most hottest love you guys have ever done being paid off. “sunoo..” you moaned out. sunoo then met your eyes with his being half-lidded, “i- i love you..” he managed to said. you gave him the sweetest smile before attaching your lips to his.

“i love you more..” one last thrust and you felt sunoo’s hot seed swim through your insides. his whines and moans getting more especially loud as he waits and stay still while all his seeds are all secured inside you. both of you then gasped for air, the earlier scenarios rewinding on your minds.

you were pulled back to reality when you heard sunoo giggled. you soon joined him and he held your head down to meet his lips. “i love this night” he confessed. you smiled and went down to properly lay your back to your bed. “nights like this... should happen often, don’t you think?” you hints as sunoo only smirked, giving you the most sluttiest look he could ever give. “what do you think about... choking me more while i suck your tits?”

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a/n : and CUT! hahshahaha goddamn.... this was so hot. help me.

© sunny fucks, 2022. not proofread.

#sunoo smut #enhypen sunoo smut #kim sunoo smut #sunoo hard thoughts #sunoo hard hours #enhypen smut #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #sunnyfucks #this was so hot help me #thankyou 🫧 anon for sending the ask <3

[onlyonetifosi]

Behind the camera -> chapter 5

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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the winding streets of Monaco. Yn and her twin brother, Charles, were at the heart of the glamorous city, surrounded by the energy of high-speed life and the whispers of the Mediterranean breeze. The twins had decided to gather their friends for an evening of laughter, chatter, and exploration.

"Come on, Yn, we are going to be late! " Charles said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Yn, twirled in front of the mirror, trying to perfect the balance between casual and stylish for the evening ahead.

As she rushed to finish her makeup, Charles lounged on her bed, an amused grin on his face. "You know, Joris won't notice if your eyeliner is perfect or not."

Yn rolled her eyes, and hurriedly applied a final stroke of mascara, glancing at the clock with a hint of panic in her eyes.  "Maybe I just wanted to look presentable for once, Charles, not like you” she says, feigning nonchalance.

"You know, you're not fooling anyone. We all know you're taking extra time to impress him tonight."

Yn scoffed, trying to deflect. "Oh, please. You're imagining things"

As the two siblings descended the stairs, they joined a group of friends gathered in the living room. 

"Salut, tout le monde!" Charles announced as they arrived, drawing everyone's attention. 

Riccardo, a lively friend with a perpetual grin, greeted her first, "Bonjour, Yn! You look ravishing tonight."

Yn blushed, "Merci, Riccardo. You're too kind"

The group set off for a stroll around the glamorous streets of Monaco. The air was filled with laughter and the excited chatter of friends.

Unbeknownst to Yn, her friends, including Joris, were well aware of her not-so-secret crush.

Joris, a boy with a charming smile and kind eyes, walked alongside Yn.

As they walked, Yn caught glimpses of Joris, the object of her secret affection. She stole shy glances in his direction, catching his eye a few times. Unbeknownst to her, Joris couldn't help but smile every time he caught her looking.

"Alors, Yn, did you pick your outfit for Joris or the entire population of Monaco?" teased Marta, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Yn blushed, "Marta, you know I just like to look good"

Riccardo winked, "Sure, Yn. Whatever you say"

Their journey continued through the bustling mall, and the group split up. Marta and another friend insisted on exploring a flower shop, while Charles and the rest wanted to visit the tech shop nearby, leaving Yn feeling torn because Yn wanted to go to her favorite boutique. Joris, sensing her hesitation, offered to accompany her.

"I'll join you, Yn. It seems we have similar taste," he offered with a charming smile.

Their friends exchanged knowing glances, teasing smiles hinting at the unspoken feelings between the two. As Yn and Joris explored the shops together, their interactions became a dance of laughter and shared glances.

Inside the shop, Yn couldn't resist trying on a beautiful jacket. Joris couldn't help but admire her. "Tu es magnifique," he whispered, and Yn's heart skipped a beat. {You look beautiful.}

The warmth of his compliment ignited a blush on her cheeks. They exchanged shy smiles, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Yn blushed, fumbling for words and she stammered, "Uh, thanks. I mean, merci." And their interaction left them both feeling flustered and giddy.

As they rejoined the group later, Charles pulled Yn aside, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know, you were redder than that jacket. What happened there?"

"Nothing," Yn mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

Charles chuckled, giving her a playful nudge. "Sure, sis. Whatever you say."

As evening approached and the temperature dropped, the group decided to have dinner at a cozy restaurant.

"Let's grab dinner, it's getting late and chilly," Charles suggested, pulling Yn closer to him protectively. "What do you all think?"

Agreeing nods and murmurs of approval filled the air as they made their way to a nearby restaurant.

"Smile, everyone!" Charles called out, holding up his phone. The group huddled together, flashing their brightest smiles as the camera captured the moment.

Charles, in his usual teasing manner, orchestrated the seating arrangements, placing Yn next to Joris. Throughout the dinner, their friends exchanged knowing glances, subtly encouraging the connection between Yn and Joris.

The warmth inside enveloped them like a comforting embrace. They settled at a large table, with Yn finding herself next to Joris, a quiet and reserved boy she'd known since childhood.

"Que veux-tu manger?" Charles asked Yn, scanning the menu with her (What do you want to eat?)

" I think I'll have the grilled chicken" she replied, deciding on the grilled chicken.

Amidst the banter, Yn noticed Joris stealing glances her way. She smiled at him, not realizing the subtle yet kindled connection forming between them.

Joris, seated next to Yn, couldn't help but steal glances at her while savoring his food.

"Tu aimes le plat, Yn?" Joris asked, his eyes showing a mix of nervousness and curiosity.

"Oui, c'est délicieux," Yn replied, appreciating the effort he took to engage in conversation.

As the dinner progressed, the group shared stories, laughter, and occasional glances. The warmth of friendship melted away the evening chill, but it was evident that the night was advancing. Charles suggested, "On devrait commencer à penser à partir, non?" (We should start thinking about leaving, right?)

The group agreed, settling the bill and heading out into the cool night. They huddled together, waiting for their parents to pick them up.

In the midst of the shared warmth and camaraderie, Joris mustered up the courage to speak to Yn. "Uh, Yn, je voulais te dire quelque chose." (Uh, Yn, I wanted to tell you something)

She turned towards him, curious. "Qu'est-ce que c'est?"  she asked. (What is it?)

"Je... euh, j'aime bien passer du temps avec toi," he stammered, his cheeks tinged with a hint of pink. (I... um, I really like spending time with you)

Yn's eyes widened in surprise, a smile forming on her lips. "Moi aussi," she responded, not realizing the depth of his feelings. (Me too)

Joris hesitated for a moment, then finally blurted out, "Euh, je t'aime bien, Yn. Et, euh, je me demandais si tu voudrais peut-être… passer du temps avec moi le week-end prochain?" (Um, I like you, Yn. And, uh, I was wondering if you might want to... hang out with me next weekend?)

A smile tugged at Yn's lips, her heart warming at Joris's shy confession. "J'adorerais, Joris," she replied, her eyes meeting his. (I’d love to Joris)

As their parents arrived to pick them up, the group bid their goodbyes. Yn and Charles climbed into the car, sharing a quiet moment on the way home.

As they drove home, Yn turned to her brother, gratitude shining in her eyes.

"Ça va, Yn?" Charles asked, glancing over to his sister with a grin.

"Oui, tout va bien," Yn replied, exchanging a playful smile with her brother. “Merci, Charles. Merci pour cette soirée," she expressed, overwhelmed with a sense of appreciation for the life she had. (Thank you, Charles. Thank you for this evening)

Charles smiled, understanding the unspoken emotions. "De rien, Yn. Always here for you."

Little did Yn know, the events of the evening had set the stage for a budding connection with Joris, a connection that held the promise of more adventures and moments yet to unfold.

i hope you liked it and if you want to know more about joris and yn and the adventures they are going to follow stay tuned (also the annoying ballet girls are coming back but they are going to know who not mess with)

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[6-zao-xing-9]

Hayooo potato , I saw that you have request open so I was trying to not cry when I was writing that but I want to request if you could make headcanons of the pjsk boy as your husband if you are comfortable

( sorry if I write something because English is not my main language 😔 )

Husbands

Pjsk boys x fem! reader

Summary: just the boys as husbands <3

This writing contains...... Fluff.... Aged up! characters(obvi)

A/N: oh my gosh.... OH MY GOSH MY FIRST REQ THAT ISNT FROM A MOOT AAAAA. TySM for requesting😭🙏 ive never written headcannons before so im sorry if this isnt to your liking. Ill get better at it eventually. PLEASE don't hesitate to send in more reqs! I had so much fun writing this and I'm super proud of it <3

Kamishiro Rui:

this man would be so sweet

He would definitely try to cook for you(and fail)

He has never successfully cooked something in his life(i dont think)

Itll be hard to convince him not to blow up yours and the neighbor's house but you end up doing it cuz he cant say no to you

Hes smitten

A simp

If you steal his soda candy he is stealing yours or whatever you like to eat 2x

If you put vegetables in his food, he will sneakily put them in your bowl

If you call him out for it, then he'll just admit it but continue to do it nonetheless (though id like to think he'd grow out of that once hes and adult)

This man has no shame

if he wakes up before you(which he probably does), his morning routine is to give you a sweet kiss on your forehead while you're still peacefully sleeping, and then walk off to make you and him tea(or coffee if you prefer(its probably the one thing he can make))

If you wake up before him, he will sneakily walk in the kitchen where youre preparing breakfast and snake his arms around you waist while placing his chin on your head or shoulder

That is a must

Hes very affectionate

He'll definitely tease you a little if you got spooked by his sudden touch

Now onto how he sleeps....

Sleeping with this man is a nightmare

Hes got such long limbs, if hes feeling clingy, then good luck with that

He will literally wrap his arms and legs around you and trap you in his grip

Doesn't matter how many times you whine or complain

He'll just kiss you to shut you up

And when he's up late at night, working on an invention, he loves to just plop you in his lap while you watch him work

Your super warm to him

If you end up falling asleep on his lap, he'll literally melt right then and there

also super sweet

As an absolute simp

This man will do anything for you

He can cook(probably), he can (probably) clean, he can sing, he can act, he can play the piano

Perfect husband, right?

The only downfall is that hes scared of bugs

How unmanly of him

If he wakes up before you then he will cook breakfast and most likely succeed

But ofc hes gonna succeed cuz who the heck doesn't know how to cook eggs and toast?

Now if you wake up before him, he will almost burst your eardrums with his loud "GOOD MORNING, MY DEAR CO-STAR!"

especially since he came out of nowhere yelling like that

Id like to think he is definitely a morning person

I just can't seem him being grumpy

If you get spooked by his sudden greeting, he'll laugh loudly and give you a big morning hug while kissing your cheek

Now sleeping with him is pretty comfy and normal

If he goes to bed before you then he will try to stay awake for when you go to bed just to cuddle before falling asleep

If he goes to bed after you then depending on how tired he is, he will plop down on the bed and just nuzzle his head in your neck and wrap his arms around your waist

If he's feeling clingy, then he'll just do the same but 10x tighter

If youre a good housewife, then expect lots of praise everytime you do everything!

Youre cooking? It smells so good!

You finished cleaning? I haven't spotted any dust in 48 hours! Good job!

He's definitely the kind of person to reward you with a kiss on the cheek everytime you do something good

If you put any kind of peppers, even bell peppers in his food, he will have no choice but to eat it because he doesn't want to seem so childish in front of you

Besides, you cooked it for him, so he should eat it, right?

After the meal, he will 'subtly' suggest not to put peppers in his food ever again

Aoyagi Toya:

Probably the sweetest one in this entire ff

If he could cook, he would, but unfortunately you'd probably just be eating black gunk for dinner if you let him cook

Other than that he's 10/10 husband material

He'll sing for you, dance for you, and even though it brings bad memories, just for you, he'll play the piano or violin if you ask

He'll especially do that if he knows you like either or and has had a bad day

He's happy when you're happy, and there's nothing better than to see you happy because of him

90% of the time, he wakes up first

Will definitely make himself coffee and make you whatever morning drink you like

If you have a super specific starbucks or just coffee order in general, he will not fail to bring you the exact coffee you requested

Bro was so confused when you just stared at him like "Did you just do that."

If you somehow wake up before him, then he likes to calmly walk up behind and greet you, before kissing your cheek, forehead, or hand

He is such a sweetheart when you guys go to bed

when you guys first got married, he always used to ask, "Are you comfortable? Do you have enough of the blanket? Do you want to cuddle? Am I too close?"

He eventually got used to what and what youre not comfortable with

If you ever cooked him squid, he would probably just stare at it, darting his eyes between you and the squid

He was so confused because he thought that you already new he didn't like squid

He'll probably start a conversation and try to maneuver his way into saying how he doesn't like squid

If you're obviously ignoring it(probably just to mess with him), well that's too bad

He'll just have to suck it up and eat it

If he's ever feeling a bit clingy, then he'll politely ask to cuddle, and then hold you so tight you feel like you're suffocating/hj

This

Man

Is such a menace when you're sleeping together

Bro hogs the blanket and doesn't have an ounce of shame

If you complain, he'll grudgingly toss you a quarter of the blanket while he gets the remaining three

If you whine and squirm and kick him off the bed he'll eventually comply though

Just expect him to be extra clingy in the morning as his 'payback' for kicking him off the bed

100% not a morning person

He tries to cook and the food ends up okay...

Could be better and could be worse

Now if you are just a little good at cooking/baking, he will 'subtly'(not so subtly) ask you to make pancakes or cheesecake

Once you do make it, he'll eat them with ✨delight✨, but when you ask him how it is he'll just be like

"Oh it tastes okay."

If you tease him about how his mouth absolutely waters whenever he sees you cooking, he will deny it and might have to kiss you to shut you up

But then he just ends up flustering himself

If you are the sensitive type and get offended, he'll feel bad and tell you it tastes excellent

You probably wake up before him 90% of the time

And 90% of the time that happens, he'll hold onto you with his death grip for at least 15 minutes before releasing you, just to spite you. And also because he enjoys cuddles and doesn't want you to leave

If you put carrots in his food

He will literally just stare at you

His eyes say everything

He doesn't say it, but his eyes say, "You know what you did."

He then will take his chopsticks, take the carrots and plop them into your bowl, all while maintaining eye contact

Will sing for you if you want and gets flustered when you compliment him

Thanks for reading!

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[bellewintersroe]

Sebastian Vettel x RBDesignEngineer! Reader.

Set in 2013 during the GP, Jennifer is fresh out of uni and has made a name for herself within the F1 world. She joins Redbull-Renault as one of their engineer designers and easily fits into the team, forming friendships easily. Most of all, she captures the attention of three time world champion, Sebastian Vettel. Part 1- just an introduction to the OC and situation, please excuse my inaccuracies about the 2013 GP and design engineering im not a pro and was like 11 back then 😭😭 here’s the LINK to part 2.

Australia, March 2013…

“And here… right through here is… our youngest, and my personal favourite design engineer. This is where all the magic happens.” The sound of Sebastian’s German accent caused my lips to lift as I took my head set off, spinning around in my chair. Sebastian was walking alongside a camera man, touring around the garages. It was pre practice day, only two more days and the 2013 GP would begin. Although I’d been hired for Red Bull back in October of last year, it had taken 5 months to get to this point of merciless training and shadowing to ensure I was good at what I was doing. The Red Bull driver made his way over, resting on the back of my large chair with an amused smile. “Hi.” I nervously giggled, pushing my hair behind my ear as my headset fell around my neck. “This is Jennifer, do you want to tell them what you’re doing today, Jennifer?” The use of my full, formal name was sending me slightly giggly as I gazed up to the blonde man. Maybe it was just him making me feel that way…

“Um… so, to put it in simple terms so it’s not so boring, we’re just checking all the components of the RB9’s- what Sebastian and Mark will be driving- to make sure we don’t need to make any last minute changes.” “And what’s your name again?” The camera man asked. “Jen, I never go by Jennifer.” I laughed, glancing back up to Sebastian again. Whenever our eyes met I found myself struggling to keep composure on camera. “Tell then a bit about yourself.” He then nudged me on, grinning down. He could tell I was getting flustered, but continued purposefully. “Nobody wants to know about me!” I laughed, attempting to spin my chair back around in embarrassment. Hiding behind my computer for the first two weeks was my safe haven, that’s what I’d reverted back to. “They do!! Tell us, how did you get into your position?!” Seb spun the chair back, sliding a hand down onto my very ticklish shoulder, squeezing as both my shoulders jumped up with a giggle.

“Sorry.” Seb breathlessly laughed. “Um- well I started here in October, I just finished my masters last year at Manchester in Motorsport Engineering- um… Im 22- I don’t really have anything else very interesting to say! Uh- I suppose I had- just had experience from working part time with my brother who’s an engineer when I was like… 15.” I explained.

“Clever girl.” Seb responded as I automatically gulped in response, looking up to him and awkwardly glimpsing back to the camera. I didn’t know how to act with that in my face. “And what’s this?” The camera zoomed closer in on my second screen, it was just information about F1’s plan to go electric next year and use Hybrid engines, but it contained private information. My hand flew up blocking the screen dramatically, “oh! Sorry, that’s a secret!” Seb burst out laughing. “Oh no!” I laughed, “don’t worry I’ll cut that.” Luckily the camera man turned away as I sunk back into my chair. I really hoped I didn’t leak some super, confidential information about Red Bull or I’d be facing the sack a mere half year into employment.

Sebastian flashed me another smile and squeeze on the shoulder before following the camera man and showing him around some more. When they left I let out an internal sigh. I’d known Seb for the same amount as everybody else here, but I just felt this immediate warmth to him. Once the intimidation had worn off (even now I still felt it) I could tell there was an instant attraction. At points it felt mutual, Seb would openly flirt with me, tease me, I know he was a charmer, but I couldn’t tell if I was being delusional or not. He was cuddly, funny, he always looked so deeply into my eyes whenever I explained something to him. I wasn’t sure how I’d deal with the feelings that would keep me on edge for a full season. The worst thing about it??? I had a boyfriend.

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[tomieafterdark]

a/n: So I wanted to give this type of dynamic/pairing a try (YES I KNOW it’s so cliche, I’m a walking cliche for doing this let me live💀) since I’ve seen it around on the Eren fic tag sometimes…btw this is a short drabble. Nothing more. Also click here for part two.

pairing: fem!reader x bully!Eren

cw: degradation, kind of mean Eren, squirting, use of a marker as anal dildo, reader is stuck, noncon, fingering, use of good girl, some praise I guess ?

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS IF YOU ARE A MINOR. BY CONTINUING TO READ, YOU CONSENT TO VIEWING ADULT CONTENT AND THE CONTENT STATED IN CONTENT WARNING

also here’s my masterlist to feed your smut addiction <3 /j

You hated that every year in college they’d make you guys get new lockers. What was wrong with the one you got the first time? This year you were very unlucky, you got a bottom locker. Every students worst nightmare.

It was a Friday afternoon and everyone had gone home, almost everyone. It was just the janitors left and you, the reason you were left was because you had prepared club activities for the upcoming week and you know what they say, time flies when you’re having fun.

You were bent over, trying to reach the last book and pencil in your annoying bottom locker. It’s small but you force yourself to squeeze your entire upper body in there, the only thing sticking out of is your ass. Bad day to wear a short skirt. All you’re focused on is getting that book and the pencil, you’re completely unaware that you’re stuck in a bottom locker on a Friday afternoon in an empty college. You hear someone in the distance..

Eren on the phone: yes I’ll be there soon, I just had some stupid paper to finish or the teacher threatened to fail me…(continues blabbering in the distance as he walks toward you).

“For fucks sake, is that Eren I hear” you think to yourself. You can recognise that voice from anywhere, he has made your life hell all through high school and somehow he ends up at the same college as you. You quickly try to wriggle yourself out so you can avoid him but your efforts are to no avail. This is when you realise you’re stuck and panic hits you, you’d hate asking Eren for help. You wish you had brought your phone in here with you at least, to call for a friend maybe..but no. It just had to be in your bag. As the steps and the voice get closer your movements get more frantic, this is your worst nightmare.

Eren ends his call and sees you. He walks up to you, at first not realising it’s you. “Hey, are you okay in there?”

You try to avoid talking so he can help you out, if he mistakes you for a random student he would definitely help you.

“I guess not” he says and walks away.

“WAIT” you yell. “I’m…we’ll- you see…im stuck. Can you please get one of the janitors to help me out or call my friend-“

“Wait? Y/n? Is that you?” Eren laughs. “Aren’t you supposed to be smart and all that, why are you stuck in your locker with your ass up like in a cheap porno..” the last part gives him an idea. You’re stuck with no one but some janitors around and god knows what floor they’re on.

“Shit happens Eren. Look I know we don’t get along and everything, can you just get me out. Please..”

“We don’t get along? You really think so y/n? Aw my feelings are hurt.” He says in a mean sarcastic tone. “Don’t worry y/n I’ll fix that, today on this beautiful Friday afternoon we’ll get along, we’ll get closer than ever..”

He sounds so sinister right now, it is sending chills down your spine. Eren doesn’t waste a single second, he starts to stomp down on the part of your back that’s sticking out of the locker to perfect your arch. You scream in return, he just laughs at your reaction. “Now y/n, I’d like us to get along so stop screaming and resisting. And keep this arch for me okay??”

You don’t say a word and just sniffle in return.

He kicks your back down even harder, and gives a light kick right where your asshole is. That shouldn’t have felt good but it did, and it made both your holes clench on nothing. You reply with a meek “okay” and make sure to keep that arch up for him.

“Good girl y/n, see we are already getting along. Now spread your fucking legs for me, I think we can get way closer than this.”

Him saying good girl hits a spot inside you, and has you spreading immediately. You feel yourself getting wet and face heating up in the dark of the locker. You feel so isolated and out of control, he can do whatever he wants to you right now and all you can do is take it. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

Eren takes of your pretty pink thong and puts it in his pocket. You feel the cool air hit your bare skin, and then Erens fingers all over your thighs, ass and essentially on your cunt. He slaps your thigh and ass, and he purposely slaps your ass in the direction that causes more pain than pleasure. Instead of slapping upwards he slaps down towards his direction, what a dick. Your asscheeks are turning red and you’re starting to cry out, but you know Eren. Saying stop to him means nothing, he will just go harder so you take it hoping it’ll end soon.

He continues slapping, but notices you’re dripping. “What do we have here y/n?? You’re getting off on this? You nasty little slut.” He slaps your cunt this time, slaps and starts rubbing sloppily until he finds your clit. Your legs are shaking, your toes are curling so much it shows even when you have your white sneakers on.

“Why so quiet y/n? I know you want to scream. Your body language is loud and clear!” He says, grinning at how a little clit rubbing has your legs almost spasming. He slaps your cunt again, this time causing you to cry out. “Atta girl, let me hear that pretty voice.”

Eren is so annoying and you hate him but right now he is hitting all the spots with his words and his fingers, you let your moans and cries out. No wonder everyone under the sun wants to have him, you had heard the girls in your math course talk about him and how he apparently made their friend squirt by fingering her ass. You didn’t even know that was possible. Your thoughts end up getting interrupted by Erens fingers entering your pussy.

“Aah- fuck! Eren-“ his fingers were so much bigger and longer than yours, he is reaching that spot inside of you that you were struggling to reach just a few nights ago when you were masturbating. It’s tight, and almost uncomfortable but the pleasure is way overbearing. It doesn’t matter that you’re being stretched out and it hurts a little, it just feels so good.

“See, I told you we’d get along. I’m so nice to you, giving you all my attention when I could leave you here any second with that skirt pulled up, no panties and cunt leaking all over the place. When I could leave you here and tell the creepy janitor there’s been a spill at this exact floor..” he notices how you tense up, believing he would actually leave you. Eren laughs, you’re not wrong for believing him but he wouldn’t go that far. “I’m joking y/n, I am really wondering why people think you’re smart.” He snickers.

“Shut up Eren. You’re not exactly nice to me, you might have scared me for fun and not left me here now but you have been really mean in the past.” There’s a hint of pain in your voice, and anger. Your stupid bully isn’t even taking it seriously, he probably thinks you don’t care. You do put up an act of being annoyed and unbothered but it makes you sad when he is so mean sometimes. Your sadness however quickly shifts into pleasure again, he is pushing on your G-spot and you’re about to have a different kind of orgasm you can feel it. You’re so in the moment you accidentally cry out “Fuck it Eren, I don’t care about our past please just make me cum!” You didn’t mean to tell him that, it was just supposed to be a silent thought inside your own head.

“Oh so that’s how it is? You’re mean and talk back until you’re close to cumming, then you want to use the word please and act all nice and cute??” He stops fingering you.

“Why’d you stop” you whine as you stick your ass out for more. You’re surprised at how fast your demeanour shifted, but there’s something about getting fingered by someone else. You kind of wish you had a boyfriend now, you could get this heavenly treatment without being stuck in a locker and toyed with by Eren.

“I think your pussy got to know me enough, but your other hole hasn’t been getting any attention at all. How rude of me” he says, as he spots one of your neon markers poking out of your bag. “Perfect” he thinks to himself. It’s long and thick, if lubed up with your slick it would be the perfect anal toy. Eren doesn’t hesitate, he quickly coats the marker and puts it inside your ass with no warning. This is the first time you’ve ever done anything related to anal, you don’t know how to react. All you’re doing is crying out, no words just incoherent noises.

Eren doesn’t care he just pushes it in and out, watching both of your holes and how they flutter. His intentions are clear, for the trained eye at least. He wants you to squirt through anal. He starts fucking you with the marker at a faster pace, which has your legs and eyes crossing. When you’re close, he stands up and stomps hard on the marker, your ass pushes it out each time and he keeps stomping. Pushing the rest of you into the ground into the most beautiful slutty arch he has ever seen, oh how Eren wishes he could see your face right now. A few stomps later and you’re squirting all over the floor, messy lewd moans leave your pretty lips. He waits around until you gain consciousness again and puts the marker back in your bag.

“Hey y/n, stay right here I’ll get the janitor. Don’t worry I won’t get the creepy one” he smirks.

“Fucking idiot” is all you reply to that. He could very well get you out himself, he just wants to embarrass you especially now that he has taken off your thong and won’t give it back.

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[incorrect-riordanverse]

finally reading tsats here are my live thoughts (spoilers, obviously):

i’m so excited because some pages are darkly decorated and its so cool. still don’t vibe with the title though (the sun IS a star and its peeving me)

why are we talking about dating darth vader 😟 where are we rn (anakin is a yes, but DARTH VADER???)

maybe i’m too old but the jokes are not funny 😭

“this whole place feels like my soul. empty and dark. dark as the pit of the underworld.” <- i don’t care if he’s joking nico would never say thissss 🙏😭 we’re only 10 pages in but please stop butchering my fav character he’s not himselffff i am cringing so bad

i know i’m being dramatic but if they do nico dirty in this book i’m going to end it all

oh my god i don’t think i’ve thought about the words “significant annoyance” in so long. bringing back good memories for sure.

i can tell which parts were written by riordan and which parts were written by oshiro. i don’t think their voices are blending very well together…

also, maybe it’s because it’s the start of the book and they’re trying to familiarise new readers quickly with the characters but it feels like they’re making nico the caricature of ‘emo and shadow and ebony darkness dementia raven way 🥀⛓️🖤’ and will the caricature of ‘happy and sunshine and blonde and flower gleam and glow ☀️🌈🫧’ and i usually like this dynamic when it’s not blatantly pointed out every other page. i have faith they’ll show more complexity than this later on though. future yan will let me know by the end. (future yan here, im not at the end but the characterisation def does get more complex thank gods)

oh ok so it is bob the titan

since when was nico’s actual name niccolo??? how did i forget this detail??

“you have to listen if not you’ll share my fate.” “ominous much?” <- ok he’s finally himself again guys it’s all good

the one-sided beef nico has with percy will never not be funny

“cookie monster appeared over the mouth of the jar, reached inside and gobbled up nico like the chocolate-chip cookie he was.” <- nevermind i’ve gone back to hating this book again

“what was one straight boy when you spent your whole life longing for the impossible?” <- i’m reminded of that time a few years back where everyone made ‘having an unrequited crush on percy’ nico’s whole fanon personality, so i’m glad they addressed this somewhat. this boy has been through so much and people really thought crushing on percy was the biggest thing to focus on about ‘nico angst.’

“we made a mistake. you have to fix it.” <- call me a red flag but if i was nico i would do anything and everything to not go. i would medicate myself so highly on sleeping pills that i can’t dream (doctor bf can go kick rocks). i would track percy and annabeth down and haul their asses into tartarus instead to do it. and if i had to go i would only go in to kill bob myself for sending me those traumatic ass nightmares. no thx. bro willingly jumped in himself and now wants me to save him. nuh uh.

not cupid being will 😭 its like his aphrodite 😭 i am not well.

they always have a really good and emotionally moving scene and they ruin it with a dumb joke. let it be heavy 👏👏

something’s really fishy and i have a feeling that it might not be bob calling for him

if this whole “grumpy ball of darkness” thing continues i will actually lose it

you can’t tell me the percabeth pep talk was actually needed. i will forgive it because i miss them though

im sensing tension in the gap between nico’s connection to the underworld and his relationship with will and i’m here for ittttt. give me the dramaaa

who is the gorgyra girl and why is she in their business sm?

oh shit a will solace pov??? christmas came early 🙏

nevermind that whole nightmare sequence was so fucked up 😭😭

somebody HELP HIM i never thought we would get will angst (nico angst fs, but will???)

DONT JUMP IN THE STYX PLEASE

SOMEBODY TELL HIM HE’S HELPFUL OMG

nico strangling epiales in his sleep is so fucking cool he’s literally HIM he’s literally THAT GUY

#first 100 pages pretty much and im. im. ok. #the whole part with epiales is so cool so far. #unfortunately im not a fan of oshiro’s writing in this book. and i can tell which parts is him bc his authorial voice is so diff to riordan #oshiro isnt a bad writer but… its really really peeving me #i wish riordan had a consultant rather than a co-author. i think he’s in his element when he’s going solo #nico di angelo #riordanverse #incorrect riordanverse #rick riordan #hoo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #trials of apollo #toa #will solace #solangelo #annabeth chase #meg mccaffrey #lester papadopolous #tsats #the sun and the star #rewriting

[b2cute]

Ready or Not?

soft dom!chris x fem!reader

notes: sorry this took so long i’ve been pushing back writing but im going to try and write more. send requests!!

warnings: obv smut, praising kink, pet names, fem receiving, fingers in v, fluff, semi-public, almost getting caught, READ AT OWN YOUR OWN RISK

enjoy ☺️

word count: 1k

*y/ns pov*

“YES! You better start counting” Chris laughs in relief. His brothers and I were playing hide and seek outside in their neighborhood after getting bored inside the house. It was a chilly night with clouds and what seemed like it was about to rain, but that didn’t stop us from playing. Matt had just been chosen to be the seeker, while, me, Chris, Madi, and Nick go hide.

“Okay it’s only smart to split up, me and Nick will hide together and you and Chris do the same, fair?” Madi whispers. She always takes the games so seriously and it is better never to argue against her ideas. “Sounds good to me” I reply. Before I can say anything else, a hand rips me away from Nick and Madi and I look to see Chris dragging me to a hiding spot. We have been in a relationship for quite some time, but it has been very, well… vanilla. I don’t know why, but it’s not as I imagined Chris. I still love him and all, it just shocked me a bit.

“This is perfect” Chris exclaims, gesturing towards a bush-like area. It was so small, maybe fitting 1/3 of me. I crouch down before Chris and he hurries right after me. “Ready or not here I come!” Matt yells from across our hiding spot. We were barely entering the bush when Chris pushed me to his lap, my back against his chest. He was sitting with his legs crossed and my body fit in between him. I couldn’t help but let out little giggles because of how exciting the game was going until I felt a hand the size of my face being brought up to my mouth. “Be quiet ma, or Matt will hear you” Chris whispered. This only made me laugh more but I eventually calmed down.

A few moments passed by and we heard voices near us “C'mon are you serious” Nick whines. I turned my head back slightly to look at Chris whose eyes were already staring into me. Nick and Madi have just been found meaning we were the only ones left. I was starting to get sore from my spot and leaned my head back against Chris’s chest followed by a sigh. “You okay ma, what’s up?” Chris asked. “Just tense from this small space, I’ll be fine though” I reply as I shut my eyes momentarily before feeling Chris’s hand sneak up to my thighs.

“I know what to do to relieve you, ma. Can you stay quiet for me y/n?” Chris chuckles. I slowly nod my head before Chris uses both hands to separate my legs, planting them on either side of his. His long, slender hands sneak to my clothes cunt as he rubs my folds through the layers. “Mmm... Chris” I groan. The heat in between my legs begging for more attention. “What is it?” Chris smirks through his question, only slowing his movements down. “Need mor- please “ I complain, the sudden sensation of his fingers lost.

“Take these off for me” he whispers. Without wasting a second, I quickly slip my jeans and panties off in a swift move. “Needy aren’t we y/n” Chris laughs as he takes my thighs and spreads them out again. He takes his fingers and uses my wet arousal to lubricate his fingers, slowly rubbing my puffy clit. I let out a rather loud moan, covering it up with my own hands this time. Chris continued to speed his movements up, making it harder for me to stay quiet. “All these pretty little noises for me, is that right?” Chris remarks, his smirk almost visible even though I wasn’t facing him. “Y-yes… all for you Chri-“ I was cut off by his fingers slipping into my drenched cunt.

“I think I heard something over there” A voice calls out. Shit. Chris begins speeding his movements up, rubbing my swollen clit in one hand, and curling his fingers into me with the other. He left sloppy kisses on the back of my neck, surely leaving marks behind. “Princess has to finish, even if they watch” Chris grunts. His arms slightly flexing as his movements don’t slow. This only made me closer to my climax. His fingers repeatedly bruised my g-spot and my body was starting to go limb.

“A-almost there” I manage to whisper, not wanting Matt to catch us. I turn my head and put it in the crook of Chris’s neck to cover my moans. “Good girl, letting me touch you outside. Come for me baby” His praises were enough to send me over the edge. “I'm coming!” I spit out, my hands grabbing onto Chris’s legs for stability. The knot in my stomach becomes undone as Chris’s movements don’t slow down. My hand reaches down for his wrist, finally letting him slow down. His movements come to an end as he pulls out of me.

I come off his lap and turn around to face him, still sitting down. “Open,” He says as he drops in fingers in my mouth. “Want you to taste yourself, look at the mess you made” Chris gestures to his pants. He came in them while fingering me. I suck on his fingers and use my touch to move my way around, removing his fingers with a pop sound. I finally notice his pants and can’t help by snicker. “Oh my god” I cry out as I shift to put my pants on. I take Chris’s face into my hands and pull him into a kiss.

It was passionate and loving but had needy emotions to it. I let go and lean my forehead to his looking into his icy, blue eyes. “I love you so much, Chris,” I say. “I love you more, ma” he replies pulling me into a warm embrace. His strong cologne entered my nostrils. We stay like this for god knows how long, not even noticing the rocks kicking as footsteps approach our hiding spot.

“Found them”

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