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Across Every Universe - Part 2

Well, I didn't expect this work to get this long. It was only supposed to be short but then I worked on it all day and for multiple hours on end?? I guess I just enjoy this concept so much! These are basically the stories I wanted to put in last time, but they needed their own chapter to truly shine.

I know people asked for Arthur and reader romance, but To Do Is To Dare has always been a racing fic first and romance second. I tried to add in all the people I could without going crazy with the plot line or it would have gotten out of hand (or more than it already is). There is a lot of Max and Charles (my two favorite boys on the grid).

If anyone has anything against Lestappen - there's the door :)

Please enjoy :)

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“Please stand for his Majesty King Max Emilian Verstappen, King of the Netherlands and Prince of Orange.” 

Max always hated these announcements. Like, why did they have to always say his middle name and all the titles that came with it? He put on a gentle smile and waved to the crowds around him. Thankfully, his dressers had decided to forgo the kingly robes and opted for a nice suit with his pins. Definitely fitting for the Dutch Grand Prix. 

This would be his ninth to attend since taking the throne at 18-years-old after his father passed away. The kind always enjoyed seeing the Orange Army at the home race. 

After greeting everyone, he was led to the special box. Apparently, more than one royal had decided to attend as well. Max’s shoulders loosened when his eyes landed on a familiar figure. 

“Charles!”

Charles Marc Herve Perceval Leclerc, The Sovereign Prince of the Principality of Monaco. Max was always glad that his mother only chose one middle name for him instead of three. 

The prince’s green eyes widened at the sight of the Dutchman. He waved off whoever he was speaking to and all but glided across the room. The two forwent the formalities and brought each other into a hug. 

Max leaned back a bit to look the Monegasque in the eye. 

“What are you doing here? Monaco not enough for you?” 

There was a playful glint in his eyes as Charles rolled his. The brunet gestured to a plush couch in the corner, one that Max was excited to sit in. 

Charles began to speak, a small smile on his face, “Well as you know, my brother is currently dating one of the drivers on the grid. And it is her home race so Arthur wanted to come watch.” 

Max nodded, understanding perfectly. He knew exactly who Charles was talking about.

Y/n L/n, the only female driver, who currently was working on her fourth World Champion.

“And where is your brother now?” 

“He’s in the garage,” Charles rolled his eyes. He had wanted to go, but an ambassador had insisted that he needed to talk to the prince. 

“Why don’t we head there. I always want to say hello to my race winner.” 

Now, Max and Y/n had a very loving sibling relationship. The king had watched her grow up karting and made sure to sponsor her and support her through her career. Without his support, the girl would not have been able to continue. Yet, when you put the royal Dutch crest on your Formula 3 car, someone has to know that it means something. 

This would be her 4th season in Red Bull, having been 19 when she joined in 2019. She was only 20 when she won her first World Championship, breaking the record for the youngest ever to dominate the sport. 

Now she was 24 and is on a path to win her fourth in only five races if she keeps up the winning streak. Max was only older by 3 years, yet he watched over her like a very protective older brother. 

He and Charles had made their way down to the pitlane, much to their advisors’ chagrin. They passed by the Mercedes garage to say hello to King Lewis Hamilton III and then George Russell, Duke of Sussex. The two Brits had been friends or well, colleagues, with the other two reigning monarchs for quite some time. They were currently backing Kimi Antonelli and Mick Schumacher, the current driver line up for Mercedes.

Right next to the silver garage stood a very orange and bright one. Max was excited to see Lando Norris, Duke of York also in attendance. He was very close with the two Aussie drivers, Oscar Piastri and Daniel Ricciardo. 

Down the line was Williams, who was attending to a very eager Logan Sargeant, the President of the United States’ kid. Max was fond of the blond and often said hello to him whenever he got the chance in diplomatic settings. 

But finally, they were able to reach the big navy garage. Max could definitely pick up Arthur’s almost French accent everywhere. But, his ears were tuned to the sound of your Dutch accent that was similar to his. 

“Geitje!” he called out, finding your blond hair against the navy racing suit. 

You looked over your shoulder, pausing the conversation with your boyfriend. You rolled your eyes when you saw Max in his kingly splendor. You took a few steps toward the fellow Dutch and gave him a hug. 

“I told you to quit calling me that. I’m not a kid anymore, or was never a goat for that matter.” 

Charles took this moment to catch up with his brother. 

Max looked down at you fondly. “You’ll always be that small kid whose suit was two sizes too big on her.” 

You honestly wanted to cry, but you kept the tears in. There was a race that you needed to win. 

“Are you going to give me my trophy this year?” 

“Don’t I every year?” 

You looked up in mock thought. “Well, there was that one year that you had appendicitis and your mom gave me my trophy.” 

Max lightly nudged you. “That was one year, let it go.” 

You grumbled. “Well I hope that someone won’t break my trophy this year.” 

Your teammate, Ollie Bearman, popped his head up from where he was looking at his tyres. 

“It was one year Y/n! One year!” 

You giggled at the disgruntled yells from the British Driver. Ollie had been one of your favorite teammates. 

Your first year, you were paired with the golden boy himself, Sebastian Vettel, before he retired with one last championship. And then your first year as world champion, you were paired with Oscar Piastri before he left for McLaren. Ollie had been your teammate for the past two years, but you had a feeling that he’d stick around for more than a year. 

You got the heads up that the race would be starting soon. You turned back to Max. 

“Are you staying here or do you have to go?” 

Max had a mischievous glint in his eyes and was about to reply before being interrupted. 

“Actually, their royal highnesses need to return to the royal box.” 

Max fought the urge to roll his eyes. You only laughed and pushed him in the direction of the exit. 

“Go, I’ll see you at the top.” 

“Blijf veilig, alsjeblieft,” Max softly pleaded. 

He really hated that you put your life on the line every weekend for the job that you loved. He remembers the first time you had a terrifying crash when you were unconscious until they got you to the hospital. He was told that you probably wouldn’t wake up. However, you defied the odds and were back in the seat for the next race. 

You responded, just as gentle, “Voor jou, mijn koning, altijd.” 

When Max left, he turned around one last time and witnessed you giving Arthur a quick kiss before he put your helmet on. It was something that the two of you had been doing since you started dating almost two years ago. 

The Dutch king was back to walking with Charles to the box. 

“So, when is he proposing.” 

He hadn’t expected an answer, but was surprised when he got one. 

Charles gave Max a look. “They’re actually going to a restaurant, and he plans to propose tonight.” 

Max’s eyes widened at the confession. But, he got over it quickly before gently smiling. You deserved happiness, and you found that in his closest friend’s brother. 

“So will she have to stop racing for royal duties?” the blond questioned. 

Charles shook his head. “Non. Arthur will step down.” 

Max clapped him on the back. “Guess you and Alexandra need to start with some heirs huh?” 

Charles squinted up at him. “Says the man who currently needs to propose as well.” 

The prince got the last laugh as he left Max stuttering for a comeback. 

You won the race like Max knew you would. The king watched as you held your head up high as the Dutch National Anthem played loudly through the crowds. He saw the crowds of orange, the only ones rivaling the red Tifosi at Monza. 

The crowds were shouting, “De Langverwachte! Onze kleine leeuw!” 

The Long Awaited. 

Their Little Lion. 

Max had always wished for a champion from his home country. Something to ode back to the sport he loved as a kid. His wish came true in the form of you. People talked as the king publicly backed the only female driver on the grid. But he knew that you were something special. He was there as you took the championship from Vettel in the last lap of the 2020 season fair and square. Obviously he was thankful that there was no safety car to ruin your race of any kind. You had coped brilliantly against your older teammate and your talent truly showed.

Max was given the signal to head out with the hand painted trophy. He was honestly kind of scared to drop it. But he made it across the stage and handed it out to you.

You proudly took the trophy from Max after you bowed in respect. He may have been your friend, but he was your king first. 

The ceramic trophy was held high once it was safely in your hands. Jokingly you hugged it tight as you gently stepped down off the podium. Ollie gawked at your childishness before spraying you with the champagne. 

With trophy set down a nice ways away, you took your own bottle. Except, instead of spraying Ollie, you pointed it at Max, whose jaw was on the floor as you came after him with the liquid. 

If you were having fun now, you wouldn’t expect what was coming later that night. 

And you said yes. 

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“Zusje!”

Your eyes widened at the familiar squeaky and young voice. You turned your whole body away from your race engineer to only be taken down in the knees. Once you were on the floor, you laps was immediately filled with a small body that had bleach blond hair and bright blue eyes. 

“Maxy, Ik heb je gemist Kleintje!” 

“Uh Y/n, is everything good?” Charles’s voice sounded from above. You stared back at your teammate in the red overalls. You grabbed under the child’s arms and hoisted him up along with yourself. 

“Yep! Charles meet Max. Max meet Charlie.” 

Max’s small eyes widened before he tucked himself in your neck. Your hand came up and rubbed his back as you cooed. You turned back to Charles. 

“He’s a bit shy in front of his favorite driver.” 

You poked Max’s side and his giggles filled the room. The small one turned his head and peered at the Monegasque whose eyes were wide, looking at the child in his teammate’s arms. 

“Didn’t know you had a kid.” 

Your jaw dropped at his statement. 

“He’s not my kid, idiot. He’s my brother,” you hissed, lightly bouncing Max up and down as you swayed side to side. 

“Oooohhhh.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah oh. I’m younger than you.” 

“One night stand?” 

“Charles!”

The brunet laughed loudly, making Max giggle a bit with him. You looked down into his blue eyes. 

“Oh so you think that’s funny hm? I’m getting bullied.” 

Max only giggled more before pointing at Charles. 

“Rari?” 

You lovingly stared at him in your arms. “Yep, Rari.” You saw how Charles was staring at Max. “You want to hold him?” 

Charles dropped everything (only his water bottle) and reached out to take Max. Once he was in Charles’s arms, Max immediately rested his head on his shoulder and gripped the red suit. You smiled fondly at the two. 

“He’s so small,” Charles whispered after seeing the kid’s eyes close in slumber. 

You ruffled the spiky blond hair. “Yeah, he’s only 3 though. Full of wonder.” 

“Y/n!” 

Ah, there was your mother. You looked over and saw Sophie walking with your other sister Victoria. Thankfully, your dad was nowhere to be found. After you found out what he had done to Max, you put in a restraining order against him immediately. 

It was a hard discussion with your mom when you told her that she needed to divorce him. Tears were shed and hearts were broken. But, you never wanted to see another bruise on your younger brother again. 

It was fine if he did that to you. But to Max? 

Jos wouldn’t stand a chance against your anger. He had shaped you to be like him. 

A racer. A winner. The best. 

But being the best wasn’t supposed to be the most important anymore. And if he wanted you to be like him, then he’ll get his own anger thrown back into his face. You remembered how your fist met his eye after you found Max alone with him one night. An ugly purple thing covered Max’s tiny wrist and there was a scratch on his face. 

You had just returned home from a triple header and wanted to surprise your family. Only, you came home to Max’s screams of terror and Jos Verstappen yelling. You didn’t think, you just did. Sophie and Victoria returned home to multiple police cars and an ambulance in front of the house. When they finally were told what happened, they found you covering Max’s body with your arms as you spoke to one of the paramedics. A blanket was draped around your shoulders and a bruise was forming on your face as well. 

After that, you moved your entire family to Monaco with you. Your house was plenty bit and you only shared it with Charles whenever he came over to play FIFA. But now, whenever he wanted to play, you insisted on going to his house. 

It might have been to protect your family. Or it might have had to do with a certain handsome brother that Charles had. 

Definitely the first one.   

Hence why Charles had never met Max beforehand. But that also didn’t stop the little gremlin from choosing Charles as his favorite driver and not his sister. 

It’s not like you were bitter or anything. 

You walked toward your family and gave the two women a hug. 

“I’m glad that you could come today!” you told them, truly happy at their arrival. It wasn’t like it was a big race. You had already won the championship last week, which sadly they weren’t able to make it. But Max was still up past his bedtime when you got home after. The kid sleepily muttered that he was glad you won, even though you had beaten Charles. Yet, you reminded him that Charles had won the year before and it was sissy’s turn. 

Sophie looked at Max in Charles’s arms. “He’s so comfortable. I honestly thought he’d be scared of men after what happened.” 

Victoria nodded in agreement. 

You crossed your arms. “I think that Max knows that dad wasn’t a good man. And well, he still loves Lando though.” 

“Is that Max?” 

Speaking of. 

Max’s head jerked up from Charles’s shoulder at the familiar voice. His little head swerved in the direction of the papaya clad driver. 

“Lanno!” 

Max started to squirm in the captive arms. Charles quickly set him down, not wanting him to fall. Max immediately ran to the Briton, who picked him up with ease. At the sight of the two, Charles pouted. 

You knocked him with your shoulder. “Don’t’ worry, you’re still his favorite. He bought Max a toy McLaren for his birthday and Max demanded that I paint it red and add a 16 on the side.” 

Charles seemed to gleam with pride at the confession. 

“Don’t tell Lando though. He’d be devastated.” 

What Lando didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. 

“Hey little man. You ready to watch the race?” 

Max’s head bobbed quickly. 

“Are you going to watch Lanno win?” 

At that, Max shook his head making Lando’s eyes widened. 

“Little Verstappen I am hurt.” Lando clutched his hand to his heart in mock hurt. Max only stared at him while the McLaren driver put on a bit of a show. 

Charles piped up from beside you. “Max, is Charlie going to win?” 

Max, once again, shook his head. Now that made you confused, because Max always cheered for Charles. You cocked your head as you looked at your brother. 

“Then who Maxy?” 

The boy shyly pointed at you before muttering, “Zusje gaat jullie allemaal verslaan.” 

Not that made you laugh out loud, causing even more confusion to the two male drivers. You covered your mouth as you continued to laugh. Sophie and Victoria laughing as well. 

You smirked at your rival and teammate. 

“He said I’m going to kick your asses.” 

Max gasped as he heard your words. 

“Bad words!” 

Max pouted as he was put down by Lando. His little legs ran to you and his arms stretched out wanting you to pick him up. You squatted and scooped him up. Your arms tightened around him as he tried his best to hug you. 

“Sorry for the bad words kid.” 

“’S ok,” he slurred, getting even more tired. It was definitely his nap time. And it was time to get in your car. You handed him back to Sophie, who gave you a kiss on your head as you stooped. You gave a quick hug to Victoria before going back to kiss Max’s head. 

“I’ll win for you ok?” 

Obviously, he couldn’t hear you, but you would say it anyway. You turned away from your family to get ready. 

“Going soft on me L/n?” Lando quipped, making his way out of your garage. 

You discreetly flipped him off, to which he laughed at as he left. It took about 30 minutes to get in the car and get everything ready. You swerved your head, making sure the helmet was tight. Your eyes flitted about the garage and caught sight of your family again. Max was now wide awake and waving at you. 

Your gloved hand reached out and displayed your fingers wide. The little boy reached over in his mom’s arms and clapped your hand with his small one. You were given the signal that it was time and drove off once Sophie was out of the way. 

Her and Max watched as you rounded the corner in your red Ferrari, out of sight. 

Sophie leaned down and kissed her youngest’s head.

“Mijn baby, zal zus winnen?” 

Max’s small voice was just loud enough for her to hear. 

“Ja mama, sij is kampioen.” 

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(btw - I made the max pic because no one has good edits of him in a ferrari suit)

“Scuderia Ferrari Signs Y/n L/n for the 2024 Season”

“Ferrari Mistake? The Formula 1 Team Signs the Youngest Driver to Date” 

“Ferrari Becomes the First Formula 1 Team to Sign Female Driver” 

“Former F1 Champion Lorenzo Alessandrino Backs Goddaughter as Her Race Engineer” 

“How Will Verstappen React to His Younger Teammate on the Track?” 

You hadn’t known what to expect when you arrived at the paddock first thing on Saturday morning. You had convinced Lorenzo to bring you early so you could at least avoid some of the crowds, if not all. However, it seemed like everyone else liked that plan as well, and the paddock was full. 

You hung back near Enzo as the two of you walked side by side. Your hands gripped your backpack straps hard, turning your knuckles almost stark white. Thankfully, your sunglasses kept your wide and scared eyes from the public. It wasn’t that you were scared of people. It’s what you thought that they thought about you that made you nervous. 

Just 17 and baby faced. 

Something that wasn’t heard of in 2024. Yet, with older drivers retiring back and forth, the FIA had to make new changes to deal with the need of rookie drivers. Hence why Lorenzo pushed to have Ferrari sign you as early as possible. You basically went from karting, to Formula 2 and didn’t even start your second season. 

It came as a shock when Lewis Hamilton finally retired after only one year at Ferrari. You had thought that he’d want to get one more championship to make it to 9. But, life throws curveballs and it was headed straight to you. 

Now you had to face your new teammate, a champion himself, Max Verstappen. You let out a sigh of relief when you noticed that he was talking to Charles Leclerc and Fernando Alonso. The two black Mercedes polos stood out in contrast to Max’s red one. You took a quick glance at the two drivers and realized that they were already watching you. 

Your cheeks heated up as you quickened your steps to get to the garage faster. Once you were in the safety of the garage, you let out a deep sigh. 

Lorenzo looked at you with a sad smile. He knew you were going to be overwhelmed for the entire day. He took his backpack off and reached down in, fingers feeling for your headphones. He took them out and handed them to you. 

You immediately put them on, connected them to your phone, turned on the music, and got to work on your racing journal. You wanted to go over your notes before the race. While you were distracted, Enzo took a little walk, trying to find some coffee. 

He ended up walking past the group of three drivers and smiled at Charles. The Italian knew of him growing up and was excited to see him in a team that gave him a good championship winning car. 

He nodded his head toward your new teammate. “Max.” 

Max’s eyes lightened at the familiar face. “Enzo!” 

The two bro-hugged before parting, letting Enzo greet the two Merc drivers. When he was done, Max had a teasing attitude. 

“Can’t convince you to stay as my engineer? Don’t get me wrong, I love GP, but you knew me better.” 

Enzo smiled and shook his head. “No can do. Gotta take care of my kid.” 

Fernando entered the conversation. “Where is she? We saw her walking but then she disappeared.” 

The older man scratched his head. “Yeah, she tends to do that. She’s a bit nervous.” 

Charles scoffed. “I’ll say. They shouldn’t have said anything until Wednesday. Sky Sports announced it way too early.” 

The Monegasque had something similar happen to him when he first joined Mercedes. It had all been planned that he would take Valtteri Bottas’s seat mid-season. Yet, Sky Sports announced it before Mercedes had a chance to even say that Bottas had wanted to retire early due to an illness. The media had made Charles into a seat-stealing villain his first season. 

The engineer nodded sadly. “I think she’s also nervous about the team.” 

Max looked at him with a shocked expression. “The team?” 

Enzo waved his hands. “She has full confidence. Y/n’s a bit nervous about trying to be on your level Max.” 

Well, that didn’t settle well with the Dutchman. Great, he was excited to have such a young teammate: someone who he could get along with and help them grow in the sport. But now, you were afraid of him? 

“She’s not scared of you Max, just nervous.” 

Oh. He said that out loud. 

Max glanced back at the garage. “Can I go talk to her.” 

Enzo nodded before handing him a pen. “I forgot to give this to her, she’ll be looking for it. You don’t mind giving it to her right?” 

“Not at all,” he responded, thankful for something that could break the ice between the two of you. 

Max grasped the pen and made his way to the overly bright red garage. He really wished Ferrari would take a page out of Mercedes’s book and make everything black. But no, they had to show off the corsa rosso red. 

You were too busy writing some notes down, with the wrong pen, to notice Max’s shoes now in your line of sight. The Dutchman lightly nudged your own shoe, which had your head jerking up to look at him. 

Your eyes widened and your hands reached to pull your headphones off. 

Max only smiled down at you. He thought that you looked like a scared mouse. He wondered if you were quiet like one as well. 

“Mind if I sit?” he asked. 

You could only shake your head no and scoot over as Max sat down on the concrete near you. The two of you sat in silence as you continued to scribble. Max suddenly remembered the pen in his hand. 

“Here. Enzo wanted me to give this to you.” 

Your fingers lightly touched his as you grabbed it from him. 

To Max, you also reminded him of his sister at this age. Shy, meek, quiet. But he had seen your videos and your impressiveness on the track. Your overtakes were nothing to be overlooked. He heard you sigh as the pen now nicely glided over the pages. 

The Dutchman let his eyes wander over the pages. He noticed that you were even taking notes on him as well.

You didn’t look at him, but you spoke, “If you break a bit later on turn 4, you can cut off another tenth.” 

Your voice gave Max whiplash as he wasn’t expecting you to talk to him without being prompted. His mind ran as he tried to remember turn 4. When he did the calculations he was surprised to find that you were correct. 

“How did you..” 

“I watched your onboards from last season. You’re very, what’s the word,” you gave him a smirk, “predictable.” 

Max’s jaw dropped, which caused you to laugh a bit. Max, although shocked, was glad that you were coming out of your shell a bit. 

He leaned over to whisper, “Are you overwhelmed with the red as much as I am.” 

You smiled as you whispered back, “It is positively draining. Why can’t they do black like Mercedes?” 

Max threw his hands up. “That’s what I’ve been saying.” 

You pretended to think. “What if we gang up on them. They can’t resist both drivers.” 

Max put on a weird accent, making his voice higher. “It’s either change the garage and everything to black or we walk.” 

That made you snort which caused Max to wheeze. 

Enzo was just on his way back with two coffees (both for him) when he heard the sound of you laughs mixed with Max’s. He smiled fondly at the two drivers. He took a sip before putting on his bright red headphones that he needed for qualifying. He coughed a bit, but it was soon over. Nothing like the sickness that he barely beat back in 2019. He was thankful that he got to continue to watch you grow. 

Max asked, “How far do you think you’ll get in qualifying?” 

You thought for a moment. “Uh, I hope to make it to Q2 if possible.”

The Dutchman lifted his hand to ruffle your hair. Your hands swatted at him as you pouted. 

“I think you can get farther.” 

You only shrugged. “We’ll see.” 

The car was definitely your safe space. You felt as though you could finally breathe easier. 

“Radio check please.” 

“Loud and clear Enzo.” 

“Ok, let’s get this bread.” 

You shook your head as you sat in the car. “Please never say that again.” 

Much to your and the team’s delight, you made it past Q1 and Q2. And you ended Q3 in the second row in P3. Max had just missed pole by mere hundredths. Charles Leclerc always had scarily good one lappers in the third session. 

Max gave you a giant hug at the end of the session, very glad at your positioning. 

As he had his arms around you, he thought to himself. 

“Yeah. You were going to be great.” 

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The big letters stood out to Max as his eyes began to water. 

“Not Applicable for Adoption at this Time” was all the top said. He hadn’t bothered to read the rest. He knew what it was going to say. It’s what every letter said for the past few months. 

They weren’t approved. 

They traveled too much. 

There weren’t any in their preferred age group that were adoptable right now. 

They wouldn’t be able to take care of a baby. 

They were…Max didn’t even want to mention the word. 

He glanced at the gold band that adorned his ring finger on his left hand. The sight made his eyes water more. The paper was quickly crumpled and thrown to the side. The Dutchman leaned forward and put his hands over his face and just sobbed. 

They had been trying for so long. The conversation had started two years ago as they lied in bed one night. They were nearing the ends of their careers, but they hadn’t wanted to wait until they were retired. They were sure in their marriage enough to where they both could handle a baby in their lives. 

A mini them running around, playing with Jimmy and Sassy. The thought was too much to bear right now though. 

The door clicked but Max hadn’t heard, he just continued to sob. 

“Amore, I’m back from the shop. They had the pastries that you really liked. Amore?”

Max started sobbing harder. Before he heard knew it, strong arms wrapped around his shoulders. He heard a big sigh as a head rested against his back. 

“Another one?” 

Max didn’t even reply, but his sobs had subsided into quiet sniffles. Charles glanced over at the crumpled paper that had been tossed to the side. He’s told Max time and time again to wait until he gets home to read them, but the older was always a bit too excited or anxious to wait. He bit his tough, not wanting to say anything that could upset the Dutchman even more. 

“It will be all right.” 

“Will it?” Max bit back, full of sadness and anger. But, it wasn’t anger at Charles. He was angry at the world. 

“It will,” Charles hummed. However, the Monegasque was also getting run down by all the rejection letters. He didn’t know how much more he could take. But, he wanted to be strong for Max. For himself. For their hopeful future child. 

“Every time Charlie. Every time, it’s always a different excuse.” 

“Our time will come.” 

“But what if it doesn’t? We aren’t getting any younger Charles.” 

The Monegasque harshly inhaled. He stopped rubbing Max’s back. Although, he really didn’t know when he started. 

He went to say something, yet his phone rang loudly, breaking the silence of the room. Charles muttered something about wanting to hang up, but his breath hitched at the sight of the name at the top of his phone. His thumb had never pressed the answer button. 

He quickly put the call on speaker. 

“Bonjour?”

“Ah, Mr. Verstappen?”  

“This is he.” 

“Is your husband here with you?” 

Max perked up at the question. His eyes were bloodshot, but he was now paying attention. He scooted even closer to Charles, face almost in the phone. 

Charles chuckled at Max’s closeness. 

“Oui, he is here.” 

“Ok, so we just got a call from the Princess Grace Hospital. We think you want to come here for this.” 

Max gulped before whispering. “It is what we think it is?” 

Charles held his breath as he and Max waited for the answer. 

“Why don’t you come find out.”

The two of them could hear the playfulness as the their adoption agent hung up the phone. They looked into each other’s eyes before they dashed around, getting their shoes on. Max almost tripped as he hopped on one foot, his shoe getting caught on his finger. Charles chuckled as he bent to tie his own shoe. 

Max was halfway out the door, still waiting. 

“Come on Charlie.”

“Mon amore, are you forgetting something?” 

Max patted his pockets and realized he forgot the key that were now dangling on Charles’s finger. 

“Oh.” 

Charles rolled his eyes as he walked toward the door, grabbing Max’s waste as he walked. The Dutchman quickly followed him to the Monegasque’s Ferrari Purosangue. He bought the SUV when he and Max put in their first adoption profile. 

Max huffed as he noticed that Charles was going below the speed limit. 

“Baby, can you maybe, hurry up?” 

Charles only hummed as a reply. He did step on the gas a bit, but the Monaco speeds were slow as it. It wasn’t their fault that they drove ridiculously fast cars and his husband was currently high strung. 

Charles put his hand on Max’s thigh and started to rub small circles, which in the long run did help Max calm down a bit. 

The Dutchman had calmed down some by the time they parked in front. Charles started to get out of the car, but Max’s hand grabbed his arm before he got far. Charles recognized the look of fear on his husband’s face. His pointer finger found the golden band on Max’s finger and started to rub it. 

“What if- What if- What if it happens again.” 

Charles’s eyes drooped a bit at the sadness in Max’s voice. 

“But what if it doesn’t?” 

A glimmer of hope came back to Max’s eyes as he places a chaste kiss on Charles’s lips. 

“Let’s go.”

With an unbuckle of his seatbelt, Max was out the door. Charles had to catch up to Max’s larger steps. His hand soon found Max’s as they walked in. He squeezed three times, and got three in return. 

Charles look the lead as they approached the front desk. The lady at the computer had a nice attitude as she gave them a smile when she looked up from her screen. 

“May I help you gentlemen?” 

“Ah, yes, my husband and I got a call from our adoption agent, Mitch Walker.” 

The lady’s eyebrows raised as she started to type on her computer once again. Max bounced in his place, willing the lady to type faster. 

“Ah, floor three, room 89.” 

“Thank you,” Charles stated, already watching Max walk toward the elevator. He chuckled as he slowly followed, knowing the elevator would arrive when he got there. Inside the contraption, Max read the list of floors. 

His finger traced them until he got to the third floor. 

“Charlie.”

Charles looked where his finger had landed. 

Delivery floor.

Before Charles could react, the elevator doors opened. They both bolted into the hallway. 

86. 

87. 

88. 

89. 

They both paused in front. 

“Ready?” 

“Ready.” 

Charles grabbed the nob and slowly twisted. The room was a bit dim and Mitch was standing in the middle of the room. She turned at the sound of the door and a smile made a way on her face. 

“Hi guys,” she whispered. She stepped closer and pulled a curtain that cut the room in half. 

“Hi,” Charles replied, also whispering. 

Mitch put her hands together. “So, we have a little someone who was given up today. If everything goes well, you two might be going home with a baby today.” 

Tears welled up in Max’s eyes at her words. He choked down a sob and bit his knuckle.

“I just need you two to wash your hands and then you can meet her.” 

Charles whispered, “Her?” 

Mitch only nodded. 

This time, Charles was the one to let out a small sob. They gingerly walked over to the sink, hands bumping into each other as they rinsed under the water. Once dry, Mitch dragged the curtain back over. 

In the middle of the smaller section near a couch, lied a bassinet. With bated breath, Charles and Max peered over. Tears now welling in both their eyes. Max’s finger gently moved towards the baby’s face. 

He lightly grazed the soft cheek, causing the baby to squirm. Max had never jerked his hand away from something faster. Charles let out a small and quiet laugh. The baby’s hand was open, inviting Charles to put his finger in the tiny palm. 

The baby suddenly curled her fingers around the one finger, eyes suddenly opening. The Dutchman wanted to cry once again. Her green eyes peered up at him. Max’s eyes caught a tuft of hair and he gently pulled back the tiny hat. Blond hair appeared in a small bit. He gently pulled the hat back into place. 

His blond hair. 

Charles’s green eyes. 

Charles turned to Mitch. 

“Can I hold her.” 

A single nod had Charles scooping the baby in his arms, and he placed her on his chest. His body leaned back just a bit to accommodate her. Max immediately took his phone out and took a picture. He was definitely going to use that as his lock screen picture from now on. 

Max watched as Charles sat on the small couch in the corner. Max followed suit and sat next to him. 

The baby was looking right at him. 

“Hello little one,” he whispered, finding the courage to graze her face once again. A small smile appeared on the girl’s face, but it was short lived. But, Max had seen it and he was happy that it was directed at him. 

“-ax, Amore.”

His eyes shot up to Charles’s face. 

“Yes?” 

The brunet rolled his eyes. “I asked: Do you want to hold her?” 

Max could only nod. Charles gently handed her over to his husband and watched as his big hands cradled the baby. One hand was gently placed on her bum and the other on her head. He cooed at the man and baby, seeing tears stream down his face. 

Mitch quietly approached the couple. “So, it seems like everything is going well. I can almost read your minds and I got your application approved. It’ll take a while for everything to come in but you are good to take her home.” 

Charles stood and gave her a giant hug: big enough for the both of them. She patted Charles’s back before grinning widely again. 

“You know, she doesn’t have a name yet.” 

Max’s head whipped from the baby to the woman. 

“We get to name her?” he questioned, heart filling with so much love. There were so many names that he and Charles had picked out. The first name would be something special, something not used before. The middle names would be in honor of loved ones past and present. And then, the baby would take both last names. 

Mitch came over with a certificate and pen in hand. 

“Do you two know or do you need a moment?” 

Max nodded at Charles and then looked back down at the beautiful green eyes that stared up with him. 

Charles did the honors. 

“Her name is Y/n Julia Sophie Pascale Antoinette Leclerc-Verstappen.” 

Little Y/n. Oh how the world wasn’t ready. But it would welcome her with open arms.

Earth 959589 

“Shit!” you yelled, tumbling out of bed. You were late, oh you were so late. Max was going to kill you and you could say goodbye to your seat. 

Before the season even started. 

You tripped as you pulled on a shoe, face planting back into the bed. Your phone was currently blowing up with notifications as it rested on the side table. You hastily pulled on your Red Bull polo and grabbed your jeans. Your foot got stuck since you put your shoes on first. 

Great move Y/n, great move. 

You finally got a hand on your phone and answered the call. 

“Where are you? Max is close to having an aneurism,” your race engineer hissed through the phone.  

“I know Charles, but my alarm never went off!” 

Your head was pressing your phone to your shoulder as you talked and walked toward the elevator. 

“Just please get here ASAP,” he sighed. You could see the man rubbing his eyebrows, even if you couldn’t see him. 

“I’m getting in the car now.” 

“You better be thankful. I’ll see you here.” 

When you arrived to the paddock, you went directly to the interviews, which you were late for as well. You winced as you walked in front of everyone and sat down, face ablaze in red. 

Lando poked your side. At least he went with the polo so you two could be matching some. He leaned over when a question was directed to Arthur. 

“Max is going to kill you.” He smirked as he leaned away. Your microphone accidentally picked up the smack to his shoulder. Some eyes landed on you as you tried to duck away. 

Arthur looked over at you. “Nice of you to join us champ.” 

You shrugged. “My alarm didn’t go off.” 

“Sure.” 

Your jaw dropped. “Excuse you?” 

Before you could get any farther, a journalist asked a question directed toward you. 

“Y/n, if I may, how is this season a bit different than last?” 

Your eyes looked up as you thought of a good answer. “Uh, well, there was a lot of change within Red Bull this past winter break. My old teammate went to being my team principal. And then he somehow convinced Charles to join as well and be my race engineer.” 

A scoff came from Arthur that cause you to lean to look at him. 

“Are you all right Leclerc?” 

The Monegasque rolled his eyes. 

“I would like to have my brother back please.” 

“Well, too bad I got him first. And then back to my question. Lando became my teammate and he’s giving me a run for my money.” 

Lando smirked at that statement. 

“Ah yes, the cheeky little bugger he is. But, I’m really on track for my second championship. Maybe next year I’ll let Lando get one.” 

The journalist thanked you for your good answer.

Fortunately the press conference ended after that. Yet, it was unfortunate for you since you could feel Max’s glare from miles away. You stopped, causing Arthur to bump into your back. 

“Any chance I can come hide in your driver’s room?” 

Arthur shook his head yes, giving you some hope. 

“No.” 

You visibly deflated as you watched him walk toward the bright red garage. 

A sigh left your lips as you stalked toward the garage. Charles gave you a sympathetic look as you walked past. His hand rubbed your shoulder until he gently pushed you toward Max. You winced under the Dutchman’s glare. 

“My office Y/n.” 

You could only follow him into the office. You took the first seat you passed in front of the large desk. Max rubbed his eyebrows and sighed. But, you panicked. 

“I’m so sorry Max. I swore I turned on my alarms last night, but I was up late going over data again because I can’t let the team down again like last race. I know that I can make up the speed. And then my phone was on silent and then I tripped on my shoe and the car got stuck in traffic. I swear I went straight to the conference. I won’t be late again I promise, just please don’t take away my seat.” 

Max watched in horror as you lost your composure right in front of him. This monologue only told him that you were truly scared that he’d kick you off the team because of a little DNF last race. His heart dropped as he saw tears stream down your face as you visibly shook. 

He stood up quickly and rounded the desk. His hands dropped on your shoulders. 

“Kid, kid. Listen to me. You’re not going to lose your seat. I was just worried when you didn’t show up and when you didn’t answer mine or Charles’s calls.” 

“Oh.” 

Max wanted to laugh. “Yes, oh. Do you remember all the times I used to show up late? The times that Charles showed up late as well?” 

You let out a chuckle as you remembered both Ferrari drivers would show up a bit late. No one ever seemed to mind. You let out a sigh of relief. 

Max stood up and walked toward the door. “Now, let’s go out there and what do we do?” 

“Kick names and take ass!” 

Max rolled his eyes. “Sure kid. Sure.” 

Earth 1218 - Present Earth   

You gasped as you sat up in your bed. 

“Kid?” Max questioned, head popping up from the couch. Vegas had been super early again and you and Max didn’t want to go back to the hotel when you had FP2 soon. So, the two of you just curled up in his driver’s room. His voice was groggy as he had just gotten up from an interrupted nap as well. 

You clutched your head and groaned. 

“I had such weird dreams.” 

“Oh. Tell me?” Max’s head was already back down on his pillow. 

“You were a king, and then you were my younger brother?” 

Max snorted but let you continue. He knew that you wouldn’t remember in the morning anyway. 

“And then you were my teammate at Ferrari and Charles drove for Mercedes, Enzo was there. Oh, and then you and Charles were married.” 

“Kid you have been watching too many Lestappen edits on Twitter and TikTok.” 

You only grumbled. 

“I do not. Finally you were my team principal.” 

“Strange. Go back to sleep.” 

Max never got an answer back, because you were already zonked. He chucked and turned back over, phone clenched in his hand as he watched the edit of Charles’s 2022 sunset lap into his 2023 pre-storm qualification. However, he didn’t know that his volume was so loud. 

“He was sunshine, I was midnight rain…And I could see it all in my mind…” 

“I KNEW IT! YOU WATCH THEM TOO!” 

“GO TO SLEEP!” 

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[disneyprincemuke]

daylight * mv1

it’s been 2 years since that fateful night in christian’s home, here’s how life is currently going for you and max

pairings: max verstappen x fem!reader

warnings: fluff smh

notes: HAHA u really thought i'm over midnights yet here i am! this has been sitting in my drafts for like weeks but i got really really carried away by my femdriver series like its crazy

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your hands are on your hips, shying behind the doorframe away from max’s camera. he climbs out of his simulator’s seat and freezes when he meets your eyes.

“darling!” he greets you with a wide smile and open arms.

you step away right before he can pull you in for a hug, giving him a knowing stare. “don’t ‘darling’ me. you know what you did.”

max slumps his shoulders with a sheepish smile as realisation slowly dawns him. “i’m sorry. i was streaming and i completely forgot about the dishes.”

you sigh with a small smile on your face. “i’ll let you off this one time because you’re very polite about it.”

“i’m always polite to my darling,” max says airily, leaning forward with his lips puckered out. you raise your eyebrows in amusement and tilt your head. he frowns. “give me a kiss!”

“no way!” you laugh, turning the other way towards the kitchen. “you didn’t even wash the dishes! naughty boys don’t deserve kisses!”

“if i wash them, will you kiss me?” max asks, chasing after you. he rests his forearm on your shoulder and grins.

“yeah, cause then you wouldn’t be a naughty boy.”

“alright, i’ll go wash them,” max grins, puffing his chest out as he stomps past you to the kitchen. “come watch me wash the dishes like a good boy.”

you throw your head back, laughing as you follow behind him. you’re still in your office clothes, hair pinned back in what’s deemed a professional style and makeup still caking your face.

“how was work?” max starts, starting to wipe away at the dishes with a soap-soaked sponge. “what did you have for lunch?”

“it was alright,” you shrug, lips pressed together into a small grin. “i had some pasta for lunch down the street from the office. we should really go — it’s very good!”

max raises his eyebrows with a small grin. “it must be very good — you’re not much of a pasta person.”

“yeah, but they convinced me to get pasta. told me it was really delicious,” you nod excitedly, hopping up the counter to take a seat right by him. “and i have to give it to them. they’re so right that i’m taking my 5-time world champion fiancé with me to eat there.”

max had surprisingly proposed to you one evening while you going around singapore together after the race. you had spent the entire evening with friends at dinner and spent a good part exploring the country in the late hours.

you wound up in bed exhausted from all the walking, and max walked out of the hotel room’s toilet with flushed cheeks and an expression on his face that you’d never forget.

he was teary eyed recounting the night of your breakup — you don’t speak about it anymore — and talked about how he was so scared to lose you for good at the time.

you were so confused, not knowing where all the emotions had come from. until he fished for something in the pocket of his sweatpants and dropped down on one knee.

completely unexpected — the last time you talked about potentially getting married was a couple of months prior. never to be brought up again.

as far as either of you were concerned, there was no need to rush into something like marriage. as max said before, it didn’t really matter as long as you were together.

he walked the paddocks with you, hand in hand with the goofiest smiles on your faces all weekend. he was just so glad that it’s another year he spent in singapore walking out with you.

you rested your head on his shoulder as you awaited your friends and he instantly knew that he had to ask you that night. he would have asked you on the spot if it weren’t for the ring resting comfortably in his suitcase back in the hotel room.

max scoffs jokingly, flicking his head to the side to act like he’s flipping his air. “ugh, your fiancé?” he scowls slightly. “did he even get you a ring?”

you gasp, your hand held up to your chest, the diamond on your finger reflecting the soft lights off the kitchen ceiling. “of course he did! my fiancé took days finding the perfect ring for me!”

max squints his eyes to look at it.

“ugh, he sounds pretentious.”

“he’s perfect,” you say calmly, a hand resting on his shoulder. you inch your face towards his with your lips puckered. “he’s my favourite person in the whole wide world.”

max presses a chaste kiss to your lips, blood rushing to his cheeks as he does so. “i love you.”

“i love you more.” you pull back and press your back against a cabinet. “how was your day, love?”

“it was great. went to the gym, came home and fed the cats. then i streamed with the guys for a little bit,” max grins. “have you had dinner?”

“not yet. what do you have in mind?”

“charles told me about this restaurant he ate at with alexandra the other day. just opened up — small business and all,” he explains, wiping his hands on his shirt. he steps over to you and props himself up on the counter with his hands on either sides of your thighs. “they’re open ‘til really late. we can have some food, a couple of drinks…” he raises an eyebrow. “talk about the wedding…”

you hum with a smile on your face. you lean in and let your noses touch. “the wedding? already?”

“absolutely,” max nods, eyes glimmering at the thought of watching you walk down that aisle towards him. “aren’t you excited? we can throw the most extravagant wedding if you want. my treat.”

“ah, ever so generous with your money, my love,” you laugh. “we can spend all that on our honeymoon.”

“spend all my money on both,” max mutters. “my money is all yours.”

“what about my money?”

“also yours,” max says. he leans in, pressing his lips against your nose before pulling away. “what do you say? let’s go on a date?”

“okay, but i get to drive your pretty new and expensive car?” you bat your eyelashes as you hop off the counter, swaying side to side with your hands clasped together. “promise i’ll be careful.”

max presses his lips together, hand on the small of your back as you walk out of the kitchen. “i told you that you can drive the car whenever you want.”

“yeah, but that car isn’t mine.”

“might as well be.”

“doesn’t make it mine, max.”

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[shaunamilfman]

i had died the tiniest death

summary: You've gotten used to the feeling of being watched since you broke up with your girlfriend, Shauna Shipman, but you never thought it was more than just your imagination till now. Still, maybe you should have been more afraid to wake up to your scantily clad ex-girlfriend straddling you than you are. A/N: based on this post by @deerlottie . wrote this in three hours i fear. im so normal about her i swear

You wake up with a start, bringing your hands up to rub wearily at your eyes as you breathe out a sigh. You've been having the weirdest dreams, night after night. You'd started to get paranoid lately that Shauna was following you, lurking at the edges of your vision and quickly disappearing from sight the second you whirled around to look. You knew how crazy it sounded, but the fear was even bleeding into your dreams. 

You turn your head to look at your nightstand, nearly groaning at the time staring back from your alarm clock. Knowing you had to be up in four hours did nothing for the crushing weight on your chest– weight on your chest? 

You close your eyes as you turn your head back, dreading having to open them. You peek one eye open, your whole body tensing as you attempt to quell your instinctive urge to scream.

“Shauna, what the fuck?” You spit out, staring up warily at her as she looms above you in the darkness. Your voice is shaky, but you try to infuse it with a hint of annoyance in an attempt to mask your fear.

You shift anxiously beneath her, pinned down by the weight of her. You knew you could get her off of you if you had to, but you weren't keen on pissing her off before you knew why she was here. Pulling a knife on you wasn't something you'd ever put past Shauna, and that was before you had actual confirmation she was stalking you. 

“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up,” She complains, shifting her weight from her knees to your hips as you instinctively grab at her waist. You can just barely make out her smile at the action as she leans forward, boxing your head in with her arms as she places her palms flat on the bed on either side.

“I missed my girlfriend,” Shauna whispers, brushing stray strands of hair away from your face as she stares down lovingly.

“Your girlfriend–” You start, trailing off as you struggle to articulate the multitude of questions running through your mind. You catch yourself, quickly realizing that it isn’t your most pressing concern. “How long have you been here? How did you get here?”

“So many questions,” She murmurs, her breath warm against your ear as she breathes in the scent of your hair. “Can’t you just enjoy it?” She exhales shakily, nosing against your neck with a desperate noise.

You have to bite your lip to stop a sigh from escaping, shivering under the ministrations despite your best efforts. “No, Shauna. You broke into my house.”

“I didn’t break into your house,” She denies, a hint of a smirk on her face as she continues. “This is an apartment.”

“God, you’re such a bitch.” You tense as Shauna jerks away, sitting back up on your hips to glare down at you.

“A bitch?” She scoffs, looking angry for the first time tonight. She grabs at your throat as you try to speak, effectively cutting off your sentence with an embarrassing squeak as she quite literally takes your breath away.

“You don’t get to call me a bitch after everything I’ve done for us.” Shauna shakes her head, only letting go of your throat as you nod quickly in response. You gasp for air the second she allows it, staring up at her in a mix of disbelief and fear. Shauna had always been a little rough, but this was something else, even for her.

“For us?” You wheeze.

Shauna nods, giving you a crazed smile that’s honestly hotter than it should be. “You made a mistake breaking up with me.”

“I can see that,” You say dryly. Shauna squeezes warningly at your throat, and you certainly don’t need to be told twice.

“I kept waiting for you to realize it, but you’ve always been so damn stubborn, haven’t you?” You stay quiet, staring up at her as you try to will your heart to stop pounding in your chest.

“And then you started talking to other girls,” She continues, an accusing frown on her face.

Your eyes widen as the thought suddenly crosses your mind. “Are… Are you the reason Jenny runs away crying whenever she sees me?”

Shauna nods eagerly, looking happy to have her efforts recognized. “I had to have a talk with her. She needed to know that you’re mine.”

Jesus.

“You are, aren’t you?” Her gaze is intense, searching the depths of your soul as her hands play with the hem of her shirt. “I just want to know that you’re still mine.”

You reach blindly for your nightstand as you maintain eye contact, nearly crying in relief as your fist closes around the new phone Shauna had gotten you a few months ago for your birthday. It seemed oddly fitting to call the cops on her with it. You’re just about to dial 911 when you catch sight of something… interesting. 

You let it slip from your fingers as your hand comes up to the hem of her shirt, pulling it taut so you can get a better look at it.

“Are you– are you wearing my jersey? Where did you even get that from?” You ask in disbelief. 

Shauna stares down at you for a moment before rolling her eyes. “Closet, obviously.” She says wryly. “Good thing you're pretty.”

You scoff, pinching the soft skin of her thighs between your fingers. Shauna gasps in pain, hips instinctively rocking into it as she rubs herself against your stomach. Your eyes widen at the feeling, gaze slowly trailing down her body to land on where the hem of your jersey rests against her thighs. 

“Are you wearing anything under this?”

“What do you think?” She smirks, slowly rocking her hips so you can feel the drag of wet flesh against you. 

You wish you could say she wasn’t this crazy when you were dating her, but that wasn’t entirely true. Honestly, the more you thought about it the more this seemed within the realm of possibility when it came to her. You’ve got to stop sticking your dick in crazy.

“I think you need to leave,” You assert firmly, doing your best to ignore the slick feeling as she continues. God, she always got so wet.

“Don’t be like that,” She chides, her voice breaking slightly as she chases the perfect angle. “I need you back. I need to feel you against me. Don’t you want me?”

Oh no. 

The moonlight shining in through the window throws Shauna’s shark-like grin into sharp relief, quickly pouncing on your weakness the second she catches sight of the change in your expression. 

“I just need you so bad. Please?” She rests her hand on your chest as she leans forward, using her other hand to move your hand to her ass. You instinctively squeeze, kneading at the flesh before you even know what happened. Shauna certainly takes it as an encouragement, moaning as she presses herself impossibly closer. You can feel her weight bearing down on your chest, already sure her hand is going to end up leaving a bruise on your chest.

She always loved leaving you bruised, staring at them even through your clothes long after they faded. She was just so damn possessive. No matter how much of you she had,xfi it never seemed like enough. Shauna digs her knees painfully in your sides, already tiring of your mind wandering as she puts on a show.

Your eyes narrow, getting more than tired of this whole thing. You had to put up with her theatrics when you were dating, and you certainly weren’t going to do it now. You grab firmly at her hips as you roll her on her back in a fluid motion, her hands grasping uselessly at your shoulders as the landing knocks the wind out of her. 

You shove your hand between her legs without fanfare, finding her wet and waiting. Shauna's reaction is immediate, her leg wrapping around your hips as she grinds against your hand. 

“Fuck,” She moans shakily, whining in protest as you slap your hand over her mouth. 

“Shut the fuck up,” You hiss angrily, leaning close to nip at the skin of her jaw. “My roommate is home.”

Shauna’s complaint is muffled against your palm, a frustrated look coming to her face that you enjoy more than you should. She squirms beneath you in an attempt to free herself, giving up and planting her foot flat on the bed for leverage instead as she rubs her pussy against your hand.

You hold your hand still as you palm her, watching the way the muscles in Shauna’s thighs flex as she ruts against it. She gives you a pleading look as she licks at your hand, making you wrinkle your face in disgust as you pull your hand away to wipe it on Shauna’s cheek. She huffs, blowing a stray strand of hair at her face as she gives you a dirty look.

You roll your eyes, quick to wipe away the nasty expression on her face as you thrust two fingers into her without warning. Shauna’s back arches off the bed as she bites at her own palm to keep quiet, almost thrashing beneath you as you start a harsh rhythm. Shauna whines in your ear as she grabs desperately at your back, her ragged breathing and the squeaking sounds of your mattress as she tries to meet your rhythm filling the room as you try to get your temper under control.

She was always doing shit like this, and you hated the way she always seems to manipulate you into going along with it. If you were honest with yourself, you knew that this wasn’t healthy for either of you, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as she clenches around your fingers.

“You were such a shitty girlfriend. This is all you’re good for, you know that?”

“I wasn’t,” She protests pitifully, rolling her hips as she chases her high.

“You were. Always too busy with Jackie.” You curl your fingers, slamming into her roughly with no regard for her enjoyment. It didn’t seem to matter much, she was just as into it now as she ever was before. It almost makes you angrier. You couldn’t even take your anger out on her without her enjoying it.

“Oh, I can’t. Jackie needs me. Jackie needs this. Jackie, Jackie, Jackie,” You mock in a high-pitched voice, thumbing roughly at her clit in a way you know she’s always hated.

She cries out as she attempts to arch away from the touch but you don’t let her escape from it, pinning her hips down as you make her take it.

“Now you have the nerve to be a fucking creep? Couldn’t make the time of day for me when we were dating, but now you want to follow me around?”

“I’m sorry,” She pleads, almost kicking you as she tries to avoid your thumb.

“Stop fighting,” You huff, curling your fingers as she goes limp beneath you. She stares pathetically up at you, burying her head in your neck when it doesn’t seem to implore you.

You finally take pity on her at the sounds of her heavy breaths as she barely chokes back her tears, slowing back to a more manageable pace as she trails kisses up your neck.

“Tell me you love me,” She whispers commandingly against your ear.

“No.”

“What do you mean no?” She whines, digging her nails into your shoulders as if that will change your mind. You shake your head resolutely, firm on setting at least this one boundary.

“Tell me you love me,” She repeats, pleading this time. “Please. You know I need it. Just once.”

You hesitate for just a beat too long before repeating yourself. “No.”

“Let me have you. Let me show you how much I need you. Don’t you want to make me come?” Her hands slide down your back, thumbing at the waistband of your boxers as she looks at you imploringly. As if sensing your dwindling will to oppose her she throws her head back in a quiet moan, exposing the length of her neck as her eyes slip closed.

You groan irritatedly, throwing caution to the wind as you give in. “I love you.” You notice the smug grin come to her face just a moment too late, but by the time you’ve realized she’s managed to get one over on you again, she’s crying out as she falls apart. 

Your jaw clenches in anger as you work her through it, stoically ignoring the way she murmurs praises and “love you’s” into your ear the whole time. As you start to pull away she wraps her arms tightly around your shoulders, holding you close as she flips you over onto your back. 

You grunt in irritation as you try to push her off you, but she’s just as strong as ever as she manages to pin your arms to your side, burying her face into your chest with a contented noise that relaxes you more than it should be.

“I hate you,” You complain, trying to squirm away as Shauna’s hand makes its way down your stomach and to your boxers.

“No, you don’t,” Shauna says, choosing to be the bigger person for once at not comment on the way your breath hitches as she touches your waistband.

“You’re crazy.”

Shauna laughs lowly, pressing a kiss to your chest as she nods in agreement.

“I don’t want you anymore.” Your voice is hoarse as you push at her shoulders, refusing to be pushed around this easily. It was for your pride if nothing else.

“You don’t get to just throw me away,” Shauna says harshly. “You’re mine and you always will be. I’m sorry I’ve upset you, but we’re going to move past it now.”

You breathe out shakily as Shauna finally slips her fingers beneath the waistband, silently spreading your legs in invitation. “I’ll show you how much you need me,” She promises.

#yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x you #shauna shipman x reader #minors dni

[sseomtada]

being [ruben dias]

a stunning revelation only drives you and ruben closer.

warnings: 18+ | wc: 6212 | 7/8

You shook off your surprise after a beat to give her a hug.

“I had to come and see you at some point.” She squeezed your shoulders. “You haven’t been back in months.”

It was difficult to not feel a bit guilty. Prior to moving to Manchester and because your office wasn’t even half an hour away from your home, you’d frequently go back to visit her. Even though things had been going pretty much nonstop in your new city, you could’ve at least made a weekend trip to drop by.

“I’m sorry, I know Jason must be driving you crazy with his antics.” You tried to joke to lighten the mood.

“Maluco…he misses you too.” Her head shook.

You wheeled the bag she’d brought along with her inside and told her to make herself comfortable. The way your blood was rushing and your heartbeat was pounding felt like you were in danger of passing out.

Your only option was to let her in. What else could you do? Be vague about the situation and tell her to come back later because you had some male company over? Judging by the looks of her, she was fresh from the airport. Also important to note was that your mom definitely expected to stay with you during however long her visit was, so she didn’t have a hotel reservation lined up either.

What would you do about Ruben? Your eyes darted to your phone on the coffee table. If you could distract her for a while, maybe you could successfully sneak him out of here without her noticing. It wouldn’t be the first time you and him had to complete such a mission.

“I’ll put on some of that tea you like.” You swiped the device and took it with you to the kitchen.

Luckily, due to your inability to have dishes lingering around, the two plates and glasses you’d used for dinner had already been thrown into the dishwasher. His shoes were also tucked into the cabinet by your doorway. What other evidence of him…

You bit down on a gasp, eyes widening to turn back to your living room. Where the fuck was his shirt? It wasn’t on the sofa where your mom was sitting as far as you could see. Though it could be tangled in the blanket at the other end. You said a silent prayer that she didn’t get too chilly and worked on brewing her tea even faster to prevent that.

In the meantime, you cracked open your phone to see that Ruben had already sent you a message.

Is that your mom…?

Yes 😭

You jumped at the sound of a faint notification pin. With a deep breath, you steeled your nerves as much as possible. If anything, she’d probably assume it was your device going off and not think anything was awry.

We’re gonna have to whip out Project Switcharoo. You remember it?

Of course, I invented it.

Despite the absolute absurdity of the situation, you managed to crack a smile. Ruben was always a respectful and upstanding person. When two teenagers were in love, though, it was hard to accept things like not having boys in your room after dark.

He came up with a plan that was like the classic method of pickpocketing - a bait and switch scenario. For tonight’s occasion, it would look something like this. While she was occupied, he would sneak his way up to your guest bathroom to clear out the bedroom. You’d then take her to your room to show her around, pulling her to the window where the doorway wasn’t visible and allowing him to swiftly make a break for it.

Don’t forget to fix the bed.

Got it. What about my shirt?

You might have to steal one of my hoodies.

The kettle whistled, starting the timer on your mission. Once the tea was fixed and he saw you cross over from the kitchen to the living room, he’d start making his way to phase one. You did up her cup just the way she liked it, took another steadying breath and made your way over.

“You usually hate taking night flights, why didn’t you come earlier?” Your hands shook slightly as you handed her the beverage.

She took a slow sip of her tea, gaze not meeting yours. The fine hairs on the back of your neck stood up. Having lived with your mom for most of your life, you could automatically tell when something was off.

From you saw her at the door and she didn’t greet you half as excitedly as she did on phone calls, you felt it. You tried to battle that notion by rationalizing that you were being extra paranoid because she’d shown up during literally the last moment you’d want her to. It was impossible to ignore now, especially given how long she was taking to answer your question.

“Is everything okay?” You could feel your throat swelling.

“That’s what I came to ask you.” She finally spoke.

Your mom sighed and rested the cup of tea onto the side table. She reached into her purse to pull out her phone. This wasn’t an impromptu drop by driven by your extended absence after all. You knew what it was - an intervention.

Her screen lit up your view as she slid the device onto your lap. There was a screenshot of an Instagram post and in it was a photo of you and Ruben. It was taken on the night of the Nike launch party. You flipped to the next image in her folder. Someone with crazy zoom had caught you two walking towards his car at City’s training grounds.

There were no words. Your mind first went to the conversation Ruben and you had earlier about how much media attention he got, the fact that there was already news out there concerning you two. It was unnerving to actually be staring at the proof of that.

Then came the guilt. The last thing you wanted was for her to find out through the grapevine that you were back together with him. Whether she’d come across it by chance, was sent the post or actively went looking for it didn’t matter. You should’ve been the one to break the news.

And lastly, fear. Her flying out here as soon as she found out meant that she was absolutely not pleased and potentially worried about the state of your mental health. She couldn’t be blamed for that. Any mother that saw their daughter go through what you did after the breakup would have the same reaction to seeing you with the man that put you there.

“Ruben and I are dating again.” You admitted. “We talked it over and decided to give things a chance.”

Your mom scoffed. “See, this is why I had to come. Do you hear yourself? You’re, what, dating him? After everything he put you through?”

Although you anticipated her being upset, you didn’t expect the backlash to be this severe. It honestly took you by surprise. You gave her back her phone and stood, needing some distance from the anger she was radiating.

“I don’t expect you to be happy about it. All I ask is that you trust me and my decision, and not belittle either.” Your voice was even despite everything you felt.

She spoke to you as if you were some thoughtless, naive child. God knows you didn’t just take him back without considering every outcome, especially the worse case scenario. If shit went badly between you two again, you were ready to take accountability.

“I do trust you.” Her tone was less combative. “But do I trust your decision? I can’t…you’ve never been able to think straight when it came to that boy.”

It felt like you’d been punched in the gut. You didn’t think it was unreasonable of you to ask for her not to act as if you were being trivial. The fact that she was speaking to you like you were still the same person that you were seven years ago was hurtful, and quite frankly, insulting.

“My mind is as clear as it’s ever been.” You sighed, growing resigned with this conversation.

She wasn’t though, “No, it isn’t. If you had any common sense left, you wouldn’t be caught dead with him!”

“Mom-“ Your gasp was cut short.

With the unexpected, heated exchange, you’d forgotten all about Ruben still being in the apartment. That was until he made his was out of hiding, clearly having overheard it all. Thankfully he had found your pile of oversized hoodies to cover up. You didn’t know how many more insults you could take tonight.

“I’m sorry.” Ruben made his presence known. “We - I should’ve reached out to you first.”

Your mom spun slowly to look at him. It was a searing, scrutinizing leer that even had you shivering. You’d never seen her take in anyone that way. To his credit, he didn’t cower beneath her glare. He looked like he was ready to accept whatever vitriol she had for him.

“This is exactly what I mean.” She laughed ruefully, pointing between you two.

You were about to tell her to stop when he shook his head.

“Was this your plan all along?” Her question was directed at him. “Were you lying when you promised me you’d-“

Ruben’s eyes were wide with shock and…something you couldn’t quite place. It appeared to be worry, but not for himself. The way she stopped short of her barrage didn’t sit well with you either.

You watched as they seemed to have some nonverbal exchange. At that point, it became obvious that something had happened between them. Something you didn’t know about. Did she confront him after the break up? What promise was she talking about?

“What’s going on?” You asked Ruben directly.

He became a man that was visibly torn, eyes darting between yours and your mom’s. The decision of whether or not he should say anything weighed heavy on his conscience.

You turned to her instead, “Mom, what are you talking about?”

Instead of being met with all the fire you faced before, she bore a similar downcast demeanor as him. Her head hung as she placed her hands to her waist. It was a telltale sign that whatever you were about to find out wasn’t going to look good on her part.

“I’ll leave you two to talk.” Ruben made his way to leave. “When you’re ready, call me.”

Your head was spinning with how much had happened in such a short period of time. How did your night go from tickle fights, to cooking up an escape plan and now to being on the verge of hearing about a conversation kept hidden from you for nearly a decade?

She sat back down on the sofa, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do the same. Instead, you found yourself pacing back and forth while your mom quietly worked through whatever was eating away at her.

“Please just…tell me.” You couldn’t stomach the silence anymore.

Her voice was barely audible as she finally confessed, “The reason Ruben broke up with you is because I asked him to.”

september 15th 2017

Ruben

He was brimming with excitement. All of the sacrifices he’d made, every second of commitment, it was all coming into fruition. His coach told him after practice that he was going to debut for the first team during the match tomorrow.

The first person he wanted to tell was you. You’d been by his side since the literal beginning, when his dream of becoming a footballer was just that - a fantasy. Having you in his life made a journey that broke so many others more than tolerable. He trained and played with your support always at the forefront of his mind.

Ruben bounded his way up the steps to your place and stopped short. Your mom stood with her back facing him, a trail of smoke floating into the air. That was new. Or maybe it was an old habit she indulged in from time to time. When she became aware of being there, the cigarette landed under her shoe.

“I’ve been caught,” Her teeth flashed. “Don’t tell Y/N.”

“Your secret is safe with me.” His fingers zipped across his lips.

She nodded in appreciation. There was clearly something on her mind. He knew that life hadn’t been the easiest for her or you and couldn’t imagine how lonely it must’ve been sometimes. That was why he made himself available to help out as much as he could’ve, if only to lessen the burdens a bit.

“Does she ever talk about her father?” The question she asked confirmed his suspicion.

You never brought him up, in fact. Given that, he didn’t feel as if it was his place to pry. Ruben had heard through the grapevine of neighborhood gossips about his absence and how you didn’t even know who he was.

“She doesn’t.” He replied.

Your mom looked up at the sky, “That’s understandable. You see…”

Ruben found himself listening to the missing pieces that not even you knew. She told him about how they’d met when she was sixteen and that she immediately fell for him - a young, budding football star.

It wasn’t because she was getting attention from someone so coveted, but because he actually saw her the way she’d always craved to be seen. So when he moved to a new team in another country to further pursue his career, she followed along.

She left everything behind. Her family, friends and education. Her dream became seeing his come true. When it did, they were both in the happiest stage of their relationship. And then at nineteen, she found out that she was pregnant with you.

The life she wanted was all coming into place. She thought the next step would be welcoming their baby, getting married and maybe having a few more to fill up their home. What she got instead was abandonment. He didn’t want any of that, or you.

Her parents had warned her that it would happen, but she casted their concerns aside as unfair judgment on his part. They didn’t see her like he did. Moving back in with them after what had happened wasn’t possible given the way they’d left things.

“I see so much of myself in her.” Your mom smiled. “She looks at you the same way I used to look at her dad.” Ruben understood why she was telling him all of this. It was obvious that she was scared you were following the same path and would end up in the same predicament. He didn’t take any offense to her perhaps believing that he was capable of doing the same thing.

“I love her, a lot.” His cheeks rose quickly. “More than I ever knew was possible.”

When he used to think about love, he always tried to rationalize it - to make it make sense. It was only after he realized that he felt that towards you that he came to know the emotion was something that couldn’t be explained. Even saying those words didn’t feel like enough to encompass the spectrum of moments that all combined to make him experience what could only be verbally express in such a limited capacity.

“That’s good because it means you’ll do anything for her.” She nodded.

“Yeah, I would.” He breathed. See, where was the rationale behind something like that?

“I need you to break up with her. She’s too dependent on you and it’ll ruin her in the long run.”

If words could render him speechless and knock him off his feet, those were the ones that would be able to do so. He couldn’t quite believe that was what she said at first. His mind instantly went into denial mode, because surely she was joking. When he stared back at unflinching eyes, he knew that she was being dead serious.

“I…can’t do that, respectfully.” Ruben shook his head.

You might see him in a light that sometimes is admittedly pressuring, making him wonder if he could live up to be that man you painted him out to be in your mind. That didn’t worry him though. If anything, he wanted to keep trying to prove to himself, and you, that he could be.

Beside that, you were strong in your own right. He’d never met anyone who took advantage of every little opportunity they received and made the most out of them. Even in your darkest moments, he saw the determination in you to not want to quit. You inspired him.

“I’m not going to stand by and watch her destroy herself like I did. You’re the only one who can prevent that.” He saw that same persistence in the gaze he got. “The choice is yours. Will it be you or me?”

Ruben thought he understood what this conversation was about in the beginning, but he’d read it all wrong. He only now grasped that she was giving him an ultimatum of sorts. One where there was no real decision for him to make, it was a catch 22.

If he didn’t break up with you, then your mom would abandon you just like your father did to you both. He would have to live with knowing that he was the reason why you had no blood ties left in your life, a notion that was breaking him even in hypotheticals.

Since he quickly realized that he had no choice, he began to reframe it in a way that didn’t hurt as much. The only loser in this situation would be him. You’d be hurt at first, maybe devastated, but you’d have people around you to help you through it. He would just have to figure out a way to deal with his own pain, perhaps starting with taking solace in knowing that he didn’t rob you of your only family.

“Promise me you’ll do the right thing.” Your mom looked back at him as she approached the door.

She lingered there until the words begrudgingly left his lips, “I promise.”

o presente

Everything burned.

Your eyes and nose, your heart itself. Sure, you’d experienced heartbreak before but it was child’s play compared to what was wreaking havoc in your soul - betrayal. Never in a million years did you ever expect the reason behind your breakup to be your own mother.

The person sitting in front of you crying tears of her own was a foreign entity. You failed to recognize the woman that baked you cakes, taught you dance routines and held you at your lowest.

How could she do that to you? Did she think that forcing Ruben to do something so cruel was the way to express the deep love she supposedly had for you? Or was it some fucked up trauma response to the past she never dealt with?

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Your mom sniffed. “I regret all the pain I caused because of that night.”

What you were going through now felt a thousand, a million times worse than then. There was no denial to turn to for even a second of hope. This ugly, soul crushing truth bared its jagged teeth and was ripping away your flesh.

“It shouldn’t have happened, but I can’t take it back.” She continued. “All I could’ve done was to be there for you to help you through it, praying that you came out stronger and you did.”

“Are you serious? How could you even think that was right?” You sobbed.

It was all loud and clear to you. She regretted putting you through hell, but she didn’t regret actually doing it. Despite watching you break down for weeks, she still believed that what she made him do somehow helped you. She wasn’t sorry that she did it, she was sorry that she got caught - that you finally found out the truth.

“I-“ You bit your lip to suppress another snivel. “I need some space. You can stay here tonight, but I want you gone tomorrow.”

The most messed up part was that saying those words hurt you even more. Even though she was the one who put you both in this situation, you felt like the bad guy for asserting a rightful boundary. Those blissful memories you had of her hadn’t suddenly evaporated into nothing.

You took your phone and keys, and left her in your apartment. An aching uncertainty hung over your head. You were unsure how long you’d need before you could even look at her again without feeling such overwhelming disappointment.

Aki’s blanket slipped from her head as soon as she took in the state of you stood in her doorway. It had to be deja vu all over for her again, how many times have you done this? Why was life continuously throwing blow after blow at your gut?

“Do you have any whiskey?” Your inquiry sprang her into action.

She shuffled over to the kitchen and brought out one of her biggest bottles along with two glasses. You didn’t have the stomach anymore for straight liquor, but you’d needed it to calm the raging sea of emotions.

Her eyes were wiped clean of any traces of slumber once she joined you on the sofa. You immediately poured two fingers and threw it back. And then doubled that.

“Woah, let’s…get to the part where you tell me what brought this on before you black out.” Aki pulled the bottle towards her.

“Seven years ago, my mother made Ruben promise he’d break up with me.” You laughed humorlessly.

It was weird watching her expression go through several shifts within the span of a few seconds. That must’ve been what you looked like from the other perspective too once you found out.

She topped up and threw back her own glass before asking you to shed light on that very stupefying statement. You filled her in starting from the pretext. All about your mom’s past and what your dad did to her.

How she told Ruben all of this on the night prior to issuing him a task so abhorrent that you still were coming to grips with fathoming it. Aki appeared to be just as woeful as you were upon the discovery.

Similar to this wound being repeatedly ripped open for you, it was for her. Your mother was like a her second one. So many days and nights were filled with the three of you laughing, dancing and crying together. She spent so much time lamenting Ruben, more than you by far, for what he’d done. And just as you were now, she felt guilty for it.

“I feel like I’ve brought so much chaos into your life and I’m sorry for it all.” You sipped the alcohol slower this time.

“Don’t do that.” Aki objected. “None of this is your fault. I’m sorry that she did this to you, Y/N. God, I can’t imagine how you feel right now.”

She pulled you in. You were so sick of crying, but you couldn’t stop yourself. Tears flowed hot and fresh, especially when you felt her own sobs racking through her body. You patted her back, lips trembling as you fought the urge to apologize again.

There was nothing to say. You were all victims of one person’s action born of insecurity. It fucking sucked, but there wasn’t much either of you could do about it now. All that was left was for you to be there for one another, to work through the pile of shit you’d been handed until you could see the ground again.

When you woke up the following day, you found that your request had been met. Your apartment was free and clear as you learned via text. Boarding my flight back. Again, I’m sorry Y/N.

You weren’t in the mood to unpack all of that again right now. The first thing you did was change into some workout clothes to head to the gym for a run. While the activity didn’t entirely clear your mind, your focus did find itself pulled more in the direction of your burning muscles than your stormy mind.

After you showered, you threw a bagel in the toaster and hopped into the shower. You forced yourself to munch on that in between massive gulps of water. The whiskey was fighting back and paired with the emotional exhaustion you felt, it was best to take the day off.

Aki and Cindy told you not to worry about work, they’d hold down the fort. You were more grateful towards them now than you’d ever been. Just don’t drink the last of my favorite coffee pods, you warned in the group chat.

You reclined onto your sofa and put on a random mix of recommended YouTube videos. No media would provide the distraction you truly needed, but it was nice to have some background noise. The cushion under your head wasn’t laying the way you wanted to, so you adjusted and felt the obstruction.

It was Ruben’s shirt. The one you had on was replaced with his before you curled up. Your mind couldn’t help but wonder what this meant now for you and him. Of course, you still wanted to be with Ruben. How did it impact him though?

He must’ve been back in that same headspace he was in when they had that exchange. Was he wondering whether or not she had issued the same choice to you after he left? Even though she didn’t and you were holding off on communicating with her for a while, you didn’t want him to think that you were giving up on a relationship with your mom because of him.

You weren’t completely shutting her out of your life, but at the current moment, you just couldn’t see how you would ever trust her again. The relationship you had with her would never be the same, and fault solely rested on her part.

You couldn’t imagine how awful this whole thing must’ve been for him. He sacrificed being with you and the way others looked at him. Even when he gave you the supposed reason he’d broken up with you, he still protected her. You wanted to be so angry at him for doing that, but it was no fairer than the order he’d received from your mom.

Ruben had never changed. He remained the person you knew that put the wellbeing of those he loved often above his own, the person who shielded them from pain - even if it meant inflicting some and becoming the one they hated. It was all so unfair to him and you refused to spend a second longer without letting him know that.

“Can I come over?” You asked after he picked up on the first ring.

“Yeah.” His voice was rough.

As soon as you crossed his threshold, you launched yourself at him and hugged him tight. He was stunned at first, but your embrace was returned with the same magnitude. You buried your face deep into his chest.

“I’m sorry.” Your tone was muted.

“Don’t apologize.” Ruben stroked your hair. “I’m the one who’s sorry. I-“

You shushed him. His response was expected, you knew that he was going to tell you not to apologize and that it wasn’t your fault but his. There was nothing he could’ve done about the situation, you didn’t blame him.

“I’m saying that because you deserve to hear it.” You looked into his eyes. “No one should have to be put through that and carry the burden of it for so long.”

Ruben didn’t fight you on that because you both know that you were right. He placed his chin on top of your head again and held you for a moment longer before he pulled you to sit down with him.

“So, you know everything?” His index finger drew circles on your knee.

You nodded, “I do.”

“Is there anything else you want to ask me?” Ruben left the door open.

A lot had actually crossed your mind while you were left reeling from the whole ordeal. Unfortunately, he didn’t have the answers to the things you needed to hear most. There was one thing though.

“What changed?” You bit your lip. “Why did you try to get me back now and not before then?”

The message he’d sent you asking if your number was still the same could’ve came a year, or two, maybe even three ago. You were curious as to what made him want to throw caution to the wind after all this time.

“I tried holding on to the promise I’d made…even when it felt like I was suffocating. It was easy, sometimes, because I justified going along with it through telling myself that I’d chosen the lesser of two evils.” Ruben expressed. “When I moved here, the distance made things somewhat bearable - knowing that there was no chance I’d run into you.”

“Until you nearly did.” A grin flashed across your face as you recalled that rainy evening.

“It all came flooding back to me then.” He smiled too. “Everything that you were to me, everything that you were supposed to be. I felt like I would go mad if I kept ignoring what you meant and still mean to me. I had to at least try.”

If this was a movie, you’d think fate was behind your reunion. Even in reality that was kind of hard to deny. What were the chances that he would see you randomly on the street, or be a part of your first project in some way? Whatever was in charge pulling the strings behind the scenes was more determined than either of you to bring you both here today.

“I’ve got to say, that was a massive gamble on your part.” You cupped his cheek.

Timing was everything. When you thought about it, had he reached out to you via message prior to you seeing him in person, you didn’t think you’d receive it well. The cards had to be played very specifically for you to end up at this moment.

“Not to me. I told you, I loved you then and I never stopped.” Ruben stroked your ear. “I love you, Y/N.”

After everything that you’d been through together, hearing him say those words impacted you on a completely different level. They’d always meant so much, but now they contained it all - the entirety of your shared history. Him choosing you from the very first day you’d met, doing the same even when it meant breaking your heart and again as he fought to get you back.

Your brows met, eyes welling as you told him, “I love you too.”

The way he kissed you struck in a whole new way as well. It was adoration unobstructed and unrestrained. His lips moving over and between yours exhibited just how free he felt with the burden of a long kept secret no longer weighing him down.

Every touch was completed with the utmost undertaking. Ruben’s hand splayed over your thighs and stomach, flattening, digging into your skin. Desperate not to miss a single inch. He removed his shirt from your frame and lied you down.

You willed your heavy eyes to stay focused on him, your fingers disappearing into his thick hair. So beautiful, he kissed your navel. So perfect, his teeth grazed your hip bone. All mine, hips lips closed around the skin of your inner thigh.

What came next left the task of keeping him in your sights impossible. Your hand pressed into the cushion, back arching as you writhed beneath his skillful mouth that claimed your cunt. He held you sturdily, one hand caressing your lower back and the other pressing down on your abdomen.

It didn’t take much for you to come undone for him. He knew every direction and angle to take with his tongue to leave you drifting away. Like the anchor he was, Ruben didn’t let you float off too far.

His body molded to yours, heat becoming your own. You always found yourself wanting him endlessly, but that compulsion was stronger than ever. Still, you forced that hunger to subside for as long as possible to indulge in all that he was.

You traced his brow with your thumb and let your finger trail down until it met his lips. The curve of them were reverently memorized to the point where you were certain that you could recreate their image in clay with uncanny accuracy.

Ruben slid a hand between your legs to make your mouth fall open with a moan. It was what he wanted, to have your tongue accessible to his. They moved in tandem that built with intensity the more you shook and whined under his digits circling your clit.

His forehead pressed to yours as he looked down the narrow gap between your bodies. You followed suit and swallowed deeply at the sight. He had you glistening, swollen with readiness while his cock twitched achingly.

When he moved to touch it, your wrist caught him. Let me, you breathed. Your fingers wrapped around his thick, firm shaft and tugged upwards. His drawn out groan floated into your mouth, a slight hiss sucking it back as you swiped your thumb over the opening in his sensitive tip.

You were losing against yourself again. Just as you could no longer force your eyes to remain open, you could no longer hold back the need to have him inside you. Your hips angled, legs spreading even wider for his body to rest flush against yours.

As soon as you’d lined him up with your entrance, his hips pressed forward. You curled one arm around his shoulder and cupped the back of his head with the next. No adjustment was necessary, you ground into him eagerly . A call that was instantly answered.

Ruben thrusted into you deep, testing his limits. When he found that there was none - your legs locking around his waist, eyes rolling back and neck baring itself to him - he withdrew until almost completely out of you and did it again. And again. And again.

Don’t stop.

You like that?

Yes, please, more…

He gave it to you just as you wished. Long, hard, unrelenting strokes that breached your cervix. Tides were moving in quickly, threatening to whisk you away for a blinding moment. You were determined to take as much as you could before they could do so.

Your legs dropped, feet digging into the sofa. You used them for momentum to bring your hips to meet his drives, cunt consuming his cock in its entirety. The point you craved to reached had finally been met - where the pleasure was so overbearing that your mind began playing tricks on you to make you believe it was a fantasy.

But you knew it was real. Even as you succumbed to the waves that dragged you under, you knew you hadn’t imagined it. The cries that ripped their way from your throat and his praises told you so. Ruben’s face buried deep into your neck and his cock twitching as it filled you let you know that you’d climbed that impossible mountain.

In the stillness that followed, you begged him to stay. Your foot ran down the back of his muscled calf and your hands massaged his back while he caged you in his strong arms. For once, there were no afterthoughts.

You didn’t catch your mind wandering off to unknowns and what ifs. A sense of peace shrouded you just like his body was. Whatever tomorrow or the distant future brought no longer filled you with worry or fear. No matter what came along, you were at ease.

All you focused on was what was going on right now. Ruben’s chest rising and falling at a steady pace that matched your own, his hips still joined to yours, the feeling of his lips forming a smile against your cheek.

That was everything you needed.

#ruben dias #ruben dias fic #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias x you #being

[underthenightskydreamsneverdie]

Tbh I'm horny too and all I can think about if it Seb and MC are 7th years studying for NEWTs in the library/common room with all the other HLCs, MC trying to provoke Seb by giving him looks, purposefully reaching across the table into his space, dropping their quill and bending over, wearing that perfume that drives him crazy, ect, but Seb knows they need to study and pass their test so he resist temptation much to MC's disappointment though unknowingly they unleashed a beast that is being pent up and growing in anger for a couple more days until NEWTs are done.

I love this! I'm not sure if this was a prompt but it inspired me. Thank you 💜

Naughty Escapades and a Wily Temptress

Warnings: 18+, Teasing galore, idiots making a dumb deal, unruly teenagers who can't keep their hands to themselves, cunnilingus, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, praise kink, semi public sex, there are probably more but I can't think of them, oh overuse of my favorite pet name which I'm sure you guys can guess by now Pairing: Sebastian x f!MC Word count: 2659 Thanks to @sallow-tales for help with the name of this fic! 😘

Three days before the start of their NEWTs, Sebastian, MC, and all their friends sat on the floor in a corner of the library, books and parchment spread out around them. They had spent every moment between classes here for the past two weeks, cramming in as much study time as they possibly could. Tensions were high amongst the group, every member aware their futures were hanging on the outcome of these tests. Sebastian was tense for a different reason, though. MC would not stop teasing him. All week she had been doing little things to rile him up, undoubtedly hoping he would give in to his desires and go back on their deal. It had been a spur of the moment idea after their first day of studying had ended with him pulling her away, pinning her up against a bookcase and kissing her neck, grinding himself against her thigh. After he came down from the high of his orgasm, his cock back in his pants, he looked her in the eyes, a pained look in his face. “We can’t do this again until these damn NEWTs are over with, Princess. We need to focus on studying while we’re here. Let’s make a deal, no more sex until we’ve both taken our final NEWT. I can’t believe I’m the one saying this but I think it’s a good idea. What do you say?” She had nodded and kissed him before walking back to gather her things. 

The teasing had started a few days later and just like today, it took every ounce of self restraint he possessed to resist her. More than once today he had found his hand automatically reaching out to slap her ass when she leaned forward on her knees to reach for notes from someone in their little circle. He had been able to stop himself in time, but he knew she wouldn't stop trying. 

He looked down at her head on his shoulder, trying to ignore the way she was purposefully blowing on his neck. This was the closest she had been to him in days and the smell of her perfume left his head spinning. Letting out a soft whimper as her breath hit him just right, a shiver running down his spine, he set his quill down. “Princess, don’t you think you should be studying something other than my freckles right now? If you need a break, go sit with the girls for a while.” She pulled away, pouting as she stood and weaved her way over to Imelda and Poppy, looking over her shoulder at him before hiking her skirt up over her knees, and dropping to the floor, sitting exactly the way she did when kneeling in front of him. Flashes of her lips around his cock, her pretty eyes staring up at him, played in his mind and he shifted around, adjusting himself. 

She’s going to be the death of me. 

An hour later she returned, picking up her books, bending over right in front of him giving him a perfect view of her breasts. Before he could help it a small groan left his lips and she smirked. As she sank to the floor, he reached for her waist pulling her into his lap. The little gasp she let out stoked the fire of resolve in him. He leaned in close, brushing her loose hair off her ear before pressing a small kiss to it. “You think it’s funny, teasing me like this, Princess? You think it’s going to get you what you want?” He gripped her jaw, turning her head to face him. “I assure you it won’t. Not yet.” He lifted her off him, roughly setting her down next to him once again. He took a deep breath, shaking his head to clear it of the already fading feeling of her body on his. He longed for her more than he could express, but he was determined to see this through. 

Okay, you can do this, Sebastian. It’s only another week. Seven days. Just seven more days. 

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The morning after his final NEWT was over, Sebastian sought her out like a heat-seeking missile, ready to explode. He found her by the edge of the lake with Poppy, Natty, and Imelda, splayed out in the grass, laughing as the sun danced on their faces. He wasted no time, getting her attention with a loud shout of her name, his lips curling into a slight snarl. He knew he probably looked terrifying, out of his mind, racing towards her, his clothes disheveled from running around the castle, but he didn’t care, he was desperate to have her. Dropping to his knees, he sank down between her legs, just barely resisting the urge to throw one over his shoulder right then and there, smiling as he caught a glimpse of her bare pussy, thanking Merlin he’d finally convinced her to stop wearing panties. “I think you owe me something, love, and I’m here to collect.” Around him the other girls gasped and giggled, and he looked up, smiling at them. “Hello, ladies, having a nice day are we?” Not waiting for an answer he leaned over MC and crushed his lips onto hers, groaning as she wrapped her legs around him and deepened their kiss, her hands tangling in his hair and grabbing at his shirt. When she finally released him, a smirk on her face, his resolve to hold out for privacy broke. “Fuck, Princess, I will take you right here in front of your friends if you don’t stop teasing me.” When her grip on his shirt didn't loosen he made a show of reaching for his pants, getting the top button undone before she stopped him. 

“Not here, Sebastian!” She pushed him off her, shaking her head as he roughly pulled her to her feet, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder before turning around and carrying her towards the castle. He felt her wave to her friends, chuckling as they made exaggerated ohs and small whistles, Imelda even shouting “Get it babe!” before they broke into loud laughter again. 

Oh, don't worry she’s going to.  

He carried her to the closest classroom, now empty for the rest of the term, setting her down on the teachers desk before he closed the door. “Get your skirt off, MC, unless you want me to rip it off you.” Standing by the door, he watched as she eagerly slid the fabric over her hips, shifting to push it past her butt, loving the sound as it finally fell in a heap to the floor. Letting out a soft groan, he slipped off his robe. “Spread your legs, Princess, touch yourself for me.” Feeling his heart race as she did, soft moans reaching him as she circled her clit, he forced himself to stay where he was, to enjoy the show she was putting on for him. His cock twitched endlessly as she stuck two fingers into her mouth, sloppily running her tongue over them before bringing them down to her core, slipping them into herself with a loud sigh, her eyes fluttering closed as she found the rhythm she wanted. Rubbing his palm over his clothed cock a few times, he closed the distance between them, quickly undoing the rest of his buttons, freeing his cock from its confines. One hand wrapping around himself, stroking slowly, the other hand gripped her jaw pulling her lips to his, greedily forcing them open to admit his tongue. 

When the dizziness from loss of oxygen forced him to break away, he gripped her wrist stilling her movements, gently pulling her fingers out of her core. Once again dropping to his knees in front of her, he took them into his mouth, sucking them clean before wrapping his arms around her legs, pulling her closer to the edge of the desk. Kissing at her thighs, he looked up at her. “Have you missed me, Princess? I sure as hell have missed you.” Flattening his tongue he lapped at her folds, groaning against her as her hands found their way into his hair and she tugged at the soft brown strands. 

“God, yes! I’ve missed you so much, Sebastian…oh that feels so good.”

He swirled his tongue around her clit, gently sucking at it as he pushed a finger into her, pumping his hand quickly. “Fuck, I want to make you cum on my tongue, baby, but we don’t have time for that right now. Someone is bound to hear the beautiful sounds you make for me.” She bucked her hips under him, her strong grip holding his head in place as her thighs closed around him. “Okay, I get the hint, a few more minutes of tasting your delicious pussy it is.” He chuckled as her legs spread open again, returning to his task with renewed enthusiasm. He slurped at her folds, moved his head every which way, used every tick he had to make the minutes count. Looking up at her as he caught his breath, admiring the beauty in the expressions he could get her to make, he heard shouting outside the classroom. They froze as the sound grew louder, accompanied by hurried footsteps, relaxing as whoever it was ran by, the sounds dissipating as they moved further away. The refreshed reality of their situation and realization they could be caught at any moment spurred Sebastian into action. “Fuck, baby that was close, we can’t wait any longer.” He stood up, giving her a quick kiss, sighing as she licked her juices off his lips, taking her hands and gently pulling her off the desk. “Turn around and bend over, I’m going to take you fast and hard, just the way you like.” Caressing the soft skin of her butt as she bent over, he lined up with her slit, quickly pushing into her in one swift motion. Thrusting into her, he groaned at her velvety softness, her walls already twitching around him as he set a quick pace, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. As the sweat built on his forehead, their sounds of pleasure drowned out by the slaps of his thighs against hers, he studied her face. Her cheek pressed against the cool surface under her, mouth open letting her soft whimpers escape, her eyes shut tight in bliss. Reaching down he lifted her leg onto the desk, desperate to be deeper inside her, and he hit the deepest part of her, making her groan and clutch uselessly at the smooth wood surface of the desk. “Damn, you look so beautiful right now, MC. I love that you let me see you this way, powerless and falling apart around me. You never look so breathtaking to me, Princess. Okay, maybe when you use Ancient Magic, but that’s different. Then I’m the powerless one falling apart for you.” 

She giggled softly, “Good to know there’s equal opportunity for you in this relationship, Sebby.” He laughed loudly at her joke while increasing the power behind his thrusting, and they fell into a fit of laughter as the heavy wooden desk beneath her suddenly shifted, the leg grinding against the stone floor as it moved. 

“We’re gonna get caught if we stay here much longer, baby. Are you close?” He looked over his shoulder at the door as if expecting someone to walk through it at that exact moment. 

“Did you mean it, Sebastian, would you actually have done it?” 

He whipped his head around, his look of pleasure giving way to one of confusion. “Done what, love?” 

Her voice was soft as she shyly admitted what was on her mind and he had to slow his thrusts to be sure he heard her. “Would you really have…fucked me in front of my friends?” 

He chuckled, stepping back slightly, pulling her off the desk and up to him. Wrapping his arms around her, pressing her back into his chest, he brushed her hair off her neck, lips leaving wet kisses in his wake. “Yes, I would have. Would you have liked that, Princess? Think you could have gotten over the shock of it, forgotten your embarrassment once my cock was inside you?” Resuming his fast pace thrusting, he kissed her jaw as she threw her head back against his shoulder with a loud moan. “Answer me, Princess.” 

“Yes! Yes, I would have loved it! Fuck, I would have loved it so much!” She brought an arm up to wrap around his neck, fingers clutching at his hair. 

“Mmmhm, that’s my girl, my good girl.” Letting go of her hip he moved his hand down to rub slow circles against her clit. “You never did tell me if you were close to cumming, but it doesn’t matter now. I’m going to make you cum on my cock and then I’m going to fill you with my seed, and you’re going to go back out to your friends, giggling as they ask you about what I did to you. I want you to tell them. Tell them what a good slut you are for me. I want you to blush and stumble over your words as you admit you let me cum inside you and that you love the way it feels dripping out of you as they question you.” He felt her walls clench around him, her orgasm about rock through her. “Fuck, you really like that idea don’t you, Princess? You want all your friends to know how naughty you are…That’s it, cum for me, baby.” Panting in her ear, he fucked her through her orgasm, pressing kisses to every inch of her skin he could reach. Burying himself inside her, resting his head on her shoulder, he let out a deep guttural grunt as he reached his climax, ropes of his seed coating her walls as they gently fluttered around him a few final times. 

Sighing happily he pulled her body as close as he could, letting her relax against him. “Gods, you are incredible, baby. I love you.” Pulling out of her, spinning her around he peppered soft kisses over her face, making her giggle as she returned the sentiment. Bending down he picked up her skirt, shaking out the rumpled fabric, holding her steady as she stepped into it, and slowly pulled it up her legs. Fluffing up her hair, dislodging the flyaways stuck to her damp forehead, and tucking in her shirt, he gave her a deep kiss. Stepping back and tucking his cock back into his pants, he ran his eyes over her as she smiled innocently at him. “There, now you can’t even tell you just spent the last hour being a dirty little slut. Are you ready to get back to your friends, Princess? Ready to tell them all the things I did to you and how much you loved it? Honestly, I’ll be disappointed if they don’t give me nasty looks next time I see them.” Laughing, he took her hand, slowly opening the door, peeking out before pulling her into the corridor. Running through the castle, laughing at her little screams as he pretended to chase her, picking her up and spinning her around when he ‘caught’ her. As they burst through the doors that would lead them to the lake, he slung his arm around her neck, pulling her close. “I can’t believe we only have a little time left here. I’m going to spend every free moment we have left burying my cock in you, Princess. But for now, go spend time with your friends.” He kissed her cheek and gave her ass a small slap, smiling happily as he watched her head for her friends.

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[femfallenangel]

nothing’s gonna hurt you , baby . | pt . 2

( tate langdon x fem!reader )

warnings ; cursing , pet names ( ? ) , dom!golden retriever tate , slight daddy / parental issues ? .

summary ; in part one ( https://www.tumblr.com/femfallenangel/723017291955126272/nothings-gonna-hurt-you-baby )

“ Hello , Tate ? I’m here , come out , come out , wherever you are freak ! “ a smooth voice of yours full - filled the loud , only growing each second the midnight silence. Just as the abnormally nice patient of your dad’s asked , you have appeared right at the midnight on the stairs of your not - so - new basement.

Your pulpits narrowed , reaching out for some kind of a body or shadow , but the weak light coming from such old did not help at all.

Stepping onto the most likely cold ground , you could not help but to scrunch your brows in annoyance ; i mean , what on earth was this guy even thinking ? Dragging you to such place at such hour ? You were about to turn on your heel where all of the sudden , a strong hand grabbed your throat , causing your posture to get lost under his growing pressure from much taller frame , pinning you now towards the wall.

It took you a second to realise who’s messy , golden curls belonged to. Tate laughed to your face , noticing the increasing the adrenaline precent in your hot - boiling body , causing you to jump.

“ Fuck , Tate , don’t do that again ! “ you yelled at the man as his grip released , still holding onto your chin though , making you hold a tense face - to - face contact with his amused look.

“ Come onnn , darlin’ , you cannot be that mad at me ! “ the noticeable rasp in his voice filled your senses with pure lust , making your brain to forget all previous events caused by his stupid , clear mindlessness. “ I’m sorry for making you wait sooo long for me though , will a small kiss make it up to you , hm ? “

You could feel your knees melting under his presence , by his fingertips glued onto your small chin but the irresistible side of yours has won. “ You’re pathetic to even think about that. Now come on , my parents aren’t home anyways so why not to hang out in my bedroom ? It’s much better and … neater than this place down there. “ a disgusted look painted onto your face which clearly must’ve look funny enough to Tate as another laugh escaped his sweet - spoken mouth.

“ Whatever you say , ma’am. “ with a smirk curling upon his lips , Tate hold onto your hand as you lead them upstairs , out of this filthy place. “ And I’m so glad they’re not ! I mean - I’d prefer not to meet with Mr. Harmon somewhere beyond our session , I doubt if he likes me like at all. He surely thinks I’m crazy or something like that. “ an eye roll he made caused a lighten up on your face , pulsing the blood to your cheeks to give them that rosey look real quick.

“ He doesn’t think you’re crazy , Tate. He simply thinks you’re a freak , and so am I ! I bet he wouldn’t talk to me either if I wasn’t his daughter … “ your voice became so small in the matter of seconds as you opened your bedroom’s door , leading much worried now Tate in.

“ Well then , if you’re a freak , you’re a mine freak. Deal ? “ he asked , cupping your burning - hot cheeks in his ice - cold palms.

“ Deal . “

With a wide smile on your lips , you showed every detail of your room to Tate who analysed & listened to you so carefully , with such interest that made your mind go crazy. No one has ever payed that much attention to your ‘ silly ‘ talking. He looked like art. He was art.

Not realising how you out of sudden cut out a sentence , Tate brought you back to earth by finally speaking out loud again. “ You look so sweet when you stare into me. You should do that more often. “ his joyful tone reached your hearings , causing your head to shake off as you chuckled at his words softly , lowering your sight from his posture.

“ We could … we could maybe sit on my bed , watch a movie , read something , listen to music … maybe even just sit and talk ? Or sit ? Without the talking part … “ a nervous tone took over your body , releasing all of the human boundaries from it as even after your lil de - orientation moment , Tate’s eyes pierced through you. He knew you knew he stares at you. He wanted you to know so.

“ Yeah. Yeah , anything’s fine with me. As long as you’ll be laying right next to me , I’m fine with even just your soul , your presence. It’s enough to fill my unstoppable hunger. “

Both of you sat on the well pressed sheets , burden of many pillows and blankets , causing your bed to have that cozy look. Tate without a word placed his veiny hands onto your waist , pulling you in - between his legs , wrapping those arms around you as his chin rested right next to your ear , giving you chills. An irregular breath escaped your mouth , a smile forced onto your lips as you could sense his every breath , every heartbeat.

“ This full of filth world does not deserve an angel that you are. I am here only to protect such pure soul , my love. As long as I am breathing , nothing’s gonna hurt you , baby. “

admin’s note ; DO WE WANT A PT. 3 !?!!?! & i’ll take care of all the kit & kyle requests soon , please feel free to request as i love making them sososo much <3

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[hearts4yawnzzn]

It's Just Basketball. // Lee Heeseung

Idol: Enhypen — Lee Heeseung Pairing: Lee Heeseung x gn!reader Genre: CollegeAU, enemies to lovers, basketball player Heeseung, He fell first she fell harder trope, angry Heeseung! Did I miss anything? Warnings: Cursing, pet names/nicknames, pinning, first kiss stolen, making out! Let me know if I missed anything Word count: 2.7k Please tell me if it's rushed <3

I hate you so much, Lee Heeseung.

That's how you would like to start if you ever got a diary, it's one of the many things you have to say about him.

In context you hate everything about him, the way he laughs at everything you do, the way he stares at you non-stop during lectures, the way he would always try to get you to sit with him at lunch, you were fucking sick of it.

Even after countless rejections, he would come back again like a puppy, waiting to be given a treat.

And as unfortunate as you had been, today was just another one of those days, but unlike other days, today you were prepared. You had awoken earlier than usual, arriving at Uni just an hour before your lecture started since you knew most of the Uni was empty, you decided to go to the indoor basketball court and sit high on the bleachers.

Your original plan was to study, but once you got to the entrance of the court that plan was discarded and thrown away. The loud squeaking of shoes can be heard, as well as the loud thuds of the basketball being dribbled across the floor.

"Shit... I didn't know someone would be here..." you mumbled to yourself before gripping the notebook between your hands tighter, it's okay, it's simple, you can just ignore them and continue your plan.

You subconsciously nodded to yourself before slowly opening the entrance door, not bothering to pay attention to who was practising, you hurriedly made your way towards the bleachers, climbing the stairs to the very top. You carefully set your notebook down and take out the pencil that you were keeping in your pocket.

Sitting in a good seating position,  knees up and your back to the wall, making you face the court before grabbing the notebook once more and finally putting it against your lap.

Without even a single thought in your mind, your hand grasps the pencils and starts to create various lines, shapes, and cute doodles. You giggle at what you drew in the middle of your notebook, it was an 'attempt' to draw a puppy, your eyes soon light up at the brilliant realisation.

'Lee Heeseung' was what you wrote under the drawing.

Placing your pencil down, the sound of footsteps catches your attention as you look over your knees and see the approaching figure of none other than Lee Heeseung.

He was wearing a white hoodie with black sweatpants, his face was covered in sweat making some of his hair stick to his face. Your eyes widened and you quickly held the notebook close to your chest, you would not risk him seeing what you drew.

Because you knew Heeseung, you were sure he would either be mad or make fun of you for it. You didn't want either of those things to happen so you were definitely against showing him.

"You've been drawing for almost twenty minutes. Anything interesting?" He leaned so he could try to peek at your notebook. He's been watching you the whole time? When did he stop playing?

Words were caught in your throat as you tried to form a sentence, instinctively leaning back as your head bumped into the wall. Fuck. He was so close.

You bit your bottom lip as you felt his breath contact your face, words struggling to come out.

"It's none of your business." you confidently spoke as you rolled your eyes after taking a deep breath. Heeseung clicked his tongue, clearly unsatisfied with your answer.

Taking you by surprise, he rests the palm of his left hand on the wall, right next to your head. Eyes widened as you looked at him like he was crazy.

Heeseung's lips lifted into a smirk at your reaction.

That fucking smirk. You wanted to wipe it off of his face. You hated it.

"Why are you so scared to show me? Hm?" your breath hitched at his dangerously low voice, "were you making fun of me?". You breathed out nervously, his gaze never leaving yours as you were unable to give him an answer because truthfully, he was right.

"N-No! It's just none of your business!" Heeseung's smirk grew wider at your stutter, seeming amused. He didn't have THAT effect on you... Did he? He slowly leaned back, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he walked away.

You breathed out heavily, fuck, you weren't falling for him, you would never. But you were confused, why'd he leave?

Eyes widening you quickly checked the time. "Shit, I'm gonna be late to class!"

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During class, you were writing down notes and answering your professor's questions, but apparently, your professor thought you would understand your topic more if you worked on a case study in pairs.

You were doomed, praying he wouldn't partner you with the person you despised.

He was calling out names, people walking over to sit with their partners.

"Okay, y/n and... Jay."

You let out a relieved sigh, and as you noticed Jay walking over to you with a smile, you returned it.

Jay wasn't the social type, but you have worked with him before so you felt pretty comfortable being partners.

"Hey y/n let's work hard, yeah?" you happily nodded as he sat down next to you, flipping through the pages of his notebook as you leaned closer.

The case study was simple, it was about how to solve the situation where a guy fell in love with a girl but she didn't love him back, so it mentally drained the guy and worsened his mental state. It was just a psychological case.

What you didn't know was that the case study explained the exact situation you are in right now.

Heeseung was not the jealous type, but when he saw Jay walking over to you and you smiling brightly, something in him just clicked. His face felt hot and he was staring at you the entire time, completely dismissing his partner.

It was unusual, for him, but what made him even more pissed was the fact that you wouldn't even look in his direction, it's like he didn't exist anymore.

You were definitely more comfortable with Jay than Heeseung, maybe because you liked being around his shy personality made him a very approachable person.

Working with Jay was the best, he made you laugh, gave you tips, and explained the things you didn't understand. It was way better than working with him. Way better.

"She can't forcibly like him back! We have to think about her side first, what if she has feelings for someone else?" Jay nodded at your point, seeming a little convinced. "That's true, we can't have her liking someone who is a potential psychotic nutjob."

You giggled at his reply, making him giggle back. It was impossible, how would you come to a solution where both sides of this case study were satisfied?

"Unless she somehow grows feelings for him, there's no way they would come to a mutual solution." you nodded, definitely agreeing with his explanation, it seemed the most logical out of everything you two have discussed.

You two continued writing down notes and possible solutions for this case study, laughing quietly and joking around when you two can.

From the other side of the room, Heeseung was 'working' with his partner on this as well, truthfully, he was staring at you the entire time, his face turning red every time you laughed with Jay or even smiled at him.

He was completely dismissing his partner for this so they were forced to do it alone.

A few minutes later, the professor clapped and announced the end of the lecture, you and Jay cleaned up your space and bid each other goodbye. You walked straight out of the room as Jay stayed back to ask the professor some questions.

When you walked out, footsteps could be heard behind you, but you ignored them as you do not want to deal with anyone at the moment.

The footsteps were way too familiar for you to notice, which was the exact reason why you ignored them.

"I know you know it's me." he spoke as he slowed his pace to walk beside you, “I don’t care, go away.” you finally spoke, eyes ahead of you, never meeting his. "I'm quite hurt that you ignored me y/n, I thought you liked me~" he fakes a hurt expression as he playfully placed a hand over his chest.

Rolling your eyes, you stopped walking and turned to lock eyes, "Will you please get it in that thick head of yours that I do not like you! I never will!" Heeseung looked taken aback by your quick reaction, it was not a good one, and you knew too damn well that you were spitting lies straight to his face.

Awkwardly placing his hands in his pockets, Heeseung gulped, you could see the clear actual hurt expression. You regretted your words, but no one needed to know that, as quiet and awkward as it was, you decided to turn around and leave.

You knew he wouldn't speak to you after this, but for how long?

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Almost four days have passed, and you barely saw him at all, except when you were in class. You would steal glances towards him discreetly, wanting to see if he stares back at you.

But he doesn't budge, not even moving his head as his vision is fixed on the board in front of him. You silently scoffed, looking back to your professor.

Once your lecture was over, you stayed back. You weren't the first one out of the door like you usually were. Instead, you stayed back until everyone left and the door was closed, knowing damn well that Heeseung was always the last one to leave.

As soon as you saw him standing up, his bag slung over his shoulder, you hurried to block his way, your back resting against the door.

He stared at you with an unamused look, sighing loudly as he crossed his arms. "Are you gonna keep standing, or are you gonna let me leave?" His look was something you never expected, the bags under his eyes were dark, his eyes were droopy, and it's almost as if his irises were losing colour.

You cleared your throat, your eyes not leaving his. You hated to admit it, but you were worried about him. Your mouth opened slightly, the words that came out were unexpected to him.

“Have you been sleeping? At all?” he scoffed, a cocky smile appearing on his face as he looked away, clearly unamused. “What’s it to you? I thought you didn’t care.” His tone was harsh and stern, something you didn’t expect.

He stepped closer towards you, straightening your back against the door, you had nowhere to go, you were trapped.

Your breath hitched, feeling his deep breaths fanning over your face, his hazy eyes locked with yours, you couldn’t stop staring. He just looked so fucking hot.

Your hand rested on his shoulder, in an attempt to push him away, but of course, Heeseung being the athlete he is, he wouldn’t budge.

“I was gonna apologise… For what I said yesterday…” you managed to squeak out, you were sweating, was the room this hot? Or was it just you?

He raised an eyebrow, slightly tilting his head as he leaned in. “What are you apologising for? I thought you ‘do not like me’ and you ‘never will’, hm?” He carefully recites your words from the last time you saw each other.

Guilt was building up in your stomach, you shook your head, wanting to prove him wrong. “It wasn’t the truth…” Heeseung was finally amused, even though what came out of you wasn’t a confession, it sure was one for him.

“Oh really? So you admit to liking me, sugar?” The nickname rolled off his tongue like honey, it made your face even redder (if that was even possible), and made your breathing uneven. You liked the nickname so much.You were weirded out by how much you liked it, but it suited you so perfectly, especially coming from him.

A small pout formed on your face, slowly nodding.

What he does next surprises you. A hand rests on your waist while the other is pressed against the door, caging you in properly.

Your hands fall to your sides, staring at Heeseung with wide eyes. “What are you doing…?” he doesn’t answer for a bit, his gaze flicking back between your eyes and lips.

He lets out a deep breath, leaning in before stopping as your lips almost touch his.

“Testing something.” As if these words were a signal given to him, he leaned in and pulled you by your waist, closing the space between you two, lips pressed softly against yours.You were too shocked to even process the fact that Heeseung is kissing you, the Lee Heeseung.

Heeseung slowly pulled back, a big smirk on his face as he stared at your shocked expression, clearly enjoying it. “I’ll ask again, sugar.” the hand on your hip travelled up your body, sending shivers down your spine as it finally rested on your cheek, cupping it.

“I-...” Would he even give you a chance to reply? Of course not.

He moved faster than ever, lips on yours once again, but this time, you knew what you needed to do. You kissed him back, something you have been longing for, ever since you gave him the silent treatment.

Even though he would never admit it, Heeseung was angry with you, he hated you ignoring him, he hated barely seeing you for four days, and he certainly hated it when you rejected your own feelings towards him.

His movements were slightly rough, kissing you with heavy breaths as you did the same, his grip slightly tightened on you, lifting your head back a little bit so he could have more and easy access, you grunted in response, Heeseung moving his lips to occupy your neck, your breath hitched. The feeling of his lips against your skin sending you through the roof.

But what could you say, you were starting to like him exploring your neck.

Your craned neck started to ache from the position, but you couldn’t care less.His lips were back onto yours, your hands moved up his chest and cupped his face, pulling him in deeper.

You felt his teeth nibble at your bottom lip, his tongue entering your mouth as you gave him permission so easily, but that’s where he flipped. Slightly rough turned into rough and hungry kisses, his tongue tasting every inch of your mouth as you let out a small squeal.

“Heeseung I don’t think-” you pulled away, slightly out of breath as you looked into his eyes. He didn’t give you a chance to complete your sentence, his lips back onto yours in almost an instant. He was hungry, craving for your touch and taste for who knows how long.

The second kiss was more intimate than the first, the way he kissed you with so much passion, yet so much roughness made your knees buckle, but luckily for you, Heeseung lifted his knee between your legs so you could sit on it and not fall to the floor.

Your hands were now playing with his hair, kissing him back as you felt his tight grip on your cheek. You loved this, you hated denying your feelings before.

When you were just about to pull him in, Heeseung pulled back, lips detaching from yours as loud and heavy pants escaped both of your lips. “I don’t care about who sees us. Even if they do, it would teach them not to mess with what’s mine from now on”

You didn’t expect him to look and sound so hot right after making out with you, you were thankful that was your last class and no one had walked in on you possibly doing worse.

He stared at the marks he had given youth, smirking as he felt proud of himself.

“We’ll continue this at your dorm later tonight.”

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[widowbitessting]

Sugar Mommies Season 2, Pt:2

Hi! Welcome back to my crazy little universe! Grab some popcorn, get comfortable and enjoy my lovies <3

Livvy ❤️💋❤️💋

You’re woken by Carol snoring loudly in your face.

And with some of her hair sticking into your eye.

The sudden noise jolts you awake from your sleep and you can’t help but jerk back slightly when you realise your nose is almost fully in her mouth.

You let out a startled noise, managing to waft Carol’s blonde locks from your eyeball and shuffle back; body freaking out when you near tip off the edge.

Yeah, your single bed is not ideal for two sleeping bodies.

You push Carol’s form from as far as you can before you nestle back under the duvet, sighing in bliss.

It’s all worth it -- so fucking worth it if it means Carol is here with you.

Even if she’s snoring her morning breath into your face.

You can feel yourself dozing back off to sleep, eyes growing heavier and heavier until your body decides to have other ideas.

A cramp seizes control of your insides and you let out a sharp gasp, near folding in on yourself.

You let out a shaky breath, eyes creasing as the pain washes over you.

Your hand moves to rest over your lower stomach.

No, you can do this; you’re cuddling in bed with Carol.

You’re not getting up because of period cramps.

You shuffle uncomfortably and start when Carol wraps her arm around you.

“You’re fidgeting, little one.”

“Sorry.” You whisper.

“Are you okay?” Carol asks, “or did I not burn off enough energy last night?”

You peak at her through one of your eyes and see her tired stare looking right at you.

“I’m fine.” You lie.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“I know.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I‘ve got some nasty period cramps. I’ll be okay, they normally go in a couple minutes. Half an hour tops.”

You don’t expect her to kiss you when she does and it takes you by complete surprise.

“What’s your morning drink, kitten?”

“My - my what?”

“You heard me. What do you like to drink in the morning?”

You tell her and after kissing you deeply, Carol shifts to climb out of the bed.

You grip onto her arms before she can move fully.

“What’re you doing?” You ask.

“Like I’m gonna leave my baby to writhe in pain while I try to get more sleep.” Carol winces when your nails bite into her skin. “Now come on, little koala. Let your captain up. I need to sort you out.”

“Oh?”

“Not like that…” Carol winks. “...not yet anyway. You need some TLC. Let me help you. Please?”

“Okay?”

“Did you just answer my question with a question, kitten?”

“Maybe.”

Carol bursts out laughing, leans down and kisses your forehead.

“Stay in bed and try not to be in too much pain, kitten. I won’t be long.”

Then just like that, she’s gone.

Walking through your home like she has lived there for years.

You can hear her humming as she quickly walks down the hall and you’re about to get up to go and follow her when another cramp pins you back to the bed.

God, you hate being a woman.

Periods are just the worst.

You define as 100% lesbian; do you really need to have this torture every month?

No.

Plus babies are just something you never clicked with.

Screaming tiny humans with sharp fingernails and no spatial awareness.

You’d take a cute cat or dog any day.

You’re focusing on your breathing, deeply exhaling loudly through your nose, when Carol re enters your bedroom, carrying two steaming mugs.

She smiles softly at you.

“Here you go, kitten.”

She places your drink on the bedside table, not trusting you to take it straight from her in case you scold yourself.

The first sip is like heaven; your eyes flutter and you let out a quiet moan.

“You’re really good at making drinks, Carol. Wow.”

She shrugs, sitting by your legs.

Your eyes wander down to her nipples that are protruding against her shirt.

“What can I say?” She replies, “Wands is a serious grump in the morning before her morning coffee. I had to be good at making drinks, kitten.”

It’s your turn to smile.

“Well, remind me to thank Wanda when I next see her. This is just what I needed.”

“Oh! I forgot the rest of it. Hang on.”

Carol vanishes within seconds and returns in less than a minute to you; now carrying a glass of water and some pain medication.

“Have some tablets and drink all of this please.”

“The tablets, yes. The water, I’ll sip some it but no. My coffee is too high of a priority right now.”

You don’t even register fully what you’ve said.

And because Carol doesn’t react right away, it tricks you into a false sense of security.

“What was that baby?”

She waits until after you’ve had your tablets, until you’re properly lulled into thinking you’ve gotten away with it.

“What was what?” You look at her with large, confused eyes.

“About the water. Repeat it for me.”

“I - erm,” You feel your cheeks burning up. “I can’t remember what I said?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“Telling…?”

Carol’s eyes twitch as she lowers herself to your eye level.

“You don’t sound so sure there, kitten.” Carol watches you like a hawk.

“I - I can’t remember what I said.” You reply quickly. “I promise.”

“Such a forgetful brain.” She says. “Dumb little baby. Need me to remind you what you said?”

You can only nod, trying to contain your anger at the insult.

You’d glare at her but you’d rather not get into any more trouble.

Not yet anyway.

“That you were going to sip some of your water, little one.”

Your eyes widen slightly.

“Oh yeah.”

“Oh yeah.” Carol mocks. “I’m gonna give you one chance to take that comment back, kitten.”

“Or what?”

Carol’s eyebrow raises.

“Do you really want to find out?”

You stare at Carol and look directly into her eyes; feeling all sense of confidence draining from your body.

“Come on, little sub. Use those words. I know you can do it.”

“What happens if I don’t…take it back?”

“Then I’ll call you Y/N until I say otherwise.”

She says it so simply that your brain almost doesn’t process what she threatened.

“What?”

NO!

“You can’t take away my nicknames!”

“Can’t I?”

You try to speak but the only thing that comes out is a garbled stream of incoherent words.

“N-no! They’re cute and lovely and - just, just no!”

“Then drink your water like a good little girl and I will call you all the nicknames you want, Y/N.”

“Yes, captain.”

It takes you exactly five seconds to drink the entire glass.

Carol watches you down the entire thing with an incredibly smug look on her face and the second you finish the last drop, she pulls you in for a kiss; holding your body firmly against her own.

“Such a good girl, kitten. Such a good fucking girl.”

Her tongue licks away any excess that escapes your lips and when she puts the glass back onto your bedside table, Carol’s whole body tenses.

“How long have you been standing there, MJ?”

“MJ?” Your head snaps to your door that stands ajar.

You hear her awkwardly laugh before the door opens further.

“Not that long…captain.” She winks at Carol. “I just wanted -”

Her voice trails up when the blonde abruptly stands up, glowering at her.

“What did you just call me?”

Carol walks over to your best friend, who resembles a deer caught in headlights.

“I need to make something clear. You do not get to call me that, understood? That nickname is reserved exclusively for Y/N, Wanda and Natasha...”

“I-”

“You don’t get to say it!” Carol continues. “Not even as a joke. Do I make myself clear?”

“Mhmm.”

Carol towers over MJ.

“The next time you want to make your presence known, knock. Like a sane person. Don’t just stand there and spy on us.”

“...I will.” MJ’s cheeks are red. So red. “Sorry.”

“Now.” Carol licks her lips, exhaling loudly. “What did you want to tell us?”

MJ looks at the blonde a second longer and then at you.

“You know what? Nothing. Forget it.”

She slams the door and seconds later, you hear the front door get the same treatment.

Carol lets out a sigh, bumping her head on the wooden frame.

“I overreacted. Shit.”

You jump out of your bed to cuddle into your blonde girlfriend.

“No - maybe. But it’s MJ. She’ll get over it.”

Carol turns to encase you in her arms.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yeah!” You lean up to peck the tip of her nose. “We argue all the time. She’ll come back in an hour or two. Order take out, watch a crappy horror or something and then agree to move on. Trust me. What just happened is nothing.”

“It is though.” Carol replies.

“How so?”

“Because it’s an argument with me. Not you, kitten.”

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True to your word, almost two hours later, MJ returns to your apartment, hair wet from the sudden downpour of rain.

Her shoes squeak as she walks through the front door, and when she spots the two of you nestled on the sofa, she offers you a small smile.

You pause The Lion King and smile back at her.

“Nice walk, MJ?”

“It was okay. Rain came out of nowhere.”

“Yeah I heard. Did you do a me and forget your coat?”

MJ toes her shoes off and chuckles.

“Maybe.” She replies. “It wasn’t raining when I left.”

You turn on Carol and smack her arm.

“See! It’s not just me who doesn’t take a coat.”

“Okay, kitten.” She kisses your temple. “I’ll buy you both umbrellas and personally attach them to your wrists.”

“Thanks, Cap.” You grin when you kiss her cheek, not missing the awkward way MJ clears her throat.

“I -” Now it’s your turn to awkwardly clear your throat. “I need to sort myself out…y’know…period wise…I’ll…be…back…”

You don’t miss the way Carol’s hand tightens on your arm as you stand up.

You pry her from you and offer a small smile to MJ before you vanish from the room.

Leaving Carol and MJ alone in the front room, The Lion King still playing in the background.

“So…” Carol starts, pausing Scar midsong. “Want a bright pink umbrella?”

“I’m okay…” MJ replies. “Thanks though.”

Carol sighs.

“Come here?” She says. “Please.”

MJ slowly walks over and sits on the edge of the sofa where you had just been.

“What’s up?” She asks, spotting a lone sock on the floor and deciding it is the most interesting thing on the planet.

“I’m sorry…” Carol says. “I overreacted. Big time.”

MJ shrugs.

“It’s fine.”

“It isn’t fine though; I shouldn’t have shouted at you. Especially not in front of your best friend.”

“Okay, that was uncool.” MJ looks up at Carol. “And you did sort of overreact…but it’s fine. I appreciate your apology. Even if it is a pretty crappy apology…”

Carol lets out a laugh.

“Hey!”

“I’m just being honest, Carol.”

Rolling her eyes, Carol checks her phone and smiles.

“Well this crappy apology is just about to be the best apology of your life, MJ.” Carol replies, “in about 2 minutes.”

“Oh?”

There’s a knock at the door.

“Two seconds more like. Go and answer it, MJ.”

She looks at Carol.

“If I open that door and Natasha and Wanda are there…”

“It’s not them. I promise.”

There’s another knock on the door.

“Go and answer it, MJ. Quickly.”

Doing as she’s told, something that Carol is very smug about, MJ goes quickly to the front door and opens it.

“Order for MJ?”

The man holds out a tray with one large take out cup to MJ and she takes it.

“Thanks.”

“Have a lovely day.”

MJ looks at the drink in her hand before shutting the door.

“Is this what I think it is?”

Carol shrugs.

“Taste it to find out.”

MJ does just that, not caring if it scalds her tongue as she practically inhales her drink.

“You got me a hot chocolate!”

Sprinting back to the blonde, MJ tackles her into a tight hug.

All the while not spilling a single drop of her drink.

“I accept your crappy apology!” MJ practically shouts down Carol’s ear. “Consider us best friends at this point!”

“Erm, and what exactly am I?” You ask, watching the two from the hallway.

“Hey, your girlfriend got me my hot chocolate. That’s practically the seal for best friend hood in my eyes.”

“You’re saying I’ve been replaced?” Your mock hurt bounces off deaf ears as MJ swigs from her drink again.

“You even got it from Coffee Bean & Brew! They make the best hot chocolate!”

“Only the best for you, MJ.” Carol grins

MJ hugs her again.

“Thank you.” Another swig. “Thank you, thank you; thank you!”

Getting up from the sofa, MJ practically vibrates from the room.

When she reaches you, she pulls you in for a hug.

“What’s that for?” You ask.

“You’ve got a scary girlfriend. But she knows and admits when she’s wrong. So thank you for choosing her. And the other two.”

“Erm, thanks I guess?”

She pecks your cheek before gulping more of her drink.

“You’re gonna finish that in record time, MJ.”

“You bet your ass I am!” MJ beelines for her bedroom. “Enjoy your film, girls! I’m gonna go ring Peter and tell him how awesome Carol is.”

This time when MJ slams her door shut, it’s out of excitement. Not anger.

You walk back over to Carol who is grinning up at you.

“I told you I’d handle it, kitten.”

“Yes, by feeding her hot chocolate addiction. She’ll be hyper for hours now.”

Carol pulls you in close as she presses play; resuming The Lion King from where you had paused it.

“Careful there, kitten. That’s my best friend you’re talking about there.”

You scoff and slap her shoulder.

Before nestling into her warm embrace.

“Oh whatever, captain.” You say with a smile. “You can deal with her when she crashes then.”

Carol groans and rests her head on top of your shoulder.

“As long as it means we’re okay and she’s not mad at me anymore; then deal, baby. Fucking, deal.”

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Rosé x GN!Reader

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It's become common for Rosé's friends to tease her and make jokes about her liking you and it's hard to believe that you haven't noticed the whispers or suggestive smiles when you pass the group in the hallways or before entering a classroom.

It all started when the two of you arrived late to a class and were consequently paired up to work together. Small exchanges of words turned into conversations and conversations turned into study meetings in the library.

For you, Rosé has become a friend. A friend that you get along with very well and that you really enjoy talking to. A friend, because people rarely demonstrate romantic interest in you and that's why you stopped trying to demonstrate interest in others. Why could someone like her ever have feelings for you?

And that's why you are content for just study dates or, at most, going to a coffee shop near the university when your studies end early.

Your brain refuses to notice the signs that maybe your feelings are mutual. If when you are explaining something and she is just looking at you or her eyes are fixed on your mouth, your thoughts make you believe that it is because she is paying attention to what you are saying. If she touches your hand or gets too close to you, you force yourself to believe it's because she wants you to pay attention to what she's showing you.

It's two months. Two months since you met and you're pinning at each other without taking action. At first your friends tried to encourage you, telling you to give it a chance, but your fear of ruining a friendship and trying to convince yourself that she doesn't feel anything for you is making them start to lose patience because you don't open your eyes.

Her friends' jokes went from “you're in love” to “for God's sake, take action before we do anything”.

Everyone around you can see your unspeakable feelings. Even the librarian thinks you have something and wonders if you don't know of a better place to meet than the library.

You sit in your usual seat and take your book out of your backpack to find the topic you are going to study. A short time later she arrives and sits in front of you.

You fall into the routine of reviewing, questions and answers and assignments. Almost an hour later, you're reading a part of the book when you feel like she's not paying attention to what you're saying.

“You’re very pretty” you freeze. You don't know if you heard what she said correctly, whether you should raise your head or keep your eyes fixed on the book and pretend you didn't hear. But your mouth acts faster than your brain.

“What did you say?”

“Oh God… did I say that out loud?” she lifts her head, which was resting on one of her hands, and looks at you.

“I mean, I heard you saying something, I’m just not sure what I heard”

She sighs and covers her face with her hands. “I said you are very pretty”

She doesn't want to reveal her face because she knows she's blushing like crazy.

“Do you really mean that?”

“What?” she looks at you. “Why would I lie?”

“I don’t know” you let out a breath when you realize you were holding it. “I mean, what do you mean by that?”

“I want to say that I think you are very pretty. And that maybe it’s time for us to have a real date that isn’t in the library”

“Why?”

“Are you serious? Is it that hard to believe that I really like you?”

You shrug and bite your bottom lip.

“C’mon. You are beautiful, intelligent and you are very kind to explain to me a subject that I already understood in class, but I let you explain it again just to spend more time with you”

“Have you already understood this subject?” you ask in disbelief.

“Most of it” she smiles and extends her hand to take yours. “A chance. A date is all I ask to prove that I really like you”

“I hope it’s amazing, because I like you too and I don’t want to be disappointed”

“You have my word” she squeezes your hand.

#writingroulette #rosé #bp rosé #rosé park #park chaeyoung #kpop fluff #blackpink #rosé fluff #blackpink fluff #rosé x reader #ninigummysmilefluff

[maybanksbabe]

Ok here are a few thots from my very long list for brat tamer!JJ cuz it’s horny hour for me rn:

Deciding to go brat mode and get on his nerves around the Pogues with a subtlety that is easily mistaken for normal teasing but JJ picks up on the subtext and the sharp warning glare he sends you🥵 he’s like “do that again I dare you”

JJ’s main methods of shutting you up real quick are mocking and humiliation during fun times iykwim

oh yeah and degradation kink goes crazy especially if you got him particularly moody

you trying to ahem tease him once and later than night he’s edging you for hoursss it’s pure torture

now he doesn’t rlly spend too much time on spanking like he doesn’t rlly do it as a separate session much but he does do it during yk with his RINGS on

Another kegger party and you’re seating on JJ’s lap as usual but you’re purposefully shifting around to get him hard and pissed off and so he grabs your jaw, tilting your head to the side and starts whispering in your ear and to everybody else around it looks like you guys are just being an overly affectionate couple but really he’s threatening you with the things he’s gonna do to you if you don’t sit still like a good girl

ok don’t judge me for this but…face slapping. Like not very hard to the point where you’re actually injured and in lots of pain, it’s like in between but holy shiiiii

CHOKING CHOKING CHOKING CHOKING

yeah and dacryphilia kink but obviously not when you’re actually upset

ok but…face fucking

ALSO ALL CONSENSUAL OFC!! I FEEL LIKE HE’D BE VERY HESITANT TO ROUGH YOU UP AT FIRST BUT AFTER MANY MANY DAYS OF ASSURANCE HE GETS MORE COMFY WITH IT

ALSO SAFE WORDS AND AFTERCARE ARE A MUST NO MATTER WHAT

HELP THIS IS PEAK WHORE BEHAVIOR WHAT AM I DOING

I AGREE WITH ALL OF THE ABOVE HOLY SHIT ANON HOLD ON YOU'RE GETTING A FULL RESPONSE IDC

do that again I dare you - sir?? challenge fuckin' accepted you're pushing his buttons aaalllll night until he can get you away

"is it too big baby? are you sure you can take it?" MY BRAIN IS MUSH RN he for sure knows that the quickest way to stop you from running your mouth when he's rocking your shit is to just mock tf outta you LORD -

he doesn't taking teasing lightly you're sO RIGHT! if you even try to rile him up by being a little too close to Pope or JB he's not going to let you cum until he damn well says so

PLEASE SPANKING WITH THE RINGS?? DURING DOGGY!!?!?! HE'S AN ANIMAL AND YOU LOVE THE STING OF THE METAL... He gets a couple of good smacks in before he refocuses on turning you into a boneless mess beneath him

IF YOU DON'T SIT STILL LIKE A GOOD GIRL YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO SIT AT ALL (see point above) he'd make sure you know you fucked up

No judgement here anon whatever floats your boat, but you're definitely right he wouldn't do it overly hard or a lot, but a couple of quick love-taps on the face when you're pinned beneath him really just takes it all up a notch -

HEAVY ON THE CHOKING ARE YOU KIDDING ME??! I feel like that one started as a joke but you both realised you were into it so it gets incorporated quite a lot into your... Sessions ;) bonus points for rings too (the rings stay on during sex ssshhh)

God just picturing the satisfaction on his face seeing you start to get all teary and overwhelmed and overstimulated, barely able to tell him how good you feel, just letting the tears free fall and ruin your makeup. motherfucker would probably lick the tears off your cheek once or twice -

AND YOU'RE SO RIGHT HE WANTS TO BE SURE THAT YOU'RE SURE YOU WANT IT BEFORE HE GOES ROUGHING YOU UP AND FEELS BAD ABOUT IT!!! JJ is all about the pleasure, but he 100% is a king afterwards too, getting you water, helping you clean up, telling you how good you did for him - I'll show myself out

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank smut #jj thots #libra speaks

[charleslebatman]

I have a hot take/unpopular opinions about Alex as someone who loves gossip but doesn't want to fuck Charles (I like my men older and less perfect) and isn't jealous of anyone dating him.

I don't have an issue with Alex going to races or not going (apart from her weird half hiding half posing for cameras thing) but the lengths people will go to prove she's this loving gf who just wants to be private and support her bf is crazy. Nothing about this relationship is normal and has never been normal. It's off and it's okay to admit it's off.

She shouldn't have said anything about why she wasn't at Monza because it just looks bad on her part, she doesn't owe an explanation on why she's not at a race, she shouldn't help grow the flaming rumors and theories by responding either. (It was obvious that her friends tiktok was "staged" because Alex was seen viewing a gossip page story about breakup rumors literally hours before that tiktok) Let the rumours fly, they'll die off the second you're spotted with him again there's no need to respond. If you weren't looking at gossip pages you wouldn't known they exist, quit caring so much about other people's opinions on your relationship.

She needs to stay truly private and quit looking at wag pages because her responses makes people feel entitled to her life and they have and will dig for more details. Her friends studying tiktok did nothing but ignite rumours and made people dig through her school files. Before they were publicly official she'd respond to gossip page questions using her bios, one of which was her flags and age and people went through her family tree etc because she gave them so much help by sharing that private information.

Or she needs to drop the privacy act and understand that dating a public figure means you don't get the privilege of privacy and keeping things to yourself is just going to make people dig and find what you're hiding. She needs to do herself a favour and not interact with fanpages or gossip pages because she's basically giving people the greenlight to search. You can't be private if you're appearing at very public events with your well known boyfriend and you can't be minding your own business if you purposely check in on how much people have dug up about you. She needs to focus on her school and use her boyfriends job to score free trips to see art around the world instead of wasting time reading gossip and trying to act like someone she's not.

I'll use Oscar's gf as an example, she's dating a public figure and whilst her accounts aren't all private she's kept her private info to herself whilst still sharing what she wants to share. Yes Oscar isn't as popular as Charles but Lily is someone who's kept her privacy because she's not fueling gossip by responding to nosy people, she's kept her privacy by controlling what she shares and what she doesn't, it's enough to satisfy gossip pages and doesn't give too much away. She goes to gps and does paddock walk with Oscar (something Alex hasn't which i have thoughts on) and she still kept private, she went to some big events for Oscar and Mclaren and still stayed private, she doesn't need to hint, she doesn't feel the need to prove they're still together when she's not seen with him, she's nice to fans which is why people don't get rude vibes from her like they do with Alex. (idk if the people saying she was rude were true but the car videos are enough to see she can't even throw a smile at fans to be polite she just sits looking bored or grumpy waiting for Charles to finish meeting fans) It also probably helps that Oscar actually knows his gf's name and acknowledges her without it looking staged.

I swear I'm going to pin this ask, bestie. It's all said here, I can almost even leave after this. ❤️

#anon #mastermind anon

[bakulova]

Immortal she, Return To Me - 1

A/N: Hello, I'm finally getting to writing the first chapter! You can find the Masterlist for this series on my pinned post!

Chapter Summary: We are going to time skip to present day. We are going to learn more about Y/n and their involvement with Wakanda. They also go through deja vus of situations that have never happened before in places they've never been.

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"Wha...what?" struggling to keep your eyes open, you look around you. A field? You look around and see many of the same soldiers and warriors you were fighting with just as confused. You look down and see you're wearing the same clothes and gear as you were a second ago. What happened in those minutes? Was the battle finished? Did we lose? Did he win?

You swallow harshly and start walking, wobbling and struggling to stay upright due to exhaustion. You find Bucky who's lost in thought while looking at his hand,

"What...happened?" he gives you a confused look, about to answer before he's interrupted by a wizard? What's a wizard doing here?

"Fights not over let's go!" The wizard urges us forward, where we see multiple wizards opening up portals to what looked like another realm until I saw them. It was Captain America, Iron Man, and Thor. All staring shocked as heroes rush forward ready to attack. You take a deep breath waiting for the signal.

"Avengers Assemble."

Everyone rushes forward with no hesitation and a brave attitude.

-A Year or Two Later -

*Bleep* *Bleep*

You jolt up. Wiping away the eye crust and drool. Both of which are total signs of good sleep. The alarm still blaring is quickly shut off and thus starts your day. Getting ready to work for a normal security company that pays decently but includes nothing exciting, or thrilling. Life before this was interesting. There was always something drastic and life-threatening but since the final battle, everyone's moved on or stepped back from a hero's life. You included.

You are Y/n L/n. A known hero for their liquid manipulation abilities. Liquid ranging from beverages to blood. Fans theorized that even with a drop of blood you could do real damage. Although you'll never confirm that... publicly. Don't want to make people even more afraid of you now.

How you got your powers were simple. You were a volunteer experiment. Tired of the life you had before, you wanted to do more than what was given to you. That doesn't mean you were exempt from the abuse. From scientists and guards who worked on keeping you tamed so you don't murder anybody. Even through all of that, you didn't let it hold you back. Escaping and joining the 'Shield' agency where you met the Avengers becoming good friends with them.

To get back to the present day, you entered work with the intention of getting through the day. Finish those boring papers and answer calls. Sitting down in your claustrophobic office room, you took a deep breath getting straight to work.

After several hours of the same old. You heard yelling. Tilting and twisting your head to the left a little bit to get a better listen. Silence. You scrunch your eyebrows with a small frown before continuing to work on your report. Then you hear it again but more defining.

"Help me!" A desperate voice cried out. Jumping out of your chair, you take off your blazer, and throw it on your desk. Before you book it, you grab your phone and shove it in your back pocket. Following the sound of the screams, you enter a hallway. Everything again goes silent. You stop, breathing slowly to listen. You search for any sign of struggle but there seems to be none, just a normal empty hallway. You sigh thinking you're crazy and walk back to your office.

Once you get there someone has taken your seat facing the door that you just walked through.

"Hello, Y/n. Long time no see."

"Hello, Shuri w-what are you doing here?" you say while walking to the left, leaning on the bookcase in front of the wall. She smiles before saying,

"You can come out now." You give her a questioning look. Then come two pairs of footsteps. Looking to your right, you see Okoye and a young girl who seems to be in either high school or college.

"This is Riri." That was her name huh. You raise an eyebrow and nod toward her. Who is gleaming and amazed.

"Wow. WOW. THIS IS SO AWESOME I LOVE YOUR POWERS. C-Can I get your autograph?"

Okoye huffs and eyes the girl, "Enough! We came for her help, not for a fan meet-up."

"Help? Why would you need my help?" You questioned, looking at Shuri who sighs.

"Riri here has created a school project that was then stolen and sold to the U.S. government to find vibranium," You nod still not understanding what this has to do with you.

"We have also discovered that there is an underwater civilization that is in danger because of her project and is trying to kill Riri and we need your help to stop them." The last part of her explanation is quickly said. You look side to side mouth open slightly.

"Oh." The three of them nod.

"So... will you help us? Please." Shuri pleaded with genuine concern. Okoye showed her support by nodding. Riri stared holes with a scared look on her face and her hands praised together pleading, begging.

You look down and think for a moment. This job is boring but it also is good financial support. If you leave you may be fired but you also get to use your powers on purpose and not when you're bored.

You finally decided, "Sure why the hell not."

The three women smiled while Riri whooped causing the rest to look at her concerned. She smiles shyly and gives a quiet 'sorry'. You snort before looking at Shuri,

"So when do we leave?"

-Taglist-

@violet-19999 @blushsage @ichigimm @sunshinedk0017

#namor x y/n #namor x you #namor x reader #namor imagine #black panther #wakanda forever #tenoch huerta

[set-phasers-to-whump]

waiting again

prompt: "don't move"

whumpee: shawn spencer

fandom: psych

hi this one is a part two to my fic for day 10, wait and see. hope you like it!

Gus is getting worried. It’s been almost two hours since Shawn left for that sketchy abandoned warehouse, and he’d promised to be back by now. 

Maybe he’s just running late, Gus thinks. 

Or maybe he’s been captured by some kind of evil former forklift operator, or something. 

He calls Shawn. C’mon, pick up, he pleads silently. Don’t make me have to come after you. I am not in the mood to face off against a crazy guy with a forklift certification. 

But Shawn doesn’t pick up. Gus debates calling for backup in the form of Jules or possibly Lassiter, but, well. They’re both busy and they’re not even on a case right now and maybe he’s being a little paranoid. Maybe. 

He goes alone. 

The Blueberry screeches to a halt in the parking lot of a warehouse that is significantly flatter than Gus had thought it would be. It’s collapsed. Shawn hadn’t mentioned that particular detail before he’d left this morning. 

Gus had already been anxious, but now that anxiety sharply rises. Maybe the warehouse hadn’t been collapsed before. Maybe Shawn had done something to make it collapse, maybe there had been a bomb hidden somewhere in the building, maybe an earthquake had hit this very spot, and nowhere else. 

He very, very cautiously approaches the ruined building. 

“Shawn?” he calls out, stepping over a large metal beam and wishing fervently that his friend had decided to do anything else today. “Are you here?”

“Gus!” Shawn’s voice comes from somewhere in front of him, loud and relieved. There’s the sound of rubble shifting, and then a very distinct “Ow!”

“Don’t move!” Gus shouts instinctively. “Just - give me a second, okay? Where are you?”

“I dunno, man, there’s…concrete and wood and stuff everywhere.”

Gus looks around and discovers that this descriptor also applies to his current location. Okay. Not helpful. 

“Say something else,” he calls out. “So I can follow your voice.”

“Okay, uh, I’m really glad you’re here, I mean, I knew you’d come, but my phone broke when the building collapsed - it collapsed right on top of me, all on its own, I swear I didn’t even do anything - and where was I? Right. The building collapsed and my phone broke so I couldn’t call you and - did you bring anyone else with you? Cause I’m kinda stuck here.”

As soon as Shawn says stuck, Gus steps through a partially-collapsed doorway and is immediately made aware of the problem. 

Shawn is lying there, covered in dust and bits of building material, and there’s a massive piece of concrete pinning his leg to the ground. There’s blood beneath it, and Gus steadfastly does not look at it. 

“Good to see you,” Shawn says. His face is a little too pale and his hair is speckled white with plaster. 

Gus crouches beside him, avoiding a large piece of rebar. He reaches into his pocket for his phone and calls Jules, holding up a finger of silence when Shawn opens his mouth to say something that is surely not going to be helpful. 

“Jules, hi, I’ve, um, well…can you maybe send some help to -”

He looks over to Shawn. “What’s the address of this place?”

Shawn makes an I dunno sound. 

“Okay, we don’t know the address, but it’s a creepy abandoned warehouse near a taco place that’s kind of also creepy and maybe abandoned.”

“Got it,” Jules says, almost immediately. “What happened?”

Gus tells her what he knows. 

“Is he okay?”

He looks over at his friend, who gives him an only somewhat reassuring thumbs up. 

“He’s alright. But he’s really stuck.”

“I’ll send the fire department. And an ambulance.”

Okay. Okay. Jules is sending real help, and everything is gonna be fine. Don’t think about the blood. 

He goes back to Shawn, passes him the phone so he can talk to Jules. He’s smiling and chats with her almost normally. But Gus can see the pain on his face, the way his expression goes still and serious the second he hangs up. 

Gus sits down beside Shawn, ignores the dust that gets on his pants, and puts his phone back into his pocket. He puts a hand onto Shawn’s shoulder and joins him in doing the only thing they can do. 

They wait.

thanks for reading!!!

#whumptober2023 #no.21 #don't move #psych #fic #shawn spencer #trapped #pinned by debris #my writing #i say things #ough. got rained on today and wasn't expecting it. very cold. #alsoooo i wanna go out tonight but i have no one to go with :( and i am Not going out drinking on my own that's no fun #boooo #it's fine. but. annoyed.

[thewitcheress2389]

First off i love your Shy healer at Kear Morhen fics!

And i really like your writing so i was wounder if i can request; Sleepy Sex With dom!Geralt and fem!reader?

I dont have anything to add maybe reader ended up in geralts room cause of a nightmare, or just the night being cold and it gets real heated when he starts flerting with her to make her blush. ;)

May i request a praise kink, size kink, body worship?

If your uncomfortable with the kinks you dont have to do them and you can add some, those are just some off the top of my head

Thank you so much! I'm not the most comfortable at writing things like this, it’s not my style, but I can still try my best at it💖💖 Sorry if it sucks, spice is not easy for me to do, but I hope you like this regardless! Sorry if it’s not what you asked for

*Hints of Sexual Content”

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In the Mountains of Kaer Morhen

Things get a tad heated when you venture into Geralt’s room, and it’s all because Lambert forget to give you a stupid blanket.

Lambert isn’t the brightest man on the planet, but you’d think he’d be thoughtful enough to give a lady a blanket when she’s cold.

Oh wait. This is Lambert here.

It’s not that he isn’t thoughtful. It’s that he’s just an asshole. So, while you were freezing your ass off in your room, an idea came to your head. One that may not be so lady like, but it was better than hypothermia. 

You decided to trek over to Geralt’s room.

You and the witcher have been intimate, so you weren’t worried about him finding this awkward. You were more worried about someone like Ciri or Vesemir finding out. Or even worse, Lambert or Coen. 

His room would be what you expected out of a witcher. A bit of a mess due to it being the winter, but also rather tidy due to him hardly ever being in here except to sleep. Looking out at the moonlit sky, you saw snow. No wonder it was so cold.

“What are you doing at this hour, Y/N?” Geralt’s voice nearly gave you a heart attack as you weren’t expecting him to be awake.

“How did you know I was here?” You asked in a whisper.

“This may surprise you, but I’m a witcher. We tend to have highly developed senses.” Geralt said before sitting up in his bed, the glow of his eyes piercing through the darkness of the room.

You could’ve slapped yourself for your foolishness, but instead felt your entire face heat up.

He was shirtless.

“Did you hear me at all?” Geralt’s deep voice broke through your trance, and you met his eyes to see him smirking at you. He obviously caught your staring. You simply shook your head, and he chuckled. That deep chuckle of his that caused you to feel all warm.

“Was there a reason you tried to sneak in here?” He asked, and you swallowed before answering him.

“I-I just wanted to sleep with you...it’s cold, and Lambert didn’t give me a blanket...” You told him, recalling the time that you and Lambert were the last people awake, and he didn’t have the decency to offer you anything warm on this cold night. Well, you didn’t think to ask either, but that’s beside the point.

“Well, you know I always would enjoy that.” The witcher had a certain emotion behind his voice, but you couldn’t place it. All you did know was that you quickly scurried under the blankets with him before you could get any more flustered.

He was more than happy to pull you closer to him, which you didn’t mind. However, the feeling of his bare skin plus the warmth of his breath on your neck was going to drive you crazy. Still, you tried to get some sleep.

Little did you know, he was doing this on purpose.

However, while Geralt’s subtle touches didn’t go unnoticed by you, you didn’t mean to accidently brush your leg against his...you know where I’m going with this. 

Well, you’ve awoken a beast.

Soon you were pinned beneath the witcher, sleep forgotten as you stared up into his cat-like eyes, glowing in the darkness. He leaned his face down closer to yours till you could feel his breath against your face.

“I can think of a million ways to warm you up...” He whispered in your ear, causing you to shiver. Then, Geralt proceeded to kiss you, but it didn’t stop at your lips. He went to your jawline, neck, and about everywhere that wasn’t restricted by your clothing.

You didn’t mind, having gone through this before with him. However, it never ceased to get you flustered. The witcher turned more into a wild animal when it came to sex.

“Then what are you waiting for...” You said through half-lidded eyes. That’s all you needed to say before Geralt began to undress you, cupping your breasts and so forth. You soon had your legs wrapped around his waist as you guys fooled around.

“You are a lovely woman...but I tell you that often. Let’s see how much of a good girl you’ll be tonight...” Geralt purred into your ear as you tugged on his pants. He wasted no time in actually starting the deed. Needless to say, witcher stamina was both a blessing and a curse.

You didn’t sleep much that night.

Also, got your revenge on Lambert. Those broken walls of Kaer Morhen don’t do much to block out noise, especially from a witcher’s ears.

#the witcher #witcher geralt #the witcher geralt #the witcher imagine #the witcher x reader #geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #geralt imagine

[ereardon]

A Place Like This [Ch. 7][Rhett Abbott x OC]

Summary: Rhett Abbott has never met a girl like you. You’re a corporate city girl in Wabang on borrowed company time — he thinks there’s no way you would waste it on him. So when you fall for the local bull rider, you’re both a little surprised. What will it take to get Rhett to realize he can give you everything you’re looking for? And will Rhett be able to reconcile the fact that your job is literally to dismantle Wabang and break apart the only place his family has ever known?

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x OC [Julia Han]

WC: 2.4K

Warning: Cursing, angst, fighting, smut

Series masterlist here

Contrary to what the Abbots thought, and probably the entire town of Wabang, you hadn’t gone to business school hoping you’d end up in a job like you had. 

You had gone because opportunity is a strange thing. 

Your parents did well enough. But they worked long hours and you spent more time with your grandmother from ages eight to eighteen than you did with your own mother. 

The day you got your acceptance letter to Wharton, you went to the cemetery and laid the paper letter on the ground, sitting crossed legged in front of the simple rounded tombstone you had picked a year earlier. 

“I did it, Ma Ma,” you whispered softly. “I did it.” 

It was her dream for you to go to college. Her dream was for you to get a graduate degree. She pushed you to be the best. She wanted more for you than she had been able to do.

Every single day you wondered if you were tarnishing her memory by doing a job that ruined other people’s lives. No matter how good you were at it. 

You knew that she would be so disappointed if she saw what you were doing in Wabang. 

***

“Rhett,” you whispered. 

“Julia.” 

You took a step back, Rhett’s hands falling from your neck. You shook your head. “This is crazy, OK. You can’t just come in here all heated and sweet and act like you didn’t walk out of here while I was sleeping. Act like you didn’t get scared and fucking run away. You’re giving me whiplash, Rhett. What do you want from me?” 

“I want you.” He stepped closer, sliding his large hands across your waist, bunching up your oversized shirt in the process. “Julia. I mean it this time.” 

“Do you know what wanting me means?” you whispered. “It means you want me for the good and the bad. It means you don’t leave in the middle of the night.” You paused. “It means you can’t hate me for what my job requires me to do.” 

“I’m never gonna be OK with you trying to get us to sell the ranch,” Rhett said, his voice thick and deep. “All I know is I want you. I need you. What you do from nine to five doesn’t change that for me.” 

“What happens when I leave?” you murmured. “Then what?” 

“Maybe I'll go with you.” 

You raised your eyebrows. “Really?” 

“I don’t know anywhere else,” Rhett replied. “But I don't think that really matters. Not when I know you. And maybe one day you’ll love me. And maybe that’s gotta be enough for now.” 

You looked up at him. His hair that was perfectly curling below the baseball cap at the nape of his neck. The tanned skin that knew what it was like to spend hours, days, outside in all conditions. The rough, strong hands that could caress your body but also repair a roof. 

“Julia,” he whispered gruffly. “Let me make you mine.” 

Against your better judgment, you reached up, wrapping your hands around his neck, pulling his face in toward you, locking your lips to his, feeling Rhett’s fingers tighten on your waist as he lifted you up, pressing your back against the empty wall, kissing you like he wouldn’t wake to see the sunrise tomorrow. 

Rhett was everywhere. His hands on your waist, his mouth dragging from yours, down your chin, across your neck, kissing the space around your clavicle, latching onto the delicate skin behind your ear. You moaned and threaded your fingers into his hair near his neck, whining as he shifted your legs so they were wrapped tightly against your waist as he held you pinned against the wall, his hips rutting against yours, until you could feel him growing hard against your pelvis. 

“Fuck, Rhett,” you muttered as he pulled his lips from your skin, looking up at you with rapt eyes. 

Without saying, Rhett knew what you were thinking. He carried you across the small living room into the bedroom, putting you down gently on the bed. Before you could even speak, Rhett had you pulled to the edge of the bed, his fingers hooking in the band of the underwear you were wearing, tearing them off with a sharp snap, his mouth on your folds as you tossed your head back in a whine. 

“Shit,” you whispered, one hand coming out to push off his baseball cap before threading your fingers in his hair, tugging him closer.

Rhett slipped his tongue in your slick hole as you writhed above him on the bed, flicking his tongue over your folds up to your clit. He groaned as you squeezed his head with your thighs, the rumbling groan sending shooting vibrations through your core, causing you to gasp in pleasure. “Fucking hell, darlin’,” he whispered. “You’re so damn wet for me.” 

“Don’t stop,” you begged as he dove back in, nose pressed tight against your clit, his tongue lapping at your folds as one finger pressed into your tight hole. You moaned as he slid in a second finger, curling at the top, practically coaxing an orgasm out of you. “Shit, Rhett!” you cried as you came on his fingers and face. 

He pulled back, licking his lips, and held out his fingers toward your mouth. “Lick them,” he demanded and your eyes widened but you opened your eyes. “Taste good, baby?” he asked, rolling his thick fingertips across your tongue and you nodded dumbly. 

Rhett stood up, pulling off his dirty jeans and unbuttoning his shirt. You ripped off your oversized shirt, reaching out for his thighs before he could sit down on the bed. “Now I want to taste you,” you murmured and Rhett groaned as you slid off the bed onto your knees in front of him. He backed up a step, leaning against the wall, as you dug your fingertip into the waistband of his boxer shorts, pulling them down. He stepped out of the leg holes and you were face-to-face with his hard cock. You could feel yourself dripping onto the hardwood floor where you knelt naked between his legs. 

You leaned forward, running one finger along the shaft of his cock. Rhett tipped his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, groaning loudly. You pressed a chaste kiss to the tip of his weeping cock before wrapping your hands around the base, taking him into your mouth in one movement. 

Rhett’s hands slapped the wall behind him as you bobbed your head further down his cock, massaging his balls with one hand while the other wrapped around his waist to his ass, tugging him closer, his cock hitting the back of your throat, forcing saliva out of the corners and causing a gurgling, sloppy noise to echo in the small bedroom. 

“Fuck!” he whimpered as you took him deep into your throat, looking up at him with doe eyes. He watched his cock disappear into your mouth over and over again. “Julia,” he whispered as you slid your tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock before taking him back into your mouth, practically choking on his thickness, tears starting to stream down your face. “Baby, you’re so good, gonna make me come all over that perfect fucking mouth. Honey, please, please, want to fuck you,” he begged but instead you increased your grip on his hip, tugging him in closer, watching as he moved his hand from his sides, coming to grab your head, giving in to his desires, thick fingers tightening in your hair as he guided your mouth down onto his cock over and over again until he was practically crying in ecstasy. “Fuck, Julia, feel so fucking perfect, going to come down your goddamn throat.” And then with a final grunt he was spilling his seed into your mouth, down your throat, watching as it filled you, dribbling out of the corners of your mouth as he fucked into you a few more times, relishing in the feeling of your tongue and cheeks milking him. 

Rhett loosened his grasp on your head and you pulled back, swallowing loudly, wiping at your mouth with your hand as you rocked back onto your knees and looked up at him expectantly. 

“Shit,” he whispered, reaching out and rubbing one thumb over your cheek. “Come here, darlin’, let me hold you.” 

And then you were both on the bed, Rhett’s arms wrapped around your waist, your arms around his shoulders as you laid on top of him, grinding your wet cunt against his hip as he kissed you feverishly. You whimpered into his mouth as you shifted to the right, feeling his sticky cock start to harden against you. “Please,” you whispered. 

Rhett smiled, reaching down and squeezing one ass cheek. “Give me two minutes, princess. And then I promise, you can fuck me as long as you want.” 

You nodded, reattaching your lips to his. But you couldn’t help yourself, you were wiggling your hips against him, feeling his cock harden as you pressed into him until finally Rhett pulled away with a smirk. “Fuck, baby, you’re desperate aren’t you?” 

“I want you, Rhett,” you whispered against his neck, lips kissing behind his ear, down toward his collarbone. 

“You have me,” he replied. “Honey, you have all of me. Everything I can give you is yours.” 

You grinned against him, sitting up, straddling Rhett’s hips. You leaned back, lining his cock up with your entrance, looking at him for approval. 

Rhett leaned back against the pillows. “You gonna ride me like a little cowgirl?” 

You smirked. “While in Wyoming, right?” And then you lifted up, sinking down on his thick, aching cock as Rhett’s mouth fell open in a deep groan. You practically screamed as you took him all the way inside of you, his thick cock threatening to split you in two. Rhett’s hands came out to steady your hips and you leaned forward, one hand on his chest, bracing yourself. 

“Take it slow, sweetheart,” he murmured sweetly. “Take your time, honey. Just breathe.” 

You closed your eyes, pulling your hips up an inch before sliding back down on him, whining at the stretch of his cock as he filled you. 

“Just like that, baby,” Rhett whispered, his fingers rubbing reassuringly on your hips. “Taking me so good, honey.” 

You opened your eyes, watching him with your mouth hanging open as you shifted forward and back, starting to find your rhythm, feeling Rhett’s thick cock slam into the gummy part of your walls as you moaned on top of him. 

One of Rhett's hands found your breast, tweaking your nipple. He helped rock you forward and backward on his cock, your clit skimming over his pelvis with every movement, sending you into overdrive. 

You were panting, whining on top of him as Rhett lifted his hips, fucking into you, one of his thick thumbs circling your clit expertly. “Rhett,” you moaned, your eyes glued on his. “Fuck, God, think I’m going to come.” 

“Come for me, darlin’,” he urged as your eyes rolled back into your head, hips stuttering as you chased the orgasm on his cock, a scream ripping itself from your throat as you collapsed forward onto his chest with labored breaths. Rhett rubbed your back with one hand, continuing to fuck hard inside of you. “Good girl,” he whispered as you whined against him. “Sit up for me, baby.”

You rolled off of him and Rhett quickly repositioned you on the bed, face pressed into the pillow, ass and hips in the air as he tugged you back on his cock, practically growling as he plunged into you. This time he hit deeper than before and your moans spilled onto the pillow and duvet as Rhett’s fingers gripped your hips, fucking into you hard, every thrust eliciting a string of perfect moans from his mouth. 

“Fuck, yes, so fucking tight,” he groaned as you whined beneath him. “Gonna fill this perfect pussy up. Make you mine. Fuck, Julia, you’re so goddamn perfect.” 

Rhett reached down, palming one of your breasts as his sweaty chest pressed against your back and you whimpered while he slammed his cock into you, finger squeezing your nipple before letting go, tugging you by the hair until you were flush with him, the two of you on your knees on the bed, his arm now wrapped around your middle as he fucked up and inside of you. 

“Shit,” he moaned, one hand trailing down to your throbbing, soaked clit. His fingers started to circle the swollen bundle of nerves, causing you to whimper loudly, the sounds in the room your whines mixed with the sloppy sound of skin slapping. “Come for me, darlin’, come one more time for daddy.” And then you were breaking around him, eyes glued shut as you trembled in his arms, Rhett’s fingers circling hard on your swollen clit as his hips stuttered, cum shooting in hot ropes inside of you, filling you. 

The two of you collapsed onto the bed and Rhett rolled off, quickly gathering you into his arms, pressing soft kisses to your temple. “Come here, darlin’.” 

You nestled deeper in Rhett’s arms as he held you, whispering lightly in your ear. 

“What’s Chicago like?” Rhett whispered. 

You smiled. “You’d hate it. It’s just building after building. No grass. Barely any air. Subway tracks above ground. Cold as fuck in the winter. Hot as hell in the summer.” 

“But you’re there.” 

“Yeah,” you murmured. “When I’m not traveling, I’m there.” “What neighborhood do you live in?” “Gold Coast,” you said. “It’s nice. Nicer than other parts I guess.” 

He was silent for a moment. Then, “Julia?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I want more than this place,” Rhett said. “Want more than the life that has been laid out for me.” 

You rolled over, running one hand down Rhett’s face. “Are you saying you want to leave Wabang?” 

He nodded. “When you leave, I’m going with you.” 

“What about your family?” you asked. “What about Amy?” 

He grimaced. “I don’t know. But if there’s no town, then there’s really nothing left for me here. There's nothing left for any of us. We'll all just going to have to figure out a new way to live.” 

"Rhett? I've been thinking." You brushed his hair out of his face. “And i think I have an idea.” 

“What kind of an idea?” 

You smiled. “There might be a way to save Wabang.” 

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Pretty in Pink : an unfinished draft that’s been left sitting in my docs for way too long

All the lead up to smut without anything happening, very abrupt ending, Bojan in the Pink Tavastia Collar tm, and the start of some good ole fashioned puppy bojan without getting to the good stuff

“Woo, home time!”

“I’m sooo tired du– hey, shuffle up– thanks, okay, cool… auhhhh… yeah, home time.”

“Vou, big yawn. You go sleep?”

“When we’re back at your flat, yeah.”

“Aww.”

“…what?”

“You miss out on surprise, Bojči.”

“…what do you mean?”

“Here. Look.”

“…”

“…”

“Is that one of the coll–”

“Shhh. Mikke front seat.”

“Okay, okay… just. Hhh– what the fuck.”

“You look cute in. I want to see my puppy again.”

“… holy shit.”

“You do not like?”

“No– no, I lov– it’s good, I love it. I’m wide awake now.”

“Phew, okei.”

“…I jus– h-how’d you get it?”

“Stole from Matti. Will return. Don’t stain it.”

“Jeeesus, Jere…”

— — — — —

The moment after Jere waves the car away, shuts the door, and kicks off his shoes, Bojan has him pinned against the wall. His eyes dart between Jere’s soft yet chapped lips and his icy eyes, staring right back with innocence, as if he hasn't basically been teasing Bojan the entire car ride.

When Jere showed him the collar, that little strip of pink dotted with black spikes sitting in his hand, Bojan’s mind raced back a few hours. He knew he was going to join Jere on stage for Cha Cha Cha for both shows, and half joked, half suggested that he wear the dancer’s bright pink costumes. Matti took that suggestion in stride and passed him his outfit to try it on, maybe recording something while they’re at it. Bojan could only slip the collar on and pull it tight around his neck before he decided that was enough, and sat patiently for Matti to pass him the costume from behind his phone instead.

Just a short, fun video. That was all.

Until Jere walked in and called Bojan “my pretty puppy.”

All he could do was sit as Jere tousled his hair and baby-talked to him in Finnish, pretending like it was absolutely not turning him on in the slightest. Bojan decided to test his luck when Jere gave him a command to speak, and he barked.

Now why, in all things holy on this very Earth, did his spine tingle with arousal all the way from his non-existent dog ears to his dick?

He tried to laugh the feeling off, and thankfully Jere joined him. Bojan prayed that his jeans weren’t tented when he passed the costume back to Matti, and hesitated when he reached up to unclip the collar.

“Here, I got.”

Jere’s fingertips brushed his neck. Bojan’s breath hitched. The tightness of the collar around his neck was gone, and for some reason, Bojan missed it.

“There we go, puppy.”

He could blame any pink on his cheeks from drinking. Easy.

What wasn’t easy was trying to stay calm when getting on all fours, letting Jere ride him with his hand so dangerously close to his neck, accidentally revealing his O-face to hundreds of people twice in one night, and then having to sit next to him in a silent car ride, knowing he’s going to get his brains fucked out and be barking like a dog for Jere–

He …huh. Okay then.

“You still sleepy?”

Bojan, back in the moment, lets out a weak chuckle.

“No. Nope. You kept me awake. Hand on my thigh and all that.” He tugs Jere’s puffer jacket off his shoulders. “I always fall asleep in cars, plus it’s, like, one in the morning. It’s crazy how a little bit of your attention makes me stay up.”

Jere smiles as he watches him talk. He slides the jacket off and hangs it up, then returns his hands to cup Bojan’s cheeks. They’re warm, flushed from cold air and close proximity.

“We celebrate now. To Bojan here in Finland,” in between giving a quick kiss to his lips, he whispers, “here with me.”

Bojan lets his eyes drift shut as they sink into a longer kiss. His hands trail up underneath Jere’s shirt, pulling him closer as he parts their lips with his tongue. Jere nudges forwards and their teeth clack together, but all Bojan feels is his adorable smile pressed into his lips that he’s going to feel imprinted on them, long after he returns to Slovenia.

He wants to revel in the warmth of Jere’s mouth, taste the slick wetness of their tongues together for the rest of his life. Bojan keeps his hands on Jere’s hips, gently squeezing his love handles.

“And to successful concert,” Jere adds, though it sounds a little more like “suck-ess-fool” to the Slovene's ears.

“Mmm, yeah.” Keeping his eyes shut, Bojan trails kisses up from Jere's lips to his cheek, then nibbles at his earlobe. In turn, Jere lets out sweet sighs of pleasure, his head resting on Bojan’s shoulder.

“I’m so glad we’re alone now,” he whispers into Jere’s ear.

“I get to see puppy all for myself,” Jere responds, breath hot against his neck

Bojan stills.

There’s that stupid little tingle again. It happened in the car, it happened in Tavastia, it happened in Liverpool when Jere called him his dog in that steak restaurant, and, fuck, it’s happened so many more times when Bojan fantasised about Jere all alone in his bedroom.

“Bojči? You ok–”

“Do you still have the collar?”

Bojan refuses to give him a chance to worry if anything is wrong.

It takes a second for Jere to verify the situation, and he grins, reaching over to his jacket. He dips his hand into the pocket and backs up against the wall, separating their embrace, much to Bojan’s dismay. It’s momentary sadness, as when he pulls the collar out, that little irresistible strip of pink fabric, Bojan swears he might collapse from how weak his knees become.

Jere dangles the collar from pinched fingertips, practically eye-fucking Bojan right where he’s standing.

“You want to wear again?"

“Obviously,” Bojan whispers, conscious of the heat in his cheeks and how embarrassing he must look.

Jere flashes a smile. When his fingertips brush against his neck, Bojan feels like he’s going to explode. There's no delicate way to put it. Jere knows his weakness and Bojan knows he’s going to use it to his advantage. The collar is soft against his skin, wrapping around his neck just like Jere’s hands from the past times they experimented together — explored each other's bodies, as one might say.

The ends of the collar click together, and an overwhelming heat rushes through Bojan’s body. He can’t help but shudder when Jere cradles the back of his head. Something about being locked in, being his puppy, being owned.

Bojan never considered himself to be a kinky guy, but he might have a few things to discuss with Jere in the morning after, including a trip to whatever weird Finnish sex shop they can find.

“How it feel?”

“…weird,” Bojan answers. Jere’s smile drops so he finishes his response. “Good weird. It’s good, just different, and I– I like it. Yeah… I like it. What do you think?”

Bojan puffs his chest out with his question, making Jere giggle behind his hand.

“You make very cute puppy, Bojan,” he says, “but I like you better on floor, where dog belong, yes?”

Jesus fucking Christ, if he doesn’t fuck me right here, right now, this trip was all for nothing.

His face gives away his thoughts. Jere laughs again, his hand moving up to stroke Bojan’s hair. Bojan relaxes at his touch. He glances to the side when Jere gently holds his greying strands in between his soft fingers, wishing he wouldn’t have a constant reminder of his stress poking out from his hairline.

“Am I going fast? Too much for you?” Jere asks.

“No– no, keep going, I like it when you talk and… talk about what you want me to do.”

Jere hums.

Bojan stares at his lips, plush, soft, a little chapped from the cold. He has no doubt Jere’s staring at his own too.

“On floor. Like on stage, you crawl. You crawl for me, like walking dog. You can do, yes?”

It practically rips the oxygen out of Bojan’s lungs with how easy and casually he can say that. Their eyes meet, Bojan staring at him, with parted lips and upturned eyebrows. He nods, awkwardly lowering himself while he holds onto Jere’s arms for balance.

“There you go,” Jere coos as his knees hit the floor.

He doesn’t seem to care about how hard Bojan holds onto his forearms, or how his ankles click, or how he groans at the aches radiating through his post-gig body. Every little thing that Bojan thinks about seems to fly right past his mind. How can Jere not see how embarrassing he looks? How pathetic, and desperate, and awkward, and–

“Good boy, Bojan. Good puppy.”

“Woof.”

Bojan barks.

He feels that goddamned tingle up his spine again.

AAAAAAND THATS ALL I GOT UP TO :DDD

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