#lucy boynton x reader

[illfoandillfie]

heyyy i'm not really around in the queen/borhap fandom anymore (😞) but i do miss lucy a lot... ik you did mommy kink with her before with dom!reader, so for your advent calendar blurbs maybe you could do mommy kink with sub!reader this time?? i don't have any concrete ideas, maybe teasing her at an event or family gathering, but if you can think of something else that's great too. everything you write is amazing anyways 🥰 and i just really wanna call lucy mommy tbh lmao

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 5

ahhh this is a great request, you always come up with fab Lucy ideas for me! And wanting to call Lucy mommy is soooooo valid

I will admit I completely spaced on everything after the words sub!reader tho skfksjfksffgkksdfks but hopefully you like it!

Warnings: mommy kink (natch), light hair pulling, neck kissing, oral, strapon, minimal editing.

“Can I braid your hair?” Lucy asked, setting aside her book and pushing herself to her knees, disturbing the blankets she’d been tucked under.  “Sure,” you turned, amused, and let your hair fall from the messy bun you’d been wrangling it into.   She looked ridiculously happy as she tapped the spot in front of her, wiggling a little as she settled back on her heels.   You sighed as her fingers raked through your hair, brushing it out gently. It was always nice when Lucy did this, making you shiver slightly as she played with your hair. There wasn’t any need to talk – you'd already told each other about anything interesting over dinner – so you settled into a comfortable silence, just enjoying the sensations as she worked. Lucy, never totally content with silence, started humming something softly as she created the braid, twisting strands together in a way you were never quite capable of doing yourself. You let your eyes close, breathing deeply, as you relaxed.  

A sudden tug brought you back, a little gasp falling from you at how good it felt.   Lucy chuckled at the sound, leaning forward to kiss your neck, a total contrast to the sweet humming of a moment before. As her lips trailed your throat, her hands moved down your arms and around to cup your breasts, squeezing, thumbs teasing your nipples, braless as you were.   “You know you could have just asked,” you said, arching into her, very okay with the change.   “But I like the element of surprise.” When all you did was chuckle she added, “I also like your moans.”  The feeling of her breath in your ear followed by her lips tugging on your lobe, did make you moan but you were just glad you were making her happy.  Whether it was a response to your obvious arousal or pure coincidence, her hands began to wander further, moving to tease you through your pyjama pants.   You wanted more but it was hard to vocalise it. Between her hand rubbing over your cunt, the other pulling intermittently at your hair, and her tongue tracing the length of your throat, it was impossible to focus on one thing long enough to ask for more. So when you finally did get something out it wasn’t at all specific. A whiny, “mommy.”  Lucy paused, everything stopping long enough for you to realise what you’d said.   “Oh. Your that horny. Good.”  You could only nod as she went back to teasing you.  “So,” she said against your throat in between nips and sucks, “would you rather eat me out, or wear the strap for me to ride?”  What you really wanted was for Lucy – Mommy – to make you cum but apparently that wasn’t an option, so you managed to hum indecisively before answering, “both.”   Lucy laughed, “That’s good. You gotta get me ready first. Why don’t you strip and get the strap?”  Your hands felt clumsy as you did so, your excitement getting the better of you, and by the time you turned back to Lucy she was naked in bed, waiting.  

Before she could so much as ask, you were settling between her thighs, trying to angle your body so the strapon wasn’t quite so noticeable as it pressed against the mattress. Easier said than done but in the end it wasn’t so distracting that you couldn’t also pleasure Lucy adequately. She directed you a little, made sure you focused your tongue where she liked and that you fingered her enough she would be ready for the toy. But mostly she was able to just lie back and enjoy it. You would have ignored your own need for as long as she told you to, as long as you could keep tasting her, sucking at her clit and licking up the juice that leaked from her hole. Although you did find you could sort of grind your hips against the dildo, just to take the edge off. Afterall, licking Lucy, hearing your Mommy’s moans, the way her voice broke as you made her feel good, just made you even hornier and you were already fairly well worked up. But she wasn’t about to let you have too much. She didn’t even let you have the second-hand satisfaction of tasting her orgasm, stopping you and pushing you away before she’d reached her climax. Even when you whined about it, Lucy didn’t change her mind.   “Why don’t you sit right here,” she indicated the spot she’d just rolled out of, “sit there, lean back against the headboard.”  You might have been pouting about missing out on making her cum, but you did as she asked. And, once you were settled, you watched as Lucy climbed onto your lap, slowly sinking down onto the dildo.  

Thankfully she let you hold her hips, squeezing them as she adjusted to the stretch and gradually took more. You wanted to help her, to thrust up into her, to fuck her, but the position didn’t allow it. All you could really do was sit there and watch as she got herself off in your lap. She did kiss you though, grinding down and raising herself up on her knees as she pushed her tongue between your lips. You gasped into her mouth as her nipples brushed yours, the feeling electric when you were so desperate for any sort of stimulation. Little by little Lucy worked up her movement, riding the cock you were wearing and you began to wish it was real so you could feel her wet heat stroking it. You could hear it, still taste it on your lips. And you could feel the rise and fall of her hips as she found a rhythm she liked, the weight and warmth of her as she braced herself on your shoulders. Her breath was warm against you as small noises of pleasure rose in her throat, eventually becoming full moans as she lost herself in the movement.   You swallowed hard, bit your lip, and did your best to help her any way you could.  “God Mommy, fuck,” you groaned, moving your fingers to rub her clit as best you could, “you’re so wet.”  “Good girl,” she managed to pant, “Being so good,”  You moaned at that, wishing more than ever that you were the one being fucked.   “Getting close. Gonna cum on your cock.”  “Yes please, please Mommy cum,” you babbled, needing to see her finish almost as much as you needed to be touched yourself.   Lucy moaned at your encouragement, so you kept it up saying whatever popped into your head, your fingers digging into her hips as she got herself off.  

As her orgasm subsided Lucy slowed her hips, rocking on the dildo to extend her pleasure and ease to a stop. Her breathe was heavy and for a moment she sank against you, panting against your shoulder as you prayed she’d reward you with an orgasm of your own.   You were in luck.   When she was able, she eased herself out of your lap, gently encouraging you to lay down. With soft fingers she undid the harness from around you, guiding your knees apart as she unfastened the dildo from the O-ring. Her fingers dipped between your lips, gathering and spreading your wetness.   Lucy hummed happily as she discovered just how affected you were, “You really liked that, huh?”  “Yes Mommy.”  She beamed as you kept using the name, “Such a good girl. You’ve definitely earned this then.” Lucy stroked the length of the dildo, still slick from being inside her, between your lips and you whimpered with how badly you wanted it. She made you wait a little longer, teasing you with the toy as her fingers worked in and out of your hole. Until finally she deemed you ready, slowly pressing it into you. She’d pull it out a little and push it in that bit deeper, sometimes just holding it in you as she leaned down to repay you for the way you’d worshiped her with your tongue. And then she’d pull back to watch the cock enter you, alternating between the two until you were taking the dildo as deep as you could. From then on she watched you carefully as she fucked you with the toy, holding it firmly and shifting its angle depending on the sounds you made. Most of them were moans and whimpered ohs, the odd ‘Mommy’ and ‘fuck’ thrown in when she hit the right spots. When you reached your peak, Lucy pulled you over the edge, her thumb rubbing your clit as she kept fucking you until you were through. 

Lucy only left the bed briefly, to set the harness and dildo aside, and then she was back, her legs intwining with yours as she kissed you again. You sighed, satisfied, against her lips, and felt her smile in response. 

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[bohemianboynton]

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[thinkergwil]

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[borhapparker]

special victims unit | borhap cast x female!oc - chapter three

summary: The Special Victims Unit, a specially trained squad of detectives in the NYPD, investigate sexually related crimes. Lead by Lieutenant Astrid Morrison, they solve New York’s most sensitive cases, as well as battle with their own demons from the past.

warnings: mentions of sexual assault, lots of talk of conditions, mentions of death, mentions of underage acts, lots of triggers mentioned above

word count: 4.3k

series masterlist  |   teaser |   chapter one | chapter two

It had been another long day, cases replaced by paperwork as Astrid sighed, putting her pen down and closing the folder. She had finally found the time to sit and sign casefiles given to her earlier in the day, and it was only 2 in the morning. The phone on the desk pinged, as she picked it up, smiling.

'You done, beautiful? Need a ride?'

Shaking her head, she smiled before texting back.

'I'm okay, I'll be home soon, promise'

Her office phone rang, as she turned and picked it up. "Morrison."

"Lieutenant, we have a victim. I'll send you the address, we're heading to the apartment right now."

"I'll be there in 10." hanging up the phone, she grabbed her bag, badge, gun, and phone in hand as she locked up the office and headed out.

Driving over to the address texted to her, she contemplated wether or not she should let her partner know that she wouldn't be home just yet. He knows already, he probably heard the call too.

Arriving at the residence, she was greeted with a couple squad cars, as Lucy walked out of the house.

"Lieutenant, she's inside."

"What do we have?" Astrid asked as she walked alongside Lucy, up the steps.

"Victim's name is Kristi, she was raped by her sister's boyfriend. She was asleep on the couch when she woke up to him on top of her. He was aggressive, she broke a glass over his head to get him off her and locked herself in the bathroom."

Astrid sighed, shaking her head. "What's his story?"

"Actually, we were waiting for you," Lucy said as she sighed, "Figured you might want to talk to him."

Heading inside, Lucy directed her to the closed-off room, where the other victim was, bandage on his forehead and dried blood on his face. Ben was there already, looking up and nodding at her, before turning his attention back to him. 

"So, Dan, do you want to tell us what happened?" Ben asked him as he sat hunched down, head in his hands.

He shook his head.

"It's quite a mess you've made here, Dan." Astrid spoke up, crossing her arms, "Where's Rachel?"

He spoke up, "I don't remember."

Ben sighed, "Conk on the head give you amnesia? There's no way you forgot raping your girlfriend's little sister."

He looked up quickly, confusion furrowed on his face. "What are you talking about?"

Astrid frowned, "Maybe the precinct will jog your memory."

Ben leaned down and grabbed Dan's arm, pulling him up from where he was sitting as he looked between the two. "Look, you're not gonna believe me if I tell you."

She tilted her head, "Why don't you try us?"

"I did it in my sleep."

Astrid's eyes widened, as she looked at Ben. His hand still on the suspect's arm, he gave him a t-shirt to wear, before taking him outside and into one of the cars. 

"That's a new one." he sighed as Astrid nodded, "You ever heard that one before?"

She nodded, "Heard of it, never experienced it before."

Calling Lucy down, she walked with the victim Kristi, guiding her into another car as they all headed down to the precinct. It was still early in the morning, the time now nearing 3am as Astrid grabbed her phone, placing a coffee order for everyone.

As they all pulled into the precinct, Joe met up with them, having called Kristi's father, who was now waiting in the conference room. Ben walked with Dan, escorting him into an interrogation room as Lucy walked Kristi in with her father, who awaited her with open arms.

Ben grabbed the folder Joe reached out to him as Rami walked in with him, both of them ready to question Dan. Ben dropped the folder on the table as Rami opened it, grabbing Rachel's picture and showing it to Dan.

"So, what'd you do with Rachel?" he stayed quiet as Rami continued, "You forget, or you sleepwalk her into a dumpster?"

Dan looked up, "I-I swear I don't remember a thin-"

"Maybe you got into a fight, huh?" Ben began, as he circled Dan, "Get in a fight, get out of hand. Kill her, dump her body."

Dan shook his head, "No, I didn't."

"Then you had to get rid of Kristi before she could-"

"No!" Dan exclaimed as he paused, "You don't understand. Okay, I have this condition."

Rami paused as he looked back, hearing the door open and noticing a woman standing at the entrance, "And I have a headache." he stood upright, as he turned to face her, "You his lawyer?"

She smiled, "Anna Bentley. My client suffers from Arousal Parasomnia." Ben cocked an eyebrow at her words as she frowned, "It's a real disorder. He had sexual intercourse with Kristi McGarrett while he was asleep."

Dan spoke up, "Look, Rachel knows about my condition, okay? She loves it, okay? She says when I'm asleep, it's the best sex she's ever had."

Astrid stood outside the interview rooms, watching as Rami and Ben led Anna, Dan's lawyer, over to the table, pulling up a chair for her to sit in. She turned and walked over to the other window, where Lucy and Joe were interviewing and getting Kristi's statement.

"He was so violent," she sighed, looking down at her water cup, "He was grunting and panting like an animal."

Joe frowned, "How long have you known him?"

"I met him for the first time yesterday at the train station when he and Rachel picked me up," Kristi sniffled as Lucy nudged the box of tissues closer to Krisi, her hand coming up to grab one. "Thanks."

"So you're visiting?" Lucy asked, nodding at her acknowledgement as Kristi only frowned.

"From Boston, I came here to look at colleges." Wiping tears from her eyes, she breathed in shakily, "She told me that she was in love with him. How could he do this to me?"

Astrid sighed, wringing her hands together as she walked over once more to listen to Dan, noticing the tension in the shoulders of her detectives.

"Now, if Rachel's so hot for you when you're, uh, sleep sexting, why'd you rape Kristi?" Rami frowned, looking at Dan as he turned away angrily.

"Rachel must've already been gone."

"Well, yeah because you got rid of her." Ben interjected as Dan looked at him. "That's where the blood in the bedroom came from."

"No!" Dan screamed, "Look, I woke up after Kristi cut me with the glass. When I went in the bedroom to tell Rachel, she wasn't there!"

His lawyer sighed, "You can't arrest my client for a rape he didn't know he was commiting."

She knocked on the glass, as her two detectives walked out, leaving Dan with his lawyer, as she began giving him encouraging statements.

Gwilym was standing outside next to her as Ben and Rami sighed. "Seems like this isn't good news."

He only shook his head. "She's right, we can't charge him with the rape."

Rami shook his head, "If it looks like a rape and acts like a rape-"

"It is a rape. Unless the accused isn't conscious of what his body's doing." Gwilym finished, as everyone groaned, "It's like a sleeping mother who rolls over on her baby. Her body did it, but her mind wasn't aware of it."

Lucy and Joe had joined them as she interjected, clear confusion and anger in her voice. "Well, it still doesn't explain what happened to Rachel."

Neither of them had noticed that Dr. Palmer had joined them, having heard about the case and knowing the rarity of it, she had wanted to know a little more about what they were working with. "Actually, I think it does. When a patient with sexomnia has an episode, he or she will seek sex with whoever's available. I think that he raped Kristi becuase Rachel was already gone."

Ben sighed, "I gotta tell you, it sounds like a cover up for killing Rachel and dumping her body."

"There's never been a case of sexomnia linked to a homicide." Gwilym crossed his arms.

Rami crossed his as well as he looked at everyone around, "So you're telling me there's no connection between Dan attacking Kirsti and Rachel's disappearance."

Dr. Palmer sighed and shook her head, "If she's in love with him, I doubt she'd leave in the middle of the night. I think Rachel was kidnapped."

-

Astrid walked alongside Kristi through the hallways to the main bullpen, as Kristi wrapped her arms around herself. "Did your sister ever mention anyone bothering her? Giving her the creeps?"

Kristi shook her head, as they rounded a corner, "No, Rachel would've told me."

As they reached the main bullpen, they came face to face with Ben and Dan, as he reached for her indistinctively. "Kristi, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you!" 

Ben reached for his arm as Astrid pulled her away and in another direction, "Shut up! Nothing you say will bring my sister home!"

In the heat of the moment, neither the Lieutentant nor the detective noticed Kristi and Rachel's father sitting on the plastic chairs, as he had waited for them to finish their statements. He approached quickly at the sound of his daughter's loud voice, his protectiveness kicking in.

"Kristi! Kristi, is this the guy?" she nodded and acknowledged her father's statement as he lunged at Dan, anger and hatred in his eyes.

His arm swung back and toward him as Dan fell to the ground, Kristi's father swinging once as Ben wrapped his arms aorund him, pulling him up and away from their suspect.

"Back off, back off!" he yelled as Kristi's father grunted and snarled, wanting to get close to Dan to hurt him more than he just got the chance to.

Astrid took his arms and made him look at her as she emphasized how he was feeling, "Mr. McGarett, I understand that you're upset-"

"What do you expect me to do? He took my daughter!"

"We don't think that he's involved."

"What do you mean?" he looked flabbergasted as she let go of his arms, "He raped Kristi, what are you going to do about that?"

She sighed, as Ben took Dan away from them, "There's nothing we can do. He has a medical condition that made him unaware of his actions. Because of that, the law says that we can't charge him."

He sighed, closing his eyes and placing a hand over his face, in an attempt to soothe the anger seething from his pores. "This is a nightmare."

"I promise you, we are working around the clock to find your daughter."

"Good!" he seethed at her, "Because all you've managed to do is hide behind the law! I don't want to hear excuses! Find my daughter!"

He walked off, grabbing Kristi as they headed out, leaving Astrid standing by the corridor, Ben now at her side as the rest of the detectives watched on, concern etched on their faces.

"You okay?" she nodded, letting go a sigh she didn't realize she had been holding.

Walking over to the bullpen where everyone else was waiting, she turned to Lucy, "Did you get anything from the crime lab?"

She tilted her head, and nodded, "They actually just called me. Want me to head over?"

Astrid nodded, as she instructed for Joe to accompany her. They needed to get this case cleared as soon as possible, she didn't want any more casualties.

Not again.

-

Walking into the crime lab, Joe and Lucy were greeted with the tech Lu, as she crossed her arms, "Ready?"

"What do you have for us?"

"I took a hair from a brush in Rachel's room, typed her DNA and then compared it to the blood on the scene." guiding them over to a light on the wall, she flicked the switch, the film showing the strands of DNA from the test. "DNA on the left is from Rachel's, the one on the right from the scene."

Joe sighed, "They don't match."

Lu nodded and reached behind Joe for another piece of film that had been laying on her desk, "But this does." she placed it up against the light, "It's DNA from a blood sample Dan gave when he participated in a parasomnia study at Hudson Med School."

Lucy crossed her arms, as confusion was etched across her features, nothing making sense. "So Dan told the truth then. He bled all over the bedroom when he went to look for Rachel. At least we know that Rachel wasn't hurt badly."

Joe's phone pinged as Lu continued, "Well, that's all we know for now. Whoever took her didn't leave a shred of forensic evidence." she walked over to her computer and began typing, as Joe opened up his phone to a notification from the Lieutenant.

"I'm getting a text from the Lieutenant, she wants me to turn on Channel 4. Do you mind?"

Lu nodded as she grabbed the remote control and turned on the television hooked to the wall, as all three walked over to watch. On the screen was Rachel and Kristi's father, as he adressed the media.

'Last night, one of my daughters was raped. The incompetent detectives at Manhattan's Special Victims Unit refused to charge her attacker. And if this tragedy isn't horrible enough, my daughter Rachel was abducted from her bed.'

On the screen, a picture of Rachel appeared, as the tagline underneath read 'Rachel McGarrett'

'We're reaching out to the public for help. My family is offering a 50 thousand dollar reward for any tip leading to Rachel's safe return. If you have information, please call Manhattan SVU's tip line.'

Joe and Lucy headed out, thanking Lu for her hard work and promising to follow up if she had anything else. Heading back to the precinct, they regrouped at the bullpen, where everyone was on any available phone, the lines ringing like crazy as everyone scrambled to answer tips.

"Lieutenant, woman claims she saw Rachel eating a chili dog in Times Square. Wants the fifty grand in twenties and tens." Rami sighed as he put the phone down, Astrid only shaking her head.

"Reward offer brings out all kinds of crazy," Astrid breathed out, as she turned to Lucy, who was on a phone and had finished a call.

"One bogus lead after the next." she handed some cards to a fellow detective perched on her desk, "Follow those two."

He nodded and walked off as Joe called everyone over. "Maybe not! I got something, friend of Rachel's. You still there, Ginger?"

The speaker on the phone crackled as the voice talked, "Yes."

"Tell the detectives what you just told me."

"I think Rachel is in another Youniverse."

All of them exchanged confused glances as Ginger gave them her address, inviting them over to show a preview of the game mentioned. Astrid gave Ben a nod as they both headed out, leaving the rest to scramble over more tips.

"Another Youniverse is a virtual reality game. Rachel and I play online all the time," she guided them over to her monitor, as the game was loaded on the screen. "We each have avatars, mine is Tawny Coppercuffs. They are basically alter egos, we each have our own homepages, video clips, game diary, anything you can do in the real world, you can do here too."

"Does Rachel have an avatar name?" Astrid leaned down to look at the monitor.

"Yes, Vixy Platinum."

"Why do your names sound like strippers?" Ben questioned her as she shrugged.

"That's because you're close. We own virtual sex clubs. We use AY to explore our fantasies."

Ben and Astrid shared a look, as she turned to Ginger. "How do avatars have sex?"

"Same way as humans do, only in A.Y. it's just animated." she sighed, "Look, it may look illegal and odd, but it's fantasy and not a crime. We weren't hurting anyone or doing anything illegal."

Astrid nodded, "You weren't hurting anyone, but Rachel may have gotten hurt."

Sighing, Ginger nodded and apologized, before bringing up Rachel's club on the monitor. "She's supposed to be performing today at 2pm, but because she never showed, everyone is worried. All these people standing outside are fans of Vixy, and they've been waiting for her."

"So, all these people outside her club are stand-ins for real people?"

"Yep," Ginger nodded, "Her avatar is 14, hence the pigtails and the name of her club."

The disbelief displayed on both their faces was clear as day, as Ginger shrugged, letting them know she would be looking in and call them if she found anything else. Thanking her, they headed out of her loft, they chatted, both comparing theories on what could have happened to Rachel, and why would such a person go to the lengths of tracking someone virtually. Coming up with no leads, they headed to the bullpen, where everyone was waiting, pictures displayed on the board and the computer loaded up.

"Rachel McGarrett leads a double life," Joe began, "Art student in the real world, fourteen year old hooker in the game."

Astrid and Joe bounced back ideas, Lucy stepping in every once in a while to give her two cents as Rami walked over with a piece of paper in hand, catching everyone's attention.

"The game has it's own sherriff. Erik Winton." he showed the paper to Astrid, who nodded, "He designed the game, which means he will have access to all the avatar's personal information."

"Both of you go, talk to Erik and find out if he can give you any information." Astrid pointed at Joe and Rami, both of them leaving to find and talk to Erik, someone who was more than happy to give them all the information they needed, without a search warrant.

"We have five million players in A.Y. We don't tend to follow all of them around, since we based the game on freedom and desires, so when this happens, we try to shut it down as quickly as possible." Erik's accent was thick, as he motioned with his hands while walking over to the big monitor in his office, cameras from the game displayed on the screen.

"We were thinking one of your player's desire got a little out of control," Ben said as they leaned down to his computer. "We'd appreciate it if you played Big Brother, tell us who Vixy's customers are."

He nodded, typing on his computer as he pulled up her profile, the same one Ben had seen earlier on Ginger's monitor. "This is the club, which is empty now but only because they've moved on. But I can pull a screencap of the time you're talking about."

The characters appeared on the screen as Joe pointed, "These guys are Vixy's regulars?"

Erik nodded, "They live around the world. Berlin, Denver, Tel Aviv, Long Beach."

"How do they communicate with her? Chat windows? Email?"

"No," Erik shook his head, before pulling up her blog, "She writes a blog and they read it. Every avatar keeps one, even though no one really uses theirs."

"Hey look," Ben pointed, noticing the latest entry was a couple hours before her abduction, "There's one there written before she disappeared. It's called Stalker."

"Let's listen." Erik pressed a key before Rachel's avatar came up on the full monitor, her voice echoing through the speakers.

I'm being stalked. Had to ban this scumbag from my club a few days ago. And that's when things got bad. I'm worried my A.Y. stalker has gone real world. Last night, I saw a shadow move, I heard footsteps behind me. To all you girls running clubs, watch out for this creep. His avatar's name is Wit Billions.

They sighed, all three sharing glances as Erik went back to his laptop, typing and looking at her profile. "I scanned her account data. Turns out there was only one regular customer not present at today's vigil."

"Let me guess," Ben and Joe sighed, "Wit Billions."

The screen pulled up the profile for the avatar, as they noticed it's unusual getup. "The Executioner, his real name is Tobin Williams, address right here in the city."

-

After an odd and confusing interrogation, which left them with more questions than answers, they redirected their attention at the creator of the game once more, wanting to check if he had any partners or had been talking to someone through the game.

"The avatar interaction grid allows me to scan for every meeting between avatars in A.Y." he motioned to the screen as they watched, "If I set the filter to the most interactions, we come down to only two avatars. Vixy Platnium and Smarty Culottes."

"Smarty's gotta be his partner." pulling up his profile, they noticed the interations were frequent, as they got the information from the creator as to who the person was.

Tracking him down, they found the location to be a quaint bookstore, with only two employees: the owner and the young receptionist. Talking to the younger boy, they determined that not only did he not know who was behind Vixy's account, but he was confused as to why one of his clients was in the game. Once again, their discovery led to more questions than answers as they began probing into the game, only to find out that the owner of the bookstore had also become an avid fan of the game, even going as far as to create and invest his own money into the game.

As they searched his apartment, they found obvious signs of him leaving, but also an interesting photo on the wall. On a beautiful oak frame, they found a picture of a young girl wearing a white button up shirt tied at her waist, and her hair in pigtails.

"Lieutenant, doesn't this look familiar?" Lucy motioned to the picture as Astrid grabbed the photo of Rachel out of her pocket.

"Yes," she turned the picture around as Lucy frowned and shook her head.

Lu, the lab technitian had accompanied them as she groaned in disgust, "It's too close not to be the same girl. If that's Rachel's avatar, then who's the girl in the picture?"

Lucy reached up to the frame, as she pulled it off the wall, turning it around to uncover a piece of paper taped to the back. "It's a list. Buy meds, transfer five thousand A.Y. funds."

Lu walked over alongside Astrid as the lieutenant pulled out her phone, "J.T. 718-555-0108." Dialing the number, she was met with an automated voice. "Jepsen-Taylor Realty, how may I direct your call?"

They both exchanged glances as she began to relay information to the woman on the other end of the line, hoping that maybe she could give them some information. After some back and forth, they were given an address, where they met her with a key to a storage facility. She mentioned that he had only done communication via mail and phone calls, never meeting in person. Yet, when she opened the locker and tilted her head, she remembered him relaying information about wanting  a secluded cabin in the woods, which she had found odd at the time.

Going inside, they found Rachel tied to a bed, medicine bottles next to her as she was gagged and blindfolded, her pulse thready and slow. As they untangled her from the mess of ties, they heard the rumble of a car engine, as the owner ran off, evading the detectives once more. Exaserpated and annoyed, they called an ambulance, as it picked up Rachel, before they followed behind, wanting to make sure the young girl was okay.

As they headed to the hospital, they got the chance to speak with her for a few minutes, as they wished her a speedy recovery and promised they would find the guy, before parting ways and heading back to the precinct.

"Lieutenant!" Rami called out as Astrid walked out of her office, phone in hand, "Doctor called, the rape kit was negative. Cooper must have used a condom."

"Were there any prints at the warehouse?" she asked as they walked over to where Lucy and Joe were, as they compared notes.

"No, but Joe did get Cooper's information from the DMV." Lucy said as she pulled up the information he got on the monitor, all of them scanning the document displayed on the screen. "He matched the prints from the DMV to the ones in his apartment and another alias showed up, which so happens to be Cooper's real name: Gregory Searle."

"What? So he just changes his whole name and identity?" Ben asked as he crossed his arms.

"Twenty-five years ago he did time at Green Haven in Duchess County."

"For rape?" Rami interjected as he shook his head.

"Kidnapping. Fifteen year old girl named Lauren Molby. Seen her before?" he held up a picture of the victim, as Lucy gasped.

"That's the girl from the picture in Cooper's apartment."

"So, Cooper decided to relive the glory of his old crime in virtual reality."

Astrid sighed and patted their backs, "Well let's find him before he decides to take another innocent girl."

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After hours of searching and going back to Erik's apartment, they finally found Cooper, only to let him go minutes after stopping him. They were disappointed, but determined to find out the truth. As they remembered the cabin Rachel had mentioned, they went over to the hospital to ask her more questions, only to be approached by her doctor, with bad news.

"I'm so sorry, but Rachel passed away."

Joe and Ben looked surprised. "What? You told us she was going to make it."

"She suffered a heart attack. I'm sorry."

Joe turned back, and dialed Astrid, as he relayed the bad news.

Well, maybe Erik can help.

Lucy and Astrid drove over to the headquarters once more, as they managed to convince Erik to reveal the lake where Cooper had bought land in the game, that which resembled Twin Island Lakes outside Pine Planes. As Astrid phoned Joe and Rami, who were on the way, Ben meanwhile was following behind Cooper, who was now headed to the airport. Not knowing the exact location of the cabin, he urged Erik to reveal and change the time in the game to daytime, hoping the shadow will reveal the location of the cabin.

Soon enough, they received the information, relaying it to Rami who headed in that direction, a dozen other detectives behind them as they found themselves in front of the cabin. The door opened slowly, as a shotgun appeared between the gap, the officers behind Rami and Joe aiming their guns, ready to fight back.

"Stop right there!" the voice yelled out as Rami raised his hands. "This is private property!"

"This is Gregory Searle's cabin. Who are you?" Rami spoke up as she lowered the shotgun, opening the door and revealing her full figure.

"I'm Lauren," she looked around, eyes brimmed with tears, "Where's Gregory? Is he with you? I've been waiting," she breathed out, tears falling from her eyes, "For twenty five years."

"Lieutenant, we found the cabin."

Search it!

"No need. Lauren's alive."

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@hollandroos @me-a-hopeless-romantic @shuri-owns-my-heart @im-grac3ful-but-fi3rc3 @thebohemianpenguin @misterf4renheit @sofarxitsalright @lolabean1998 @sailing-race @desperately-bisexual @desir-ae @cl0ve @orchideax @thesevenseasofnublar @owensgrxdy @imgonnabeyourslave

#skye's writing #bohemian rhapsody #queen #biopic #ben hardy #gwilym lee #rami malek #lucy boynton #joe mazzello #ben hardy x oc #ben hardy x female!oc #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym lee x female!oc #rami malek x oc #rami malek x female!oc #lucy boynton x oc #lucy boynton x female!oc #joe mazzello x oc #joe mazzello x female!oc #law and order #svu #detective!au #ada!au #special victims unit!series

[ohmyeyesmyeyes]

it girl wag era

daniel ricciardo x f!reader

i think i'm gonna make this a series???? but idk how???

fc: mainly lucy boynton

warnings: swearing, i said 'overestimated' at one point and i meant 'underestimated', kym illman

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f1wagupdates: y/n l/n on the late late show with james corden in early 2016, months before she reportedly met daniel ricciardo at the austrian gp in 2016. the interview has begun recirculating after daniel revealed dm's that the two had been in contact for two years before they 'met' for the first time.

do we think her cryptic clues could have been a hint to the actress having a crush on daniel himself, or another driver on the 2016 grid at the time?

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user1: forget the confusion, i'm impressed she didn't succumb to corden's ridiculous peer pressure smh

user2: fr 'i hope i'm not overstepping' and then he tries to literally pry the info out of her hands

user3: 'SO IF YOU DON'T KNOW THEM, WHAT'S THE HARM IN TELLING?'

user4: also you can't convince me her 'dignity' and 'reputation' wasn't code for 'i don't want to talk about it'

user5: could you imagine if she was talking about jenson button 💀

user6: idk i think 'i'm a big fan of you' ruins that theory, i can't see it being anyone but daniel

user7: i'm so jealous of her if they started dating in 2016 because danny's curly mullet era was MOUTH-WATERING

user8: there were 24 drivers on the 2016 grid and from that 24 around 1/2 could be candidates

user9: can daniel ricciardo fight? i hope he can't

user10: 'he drives fast and he looks good doing it' miss y/n did NOT lie

user11: just thinking if she got this flustered and nervous about her crush on him to the point where she couldn't actually tell anyone who it was, then how did it go when she met him in 2016???

user12: why is nobody talking about how flirty those messages were? 'are you bribing me?' and 'is it working?' THEY CLEARLY LIKED EACH OTHER

user13: the man literally couldn't find her in the paddock and HAD to introduce himself he was clearly down BAADDDD

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f1wagupdates: monaco gp or The Monaco Incident™️ Anniversary (TV*)?

**Tame Version

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user14: we want unhinged version

user15: the one time i decide to go on twitter on the night of the 2018 Monaco GP, it descends into chaos

user16: daniel half dressed outside a club with y/n over his shoulder giggling and still holding a glass of alcohol will never not make me laugh

user17: the morning after pics hit different now you know they'd been dating for years already

user18: daniel ricciardo is one dirty mf using his shoey mouth to snog y/n later in the night

user19: the fact that it was the first time we'd seen y/n in clothes that weren't classy and ironed

user20: idc if she never comments on it but in my head those clothes were pulled from the depths of danny's wardrobe

user21: the way this moment impacted f1 from then was astronomical

user22: i've never seen 2 celebs to openly all over each other

user23: whatever you do don't google timothee and eiza ok 👍👍 promise me i need you to do that

user24: i remember the way tabloids were all over her for this about not being a good role model 😭😭

user25: the bisexual hold this series of events had on me at the innocent age of 12

#daniel ricciardo sm au #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo oneshot

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Happy Birthday, Mini-Deacon: Joe Mazzello x Fem! Reader; Feat. OC Daughter

@borhapgirlforlife19​ asked: Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long oneshot where it’s their daughter’s first birthday and they have a party for her at their house with Joe’s family, reader’s family and all of the Borhap cast there? Also, Joe is sitting on the floor opening his daughter’s presents with their daughter beside him and their baby helps him tear the wrapping paper off and she lights up at the presents she gets when Joe shows them to her and everybody takes pictures and  just gushes over how cute she is?

(I got this idea from attending a 1st Birthday party a couple of days ago.) ☺️

Definitely! Thank you again for the request! I am going to add a little special surprise at the end, to make it more exciting! 

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Today was the day! The day of your daughter, Jessie Virginia Mazzello’s first birthday! It was an exciting day for sure. 

“Joe, you got everything?” You called from the kitchen. It was 9:00 in the morning and you were busy making the cake for your special girl. Joe walked out of Jessie’s room, carrying the sleepy one year old, dressed in a Queen Onesie, gifted to her by her loving uncle and aunt, Rami and Lucy. 

Over the onesie, she was wearing some black shorts. Joe was going to take Jessie to visit her Uncles Gwilym, Rami and Ben while Lucy was to come over a little bit later to help you wrap the presents and decorate. Though she had only turned one year old, it was one step closer to becoming the girl she wanted to be, though Jessie didn’t know it yet. Joe walked into the living room, setting the day bag down on the cough, hoisting Jessie up a little bit more to get a better grip on her to keep her from slipping. He looked through the bag, making sure he had all the essentials; fresh diapers, wipes, Jessie’s favorite toys to keep her busy, a bottle that he could fill with Jessie’s favorite flavor of juice, which was apple juice, and her favorite blanket, knitted for her by Anita and gifted to the young girl a few days after you had come home with the newborn. Joe started patting his pockets, looking for his keys. 

“Keys, keys, hey babe, have you seen my keys?” He asked, loudly yet quietly enough to not startle the half asleep one year old in his arms. Finding them on the counter that wasn’t cluttered with dough and flour, you grabbed them and held them up. 

“Here. Catch!” You tossed the keys to him, which he expertly grabbed with his free hand. Putting them in his pockets, he grabbed the day bag and rushed over to press a kiss to your cheek. 

“See you later this afternoon, babe.” He said. You smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his lips. 

“Have fun. Tell the boys I say hi and I can’t wait to see them again.” You said. You then gently pressed a kiss to your daughter’s head. “I’ll see you later this afternoon, sweetheart. Be good for daddy and your uncles.” You said quietly. The toddler whined a bit and nuzzled her head into Joe’s neck. With that, Joe quickly left the house, leaving you to continue with the cake and await for Lucy to arrive with presents galore and the streamers, candle and birthday hat for Jessie. Dusting off your hands, to got back to work with waiting for the cake to be done baking so that you could get to icing it and decorating it. 

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At exactly 10:00 on the dot, a knock resounded on the door. 

“One minute!” You shouted, dusting your hands off on your apron once again, you quickly rushed over to the door and opened it. A huge smile burst across your face when you saw your best friend. 

“Hey!” You shouted, giving a quick hug to Lucy Boynton, the actress who played Mary Austin in Bohemian Rhapsody. Lucy smiled and kissed both of your cheeks. Seeing that her arms were full, you quickly took some of the load from her arms. 

“Good morning. I’m not late, am I?” Lucy asked, walking into the house. You closed the door once again. Lucy took off her shoes, pushing them with her feet to settle beside your own. You shook your head. 

“Nope. You’re right on time. The cake just came out of the oven. I’m just letting it cool and then we can get to decorating both it and the house.” You said. Lucy squealed in excitement. 

“Yay! I can’t wait! Um, where should I put these?” She asked, gesturing to the seven presents gathered in her arms. You pointed to your and Joe’s room, just around the corner. 

“You can set them in mine and Joe’s room for now,” you said, following after with the streamers, the candle, and the party hats. After setting all the party stuff down on the bed, the two of you made your way into the kitchen. The cake was sitting on a stand, already cool. Lucy sighed. 

“Ugh! I can’t believe Jessie’s one year old now! It seems like only yesterday you had gone into labor and brought the little bundle of joy into the world!” Lucy said. You sighed and nodded. 

“She’s getting bigger and bigger everyday,” You said. You quickly got out the icing and other cake decorations. The first cake you made was going to be a simple, white frosting with an assortment of sprinkles on top for Jessie. The other one you made was a two tier birthday cake that would be decorated with white frosting, some golden, circular sprinkles, and some pink swirls around the bottom. The batter was made with a little splash of Brandy, specifically for the adults to enjoy. You set out the frosting and sprinkles. Lucy clapped her hands. 

“What can I do to help?” She asked. You sighed, resting a washed hand onto your forehead and sighed. 

“Um, well, I want to start with Jess’s cake first, so it will be ready when they get back, so, um, you could start by taking the first cup of white icing and scooping it into a decent sized bowl.” You said, getting our the right bowl for her to use. Lucy nodded and got started. 

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After four hours of decorating both cakes and carefully wrapping both cakes in plastic wrap to keep them from drying out in the fridge, as well as wrapping the presents in your and Joe’s room, you and Lucy were reclining in the living room, propping your tired feet up on the coffee table. The two of you were nursing some wine spritzers. A small glass of red or white wine with some soda water. You looked at the clock hanging above the kitchen. 

‘It’s one o’clock,’ you thought. ‘Joe, Jessie and the boys should be here any moment.’ You thought. As if on cue, the door opened and the excited chatter of four men and the excited blabber of a one year old filled the house. 

“Hey babe! We’re home!” Joe shouted. You gave a wave and a tired smile. 

“Welcome home, babe.” You said. You set your wine spritzer down on the coaster, you got up and walked over to your husband and daughter. You gave Joe a kiss and then turned to your smiling daughter. Joe handed her to you. You gently lifted her over your head smiling. “Well hello, you spoiled birthday girl!” You said laughing. You brought her down to hold her close and pressed a kiss against her cheek. “Are you ready to celebrate your birthday with your family?” You cooed. Jessie let out a flurry of babbles and coos, which you took as a yes. Rami smiled and walked over, taking her from your arms, which you allowed. A few weeks before your due date, you and Joe had talked to Rami about being Jessie’s God Father. Rami was Joe’s best friend, and, should anything happen to either you or Joe, Rami would be the one to raise and take care of Jessie. Rami happily accepted. Though you and Joe didn’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon. 

“So, what shall it be, birthday girl? Cake or presents first?” Rami asked, smiling at his God Daughter. 

“Bah, bah, bah, bah.” Jessie let out a few babbles in response. Rami leaned his ear towards Jessie, pretending to understand what she was saying, making everyone laugh. 

“Oh, cake first and then presents? Well, as the birthday girl commands, to the kitchen!” Rami commanded, making Jessie laugh. The rest of you followed. 

“Holy shit babe! This cake is awesome!” Joe said. You had carefully brought out the cake meant for Jessie, unwrapping it and setting it on the table. 

Ben elbowed his friend in the side, making Joe wince and glance at Ben. “Ow, what the heck?” He asked. 

“Watch your language in front of Jess, mate.” Ben scolded. Jessie was sitting in her high chair, happily laughing and clapping her hands. You chuckled and nodded, getting out some matches to light the candle. 

“Ben is right, Joe. You should watch your language in front of Jess.” You said. Joe looked at you. 

“Babe, come on. It’s not like she can hear us. Isn’t that right, Jessie, my little princess!” Joe cooed, gently tickling her tummy, making Jessie laugh. You chuckled. 

“You never know, she could read lips.” You teased, making Joe stick his tongue out at you childishly. “Okay, are we all ready to sing?” You asked. A chorus of, “Yup”, “Go for it”, and “Ready when you are.” Resounded in the room. Rami walked over and dimmed the lights a little. Not enough to plunge the kitchen into darkness, but enough that the lit candle would stand out. Striking the match against the box, you held your hand in front of the flame, protecting it from the air. You then lit the number 1 candle, the flame lighting it instantly. Moving away from the candle, you waved the match back and forth to put out the fire. 

“Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday dear Jessie~ Happy birthday to you~” Everyone sang. You walked over to Jessie’s side. 

“Let’s blow the candle out together, baby,” you said. “One, two,”

“Pthhhhhhhh!” Before you could even count to three, Jessie was spitting at the candle, trying to get the little flame to go out. This caused everyone to laugh, extremely hard. After recovering from your laughter, you leaned down next to your daughter again. 

“Here, let mommy help.” With one swift breath, you blew the candle out. Everyone cheered and clapped. Joe cut a small square of cake off for Jessie, plating it and serving it to her. “Oh wait! Her bib!” You shouted, rushing over to the laundry room and grabbing her bib. You carefully slipped it around her neck, letting it rest against her chest to save the Queen Onesie from being attacked by a toddler with cake. Jessie immediately dug into the cake, smearing the icing all over her face and her hands. You clapped your hands. “Now, for the adult’s cake!” You cheered. Gwilym looked at you in shock. 

“You made two cakes? How did you ever have the time?” He asked. You took the cake out of the fridge, carefully unwrapping it. 

You winked at Gwilym. “A chef never reveals her secrets.” You teased. 

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After much cake eating, Joe decided it was time to open presents. Joe sat in the middle of the living room, Jessie sitting in his lap. Lucy handed Joe what looked like a wrapped up stuffed animal. 

“This one is from Anita and Brian. They’re very sad that they can’t be here, and they give their love and best wishes to the birthday girl.” Lucy said. Joe nodded and smiled at Lucy. 

“Thanks Lu,” Joe said. He held the present in his hands. “Let’s open it together, shall we, Jess?” He asked. He started to tear the paper off then let Jessie do the rest, taking some of the paper away when it went towards her mouth. Once all the paper was removed, there lay a stuffed badger and a note. 

‘Dear Jessie and Family. Brian insisted we send you this. This is from Brian’s Animal Sanctuary. We figured that, when mummy and daddy are away, Jessie would have a little friend to keep her company and to protect her from nightmares. It is for Jessie to name when she is old enough. Much love, Brian and Anita.’ Jessie stared at the stuffed badger in wonder then hugged it tightly. You gently placed your hand over your heart and pouted in happiness. Brian and Anita’s love still reached your daughter, even if they were miles away. Ben walked up and handed Joe a smaller package. 

“This one’s from Roger and Sarina. It’ll make more sense once you open it.” Ben said, rolling his eyes a bit when handing Joe the package. Again, Joe opened the package a little bit then let Jessie open it all the way. Joe then burst out laughing, holding up a pair of drum set earrings. 

‘When Jessie is old enough to pierce her ears, promise me you’ll take a picture of her wearing these, please? For her Papa’s sake? Love Roger and Sarina.’ You chuckled and took the earrings from Joe. Next up was Rami. He had gifted Jessie with some new, extremely fuzzy pajamas, each with their own fun little quote. Lucy gifted Jessie with some new nursery rhymes to read before bed each night. Ben gifted Jessie with some new hair ties and bows to put in her hair. And Gwilym got her a framed picture of the Borhap Cast with Brian and Roger. And finally, it was your turn to give your present to your baby girl. You handed Lucy your phone, which you had been using to take pictures through out the afternoon and the evening. You took an envelope from the coffee table and sat before Joe and Jessie. You fiddled with the letter. 

“So, um, this is kind of a surprise for both you and Jessie, Joe,” you said. Joe looked at you confused. You handed him the envelope. Carefully opening it, he took the letter out of it and set the envelope to the side, out of Jessie’s reach. He opened it and read the contents. He then covered his mouth with a surprised gasp, a smile forming on his face. Ben looked at him, slightly confused. 

“Well, what’s it say mate?” He asked. Joe cleared his throat and read the letter out loud. 

“‘Dear Joe and Family, 

My name is John Richard Deacon, the retired bassist for the band called Queen. I know that you looked forward to meeting me face to face, Joe, and I am still not willing to allow that. However, some friends of mine told me that it was the birthday of a certain Jessie and it would make her day if I wrote to her, so here I am writing to you all. I wish you all the best life. I pray that you all remain a happy family for the rest of your days. I also offer you this advice. When times get rough, either with Jessie growing up or tension between you and your beloved rise, Joe, always remember the unbreakable bond you all have. That bond is love. It was by this love that you and your wife first met. It was by this love that the two of you were married. And it was by this love that you brought Jessie into this world. I pray that this love and this relationship with your daughter makes you stronger, not only as individuals, but as a family as well. Happy birthday, Mini-Deacon. Best regards, John Richard Deacon.’.” Joe finished. The room was filled with silence until Ben broke it. 

“Holy shit. I-I can’t believe you got a letter from the John Deacon!” He said excitedly. Joe glared at him. 

“Hey, language mister!” He chided, causing everyone to laugh. A tired yawn caught the attention of the group. You smiled and walked up, picking Jessie up from Joe’s lap. 

“I think someone is tired,” you looked at everyone. “Feel free to stay as long as you like, everyone. I’m going to put Jessie to bed and I’ll join you all shortly.” You said. You walked to Jessie’s room and got her dressed into one of her new pajamas, making sure to take the tags off. You gently lay her in her crib, laying the stuffed badger close to her. Turning on the baby monitor, you pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Good night, Mini-Deacon. Sweet dreams.” You whispered. You turned off the main light after turning on the night light and closing the door, keeping it cracked lightly. You knew that you were truly blessed. You had the best husband and the best daughter in the world. 

~~~

@borhapgirlforlife19​ I hope you like this. I really wanted there to be some interaction between John Deacon and the actor who portrayed him in the movie. I also thought it would be something nice to add in the end. 

#joe mazzello x reader #requested

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TWO IN A PLAN SERIES

my masterlist

rbr seb x jenson gf!reader x jenson (fc: lucy boynton) ⋆ fake dating, unwanted pregnancy

if you wanna be tagged feel free to comment! feedback, as well as reblogs, are truly appreciated <3

started: APR 14TH 2024 currently status: on going! | last updated: april 14

© VETTELSVEE (2024). please, do not steal, copy or translate my works. thanks for reading!

Y/N Y/L/N and Jenson Button had been dating for less than a year, and since then, they couldn't have been happier. Since her first appearance in the paddock, Y/N not only became Formula 1's favorite wag but also the confidante of most drivers, especially Sebastian. Naturally, this only reassured Jenson that she was the one he wanted to build a life with, even though they had established clear rules, one of them being unbreakable: no matter how much they desired it or wanted it, they couldn't have children, at least not for the moment.

So, when Y/N discovered she was pregnant, it wasn't the best news. She knew she had to keep it hidden from everyone, especially her boyfriend, no matter what, until she figured out what to do.

Except from Sebastian. He could help her make a decision… or, at least, help her keep the secret from Jenson.

Sebastian Vettel thought that Brooklyn Jones would be the love of his life, especially considering the long list of romantic disappointments he had experienced in recent years since ending his relationship with Hanna. The American model seemed more than happy to share her life with the three-time Formula 1 world champion or, at least, that's what Y/N and other drivers often told him every time they saw them together in the paddock.

So, when the girl broke up with him over an unexpected phone call just a couple of days before the dinner he had arranged for her to meet his parents, he knew that the world had just collapsed on him with another failed relationship. No one, under any circumstances, should know that, once again, he had been stood up.

Except Y/N. She could help him pretend to be his girlfriend… at least in front of his parents, for a couple of days, until he figured out what to do.

Will Jenson's girlfriend and RedBull's golden boy be able to help each other keep their secrets, or will their mutual plan end up being a disaster they might not regret as much as they should?

#sebastian vettel #sv5 #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel x you #sebastian vettel x yn #jenson button #jb22 #jenson button x reader #jenson button x you #jenson button x yn #rbr seb #formula 1 2013 #fake dating #pregnancy #formula 1 #formula 1 series #formula one #f1 #formula 1 x reader #sebastian vettel fanfic #sebastian vettel fanfiction #vettel #button #formula 1 x yn #formula 1 x you #formula 1 x y/n #formula 1 imagine

[queenmylovely]

Day 2: Frozen Lake

pairing: Lucy Boynton x fem!reader 

warnings: nothin but fluff

words: 455

a/n: oh wow do I love Lucy 

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“C’mon, c’mon!” Lucy’s cold hand grabbed yours, tugging and trying to get you to stand up.

“Hon, can’t you wait until I lace up my skates? I can’t skate very well if I break an ankle,” you chastised her.

She just huffed in response, “Well can you hurry up? I think my fingers are starting to get frostbite.”

You laughed and looked to the bench next to you where sat a pair of neglected gloves and then looked back to her, “...you could just wear the gloves, Lucy.”

Lucy frowned, the crease in her forehead and pout of her lips making you want to kiss her, “They’re itchy.”

Giggling as you stood, now in your properly tied skates, you did kiss her, a sweet, chaste one, and then picked up the gloves and the scarf next to them.

“You’re choice, you can wear the scarf or the gloves.”

“Hmmmmm, I’ll take the scarf I guess,” Lucy said after some thought.

“Okay sweet thing, here you go,” you told her, looping it around her neck twice to keep her warm before pulling the gloves onto your hands.

Then the two of you headed off to the edge of the lake and waited a second to enter, making sure none of the other skaters were in the way as you got stable on your feet. Neither of you were great skaters, but you were good enough to only fall about once every other circle around the edge, and not hard enough to really hurt.

But the cool winter air was getting to Lucy, especially her hands that she had to keep out of her pockets for balance. And when the first few flakes of snow started falling, she made a sad little whining sound and held up her hands, her skin starting to get red.

“Look!”

“Well, we can stop skating and go get some hot chocolate at the cafe,” you offered.

“No, because as soon as we get off the ice I’m not gonna want to get back on,” she said.

You reached for the fingers of your gloves to pull them off, “Okay, then take the gloves, my hands are plenty warm.”

“...but they’re still itchy. And I don’t want your hands to get cold,” Lucy protested and all you could do was laugh at how impossible, but still so sweet, she was being.

“Well then,” you said, trying to come up with another solution. Then you reached over and grabbed both of her hands in yours, “I guess I’ll just have to hold your hands to keep you warm.”

“Sounds good to me,” Lucy agreed, pulling you closer until she could press a soft kiss to your cheek, leaving you both rosy-cheeked and smiling.

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#she's just the sweetest thing #lucy boynton #borhap #bohemian rhapsody #borhap cast #borhap x reader #bohemian rhapsody x reader #lucy boynton x reader #fluff #blurb #qml december 21 #aerynwritesdc21

[illfoandillfie]

friends to lovers with Lucy, what starts out as just a movie night turns into smth else when everyone else leaves early

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 14

hehehe very cute!!

Warnings: minimal editing, thats about it, its another fluffy/cute thing

You’d been under the impression the movie night was meant to last longer. No one had been there as long as you, bar Lucy of course since she was hosting it, and yet somehow you were also the last one there. Not that you were complaining. After all, you’d intentionally been early because you had a teensy little crush on Lucy that made you do ridiculous things just to hang out with her. It was stupid really. It felt so high school. And you would have been a grown up and just told her you liked her except you weren’t sure she liked girls at all so until you could figure out where her interests lay, you were going to keep it to yourself. And it wasn’t like you’d been hours early or anything. Everyone had turned up within about half and hour, maybe forty minutes, of you. But it had been nice having a little extra time with just Lucy, helping her pull out wine glasses and find plates and bowls for snacks. She’d laughed a lot and seemed pleased to have company.  

Admittedly, the evening had probably been longer than you thought it had because the first couple of hours were less about watching movies and more about catching up, gossiping. You’d gone through two of the group’s Bumble matches, dissected the Love Island finale in great detail, and looked at snaps from a couple of holidays. All before settling down in front of Lucy’s TV – every pillow and cushion and blanket she owned spread across the room so everyone could be comfortable and cosy, even if they were sitting on the floor. You’d hoped to squeeze onto the couch beside Lucy but had ended up on the floor which was fine. The group had voted to start with Clueless so there had been a lot of laughing and fawning over Paul Rudd and quoting lines along with the actors. But by the time the credits were rolling a third of the group were claiming they’d needed to leave. You managed to move up onto the couch since the spot had been vacated, ready to watch the second flick (Four Wedding and a Funeral) as close to Lucy as you could get without being too obvious.  

It was fun, Lucy had looked over at you a couple of times during funny scenes and you’d had to put on your best poker face when you accidentally brushed hands whilst handing round a bowl of popcorn. And you’d been looking forward to a third movie, just a little longer to be with her, maybe an excuse to get a little closer and share a blanket. But when Four Weddings finished everyone else got up and started making their goodbyes. Maybe you were projecting but you thought Lucy seemed a little surprised too at the abrupt end to the night. Or maybe surprised wasn’t it. You saw one of the others whispering with her and Lucy had glanced at you quickly, whispering back. It made you worry that you’d been too obvious, that she was uncomfortable with how long you’d been there.  

You'd sat back down on the couch as Lucy saw everyone else off but as soon as she was back inside you’d stood, “Well, I should probably head off too then.”  “No, stay. I didn’t think they’d all go so quick.”  “I’m not intruding?”  Lucy smiled, “Absolutely not. I want you to stay.”  It was impossible not to feel pleased at that, even if she meant it a different way than you wanted. So you sat down again as Lucy put a new movie on and fell into the seat beside you, a little closer than before. You had no idea what was playing, too distracted by her, especially when she shuffled a little closer on the pretence of sharing a bowl of crisps neither of you were eating. You kept your eyes glued to the screen, until you felt her shuffle over again and, turning to look, found her right there, so close.   Your breath caught as she smiled again, that radiant smile you loved.  “Y’know,” she said softly though still loud enough to hear over the TV, “I’m glad the others all had to leave early.”  “Y-you are?”  “I suspect it was all rather planned on their part. To try and get us together.”  You were entirely surprised and blurted out, “What? Why would they?”  Lucy shrugged nonchalantly, “Well I told Sam I have a crush on you, bet she told the rest. Gossip.”  It was all you could do to remember to breathe, barely believing what you were hearing.  “Is that okay? That I have a crush on you?”  You nodded, brain screaming for you to say something. It was too late to be funny or cute or charming but dear lord you had to say something.   Lucy shifted towards you, her hand resting on your thigh, “Good.”  As she leaned in your brain suddenly ticked over, language returning, so you blurted out, “I’ve got a crush on you too.”  Lucy blinked, halfway to kissing you, and then smiled again, “Well then it’s definitely good everyone left,” before she closed the distance. 

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[bohemianboynton]

Simply Having A Wonderful Christmastime (Lucy Boynton x fem!reader)

So, it's been a long time since I've written something. I know. I haven't forgotten about this blog, don't worry!! I'll work on another Lucy fic I have, and then I'll probably open requests again.

Without further a do, enjoy this little fluffy Lucy Christmas blurb I wrote!

Feedback here and on AO3 is very much appreciated!!

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“And… Done!” Lucy said as she stood back to admire her work. 

The tree was decorated so beautifully: ornaments placed neatly on each branch, a beautiful, shiny star on top, and the ropes of lights twinkling all over. 

Your phone was on the kitchen counter as you baked the cookies, playing timely Christmas music as you pulled the tray of gingerbread out of the oven. 

“The mood is right

The spirit’s up

We're here tonight

And that's enough”

“Looks great, right?” Lucy called out to you, getting your attention.

You raised your head up and turned towards her and the tree, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Looks amazing, Luce.” You replied. 

You set the tray on top of the stove, and walked over to her, apron and oven mitts still on. 

“I love it so much. But not as much as I love you.” You gave her cheek a little peck.

She smiled and kissed you on the lips briefly in return. 

“Everyone should be here in a moment.” Lucy chimed, excitement in her voice.

The music blaring from the speakers was interrupted by the text notification noise that you had set for Joe. 

You walked over to the counter and checked your phone.

“On my way to the apartment. BTW, what should I get Lucy?”

“Anything she might like. I’ve bought her a pearl necklace, so jewelry is off the list.” You added an emoji conveying silliness to the text and sent it. Joe had been so busy with his new project that he had forgotten to buy everyone presents. 

Suddenly there was a familiar voice yelling through the apartment door. “Hello?”

“Come on in, Rami!” You shouted out. 

Rami walked in the doorway, holding some neatly wrapped packages and bags in his arms.

“Oh! Do you need any help with those?” You asked. 

“No, thank you, I’ve got it.” Rami grunted as he struggled to hold all the parcels at once.

He finally found the counter, and placed the presents on it, careful not to drop any of them.

You rushed over to the kitchen, took your oven mitts off and helped Rami move the presents around, in order to avoid any of them falling over.

There was a knock at the apartment door, followed by a familiar voice. “Lucy? (Y/N)?”

It was Gwilym. 

“Come in!” Lucy called out.

Gwilym came in through the door, holding a supply of snacks and drinks. “Merry Christmas!” he replied.

Ben was not too far behind, holding a load of presents. He peered over to the counter. “Damn it!” He exclaimed upon seeing Rami’s presents.

“Don’t worry guys, there’s still room for the presents on the counter, just hold on a second.” You chimed in.

—

Everyone was sitting around the coffee table, drinks in hand, cookies and snacks on plates in the kitchen, and all the opened presents on top of the table.

You opened the second to last present, which was from Ben. 

It was a pair of Ana Luisa earrings. Gold hoops the size of rings one would put on their fingers. 

You loved them, and you thanked Ben for them. 

Everybody was aware that you had the last present hidden, except for Lucy. 

“Is that the last of the presents?” Lucy asked, gathering discarded wrapping paper off the floor. 

“Actually…” You began, getting Lucy’s attention and motioning her to sit down on the couch next to you.

“...there is one last thing that I have.”

You pulled a smaller, but not too small, box out of your dress pocket and handed it to Lucy. Her eyes widened. 

“For me? Oh, (Y/N), you shouldn’t have!”

She took the box from your hand, and opened it.

The pearls of the necklace shone brightly in the Christmas tree lights.

Tears began to form in her eyes.

“Oh, (Y/N)! I love it! And I love you with all of my heart.”

She wrapped her arms around you and kissed your lips. The red wool of her sweater felt so good against your hands as you embraced her back. 

“I love you too, Luce.”

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[ineloqueent]

lessons in imaginary gravity

Lucy Boynton x Fem!Reader

synopsis: you and Lucy teach at the same primary school, this you know. but little do you know, you are to her precisely what she is to you.

warnings: none

word count: 2.4k

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⭒

It was a cliche, but there was really no other way of putting it: Lucy Boynton had a gravity about her.

There was an inevitable pull toward her, and everyone seemed to feel it, like tides of the Earth drawn by the moon in celestial obligation. Everywhere she went, there was a smile to her, a smile which she always returned, and a soft hello from her, and she did not walk so much as floated, as though the ground swayed in her favour, and the sun followed her light, not the other way around.

Her voice carried— not because she spoke loudly, but because the rest of the world seemed simply to fall silent at the parting of her lips. There was romance in her eyes, for she was a romantic soul, and for each day that went by, you fell a little more in love with her.

You had always wondered, of course, whether she was attracted to girls, or in the very least to you, but admittedly, you were a little afraid to find out, should the answer be in the negative.

And so you spent your days dreaming away, pining for a woman you were sure had never looked at you twice.

⭒

Lucy was beginning to think she gazed at the teacher down the hall too often, and wondered if she had noticed.

A part of her hoped that she was, indeed, not bothered by it, because she was so very beautiful, and Lucy thought it an awful shame to have to stop admiring her from afar. Unless of course it meant progressing to admiring her from a closer vantage. Yes, that would be preferable. Though it would probably never happen.

Still, Lucy could dream. The days were long, and though it was practically part of the job description as a primary school teacher, being polite and cheerful all the time was rather draining. The teacher down the hall always brightened Lucy’s day.

She saw her sometimes on her way to the teacher’s room, but their lunch breaks did not intersect, so there was never a chance to accidentally sit down at Y/N’s usual table.

And she could never bring herself to speak to the other teacher on purpose. Lucy was afraid that she would see right through her, and be disgusted by Lucy’s affection. Thus, Lucy kept her distance.

But she still allowed herself to admire from afar.

⭒

Winter had swept the country in a flurry of cold, and the temperature had dropped twenty degrees from one day to the next.

So when Lucy arrived at the school wearing a fitted, tweed peacoat, you blushed at the thought of how beautiful she looked, and blamed it on the cold.

She caught your gaze as you both crossed the parking lot, walking toward the front of the school. It was early, still dark, and you were sure that the two of you were the only ones to be here at this hour.

She smiled softly, then ducked beneath her curtain of wavy hair.

“It’s gotten cold,” she said, in her lovely, gentle voice, and you laughed to dispel the bundle of nerves in your abdomen.

“Almost overnight,” you added.

She crossed to your side of the road, slowing her pace so as to walk with you.

“Definitely.” She shivered. “But it’s good weather for hot chocolate.”

Your heart fluttered and you blurted. “I love hot chocolate.”

Her eyes flicked to yours, as she bit her lip. Then the gesture grew to a smile, her eyes twinkling, and you felt overwhelmed by a sudden urge to wrap her in your arms and kiss that beautiful smile, till she giggled and your frozen fingers turned warm from being intertwined with hers.

“Me too,” Lucy said.

You exhaled in relief that she had not noticed your awkwardness.

“Shame we don’t have lunch at the same time,” she continued. “We could have a little hot chocolate party.”

“Oh, absolutely!” you replied, perhaps a little too enthusiastically.

Then you noticed that you’d reached the front entrance, where you would go to one end of the hall, and Lucy to the other.

You stopped walking, reluctant to let your conversation end here.

Lucy, you thought, was the same; she paused, pulling off her beret and tousling her hair with light fingertips.

“Well,” she drew a deep breath, “this is me. That way, I mean.” She pointed down the hallway, before her arms fell to her side and her eyes to the ground.

“It was nice to—”

“— talk to you— oh.”

It would seem that the both of you had spoken the same sentiment.

“Um,” you began, but faltered for words. “I’ll see you around?”

“Yes. Yes, of course. Have a nice day, lovely.” She raised her hand in a little wave, before she turned and headed down the hallway. You stared after her, clutching your papers to your chest and feeling like you’d stepped back in time and become a shy schoolgirl once more.

You turned and walked slowly down the hall to your own classroom, in the opposite direction.

You were always crossing paths with Lucy Boynton.

But you were always traveling in the opposite direction.

⭒

It had begun to snow outside, and the children had become restless. But they’d already been outside twice today, so Lucy was forced to occupy them with something else, no matter how much they begged to play in the snow.

“Please, Miss. It’s still snowing!”

“It’s been snowing for hours, Nicholas,” said Lucy patiently. “I promise you it’ll still be snowing when you go home.”

There came a chorus of dismay from the children, but Lucy quieted them with the lift of a hand.

“We’ve got to do our reading time now,” she told them. “But it’s a good chapter today, I promise you.” They were reading Enid Blyton’s The Magic Faraway Tree, one of Lucy’s childhood favourites, and having read it for her students each year, she now knew it almost off by heart. “I’ll read you the first two pages, and then you can have a try on your own, yes?”

There were several nods and a few yeses, so Lucy leaned against her desk at the front of the room, and opened the novel to where she’d left the bookmark.

“Next day,” Lucy began, “all the four children woke up feeling excited.  It was so lovely when a really nice Land was at the top of the Faraway Tree. They had been to—”

A flash of colour had caught Lucy’s eye. Miss L/N had just walked past the classroom.

“Miss Boynton?” one of the girls was saying.

Lucy blinked.

“You stopped reading.”

“Oh,” said Lucy. “I’m terribly sorry. I must have gotten distracted…”

Nicholas snorted. He was a bit of a cheeky lad, but even this was a bit extreme for him.

“I beg your pardon, Nicholas?” Lucy intoned, a rare note of sharpness in her words.

“Nothing, Miss.”

“Nothing?”

Her question was met with silence, as the children became suddenly interested in their books.

Little Sadie alone, bold as ever, folded her arms. “You keep staring at Miss L/N,” she said. Then she tilted her head to one side. “Why do you keep staring at Miss L/N?”

Lucy felt herself turning red, which was an entirely ridiculous reaction to the inquiries made by a five-year-old girl.

“I do not stare at Miss L/N,” she said determinedly. “Wherever would you get that idea from?”

“You do,” Nicholas backed up Sadie, who sat beside him. Lucy made a mental note to rearrange seating as soon as possible. Those two were bold enough alone, let alone as table partners.

“Why do you do it?”

“Yes, Miss,” said another one of the boys, “why do you do it?”

The girl across from him scoffed. “Don’t be stupid, Jack.”

Lucy looked on in disbelief, wondering how quickly her usually quietly-respectful students had become precisely the opposite.

“Miss!” cried Jack. “Did you hear what she said to me?!”

Lucy frowned, closing her book and replacing it on the desk behind her in an admittal of defeat. It was clear that this situation would not disperse as quickly as she had hoped. “Yes, I did,” she said. “Mila, that wasn’t very nice. Please apologise.”

Mila sighed. “I didn’t mean it in a mean way—”

“Oh,” Lucy raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

“I meant that it’s so obvious.” The poor girl was quite exasperated, and Lucy refrained from smiling at her countenance.

She spoke instead, “I’m sorry?”

“It’s so obvious why you stare at her.”

“For the last time,” Lucy said, “I do not stare at her.”

Emily raised her hand, and didn’t wait to be asked to speak. “She stares at you too, Miss.”

“Does she—” Lucy started, then immediately chided herself, and was sure her face must be purple by now, as much as she was blushing. “No,” she said determinedly, “we are not having this discussion—”

“It’s because she liiiiiikes you!” exclaimed Kara, and the entire class erupted into giggles.

Lucy settled for a dramatic sigh and the pretense of being unfazed. That always seemed to work best in these sorts of situations. “Go back to your books, please,” she told the class hurriedly. “Has anyone read anything interesting?”

“Miss, I’ve read something interesting.”

“Oh, thank god for that,” muttered Lucy, brushing flyaway hairs from her face. “What’ve you got, Gemma?”

“Well it says here, Miss, that you and Miss L/N are in LOOOOOOOVE!”

It was then that Lucy knew, this was going to be a long day.

⭒

You were running late to your class, but with entirely good reason.

The previous lesson had been art, and it’d been quite a mess, following the painting session. Despite having worn an apron, you had paint on your trousers, on the sleeves of your shirt, paint smeared across your cheek like war markings. In short, there was paint everywhere. Absolutely bloody everywhere, and no matter how much you’d scrubbed to rid yourself of it, there was always more.

So you were running late, having spent the majority of your lunch break cleaning up the classroom, and your own person.

And to make matters worse, here was Lucy Boynton coming towards you.

Poised as ever, you felt like a barn-dweller in comparison, and her smile was radiant, whilst yours was merely tired.

You thought she was going to pass you, as she always did, but then she stopped. And with her, your heart.

Her forehead furrowed slightly. “Are you alright?

“Yes,” you breathed out, “yes, I’m fine.” You both felt and sounded rather flustered, even by your own judgement.

She smiled still, something between shy and coy, in the flutter of her eyelashes and the upturned corner of her mouth.

“You’ve got paint in your hair,” she said.

“I’ve got paint everywhere,” you responded in kind. “Been trying to clean it off, but it’s like supergl—”

Lucy had reached up and brushed a lock of hair from your forehead, her fingers twining lightly in the strands to ease a particularly stubborn fleck of paint from their midst.

Your breath was captive in your throat alongside your stuttering heart as she flicked the paint from her fingertip.

Then she tucked the lock of hair behind your ear, with a lingering touch upon your skin, wide eyes trailing along the planes of your face.

“Luce,” you murmured, and her gaze fell to your own. “Am I— am I allowed to call you that?”

She was so near to you now, so very close, the pages of the books she was carrying beneath your very nose, and you felt her words, rather than heard them.

“If you keep looking at me like that,” she whispered, shaking her head, “you could call me anything at all, and I’d still be completely enamoured by you.”

A beat.

Then you closed the distance and kissed her.

Sparks burst along your skin as both of her hands came up to cradle your face, the books dropping from her embrace as she forewent them for you— her beloved novels, you knew, because she took them everywhere— for you.

Tripping backwards in surprise at how immediately she reciprocated, at the tenderness of her mouth and the warmth of her hands, you drew your arms around her frame to keep from falling any farther than you had already. Though figuratively, falling was something you had done long ago, and there was no stopping it now, or ever.

The folds of her dress brushed against your skin, soft in comparison with the bruising manner in which she kissed you and you kissed her, unable to help yourself. She tasted of lemon and sugar, spun and fine as her hair, as her laughter, and she was so very herself, in a way that made you feel wholly consumed by adoration.

But blazing fire idled to glowing flame as that adoration took over you, and the kiss grew slower, sweeter, as she guided your hands to her waist and pressed closer, as youthfully eager as you were.

You drew back soon enough, however, albeit reluctantly, reasoning breathlessly,

“You can’t kiss me like that in the middle of a school hallway.”

Her tone was playful. “Why not?”

“Because we’re not students skipping class anymore. We’re teachers missing them.”

There was that smile of hers again, and it breached both your heart and head, turned your resolve to mush.

“I’d call this a lesson,” she said simply, touching your cheek with a gentle hand.

You scoffed, kissed her palm. “In what, exactly?”

“Gravity.”

“Gravity?”

“Yes,” said Lucy. “Yours.”

“You’re delusional if you think I’ve got any sort of gravity about me,” you laughed.

“Imaginary gravity, then,” Lucy’s smile broadened. “Will that do?”

And with the way that her eyes twinkled, you could not find it in you to refuse her.

“Lessons in imaginary gravity,” you murmured. “Yes, that’ll do. Any excuse, really.”

Thus, you wrapped her in your arms and kissed that beautiful smile that persisted heartily yet, till she giggled and your frozen fingers turned warm from being intertwined with hers.

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[hearts-hunger]

Absolutely Divine || Lucy Boynton x Reader

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Summary: Unbeknownst to either of you, you and Lucy have both been thinking of each other long before this party you find yourselves stuck at. Finding a good place to hide away proves helpful in getting both of you to admit your feelings, as well as letting you act on them for the first time.

Pairings: Lucy Boynton x Reader

Genre: Smut! Porn without plot! Lots of wlw tenderness!!!!

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: f/f smut, oral, fingering (18+ only please!) also, no beta, we die like men

A/N: I haven’t written anything in literally months but uh Miss Lucy Boynton owns my ass and thinking about her got me so hot and bothered I wrote a whole fic about it. Her power.......... anyways, enjoy! It’s kind of sweet and tender as well as being 90% sex, so I hope it’s a good read :) Shoutout also to Brent Faiyaz, whose music makes a great smut-writing soundtrack.

“Well, this party is an absolute bore.”

You made room on the loveseat as Lucy sat down next to you, the blush-colored tulle of her dress flouncing out in front of her. She took a sip from her glass of champagne, leaving a kiss mark on the rim that held your attention for longer than it should have.

“Nobody catch your eye?” you asked, studying her profile in the dim golden light. You’d found a cosy study in the house the huge, glamorous party was hosted in, and the full decanters of whiskey and the fire in the grate made it the perfect spot to hide out for the night.

She laughed. “No, not quite. Rami and the boys are all drunk and dancing, you know, tearing up the dance floor, and I would have joined them for a little bit of entertainment if these shoes weren’t so damn painful.”

She lifted the hem of her dress to reveal her sparkly high-heels. “And then I couldn’t find you anywhere, darling,” she said, moving her hand to clasp yours. She gave you a sweet smile. “I missed you. So I thought I’d try and find you and see what you were up to.”

You smiled back. “Just taking a breather,” you said. “My shoes are killing me too.”

“God, but they’re adorable,” she said, glancing down at your stilettos with ribbon crossing around your ankles. They suited your dress, a strapless red number, but they were a nightmare to wear for very long.

“They must be awful to wear, though,” she said. She tilted her head back to get the dregs of the drink, her gorgeous neck just begging to be kissed; you blushed and shook your head to clear it. She set the glass down on the floor and got off the couch; you felt a fleeting sense of disappointment until you realized she was getting to her knees in front of you instead of leaving, like you’d thought.

You bit your lip; just the sight of her in front of you, being able to move so easily between your legs, made you bite back a moan.

“Come on, then,” she said. “Let me take them off for you.”

You hesitated, a dreadful part of you wishing she meant something other than your shoes. When she gave you a stern look that quickly changed into a smile, you blushed and did as she said.

“There’s nobody to catch my eye anyway,” she said, continuing the conversation you’d left off earlier as she reached under the hem of your dress and started to untie the ribbon. Her fingers glanced over your skin and you had the foolish thought that maybe this is what Victorian maidens felt like, scandalously showing their ankles. “My attention is fully accounted for, thank you very much.”

You felt a spark of jealousy and instantly chided yourself. “Oh yeah?” you ventured. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

She met your eyes and gave you a mischievous grin. “Who said it was a guy?”

Oh. Well, you’d always wondered; you tried to tamp down the flutter of excitement in your chest.

She finished with the first shoe, gently slipping it off and setting it aside. She started on the second one and had to bend closer to see the knot in the bow, giving you a lovely view of her decolletage; you blushed furiously and tried to look anywhere else.

“There we go,” she said, straightening as she finished untying the ribbon and took your other shoe off to join the other one on the floor. You chanced looking back at her, having been studying the ceiling and trying not to think of how much you’d like to take her dress off of her, and found her giving you a cheeky smile.

“You’re a little flushed, lovely,” she said. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” you said quickly. “Um, it’s - I’m just a little warm.”

To your surprise she started to trail her fingers further up under the hem of your dress, slowly, giving you time to move away. You couldn’t do anything but draw in a strained breath, feeling her touch like fire against your skin.

“You certainly are,” she said smoothly, her nails scratching lightly at your inner thigh. “Any particular reason?”

You genuinely couldn’t think of anything to say; you felt like your brain was short-circuiting as her touch sent sparks of pleasure through you.

“Oh, I meant to tell you,” she said easily, still tracing her fingers up and down your legs. “You’re the girl who’s got my attention.”

You felt heat rush everywhere at that, reddening your face and making you squeeze your legs together a little before you remembered her hands were between them. Fuck.

“And I’d like to show you just what I’ve been thinking about you, if you like,” she said smoothly. She looked up at you from beneath her long lashes, giving you a teasing smile. “What do you think?”

You nodded, unsure if this was real or just a very, very nice dream.

She gave a soft laugh. “Need to hear it, lovey.”

You drew in a sharp breath. “Yes,” you said eagerly. “God, if you want to, yeah. Of course.”

“Good girl,” she praised, her voice sweet and genuine but laced with something deeper, more possessive. “What do you want, lovely? You want me to make you all hot and bothered as quick as I can, before somebody comes in and finds us?” 

She eased your dress up, pressing kisses to your thighs, leaving marks of her plum-colored lipstick on your skin. 

“You worried someone will see?” she purred. “Or maybe you’d like it if I took it slow, and someone walked in just in time to see you cum?”

“Oh, god,” you breathed, both the thought of someone being witness to Lucy fucking you and the feel of her pulling your panties off enough to make your head spin. She gave a soft laugh and tossed the little bit of black fabric by your stilettos.

“I haven’t even done anything yet, sweetheart,” she said. “Does that mean you want it quick?”

“Um, I…” 

You honestly couldn’t decide. She was right; she hadn’t even really touched you, and you felt arousal pool between your legs at the thought of her doing anything more. Whether she took it fast or slow, you were sure you wouldn’t last very long.

She nipped at your inner thigh. “That’s ok, lovey,” she said. “We’ll just see how it goes, how about that?”

“Okay,” you agreed.

She smiled. “Good girl,” she praised in a soft voice. “You’re being so patient with me, sweetheart. Such a good girl. You want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” you managed. “Please.”

She eased you closer to the edge of the loveseat, settling herself between your legs with a satisfied smirk.

“You can pull my hair a bit, if you like,” she said. “Up to you.”

That was all the warning she gave before pressed her mouth between your legs, spreading you, her tongue slowly tasting every inch of you. You threw back your head against the back of the couch as an almost overwhelming pleasure washed over you.

“Fuck,” you managed, twisting the fabric of your dress as you searched for something to ground you. You could have sworn you felt her smile as she finally turned her attention to your clit, her tongue circling slowly, torturously. You whined and carded your fingers through her hair with shaking hands, wanted her closer, deeper, fuck - 

“God, you taste so good,” she said, the slightest edge of desperation to her voice. Your hips jerked as she started to suck on your clit, sending shocks of pleasure through you, and she put a hand on your thigh to steady you.

“Lucy,” you whined.

She pulled back just enough to look up at you from under her lashes, licking her lips with a pleased smile. You couldn’t focus, really, head still swimming as she rubbed slow circles against your clit, not enough to get you off but just enough to tease. 

“Love to hear you beg, sweetheart,” she said. “Beg for me, baby.”

You gasped as she pressed deeper. “Please, Lucy,” you said, your voice high and needy.

“Please what?”

“God - make me cum, please.”

You were surprised to see how that affected her, a breathy moan escaping her as she bit her lip. “Well, now. How can I say no when you ask so nicely?”

She replaced her fingers with her tongue, wasting no time in bringing you to the edge. You tugged on her hair, making her moan against you, feeling your orgasm build like a cresting wave.

“Yes, yes, oh, fuck, Lucy,” you babbled. “Gonna cum, please, oh god - ”

You came with a keening groan, legs shaking as she continued to eat you out until you were completely spent. She gave your thigh one last kiss before she pushed herself off her heels and kissed you deeply, hands on either side of you, her mouth tasting sweet and salty, like champagne and your own taste.

“Thank you,” you said between kisses, breath catching in your chest as she sucked love marks under your jaw. Your hands went to her sides, drawing her closer, skating over the soft fabric until you reached her breasts. The tulle of your dresses rustled together as she dipped her head to kiss your chest, her tongue ghosting between the deep v of your neckline.

“I’m not finished with you yet, lover,” she said gently, though the glint in her eyes was unmistakable. She put her mouth to yours again, kissing you slowly, as her hand snaked up under your skirt between you.

“But, Lucy, you - ” you started to protest.

“Hush, darling,” she said, nipping at your bottom lip. “Let me make you cum again, please.”

You sucked in a breath as she slowly eased two fingers into you, taking her time. Your hips rocked closer to her as she started a steady rhythm, her thumb circling your sensitive clit.

“Is this ok?” she asked. “Not too much?”

“No,” you breathed, running your hands over her, tangling your fingers in her hair. “It might - fuck - might take a second for me to - ”

“Don’t worry,” she said, easing your slight embarrassment. A second orgasm right after your first always took you longer as the oversensitivity wore off, but the feel of her fingers in you was agonizingly wonderful. 

“Take your time,” she said. “I’ll go easy.”

True to her word, she worked you slowly as your body warmed to your arousal again, and sooner than you would have been able to manage on your own, you were rocking against her hand as she pushed into you and deepened her touch.

“That’s it,” she said, feeling you respond to her touch. “Good girl.”

You gave a breathy moan as you lifted your hips to take her fingers deeper. “‘M close,” you whined. “Lucy, gonna cum, gonna - oh, Christ - ”

She kissed you as you came and you moaned against her mouth, riding her fingers through your orgasm. She pulled her hand from between your legs when you were spent and popped them in her mouth.

“Absolutely divine,” she said with a sigh. “God, you’re so good. You’re perfect. Can’t believe I’ve made it this long without getting to taste you.”

You felt yourself blush with more than warmth and arousal. “Lucy,” you said bashfully.

She gave you a sweet smile and kissed you gently, differently than before. “Oh, you’re so beautiful,” she cooed. She kissed all over your face, making you giggle. “Such a darling little thing, aren’t you?”

You put your hand to her face and drew her to kiss your mouth again, carding your other hand through her hair. “Can I do you, now?”

She laughed. “If you want, lovely.” She guided your hand from her face down to her waist, gathering up her dress and letting you slip your hand under.

You raised a brow, hesitating before touching her like you so desperately wanted to. “Are you sure? You don’t want to switch places?”

She grinned. “I like it standing up very much, but I’m afraid I don’t quite trust my legs. If that’s alright with you.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” you said, giving her a deep, long kiss before putting your hand between her legs.

You swore breathlessly at the same time she bit her lip and moaned; you traced your fingers over her panties and felt how wet she was through the fabric. She started to rock against your fingers almost involuntarily, seeking friction; you gave her what she wanted rubbed her clit through her panties.

“Shit, Jesus, fuck,” she bit out, both of her hands on your shoulders to steady herself, her fingers gripping tight enough to leave bruises.

You couldn’t help a soft laugh. “You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“No,” she gasped, “but I’ll kiss you with it if you keep that up, please.”

You obliged her and pushed her panties aside, rubbing deep circles over her clit, kissing her shoulder as she whined with your every movement.

“You sound so pretty,” you said, kissing her neck. “Gorgeous thing.”

She muffled her moan against you. “Want your fingers,” she said, panting. “Please, baby, need them in me.”

You could tell she didn’t want to be teased, and you pushed two fingers into her and set to a quick pace. She whined as she threw her head back, practically bouncing on your fingers, chasing her high. 

“Jesus,” you breathed, feeling yourself get wet again just looking at her. Her expression was beautifully desperate, moans tumbling from between her kiss-swollen lips. 

“Gonna come, baby,” she gasped. “Oh, please, yes, yes - oh, fuck.”

You saw her expression change to complete blissed-out pleasure the same time you felt her tighten around your fingers, and you couldn’t help a moan of your own as she rode out her orgasm.

“God damn,” she breathed when she was spent, releasing her punishing grip on your shoulders. Like she had before, you put your fingers in your mouth and tasted her. She thanked you with deep, feverish kisses, both of you steadying your breathing and leaning on each other.

“Thank you,” she said. “You were perfect.”

“Couldn’t have been better than you were,” you said. You helped her up to sit next to you on the couch, and she moved until she was practically on your lap, wanting to be close to you as you kept kissing her.

“Maybe we should make this a more regular thing,” she said with a soft laugh.

You brushed her hair back from her face, gazing up at her blissed-out expression, drinking in how beautiful she was in the firelight.

“I’d love that,” you said gently.

She smiled. “I’d love that too,” she said. She twined her fingers with yours and kissed you in a way that told you she was happy to sit here all night and keep kissing you, and you couldn’t think of anything else you’d rather do more.

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Prompt List

I will write whatever your little heart desires (including smut) as long as it’s one of the people I am currently writing for, you could even choose more than one fi that’s what you like:

The members of Queen

Ben Hardy

Gwilym Lee

Joe Mazzello

Rami Mallak

Lucy Boynton

Here is a basic prompt list, feel free to chose a few or if you’re feeling more creative than I was when I typed this up, submit your own. 

Please specify if you would like smut, otherwise I will assume you don’t:

1. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it”

2. “You’re lucky you’re cute”

3. “He left me...! He left me” “But that’s not what I’m gonna do”

4. “I’m too sober for this”

5. “I’m pregnant”

6. “Well this is awkward”

7. “Is that my shirt?”

8. “Wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me!”

9. “How did you get here?”

10. “I’m fine. It’s fine. Everything’s fine”

11. “As far as I’m concerned, I don’t blush”

12. “Just pretend to be my date”

13. “Do you have any idea what I want to do you right now?”

14. “Don’t look at me like that”

15. “Quick kiss me”

16. “You’re in for it now”

17. “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion”

18. “Um...are you wearing anything...under that...?”

19. “Did I fucking stutter?”

20. “You’ll be the death of me”

21. “Don’t make me take you home and punish you”

22. “I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone so badly”

23. “You’re more than just a one night stand”

24. “Try to stay quite”

25. “Make me”

26. “Stop teasing me so much”

27. “What did you just say?”

28. “What did I just say?”

29. “Come here”

30. “If you interrupt me one more time, so help me”

31. “As you wish”

32. “Want some help?”

33. “I will always love you”

34. “I will always protect you”

35. “I will never leave you”

36. “Can you help me?”

37. “It feels like I’m falling in love for the very first time”

38. “Well he’s an idiot”

39. “You can’t do that”

40. “Please”

41. “I could stare at you forever and feel as though no time had passed”

42. “I never knew what forever was until I met you”

43. “It all feels like a dream” “In that case I hope we never wake up”

44. Saying I love you for the first time

45. Sleeping together for the first time

46. Virgin reader

47. Lazy afternoon

48. Traveling together

49. Breaking up

50. Make-Up sex

51. They’re leaving for a long time

52. You’re leaving for a long time

53. Fight

54. “This is why we can’t have anything nice”

55. “Can you feel that?”

56. Protecting you

57. Cuddling

58. “I never want this moment to end”

59. “This is the part where you say yes”

60. “Yes sir”

61. “Yes ma’am”

62. “Now would you look at that”

63. Newly engaged

64. First child

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Essence of My Muse

Lucy Boynton x Female Reader

You were recently hired as Lucy’s makeup artist. She was your greatest muse and soon enough, you were hers as well.

Contains: fluff and smut

A/N: rushed and written while sleep deprived. possible sequel follow up

Words: 2.1K

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The first time you did Lucy’s makeup, she complimented the lavender scent emanating from your wrists.

As you did her makeup that time, your hands hovered delicately around her face, the scent lulling her into calmness. Since then, you made it a habit to make sure you wore a pleasing essence each time you came over.

You’d act nonchalant whenever she took notice of it. When you felt that she was getting used to one scent and the habit of commenting on it would fade away, you’d switch to a different scent so she would take notice again.

Today was one of those days.

“Mm, let me guess…” Lucy said faintly, bottom lip slightly clasped in between her teeth in thought. “Jasmine…?”

“Correct.” You chuckled softly. Your fingers grazed across her face, prepping her skin with primer.

There was something different about tonight when she called you over. You were not previously informed of an event she had to go to tonight. Something about her voice on the phone sounded different, firm yet pleading. When you arrived, the usual team of hair and fashion stylists weren’t there. In fact, Lucy seemed to be getting ready for bed when she answered the door.

It was just the two of you. Lucy, draped in a silk robe, sitting by the window of her penthouse that overlooked a wondrous view of New York. The lights of the apartment were dimmed, and she barely seemed responsive when you’d ask her questions of what event she was headed for tonight.

“Don’t worry about all that. Just work your magic, whatever you feel like doing to me.” She smiled with a coy shrug.

You didn’t object. Those hours of getting your greatest muse ready were the best part of your week. She trusted her ethereal face in your hands, a beautiful canvas that was yours to do what you pleased. You’d do anything you could do to let the indigo spark in her eyes gleam, bring out the plump and shine of her already kissable lips, enhance her sharpened bone structure so perfect it seemed to be carved from marble.

She was yours for those hours, until it was time for her to depart to whatever party or event awaited her. Though so many things about tonight hinted that she wasn’t planning on going out anywhere. But for whatever reason, she desperately needed you to come over to glam her up.

Lucy took in a deep breath as she turned her head so that her nose lightly fluttered at your wrist. As she let out her breath, a faint noise of bliss escaped, her lips parting. The hot rush of steam that danced across your skin as she breathed out cued a slight shiver from you. Your reaction was not lost on Lucy.

She opened her eyes, looking up at you through her lashes, her lips curling into a smirk. “You alright there?”

A hum and a nod was all you could muster as a response. It was hard to formulate a sentence when your mind was occupied with replaying the soft sound she made in tranquil response to your essence. You gulped as you felt the heat begin running to your cheeks, no doubt exposing how much those little movements from her weakened you.

Lucy muffled a mischievous chuckle by lightly biting her lip once more. She was well aware of the effect she had on you, but decided to spare you from the flustered state that began washing over you.

Feeling a surge of courage, you cupped her cheek, brushing your thumb faintly across her bottom lip and lightly tugging it down until it was no longer clamped between her teeth.

Lucy licked her lips a little, the tip of her tongue feathering so close to the tip of your thumb.

“Lip primer?” Lucy spoke while your thumb was still planted on the bottom outline of her lip.

You didn’t respond. Your eyes simply trailed over the curves of her lips, as you let your thumb follow your gaze.

“You’re not going out anywhere, are you?” You asked bluntly. It was near impossible to pretend anymore. The city lights streaming in through the window were barely enough to light up the dim room, not nearly enough to properly do her makeup. No one else in her glam team was present. And Lucy hadn’t bothered to do more to keep up the charade.

The grin that etched across her face was a sufficient enough answer.

“Fun fact...” Lucy whispered. The faintness of her tone lured you in. You leaned down slightly closer under the guise of needing to hear her better. She took another whiff of your wrists, soaking in the essence. “Apparently… the scent of jasmine was discovered as the winning blend...”

“The winning blend?” You repeated, your voice so faint it was inaudible. You were growing more entranced with your thumb brushing against her soft lips.

“The winning blend… for aphrodisiac properties...” She drew out the last ‘s’ sound letting her breath mist over your thumb.

You sucked in a quick breath. “I know…” You nodded. “Every other scent I’ve worn around you had such properties as well…”

“My, my…” She quirked an eyebrow. “What a coincidence…” That delightful sarcasm that you usually found endearing was only flustering under these circumstances. The game of ‘who could play coy the most’ which started the moment you began working for her, was now unbearable.

You opened your mouth, prepared to end the game, demanding an end to her tease. Though, you didn’t need to.

Ending your agony, Lucy parted her lips further until her tongue met with your thumb. Taking the hint, you let your thumb slip into her mouth as she bit down on it slightly. Her lips sucked on it tenderly before pulling away, while looking up at you. The relief of her slicing the tension allowed you to finally acknowledge the arousal that had pooled at your centre.

Once your thumb was free, the cold air replacing her hot breath, you made no hesitation to cup her cheeks with both hands, leaning down slowly until your breaths mingled.

Just before you could welcome her lips against yours, she whispered wide-eyed. “Close your eyes.”

Your brows furrowed at her. Her hands slid up and around your shoulders, motioning for you to sit in front of her.

When she saw that you were at eye level, she tutted and shook her head. She pulled you closer to her, gesturing for you to sit on her lap, so that you were slightly elevated. You obliged with her requests in a trance since you were still fixated on tasting her bare lips, free from any flavour you would’ve painted on them. The flavour of her was all you craved.

Her fingers lightly made contact with your eyelids, and taking the cue, you closed them. The last sight of Lucy’s eyes burning every inch of your face, singed into the black of your lids as you closed them.

You blindly leaned forward, eager to kiss her. Though you couldn’t see, you could sense that every move you made forward, she’d tip her head back.

You sighed. “Kiss me.” You whispered almost pleadingly.

You could hear her laugh faintly before her lips met your cheek, the tips of her short hair tickling the outlines of your face. She brushed her lips along your jaw and down your neck, only planting the faintest of kisses, not nearly enough to quench your need.

The ghosting of contact was more tortuous than no contact at all. You opened your eyes in impatience, cupping her face.

Lucy clasped her fingers around your wrists, prying your hands from her face. “Keep your eyes closed.” The sweetness of her voice coupled with a reassuring squeeze of your hands managed to dilute your impatience.

“No, I want to see you...” It was astounding how much it sounded as if you were in a trance. “My beautiful muse…”

“No, darling… tonight, you’re the muse…”

The gift that those words brought you were decorated as she leaned in for a tender kiss. Somehow, despite your eagerness to kiss her, your lips failed to move much. Her lashes fluttered against your cheek and she turned her head, humming softly into your mouth. This beckoned your lips open, allowing her to deepen the kiss.

“Your eyes… Keep ‘em closed, lovely...” She mumbled in between kisses.

You did as she said, letting yourself reciprocate the kiss more, humming along with her.

Lucy trailed her fingers slowly down your body, making sure to graze every curve you were insecure about, and now could feel proud of. Every inch of you was hers.

When you felt her fingers beginning to glide under your pants, you broke the kiss, wanting to watch. When you opened her eyes, Lucy pulled on the elastic waistband of your pants and let it go, letting it snap sharply against your skin. You winced and met eyes with her.

“Keep your eyes closed.” A stormy deep blue lust misted in her eyes with her demand, though soon after, her brows arched, framing a pleading and sweet gaze. “Please… every time you make me feel beautiful I close my eyes and let you work your magic. It’s my turn now.”

You were frozen stiff at the words she said to you. “I… you…” You muttered in disbelief.

A quiet shush breezed through her pursed lips as she leaned in, beckoning you to close your eyes. Once you had, she pecked lightly on each of your eyelids before trailing her hand back where it once was. “There we are… Just relax…”

Lucy stroked your hair soothingly with one hand, her nails lightly grazing your scalp, serving as a distraction. You were more at ease as her other hand slid under the waistband of your pants, the cold of her fingertips beginning to wash against the heat of your core.

The arousal in your slick heat welcomed her. And once you stopped yourself from stiffening at her touch, her pace grew faster. You kept leaning forward to kiss her, your eyes remaining closed. She would kiss you only in brief sessions before pulling away. You could sense it was so she could watch as you came undone on top of her. Every inch of your face burned, picturing her eyes soaking every detail of it.

A succession of moans and sharp breaths followed every flourish of her fingers, her thumb sweeping against your clit as her fingers delved inside you massaging your walls.

“That’s it, lovely…” The heat from her breath clung onto your lips. You parted them to kiss her again, but knowing you were on the brink of release, she tipped her head back, eager to keep looking at you.

You yelped, wincing at the thrust of her fingers hitting the sweetest of spots, not allowing your growing sensitivity hinder her speed. The guttural moan that forced its way out your mouth would have embarrassed you if your head wasn’t spinning so much with excruciating bliss.

The violent rush that took over you made your posture and balance fail. You collapsed forward, pressing against Lucy and burying your head in the crook of her neck.

Lucy tugged lightly at the back of your hair, steadying your head up, making sure she could see you. “Look at me, don’t hide your face… I need to see you when you—”

A deafening moan silenced her and echoed across the apartment. Your eyes were still closed so you were oblivious to the proud, yet loving grin Lucy wore hearing you relish her every move. Her fingers moved faster against you letting you ride the waves of your orgasm for as long as possible.

She took in the sight of you. Your cheeks flushed crimson, your mouth opening and closing unsure whether to let out your moans or muffle them, your croaked voice whimpering her name as she slowed her speed. “Ah, there she is… my beautiful muse…” She whispered sweetly.

At last, you opened your eyes. You gave a weak smile upon observing her half-lidded eyes gaze up at you.

Lucy tilted her head, a sign of permission that you could kiss her. And you did. Sloppily, given the weakened state you were in. Although the rush of pleasure she gave you was no doubt perfect, having her body and lips pressed against yours properly was more than enough for you.

Lucy pulled away from your lips, burying her face in your neck, taking in your scent. You sat in her lap as she embraced you.

“May I wear this essence next time?” Her whispers vibrating against your collarbone.

You grinned weakly. “May it be the only thing you wear next time.”

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