#my poor darlings 😭

[flatoutin-eaurouge]

Misunderstood

Pairing: Mika Häkkinen x Michael Schumacher

This cute fic idea was brought to you by the lovely @kimizilla. I had so much fun writing this. Thank you so much! 💕

Michael walked back to his garage with a smug grin on his face. He was beaming with pride over yet another win. At this point he was gaining trophies as if he was gathering berries. His worth on the drivers market was going to the roof.

He slapped the sidepod of his Benneton B194 with adoration. The beast. The machine. He felt extra blessed with his legendary machinary when he thought of his childhood rival Mika Häkkinen, who he had the fiercest but fairest battles with on track. The boy, who he really rated, probably didn't have the start of his Formula One carreer he had expected or hoped for.

Of course no one expected Mika to fight for the wins in the Lotus car, the green team being in financial trouble, but the McLaren car... how could that Team of Titans change for the worse when Mika signed. The Peugeot deal was the worst decision of them all. Not to mention the delay in putting Mika in that McLaren cockpit. Michael Andretti was a frail shadow next to the mighty Ayrton Senna. Back then Michael reckoned already that the Finn - who he had an unexplicable soft spot for - would be a way thougher challenge for Ayrton. It just didn't sit him right and it was weird to be bothered by it so much, but for some reason it was way less fun to share the podium with someone like Damon Hill. He missed his battles with the Finn.

When he walked to the pitwall pumping his fist in the air, he was greeted by a very proud Flavio Briatore. The man had really put all of his efforts into bringing Benneton to the top, and he had done everything to convince Michael to drive for them. A top tier driver for a fast developing team with a cunning mission. From the very first start of his Benneton adventure, Flavio and Ross had showered Michael with compliments. And not without reason. Michael was driving like an experienced veteran. His learning curve was as steep as a canyon in just his third season in Formula One. His car was an extension of his body. Hitting the apex of corners as smoothly as was humanly possible... or inhumanly possible, because the German was that good. Michael was on cloud nine, very much in contrast to his childhood rival.

Flavio took his 'surrogate son' in a heartfelt embrace and slapped him on the shoulder. "Michael, my man! Another victory. Another pristine drive."

Elsewhere, in the McLaren garage Ron Dennis held his golden boy in an embrace for different reasons. The engine of the McLaren MP4/9 had given up again and was out of the race. The glory days of McLaren seemed to be over for now. Ayrton Senna had left a sinking ship early in the season, before his passing, and the young and talented Finnish rookie ended up with an unreliable car.

Mika sighed. His fourth season in Formula One - and his third full season - and it was still not going to happen. He thought of his Formula Three-days where he and Michael lapped the entire field and dominated the competition. Michael had made a questionable move in Macau and Mika had made a stupid decision to leave his overtake to the tail end of that race, but he never held any grudges towards his rival. It was ok. It happened. It was part of racing.

Still he felt sad over his meager successes in Formula One and wondered whether he was good enough for the top competition. Nevermind the performance of the car, he crashed the thing at times he didn't need to. Ron had told him it was not his fault. That he was just pushing the car to the limit and that the engine just wasn't good enough to handle being wrung out by his talented hands. His team boss was kind like that, but it still made him insecure about his performances.

"It's ok, Mika. It's not our season, but it will come with time." Ron Dennis was just glad for Mika's loyalty to stay with the team. The boy was really fast, and Ron had always been convinced that one couldn't teach speed to a driver. So the trust in Mika remained.

"Thank you, Ron. I am sorry." Mika let go off his team boss and carded a hand through his blonde hair. "I am going to congralute Michael. I will be back soon."

With those words he left the garage and walked past the line of various garages and motorhomes towards the Benneton garage. He noticed Michael talking to Johnny Herbert and looked forward to having a chat with his rival and former teammate whom he both knew so well.

"Yes, I don't understand why he was given so much trust, time after time. The guy was so much slower and crashed his car all the time," Michael said to Johnny, raising his hands in disbelief. "How?"

Mika heard the conversation and came to a halt, quickly hiding behind a rack of Good Year tyres, because this seemed like a conversation he was not supposed to hear. Who the hell were they talking about?! Mika couldn't stop himself from eavesdropping the driver pair. Why were they so mean to someone? Who deserved that?

"I know right. The mediocore guy. How could Ron Dennis not have seen this earlier?" Johnny replied, shaking his head in disblief. "He just isn't F1 material."

Mika froze on the spot. A sudden chill washed over his body and made goosebumps appear on his skin. Ron Dennis? Mediocore guy? Not F1 material? Were they talking about him?! Mika felt his heart rate going up in anxiety. Certainly they weren't talking about the legendary Ayrton Senna or Martin Brundle, who had been in F1 for so long already.

"McLaren should sort its things out. Can't believe they put him in the cockpit of that car!" Michael frowned.

Mika felt his cheeks turn red in shame. They must be talking about him. Why would they say such things?! How can they be so mean?! He barely noticed his eyes starting to water, tears threatening to fall down his cheeks. It was as if someone had stabbed a dagger in him from behind, as if someone had pierced his heart with a sword. It hurt. It really did.

He felt the tears streaming down his face, falling onto the tarmac below him, frizzling in the heat of the Italian sun. He couldn't believe both Michael and Johnny said such things. All of a sudden he felt so stupid and small. He quickly put his helmet back on because he didn't want anyone to see his miserable face - thank God he had brought the thing - and made his way out of the Benneton terrain. Far away from those mean guys.

"Yes, Michael Andretti didn't deserve that seat as much as Mika. Just because his father Mario was such a hotshot in his Lotus days."

Johnny nodded in agreement. "If Mika would have started in the beginning of 1993, he could have shown his worth. He was such a friendly teammate."

Mika ran towards the McLaren garage, not bothering to greet Ron or the mechanics. On his way to his motorhome he came across Steve Hallam. He flipped his visor slightly open and told the mechanic that he was feeling unwell and didn't want to see anyone for a few hours.

He opened the door to his motorhome, took off his helmet and threw it into a corner with a frustrated sigh. He didn't bother to take his race suit off as he flipped onto his bed, face down into the pillows. He cried, bitter tears of shame and anger. His pillow was slowly turning damp. He wanted to punch something. He lifted his face and punched the mattress with his fist. Stupid guys!

However, in the back of his mind he was afraid they were right. His anger made way for doubt. How many points had he scored? Was it in reasonable contrast to how many cars he had crashed when he pushed them to the limit?

Maybe he really was just a shit driver. He bit his lip. He wanted to talk to someone about his doubts, but there was no one around he saw fit to share his thoughts with. Should he call his mum? No! He wasn't a pathetic child! And her opinion wouldn't be completely objective anyway. She would probably go like: "Mika, kulta! Don't say that! You are a very good driver!"

He didn't need his mum's advices.

He wiped his tears, blinking rapidly to dry his eyes, hoping the tears would stop. But it was to no avail, more tears were coming.

Should he call Keke to ask for advices? No, he didn't want to show weakness to his manager. He grabbed his pillow and threw it into the corner with force, where it joined his abandoned helmet. He would have never expected Michael to belittle him behind his back. Of course they've had there moments, but off-track it had always been very friendly. He also felt sick to the stomach because his former teammate, he thought he could trust, had agreed with Michael's stupid opinion. Who did Johnny Herbert even think he was?! He had out-scored him both of his Lotus seasons for fuck's sake, and it was only luck that Johnny had ended up in a better performing team.

The next race in Jerez, Mika qualified his McLaren-Peugeot in third position. Of course behind the ultra-talented German starboy and Damon Hill, but he was satisfied. Although his satifaction had more to do with the fact that he had successfully schooled his insecurities behind an impassive mask, than his position on the grid. It didn't mean he had forgotten about the conversation he overheard last race. He didn't greet Michael when he entered the paddock this morning. He neglected him, because even if Michael was right about his mediocore performances, he should tell him that to his face so he could defend himself.

A thundercloud formed above his head. Goddamnit, why couldn't it just leave him unbothered. He had been very quiet in the garage. He was still so insecure, but at least he could put his insecurity into agresssion when he rammed his car over the Jerez circuit this morning.

Right now, as he closed the door to his motorhome, the doubts flooded his mind again. He fisted his hands in his hair and pulled at the golden strands, as tears dribbled down his cheeks. What was a third place on the grid if he wouldn't end up on the podium anyway!

A few hunderd meters away from him, Michael sighed as he made his way to his own Benneton motorhome. He should be happy with yet another pole, but something didn't sit him right. Something that he thought was very important: he had no idea what was wrong with Mika. The Finn had been neglecting him ever since the previous race in Italy. Usually Mika would come over for a chat and congratulate him with his win, but his childhood rival was nowhere to be seen. Michael had a bad feeling about it. Was Mika angry with him? But why? Why would he be?

There must be a reason Mika had been avoiding him and Michael didn't know what it was, but he didn't want to congratulate him on his third position and risk angering the Finn even more. He would leave him be. For now.

The next day at Jerez the cars lined up on the grid for the race. It was this year's European GP, and winning it was quite prestigious. At the start, the drivers became one with their car. Visors went down, emotions and grudges were shut out for the moment. The engines started and made the mechanic bodyworks roar.

The race was pretty uneventful for Michael, as all three of the top-placed drivers on the grid got P1, P2 and P3. However to Mika the end result meant the world. He was so glad his insecurities hadn't influenced his driving, and he was so pleasantly surprised the engine hadn't given up despite his agressive driving style that afternoon. He had something to prove and he would risk everything for a decent result. Third was quite good for the McLaren shitbox.

As the three drivers went up onto the podium, Mika knew it would be akward and he didn't give a damn. He ignored Michael completely, sprayed his champagne only on Damon and then aimed his bottle at the McLaren team standing on the tarmac below them. The German was completely clueless about it. Good! Let him be!

Michael just didn't understand what was wrong! Mika seemed so angry with him. It was as if the Finn loathed him, and didn't tolerate him in his presence. The champagne spraying was painfully awkward. Michael felt a sudden sadness consume him, giving winning the European GP a bitter aftertaste.

On their way down the stairs, Michael grabbed Mika's arm. He needed to know. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Mika yanked his arm from the German's grip instantly. "You know what is wrong. And if you don't... maybe you should discuss with Johnny what you think is wrong!"

The conversation was short and unsatisfactory. Michael still had no idea what he had done and what Johnny had to do with it. "Mika?"

The Finn shook his head with an unforgiving look and turned around. Probably heading towards his motorhome, where he would lock himself in.

Michael chose to follow Mika, albeit slowly and quietly. There was no reason to rush the already furious Finn. Imagine kicking your foot between the door and the doorpost like a Jehova's witness. Mika would probably give him hell for it.

He arrived around five minutes later at Mika's trailer. On the way there he had to shake off some journalists. He didn't care if it made him look arrogant on camera, he was determined to find out why the relationship between Mika and him had chilled. To say Michael wasn't hurt by it would be a lie.

He knocked on the door. "Mika, can we please talk?"

It stayed silent on the other side of the door. Mika sat on the ground, his face wet with tears and his hands in his hair.

"Mika, please!"

It sounded genuinely desperate, but Mika didn't care. "Go away!!!"

The knocking on the door increased. "Mika whatever you've heard must be a misunderstanding! Please!"

Mika grabbed his walkman from the nightstand and put some music on so he couldn't hear his rival. He didn't really listen to the music, he just wanted some noise cancelling. Hell, he didn't even know the song that was playing. Deep down he hoped Michael was right about the whole thing being a misunderstanding, but what if it wasn't? He very clearly heard them mention "Ron Dennis" and "McLaren". Who else would they have been talking about? He needed Michael to suffer like he had suffered... just in case.

After a while Mika put his walkman aside and went to open the door for a breather, hoping the wind would dry his still damp eyes. However, he didn't come far... A really upset German Benneton driver pushed him back inside the motorhome and closed the door behind them.

Mika startled. What the fuck!

"We do need to talk!" Michael noticed Mika's puffed face and red-rimmed eyes and immediately softened. "Gosh, what's wrong Mika?"

Mika let his tears escape. His hands balled into fists and his shoulders started shaking on the rhythm of his sobs. "You think I am a shit driver and so does Johnny! Why Michael? Why? Am I that much of a loser to you!"

Michael was shocked. "But Mika...!"

"Why didn't you just say it to my face, you coward!"

"Mika it is a misunderstanding!"

"A mistunderstanding?!!! How could Ron Dennis not have seen this earlier? McLaren should sort its things out? Mediocore guy? Not F1 material?" Mika was fuming. "Yeah Michael, I know everything by hard."

Michael gasped. "Oh Mika." He shook his head in disbelief. "Mika, Mika, Mika. We weren't talking about you."

The Finn froze and stared at him with teary eyes. Secretly he wanted to punch Michael in the face, but he wasn't the kind of guy to throw punches. Except for his mattress and pillow, he couldn't remember ever hitting someone. "Ah no, I get it. You guys were talking about Ayrton. Sure!"

Michael shook his head again. "Mika your amazing career was put on hold by someone."

Mika froze again. His heart rate sped up. He didn't know what to say.

"Yes, we were talking about Michael Andretti, Mika."

"Were... were.. you really?"

Michael nodded.

Mika stumbled backwards until his back touched a wall. He slid down to the ground against it and covered his face in his hands. "I am sorry, Michael."

Michael's heart broke in a trillion little pieces. Before he knew it, he kneeled next to Mika and tried to remove the Finn's trembling hands from his face.

He was crying again and Michael felt his throat thighten. "Poor Mika, how could you think we were talking bad about you?" He enveloped the Finn in his arms and tucked his fluffy-haired head under his chin.

"It was just so coincidental with my bad performances lately," Mika sobbed.

"You're such an amazing driver, Mika. Don't talk yourself down. I reckon you will be a World Champ in a couple of seasons."

Mika thightened his arms around his guardian angel and smiled. "You're so kind, Michael."

"Only to you."

#it's so sad though 😭 #my poor darlings 😭 #they don't deserve to be sad and clueless #makkinen #mika häkkinen #michael schumacher #mika hakkinen #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #formula 1 #formula one #f1 #flatoutin-eaurouge #f1fanfic

[cutebendy]

I'm going to my damn school on Monday but I still can't finish the asks and requests :( I guess I'll start scribbling on any place I see empty. see you digital art. I didn't make any preparations for school and I'm about to die. I'm going to be sick from boredom😭

#im not cute #im the creator or whatever #hate myself like everytime #hate everyone in real life #silly post #just post #hey i hope you not read this :l #Hahaha 😭 #just smile :D #:D #smile dear #like my devil darling #poor boi #:'D #ˎO▿Oˏ #hmhmhhahahaha #ˎO▽Oˏ #im realy good :D #im ok #im #fool #...

[stephaniejuhnay]

Finally caving in and admitting I do in fact have a crush on Jason and??? THe SWOP promo video 'in an ambulance'?? Altered my brain chemistry for a sec there.

12 months ago, I’d have cheered you on in this. I’d have thrown a parade. Today, I say I’m sorry for the road ahead.

HOWEVER…SWOP is something that I will likely never be immune to so I get it. There are parts of that movie that changed me so fundamentally as a person. 😩

Godspeed baby girl! Try to find out as little as possible and you’ll be fine! 😂💜

#ask #that man #oh my poor darling friend I’m so sorry this happened to you #I fear the road ahead will be treacherous and full of disappointment #😭

[carnivorousyandeere]

Gtg to work so I can’t work on the alphabets more rn (booooooo, tomatoes tomatoes) but reading back through Penny’s older fics is so funny. She’s SO much worse than I remembered lmao. Terrible terrible lady, love her.

#also the fact I was like. what if we made Wisteria have a sister who was so much more ‘Mommy’ material to give Wis even more of— #an inferiority complex?? 😭 #poor Wis lmao #oc Penny #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere cw

[ticholasnesla]

My poor darling has to fast both food + water for the vet today and i just

#Elder abuse 😭 #Cats #My cats #Bean #She just loves drinking water #Poor darling #...i know that sounds ridiculous but like drinking water is like a hobby to her

[welldonekhushi]

#ugh realising i've abandoned my two darlings and it sucks #and i actually need to draw something on them as possible #literally after katya i started giving priority to my other OC's and it hurts.. #and not poor scarlet too 😭 #so let me know from you guys that whom would you like to see more! #and who you miss! #cod #call of duty #cod mw #cod waw #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty world at war #katya kovalevskaya #samantha scarlet wright

[bibleofficial]

hearing my parents make poor jokes on home videos make me scream like ‘yea across the street where we belong’ 😭😭😭 yes brokeys !!! we love self awareness 😍

#stream #ALSKALSLKSLAKSAKSLAKSLA i’m constantly making the same shitty jokes #i love being poor like honestly if i grew up rich i don’t think i’d have even half the personality i do now #like even interacting w rich people makes me laugh sometimes like my bestie #grew up so rich like his parents are worth a ton & im solidly poor so it’s hilarious to see like #what he considers valuable vs what i do it’s so funny but i love him so much kike it’s still charming but like #😭😭😭 have perceptive but he’s my baby he’s my darling i love him sooo fuckign muchb #he’s 1 of 4 men that have my heart whom i look i w such soft eyes like 🥺🥺 yes darling whatever u need & he is 1 of them !!!!

[poptartmochi]

I forgot wind of the western sea was on gioia's playlist...

#the delusion of it all.. my poor darling girl 🥺 #he is neeeeeever coming back for you 😭🍻 #many emotions tonite comrades 🆘 #sriracha.txt #nero prime

[horrorartsworld]

A manspreading man pt. 2

alastor/shy f!reader

warnings: S-M-U-T, kinda not proofread (wrote this late as fuck one night 😭)

here’s part one if you missed it!

(little recap:)

After embarrassingly leaving the meeting with much of a rush you didn’t notice that a certain someone was lurkingly following you in the shadows....

Once making it to the ladies room you splash some water in your face in attempts to rid of your filthy thoughts, unaware of what’s going on around you as the warm water felt good on your face, slowly melting all those said thoughts away.

"Why'd you run off darling...l was just starting to have some fun~" you jump startled water flying as you accidentally splash it all over the place, seeing as he was towering over you from behind in the mirror.

"I-I just needed a few minutes..." stammering as you wanted to scold yourself for your silly girly urges from earlier, not daring to look up at him out of sheer uneasiness as it would be too much for your little mind to wrap around, trying to put your main focus on something else as you try to clean up the mess you just made with the water.

"A moment to think about me...hmm?" he teased in your ear as a clawed finger danced along the underside of your chin before he forcefully grabbed it making you look up with a gasp, eyes immediately meeting his gaze in the reflection, one of power and what seemed like lust.

Making your thighs quiver relentlessly beneath you at the site, trying so desperately to stop them by squeezing them together, but Alastor takes notice before you can do anything about it causing a low chuckle to come from him. “Are you….horny my little fawn?”

Your eyes suddenly widen at his lack of self decency coming over him that was so unlike him, your lip trembling as you failed to muster a word out with these new found feelings that started to become overwhelming and his filthy words seemed to just be adding to it, along with the heat that was now building in your core.

Poor Alastor was trying to hold himself back as you failed to respond to him, getting slightly frustrated with your pheromones being so intoxicatingly strong in his senses that the answer to his question was quite clear though he was determined to hear it confirmed from your pretty lips.

“I asked you a question my dear…” grumbling sternly , setting his microphone against the wall as his other hand now lingers on your hip. You try averting your gaze only to feel how he suddenly ruts against you roughly trying to get your attention back as he makes your hips knock into the edge of the sinks counter, then forces your chin back towards the mirror once more.

“N-no…i-i’m not” you squeak, seeing yourself wrapped up in his grasp. Your lies only making him push into you further, his hard-on becoming more evident against your clothed behind.

“No?” he snickers doubtfully as his hand that was on your hip was creeping down the front of you, pulling you away from the sink as he lifted the front of your skirt up seeing your arousal clear as day, practically dripping down your thighs. “Then what might this be….? It wouldn’t be from the way i was sitting earlier would it?” he teased more as his other hand left your chin to inspect the now soaked area.

You nibble at your bottom lip while his chin now rests on your shoulder looking down with you as his fingers pry at your clothed clit. Lightly circling it with slow bits of pressure.

A soft whimper manages to escape your lips accidentally giving you away within an instant, cheeks burning to high heavens as that’s all it took to have him start peppering wet kisses along your neck, while the other hand dropped the front of your skirt to grab at your hip pulling your backside into him more. “There’s that pretty song of yours….” he mumbles against your neck giving it a playful nip as he elicits another whimper from you.

His fingers eventually weasel their way under your panties coming into contact with your wetness moving it over you to spread it amongst your folds as he continues his circles with a more increased speed, your breath getting more shaky as your head falls back onto his shoulder giving him more access to your neck which he took advantage of, nipping and marking wherever he could on your delicate skin.

With a sudden whine erupting from you and your release creeping up rather too quickly Alastor hurriedly removes his fingers from you making you feel lost without his touch. Uncertainty written all over your face as his plans for you were unclear until you watched shamefully him lick up your juices with his long pointed tongue, savoring your taste.

His lip curls seeing you watch him, as to then your surprise he pulls you in for a sloppy kiss, his tongue immediately invading your mouth letting it tango with yours as the taste of your own wetness lingered in your mouth.

Once Alastor pulls away with a string a saliva still connecting the two of you he then bends you over the sink letting your ass poke up just enough to see your exposed goods.

His ears lay flat amongst his head as he fumbles with the buckle on his belt, metal clicking finally as he wastes no time pulling his blushing red cock out just enough to free it from the confines of his pants with his eyes only fixated on the dripping slick of your needy pussy. Rubbing his fat tip along it to tease you further.

"Tell me what you want darling…" his voice dripping with desire with a slight glitching noise towards the end of his sentence sending a ringing sensation through your ears.

“I-I can’t say…” your shyness kicking in though you’ve already made it this far with the infamous radio demon.

“Yes you can…otherwise you won’t get anything until you ask properly”

You huff a little blowing the air out of your cheeks as you muster up the courage, “F-fuck me please…”

“Certainly,” giving himself one to three pumps, with his other arm wrapped securely around your tummy before he filled you completely in one quick thrust. Stretching you instantaneously and you try to gasp out for air that was denied with his hand wrapping around your throat holding you flush against him as he made you watch yourself get fucked in the mirror.

“Look at yourself….mhphm…such a dirty girl~”

Your face incredibly flushed and your body is puddy in his hands. It's getting more difficult to breathe by the second as he squeezes your throat, though that doesn’t stop the few moans that do trickle out.

Every part of your body wants to split into twos and Alastor doesn't even give you the time of day to let you adjust. Finding his rhythm as he slowly pulls out only to thrust inside much faster again and again almost hitting your g-spot everytime he went in.

“That’s it, take it like a good little toy frrmee, i’m gonna fill you up so good, make that pretty pussy all full, would you like that?” he says between groans, that left you completely gone off his cock, babbling incoherent nonsense as his other hand goes down to rub vicious circles on your clit once more, making you cum all over his fingers and cock.

“A-Alastor!” you plead wanting him to cum so badly as he continues to thrust relentlessly into your pussy.

A low primal growl comes from him as he rolls his head back thrusting hard into you a few more times before he fills you full of his cum, ears twitching as he revels inside you before completely pulling out with a shaky pop in his static along with a pleasurable sigh.

He watches with hazy eyes as the cum escapes your sensitive hole making a satisfied crackle come from him as he then puts himself together, back to his dapper self. As you try to do the same he stops you, “Ah ah…i want you stay like that with my cum dripping out of you for the rest of the day…” he tuts making you pout a little with the uncomfortableness of it, but you were just glad to feel full.

“How about we head back to that meeting now?” he extend an arm out to you in which you obliged as your legs were feeling quite wobbly making your cheeks flush.

Once back everyone’s giving the two of you ether smug or concerned looks. Seeing the few bruises on your neck, Alastor’s somewhat ruffled hair, your wobbly legs, you guys were both a dead give away.

Though Charlie bless her heart was still going on about whatever activity that was happening that you completely forgot about.

As you try to waddle your way back to your seat your tugged in completely the opposite direction by Alastor who seated you right on top of his lap, not caring about your slickness at the moment but more so about your flustered face as he pulled this in front of all your friends. A sinister grin taking part on his face as he enjoyed it, leaning towards you whispering,

"Now let's see if you can behave yourself for the rest of this meeting…"

#☆⋆｡𖦹 my writings #☆⋆｡𖦹 alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin imagine #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor smut #smut #alastor x reader #alastor imagine

[mattyriddlesbitch]

FUCKING GOD I NEED MORE MATTHEO RIDDLE AND OVERSTIMULATION 😭😭😭 I'm begging!!

I can just hear Mattheo's voice. "Begging for me again already, angel?"

You Can Take It

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader

Warnings: dacryphilia, overstimulation, fingering, cussing, unprotected sex, bondage

18+ Minors DNI!

Ever since he had overstimulated you the first time, he was always looking to see how else he could do it. He loved seeing those pretty tears and ripping orgasm after orgasm from you.

So when he found your secret little wand vibrator, he knew exactly what he was going to do with it.

He had you bound to the bed, hands and legs tied. You couldn’t close your legs even if you wanted to. He was kissing and licking and biting all over you, leaving little marks here and there. You were nearly dripping from how worked up you were.

“You have no patience, darling.” Mattheo said as you kept whining and squirming under him.

“Please, Matty, I need you.” You begged, trying to give him your sweetest little puppy eyes so he’d give in.

“So needy. I’ll take care of you, baby.” He said before giving you a quick kiss, leaning back so he could look at your pussy. “She’s fucking dripping, princess.” He ran a finger through your folds, making you moan. 

He grabbed the vibrator, turning it on a low setting and pressing it to your clit. You moaned, legs trying to close around the toy, but the restraints stopped you.

“Oh, look at that. Someone’s sensitive.” He teased, turning the vibrations up a level.

Curses flew out of your mouth as you tried your hardest to keep still.

“Your fucking pussy is begging to be fucked. You feel empty, angel?” He teased, watching your desperate and empty hole try to clench on anything.

“Yes, I need something, Matty. Please.” You nodded and moaned.

“What do you want? You want my fingers? My cock? Or maybe that dildo you’ve been hiding from me?” He asked with a smug smile.

“No! I want you! I want your fingers!” You begged.

“Oh, so you’re saying I’m better than your toys?” He wasn’t upset about the toys, he liked that you had them actually, but he did want to tease you. 

“You’re so much better. Please, Matty.” You whined, trying to move your hips against the vibrator.

“I got you.” He said and pushed two fingers inside you.

You were moaning and crying out from how good it felt. The vibrator and his fingers were such a deadly combo. He already knew how to get your sensitive spots and make you cum quickly with his fingers. The vibrator added onto that was making your eyes roll back and legs shake. You didn’t last long before you were cumming on his fingers. He praised and complimented you as he helped you ride out your high.

Except he didn’t stop. No, he turned up the vibrator actually, his fingers still thrusting in and out. You were crying now, body still trembling as you fought against your restraints.

“Mattheo, please, I can’t.” You sobbed.

He clicked his tongue. “How many times have we been over this, sweetheart? You can take it. Just relax.”

You just cried from the overwhelming pleasure, still pulling at your restraints. Your body was screaming at you to pull away, but you physically couldn’t. Mattheo was trying to soothe you with some praises, telling you how good you were doing. You screamed and cried when he ripped another orgasm from you.

“Good girl. I told you you could take it.” He said, pulling his fingers out. He left the vibrator on you as he came closer, pressing his tip against your entrance. “You’re so beautiful.” He said sweetly before pushing in. “Shit, pretty girl, you feel so good. I’m gonna have to use this thing on you more.” He said as he started thrusting.

You were just a poor sobbing mess below him. His fingers were nice, but his cock was so much thicker and hit deeper. You were moaning and crying, tears running down your face. And that was the hottest thing in the world to him. Your sweet little face with ruined makeup, crying from how good he was making you feel.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me and cum on my cock?” His voice was so sweet compared to what he was doing to you.

“Yes! I’ll be good!” You sobbed. He really shouldn’t be loving this as much as he did. He shouldn’t love seeing you cry and sob.

“Good, I wanna fucking see you cum then.” He said, his eyes dragging down your body, watching your tits bounce for a moment before trailing further to see him fucking your sweet pussy.

You came again, violently. Shaking, screaming, crying, pulling at the restraints. Those might leave marks later, but that’s definitely not a concern at the moment.

He couldn’t take it anymore either. The way you screamed his name, the way you were crying, the way your walls were clenching around him. He came right after you, filling your pussy with his cum.

He’s definitely keeping the vibrator, that’s for sure.

#slytherin boys #slytherin boys smut #slytherin boys x reader #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle x reader smut #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle

[solaireverie]

lh44 | all eyes on you, my magician

pairing: lewis hamilton x f!merc admin!reader

summary: [ social media au ] lewis has a soft spot for the person behind the mercedes account and is a little obvious about it

warnings: one (1) swear word

faceclaim: maisie peters

author's note: it's been a hot minute (two years) since i've written x reader or social media aus, bear with me :) enjoy!

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tagged: lewishamilton, roscoelovescoco

mercedesamgf1 very important good boy(s) appreciation post ❤️

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roscoelovescoco love's the photos!

liked by mercedesamgf1, yourusername

user all i want to know is who took the first picture 🧐

↪ user same like who got you smiling like that lewis???

yourusername the cutest!! seeing roscoe was truly the highlight of my week

liked by roscoelikescoco, lewishamilton

↪ user lewis whatcha doing in the likes 🤨

↪ user it wasn't just lewis' main he also liked on roscoe's acc 😭 what is going on

↪ user so we're all taking this as yourusername seeing roscoe in person instead of through instagram like the rest of us peasants right?

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mercedesamgf1 #throwbacktuesday to the spanish gp ⏮

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user lewis is so obviously admin's favorite that it's not even funny at this point 💀

↪ user poor george having to thirdwheel whatever admin and lewis have going on

liked by georgerussell63

↪ user george liked??? lewis and admin what do you have to say for yourself

↪ mercedesamgf1 no comment 😜

user okay now i'm curious who exactly runs the merc account?

↪ yourusername 🤭🤭🤭

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yourusername summer break dump 🌥

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roscoelovescoco we's misses you's!

↪ user we?? we???? roscoe hamilton explain yourself 🎤

↪ yourusername i miss you two too 🫶

↪ user you two???!!! 😳

carmenmmundt don't get attacked by an ostrich xoxo

↪ yourusername i stayed a safe distance away 🫡

↪ carmenmmundt good girl ❤️ proud of you for keeping my darling safe

↪ georgerussell63 ?????????????

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↪ yourusername avert your eyes, georgie boy, avert your eyes

yourusername has added to their story

geotag: monaco

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lewishamilton reunited at last 🤍

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user not lewis tagging both y/n and mercedes 😂

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georgerussell63 hard launch much?

↪ carmenmmundt babe i'm pretty sure y/n's posts on the merc account counted as their soft launch 😉

liked by yourusername

yourusername happy to see roscoe again 🐶

↪ lewishamilton and me?

↪ yourusername you're okay too i guess... 🙄

↪ yourusername jk i love you to the moon and saturn 💗

liked by lewishamilton

user i want what they have (i've known about them for three hours)

mercedesamgf1 congratulations lewis and y/n 🌹

↪ susie_wolff toto wants me to inform you that that's not how you're meant to be using the account. that aside, i'm so proud of both of you! come to dinner soon 😊

↪ mercedesamgf1 tysm susie 🥰 and tell bossman that he can get on instagram himself if he wants to yell at me

likes and reblogs are appreciated!

masterlist

#solwriting #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #formula one x reader #formula 1 #f1 #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton imagine #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 x you #f1 social media au #f1 imagine #f1 smau

[keenzinemugstudent]

Imagine Konig finds out you gave birth to triplets.

This poor man is on his knees hugging your waist and legs hiding his face in your stomach, you're gently rubbing his back trying to calm him down while Ghost, Soap and Price are starring down at the three sleeping babies.

Y/n: Darling please calm down.

Konig: I'm so sorry!

Y/n: Seriously it's fine so will you please get off the floor!

Konig: I'm a terrible person! Es tut mir so leid, meine Liebe! ( I'm so sorry my love!)

Y/n: It's not as bad as you make it, I swear it was quick and easy! See I'm fine and so are the babies so please stop crying sweetheart!

Yeah this man is not hearing you at all all he knows is that you were alone and you gave birth to three of his children, yes you both wanted kids, yes he knew you were pregnant but triplets?! Who would have thought?

Soap: I still can't believe Konig is a dad?!

Price: They are cute, I just can't believe I'm a grandpa.

Ghost: Poor Y/n gonna have their hands full dealing with four babies

Soap: Four? I know you're old but your not blind at least not yet.

Ghost: *points at a crying Konig* Four

Soap: Oh... Now hold on a minute that's just mean!

Ghost: Just being honest

Konig: Danke, dass du mir drei wunderschöne Babys geschenkt hast, meine Liebe! Ich verdiene dich nicht! (Thank you for giving me three beautiful babies my love! I do not deserve you!)

Y/n: I love you too but please stop crying! And get off the floor already!

(nothing tells me I got that translation wrong so I'm going to have to look it up again 😭)

#konig cod #konig #konig x reader #konig call of duty #black reader #chubby reader #x black reader #black reader insert #black reader fan fiction #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod #cod ghost #john soap mactavish #soap cod #konig mw2 #captain price #ghost cod #y/n imagines #x y/n #y/n #triplets

[queenie-the-court-jester]

HII, saw your post on wanting asks, well here 🫶 I love talking so, and specifically on playboy yandere!! I'm a sucker for angst and yanderes falling into insanity honestly, so let me ramble a bit

- imagine if reader graduates highschool and gets an overseas scholarships!! They also convince their family to move together with them so Kameron can't hurt or use them to blackmail reader. So with only a break up text saying like "bye manwhore 😍😍", blocking and deleting all their social media, I wonder how long and how far would he take to get reader back again? Would he inherit his parent's riches, hire some private investigatiors to find reader and find the country they're living in, expand his business over to their country in order to gain power to trap his darling. And I wonder how deranged his reaction would be to reader's text and be like no way, they're joking right, and runs to their house and whatever usual spots they're at normally, and just break down into insanity. would he try to use substitutes for reader to maintain his sanity or go fully devoid of emotions and start working hard to gain power and influence to find reader again!! I'm also curious how he would process his darling leaving him, would he become delusional first, saying they got kidnapped or something, or some ex or fling of his hurt reader, and then proceed to anger, depression, grief and then finally accept the reality!!

Ok that's a lot of rambling 😭😭 hope it's okay. I rlly enjoyed that fic, was rent FREE in my mind for a whole day

you know luci, you just gave me an idea. So have a part TWO of THIS DUMBASS HOE 🤝

Yandere playboy x reader

Tw: mentions of murder, kameron being delulu, yandere and obsessive behavior

💋kameron was having another breakdown. Sobbing pathetically on the floor of your old bedroom. Just how did you run away? And on such short notice too!? Didn't his love mean anything to you!? WHY DID YOU ABANDON HIM?

💋a million thoughts swirled through his head, until he finally got one that just... stuck. He had to get you back. No matter how long it takes. Getting up and dusting himself off, he kicked the front door open and quickly left the empty house

💋it was a shame really. The once sane and popular boy was struggling to keep his image. So he got help. Not professional as in therapists and medication. Just hiring other students to cover for him Incase he slipped up. all while snooping through the head teachers computer to see if they had any notes on where you might have gone. He almost got caught a few times

"shit that was close.. i can't believe these idiots leave their passwords just anywhere"

💋he knew he shouldn't be back at the school, especially since he graduated but he needs all the information he can get. Eventually moving onto private investigators and online stalking through multiple other accounts. He'd try anything just to see what his darling was doing without him. Were you enjoying making him suffer? You're so cruel..

💋hiring other people to befriend you and lower your guard, gathering any Information they can

💋 kameron who spent a while convincing his parents to let him take hold of the company. He had a degree, a bright mind, responsibility. He's perfect for the job! Oh if only they knew where his 60% was going.. funding multiple businesses across the world in exchange for keeping a careful eye. Making him quite the celebrity

💋look darling! He's on the news-! ...oh right you're not here.. one evening, while working in his office, a new secretary comes in to introduce themselves. They look just like you! He could only stare in shock.

"my love..? Is that you!?"

"..who?"

💋turns out it was just a doppelganger. But with enough time he'd delude himself into thinking it was you. Courting them with the same flowers, chocolates and jewelry he'd given you. It worked like a charm! Now you were back In their arms again. They felt whole..

💋he married your lookalike a year later, the poor fool being too naive and oblivious to think. He was happy for awhile.. or until one of his P.I's came in to show him they found you. His reality started to break.

💋no.. how could he do this to you. Replacing you with some cheap street whore. That night, when they went to bed, he gave them a cup of water and smiled sweetly. Watching as their face went red and they started to cough for air after gulping it down. Clawing at the sheets and staring at him with wide fearful eyes. Begging him to help them

"...slut."

💋 burrying the body in his backyard, he paid people with underground connections to cover for him while he was away. Claiming they suddenly vanished, having run away with a small fortune. How idiotic are people, to actually believe him..

💋kameron disguised himself and went straight for the country you decided to flee too. 5 years apart from you.. he had no idea how he managed to live so long without his beloved, but it was all worth it. Because now you'll be back where you belong. In his arms.

💋you were busy working at your job, running a small business was no joke but atleast the people in the area were friendly. So you didn't notice the suited figure Infront of your cash register

"thank you, please come again-"

💋you froze, looking up at the terrifyingly familiar face. He stared back at you with only glee and love

"hello my darling~ you've been on a naughty streak for a while Haven't you? That's okay, I'll just set you straight when we go back home."

💋big burly men all blocked you from escaping by guarding the doors. Dragging all the other customers out so you both could have your moment. Now you could never leaver leave him. Ever.

#yandere x reader #yandere x darling #queenie writes #queenie ocs #ocs #yandere #yandere male #yandere male x reader #male yandere #male yandere x reader #Yandere oc x reader #Oc x reader #Oc #Kameron the playboy #yandere headcanons

[carnivorousyandeere]

How do I keep forgetting Cyrus though 😭 I’ll add him in to the piercings and tats headcanons and the PILF reader headcanons somewhere tomorrow

#poor baby tries so hard to blend into the background and remain unperceived #and by the gods is he good at it 😭 #oc Cyrus #werewolf #werewolf oc #werewolves #oc werewolves #werewolf pack #yandere werewolf #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere cw

[melodrangea]

Nicknames Soul Eaters Boys call their S/O

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Soul “Eater” Evans

sweetheart

he says this extremely sarcastically, especially during training

“C’mon sweetheart, is that all you got? I saw you lift twice as much yesterday.”

doll

often uses it in a more formal setting or when he’s trying to tease

“What’s the matter doll? Cat got your tongue?”

He’s a little menace but he’s our menace <3

babe

most common out of the three

you name DOES NOT exist to this man

no name, no nickname, nothing

“Babe can I borrow your notes. Babe where do you wanna go later? BABE”

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Black Star

n/n or another variation of you name

doesn’t really use pet names much (sorry babes)

why words words on pet names? he’s way too blunt and if he’s feeling something he’ll just say it, not waste time on fancy words or pet names

(that’s what he tells himself being fr he’s not creative enough as much as I love him)

babe

mostly used around friends (this dumbass thinks he’s being smug)

“hey babe wasn’t going out yesterday awesome? I mean since we’re so inlove and everything.”

the little shit would make your relationship EVERYONE ELSE’S problem (no one is safe 😭)

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Death the Kid

Darling

this pretentious hipster

is fairly consistent with the pet names he uses but darling is his favorite

“Darling can you please pass me that book there?”

“Are you alright darling?”

my dear

uses this one without realizing it most of the time

will be chilling in the library studying and will half-consciously call for you

“are you almost done?”

“just a few minutes more my dear, then we can go”

you chuckled, “what did you call me”

“what do you mean, what did I call you?”

love

Kid is a romantic at heart, very classy as well

he would stare into your eyes and call you love

“my love you have no clue how much I love you.”

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Crona Gorgon

honey

you would call him honey bunny as a joke and he loved it so he started calling you honey

would always have the cutest blush in his face when he said it too

“o-oh thank you honey :)” (cutie patootie 💋)

dear

would definitely take him a while to start calling this, but when he does 🤌💋

“are you alright if we stay a little longer dear? It’s been a while since we’ve seen the others”

being fr this poor soul would be TERRIFIED to call you something other than your name or a variation for A WHILE

his brains running six times the speed 🏃🏼

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Professor Stein

this sadistic mf

i pray for anyone dating this man

but we can be delulu for a few

dove

would absolutely call you dove or some other kind of bird

reminds him of how he protects you like your a delicate bird (and he likes experimenting on birds if yk what i mean 😏)

angel

TELL ME HE WOULDN’T

ngl he only calls you angel when he’s horny asf in a good mood

“hey angel, can you come here for a bit?”

NONE OF YOUR HOLES ARE SAFE RIP

honey

only time your safe if when he calls you honey

mostly calls you this when you’re having a bad day

BUT HE STILL MANAGES TO SOUND SARCASTIC ASF

this is a warning, this man will accidentally hurt your feelings 24/7

“You doing alright there honey? You want to talk about it?”

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Kilik Rung

fuck not being allowed to have favorites I LOVE THIS BITCH

only fully green flag in the show i stg (except Marie ofc)

lovebug

he will call you every single pet name he can come up with, but love bug is his favorite

neither of you know how it started but you’re not complaining

“You’re too sweet for me lovebug” <33

sweets

ya see what i did there? ofc he combines his two favorite things: you and those damn candy bars

“This class is so boring, right sweets?”

will calls you sweets often to express thanks kinda like a “thanks toots”

getting more into that

toots

he thinks he’s funny (and he is)

will say this very ironically and usually infront of friends to make everyone laugh

the only slightly annoying quality abt Kilik is his inability to take anything other than combat seriously

“hey toots, how’s it goin’?”

hon

I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST ONE!

but you cannot tell me this man is not from New Orleans or some other adjacent

and the hon with the southern-ish accent

being so fr he will call you hon all the time and it will fluster tf out of you (he’s smug abt it, just a little 🤏

“You look nice, who are you all dressed up for hun?”

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woo hoo first post!

anyways hope y’all are doing great

any comments, questions, requests or concerns feel free to DM me!

-Melodrangea <3

#soul eater #soul eater x reader #black star x reader #anime #stein x reader #death the kid x reader #kid x reader #soul x reader #kilik rung #kilik x reader #crona soul eater #crona gorgon #crona x reader #soul eater black star #x reader #y/n

[alexwritingspot]

hii!! I was wondering if you could write percy jackson x reader with prompt 3 or 7? I know that you wrote an enemies to lovers recently but those are the vibes that these two prompts give me. maybe it can be something else! feel free to do whatever you're comfortable with!! love you, thank u!!

Hidden feelings…

An unexpected convocation from the gods leads to a messy confession behind the closed doors of a elevator…

Prompts 3 and 7: “Wait- are you jealous?” “You wanna kiss me so bad~”

pairing: Percy Jackson x reader

word count: 1.4k

Warnings: none

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A/n: Hi darling! I deeply apologise for making you wait so long! 😓 In the start I had promised myself I would have written your story pretty early, but then I didn’t have a scenario in mind! So I’m really sorry if you waited like- two months, before getting your request done, hope you won’t unsubscribe because of this 🧡😭 anyway, enjoy your reading!

P.S. I tried making this a bit longer as an apology

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You couldn’t believe it. You were walking to the Empire State building with Percy Jackson, the famous son of Poseidon, the hero of the Olympus and also your enemy. You didn’t really hate each other, you simply couldn’t stand him because he always took the spotlight on himself, leaving the others with no time to shine. Even if he claimed that he didn’t want all the attention for himself and that he even tried to hide from the spotlight you didn’t quiete believe him. But here you were, walking by his side after a flash convocation from the Olympus, what did they possibly want?

You had tried to figure that out since Chiron had called you over at the big house, but you didn’t give yourself a proper answer. You kept walking and you tried to ignore the glances that sometimes Percy sent your way. “Today the sky is really cloudy” he said in a attempt to try and make conversation “I bet the king himself didn’t wake up with the right foot” he joked, trying to ease at least a bit the palpable tension between the two of you. “I bet that he’s going to fulminate you one day if you keep talking about him like that” you said with a sharp glare threw in his direction.

After walking for about ten minutes more you both arrived at the entrance of the enormous building. “Here we are” you said, and before Percy could add anything else you were already inside the skyscraper.

You entered the building and went straight to the receptionist “600th floor” You simply said, giving the poor employer a death glare. He looked back emotionless “we don’t have a 600th floor” he was doing his job, you didn’t really blame me for it. “Look, you’re talking to a child of g/p and a son of Poseidon so you better let us in-“ before you could finish Percy stepped in, gently pushing you aside.

“Sorry for my friend here, but you see, they are having a bad day and a convocation from the gods really was the cherry on the top, but we need to get on Olympus as soon as possible, you wouldn’t want Poseidon or g/p mad at you because you didn’t let their children up, would you?” He pulled out a confident smile and you rolled your eyes.

The man looked between the two of you before stamping something on a paper sheet. “And what might your names be?” He asked, and you were starting to lose it “Listen here you little-“ but before you could add anything else Percy pulled you back again “Percy Jackson and Y/N L/N, now may we enter the elevator… please?” He looked at the employer expectantly.

He stamped something else before getting up and starting walking “this way” Percy let out a sigh of relief. You and the son of Poseidon followed him until you were arrived “Have a nice trip to Olympus” he said flatly, before walking back to his desk.

The two of you entered the elevator and when the door closed leaned over the mechanical box’s “wall” to catch your breath.

”I’m not your friend” You suddenly blurted out “I didn’t come here to keep you company or anything, I came here cause I was summoned by Zeus himself, so don’t make up strange ideas in that head of yours.” You warned and crossed your arms.

He looked at you slightly hurt “Has a manticore stung you or something? You’re more bitter than usual.” You shot him a death glare but said anything, his eyes had caught your interest, they were beautiful… For Hades, what were you thinking?!

You quickly looked away and waited as it played in the background an old song named “You make my dreams (come true)” by some old singer you couldn’t remember the name of. You wondered who had chosen the elevator playlist, it had probably been Apollo or one of the muses.

You glanced around and found Percy staring over at you, he had a strange look on his face, and you couldn’t quite place the emotions he was feeling. “What is it? Do I have something on my face?” You asked, not because you were actually worried about your appearance, more to break the strange atmosphere that was building up.

He quickly shook his head “no no, I was just looking at you… you’d be even prettier if you smiled more sometimes” he stated, and you looked at him, your mouth slightly agape. You tried to hide the forming blush of your cheeks, but you failed miserably. At that he let out a chuckle.

That only made you blush more, the tips of your ears red from embarrassment. “I…” you tried to come back at him with something, but you just couldn’t, he was too handsome in that moment. “Just shut it, would you sushi prince?” It was meant to be a sort of mocking insult, but it came out cuter than you expected.

You saw Percy take a step closer “Sushi prince?” He ask, trying to be serious, but barely managing to hold in a laugh. “Yeah, cause you’re a son of Poseidon, and fish call you prince, and you use fish to make sushi-“ I looked up at him “you know what? Drop it, it wasn’t that great of an insult” You simply concluded.

“No why? No one had ever called me that, it’s… creative, let’s say” he tried. You gave him a look that said ‘really?’ And them the two of you bursted out laughing. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all…

You unintentionally took a step closer to the boy, there had always been something that had attracted you to him in the years, but you denied it behind the excuse that you didn’t like him, but oh boy if you did, liked him. But then something he said pulled you out of your thoughts. The elevator had stopped. Why? You asked yourself. Of course it would have been you.

He looked at you “there’s no need to worry, Annabeth explained me once how these things work, we just have to call in the emergency” he stated calmly as he pressed the yellow button. “Annabeth, huh?”you asked him. You couldn’t quite place what was the strange feeling that you felt in the pitch of your stomach when he named her, but you didn’t like it.

“Yeah, Annabeth” he replied and you just stared at him “you and her are pretty close, aren’t you?” You ask, annoyed. Percy just looked at you, slightly confused. “Well, yeah, but we’re only friends.” He stated, and you could hear in his voice that he was telling the truth. Then why didn’t you believe him? “Oh yeah, just friends, got it” you retorted back, and you cursed yourself for not having held your tongue.

He seemed surprised but then… a sly smirk formed on his lips. “Wait- are you jealous?” He smiled like a little kid on Christmas day. You looked away “No…” but your redness was hard to hide now. “You’re jealous! Oh gods, you’re all red” he laughed, and maybe, but just maybe, his voice wasn’t as annoying as you remembered.

“What if I am?” You then asked him, still leaning on the wall of the elevator. He smiled even more cheekily “No nothing, I just think it’s cute” he said, and leaned closer. You didn’t push him away, yet you didn’t lean in.

“Why do you hate me?” He asked “I don’t hate you” you paused “I just think you are incredibly self-centred sometimes” you admitted. “Oh, thank you” he replied sarcastically with a playful roll of his eyes “Just so you know, I don’t find you self-centred, annoying or anything like that, you’re just impulsive” he stated, and he was standing so close…

You glanced at his lips, because how could you not? You then forced your glance back on his. His usual smirk returned “You wanna kiss me so bad~” he teased and then leaned over the wall, pinning you to the elevator wall, but you weren’t intimidated. “So, what if I do, Jackson?” You asked in anticipation of what was about to come.

“Oh nothing” he answered and leaned closer, your lips just a few inches away “maybe I want too” and then his lips crashed onto yours, and nothing else mattered, it was only the two of you, and you wouldn’t trade that feeling for anything else.

#Percy Jackson #percy Jackson x reader #x reader #pjo #toa #hoo #percy Jackson and the Olympians #Annabeth chase x reader #pjo x reader #percy x reader #enemies to lovers #leo Valdez x reader #jason grace x reader #Piper McLean x reader #fluff #rivality #Son of poseidon #stubborn reader #Hero’s of Olympus