#i laugh at these anyways: it started in a way and ended in another

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Family Vacation

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: smut!

You and Lando have been dating for half a year now and the time has finally come to meet his family. You've been putting off that obligation as long as you could, but Lando was too eager for you to meet them given the fact that he fell hard for you. Lando never introduced any of his previous girlfriends to his parents because he never felt that something with any of them to take that step.

But when it comes to you.. He never had a doubt in his mind. You may not have been his first girlfriend, but you were the first one he was sure of.

And so as soon as Lando had a week off from racing, he took it upon himself to organize a family vacation. You hesitated at first because you were racking your brains about whether they would like you, what topics you'd talk about, what if you say something wrong in front of them and similar things to which Lando just laughed sweetly.

It took him two days to convince you that everything will be fine, that you don't need to worry about anything because he will be by your side all the time and won't leave you alone at any moment.

You trusted him and you felt safe next to him and you also knew that you were probably worrying for no reason so soon five days in a hotel in Mallorca with his family didn't sound so bad anymore.

And it wasn't bad at all. Already after the first day spent with them you felt more than accepted. Everyone loved you immediately. Lando didn't let go of your hand as he had promised, but when he saw you chatting alone on the beach with his mom, he beamed.

In the sun on the beach and in good company, the days were passing quickly. You were all together at the beach and at family dinners every day. You and Lando didn't have much time for yourself, but that wasn't the goal of this trip anyway, so you weren't complaining.

But Lando though.. Towards the end of the vacation he started to get impatient. Too eager for you. You hadn't seen each other for two weeks before this and it was getting too much for him to not feel you for that long.

You were loud and clear about no sex while his family is with you even though you were in the hotel, but still you didn't feel comfortable and you weren't gonna risk getting yourself into any awkward situations.

But Lando was tempted.

"Lan can you put lotion on my back please?" You asked after getting out of shower and drying yourself off.

"Sure, come here."

You got sunburned after lying on the beach all day. Your skin was really red so after showering you put on your bikini again to let your skin breathe and absorb the lotion.

Lando was sitting out on the balcony that had a nice lounge set with a sofa, coffee table and a chair. You found him sitting on the sofa and scrolling through his phone. You sat down beside him turning him your back and moving your hair out of the way so he can rub the lotion all over your back.

"Fuck baby, you're so red" He says looking at your burning skin.

"I know, it's really bad" You sigh.

"Does it hurt you?" He asks gently pressing his hand against your skin watching as the white print remains when he removes it.

"Yeah.."

He scoots closer to you and squeezes the lotion into his palm and slowly begins to spread it all over your skin. As the cold cream hits your hot skin, you let out a long low moan in satisfaction. It comes as the music to Lando's ears making him gulp burning his eyes into your back as his hands moved in circular motions.

"Feels good?" He asks.

"Mhm..so good" You let out another moan completely oblivious to the fact that it made his blood rush down to his cock.

His fingers found the strings of your bikini top as he slowly untied them letting them fall down to your sides.

"What are you doing?" You chuckle putting your hand over your boobs to keep the bikini on while the other hand keeps holding your hair up.

"Just making sure I get the lotion everywhere" He smirks attaching his lips to your perfectly exposed neck as his hands move to your front side under your bikini top.

"Lan, stop.." You whisper leaning back into him letting your head rest on his shoulder as he keeps squeezing your boobs.

"I can't" He murmurs before lightly biting your neck. "I've been hard all day watching you in that tiny bikini." His hand slowly trails down your stomach sneaking inside your bikini bottoms while his other hand remains up playing with your nipple. "Can't take it anymore."

"I c-can literally hear your parents t-talking.." You barely manage to get the sentence out trying to warn him that your balcony is next to theirs, but Lando ignores your concern.

"I know you want it, I can feel how wet you are" He says pulling you closer to him as his fingers glide over your wet folds. "You just gotta be quiet, baby"

You wanted to resist him, but you just couldn't bring yourself to. It's been more than two weeks, way too long, since the last time he made you cum and you craved it as much as he did. So when Lando asked "you gonna be quiet for me?" you found yourself nodding carelessly and eagerly.

"That's my good girl" He says quietly kissing your shoulder. You swallow a moan as he attaches his finger to your aroused clit that was aching for pressure.

"You like it when I touch you there?" The profanities that he was whispering into your ear while he was doing such dirty things to you out here on the balcony, where anybody could hear you and see you, turned you on like never before. You nodded at his question unable to open your eyes knowing that if you had tried to speak, you wouldn't have been able to cover your loud moans.

"Did you touch yourself while I was gone?" He asks again slipping two of his fingers inside you making your hips grind against them.

"Fuck, Lando.." You whine gripping on his hand that was fingering you.

"Did you?" Your cheeks flushed at his question. No matter how horny you were, you were still too shy to admit that you touched yourself to the thought of him almost every night. "Don't get shy on me now, baby. I won't let you cum if you don't answer me." He teased.

"I did" You whimper biting your lip.

"Was it as good as when I do it?"

"N-no. Your fingers feel much better."

"I know, baby, I know" He groans at your confession adding the third finger in and quickening his pace in and out of you determined to have you make a mess on them.

"I can feel you clenching already. Missed my touch that much?"

"Yeah, uh-I'm-ah-" He didn't even need any warning from you that you were about to cum. He knew it when he felt your body tremble so he put his hand over your mouth as you turned into a hot mess under his touch finishing all over his fingers.

He calmed you down by leaving lazy kisses all over your neck down to your shoulder. When your breathing became steady and controlled again, you finally turned around to face him.

He put his hand against your cheek looking at you with parted lips as his thumb slid over your bottom lip. His other hand palmed the bulge that was popping out through his shorts.

"You gonna be a good girl and spread your legs for me?" He asked untying your bikini and completely removing it from your body.

"Make yourself comfortable" You smirked giving him a quick kiss before standing up between his legs. He remained sitting when he pulled down his shorts closely following your every move. Before you were about to settle down on his cock between his legs he stopped you turning you around so that your crotch was aligned with his face.

"Wanna taste you" Your fingers tangled into his hair as his tongue worked over your slit collecting your juices and swallowing it only to have him spit out his saliva against your pussy. You moaned as you felt drips of it sliding down your thighs.

"Fuck, can't get enough of you" He sighed gritting his teeth.

You turned around again and crouched down holding onto his thighs. His eyes rolled back in his head as you sunk down on him. His hand rested on your lower back, his eyes locked on his favorite view - you bouncing up and down on him.

"Taking me so well..fuck" He says moving his hands to your hips and slowing you down. You slowed down your movements then stopped moving completely. You started squirming on him so you could feel him deep inside you before restoring the fast pace.

He was groaning, cursing quietly under his breath as you worked your hips against him. It took you by surprise when he abruptly pulled his cock out of you.

"Ahh, fuck, baby" He sighed pressing his cock against your butt and smearing the precum that was leaking from his tip against you ass cheek. "gonna make me cum early"

"Lan, put it back inside me" When you went back to your previous actions, he was already on the edge. He tried to stop you again, but you didn't let him instead you kept going urging him "fill me up, Lan"

"Baby, fuck, I'm gonna cum, oh fuck.." His voice quivered before shooting his load inside you. You kept riding him through his orgasm making his head fall back against the sofa as his hands gripped your hips tighter making you wince a little.

As you stood up, he watched as his cum ran down your thighs. He sucked in a harsh breath at the sight that almost made him hard again.

"Come here" He said pulling you down to him. You sat beside him and put your legs over his lap. He put his arm around you and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "You did so good" He said and you blushed a little.

"I love you, baby" He whispered before lifting you up into his arms and taking you into the bedroom.

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[slutforln4]

BLOODY KISSES

🖇️ lando norris x reader

🖇️ in which your boyfriend ends up in a bloody situation

🖇️ warnings: a lot of blood mentions, suggestive + descriptive so minors dni!! pretty short, 1.6k

🖇️ author’s note: lando with the injured nose is hot okay, i had to do something about my feelings towards it

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

“I don’t like how that guy’s looking at you.”

Lando felt your hair brush against his cheek as you turned your head to the side, eyes scanning the room until you found the piercing set of eyes boring into you from way over at the bar. “Him?” You cocked your head to the guy’s direction.

His green eyes looked at the guy again, brows creasing immediately upon sight. “Yeah. Does he have a fucking staring problem or something? No reason for him to eye you like that.”

You stifle a laugh, arms wrapping tighter around Lando. “I’m sure he’s just enjoying the view.”

“The view of what?” He turns back to you, his grip on your waist tightening and eyes turning dark. “My girlfriend?”

You bite back a smile and your fingers softly brush against his forehead as you push his curls back. “I love when you get possessive like that.”

Lando’s lips pulled into a smirk before leaning in to kiss you, hands pulling you in by your waist. He wasn’t sure what made that guy even think of looking at you, especially when Lando’s hands have been travelling the curves of your body all night. You’ve been practically glued to him, unable to get a second alone, even if you wanted to.

Lando had to admit that he can’t blame the guy for undressing you with his eyes— that tight little black dress you wore made it so easy to imagine what’s underneath. And the length didn’t help at all. Lando had to keep pulling it down everytime you ever so slightly bent.

He completely understands why the guy was staring, but it still made his blood fucking boil.

The lingering taste of alcohol mixed in you two’s mouths, the make-out getting more heated than you were first intending. Lando peeked an eye open and, sure enough, the guy was still staring, an angry glare tracing your figure from above the rim of his glass.

Lando had started to enjoy this whole bit. Seeing another guy want you, but knowing that he could never have you. Your boyfriend never thought of himself as being possessive, yet the jealousy flowing through his veins had begun to feel almost addictive.

“Lan,” you mumbled against his lips, trying to pull away but he wouldn’t let you. You managed to mumble “phone, ringing,” between the aggressive kisses.

Lando groaned into your mouth before pulling away and taking his phone from your hands. He excused himself for a moment, seemingly upset to peel his hands away from your body. Lando manoeuvred his way out the club and leaned back against the cold bricks as he answered the call. “Yeah, Osc?”

“Hey, mate.” Lando’s teammate began. “Listen, I was wondering if you remember what time you were going to go to the airport on Tuesday?”

“Oh, uhm,” Lando scratched the back of his head. “I dunno, pretty early in the morning, I think. Why?”

“I was wondering if I could come along, since Lily said she’s not up for travelling to the U.S. and I don’t have a travel buddy now.” Oscar explained. “Would that be alright?”

“Yeah, ‘course, mate.” Lando smiled at Oscar’s request. “I was gonna invite you both anyway, since Y/N’s coming. I guess I should tell her that Lily won’t be there this time.”

Oscar chuckled, awkwardly. “Yeah, but maybe next time. She’s been wanting to go to Italy, so I’m sure Y/N will have her plane buddy back by then.”

“Hopefully. I mean, you know how she is about Lily.” Lando grins, remembering how close you and Oscar’s girlfriend had gotten since he joined the team. “Well, I’ll see you Tuesday, then. I’ll text you the exact hour tomorrow.”

“Alright, cheers. See you then.”

“Yup, bye.”

Lando headed back inside, ready to get back to what Oscar cut him off from. Except, he couldn’t find you. But you know who he could find?

That same fucking guy that’s been eye-fucking you the whole night.

He was in the same spot as you had been, looking like he was looming over somebody. When Lando got a glimpse of your hair flipping to the side, trying to find a way to escape this guy, he knew better than to just stand there across the club.

His hand aggressively pulled the guy back by his shoulder. The blonde man in front of him looked confused and simply shrugged it away, laughing in Lando’s face as he turned back to you. You noticed the change of expression in Lan’s face as soon as he pulled the guy back again, this time even more angry than before.

“The fuck is your problem?”

Lando wrapped an arm around you, territorial and so fucking hot. “My problem is that you can’t keep your fucking eyes from my girlfriend.”

“Not my fault you let her dress like a slut and expect me not to stare.”

Time went on slowly from that moment. Lando’s knuckles made contact with the guy’s jaw, then nose, then jaw again. You’ve never seen him so aggressive nor seen him fight anyone, and it was odd to feel turned on by it.

You couldn’t do anything but try and pull Lando away from the guy, but to no avail. You only managed to get him away when the guy punched him back. Lando leaned his head back, hand pushing against his nose as he tried to catch the gushing blood.

“Fuck you,” you angrily spat at the guy before dragging Lando to the bathrooms.

As soon as the door closed and locked, you brought your full attention to Lando and ignored the pounding in your chest. “Fuck, he punched you pretty good, huh?”

“Not as good as I beat him,” he smiled, blood still dripping down his nose to his lips. He spat it out into the sink. “Sorry you have to see me like this, baby. I couldn’t not do anything.”

You bit back a smile as you dabbed the paper towel against his nose, as gentle as a feather, trying your best not to hurt him. “I thought it was kind of hot how you defended me like that.”

“Yeah?” He smirked, hands finding their way back to your waist. “Didn’t know you liked to see me violent.”

“I didn’t either,” you whisper back at him, lips brushing against his. “I guess we learn new things everyday.”

“I guess we do,” he mumbled before connecting his bloodied lips with yours.

Lando felt his nose hurt, but he was far too intoxicated to care. All he cared about was you and for that god-damned dress to be off as soon as possible.

Your fingers gently undid the buttons of his blood-stained shirt, lips still gently pressed against his. The warmth of his blood, oddly enough, didn’t scare you away like Lando thought it would. You seemed to be into it and didn’t mind.

The zipper of your dress pulled down under the weight of Lando’s fingertips, hands trailing down your shoulders as he tugged it off your body.

“Mmh, fuck,” Lando mumbled against your lips when your nose accidentally brushed against his. You didn’t get a chance to pull away as Lando kissed you again, seemingly unbothered by the tinge of pain in his nose.

Your dress pooled at your waist and Lando’s hands pulled you in by the hips. His dick could be felt through the fabric of his dress pants and you didn’t waste any time undoing the button, tugging them down and wrapping your hand around him.

“Someone's needy,” Lando smiles against your lips, blood on his teeth. “How badly do you need it?”

“So bad, Lan.” You whimper when his tongue makes contact with your neck and he gently sucks it. His nose brushed against your skin and you could tell it hurt him, but a hungry man doesn’t know pain as well as he knows the taste of you.

Lando could go through ten times the amount of pain as he is right now if only that meant he’d hear those delicate sounds slipping past your lips as his lips left purple bruises on your skin.

And, fuck, did he make a mess on your neck. He pulled away, eyes trailing down your skin as he watched the blood seep into it.

You saw it in the mirror, too, and it was so fucking hot. It’s like he found a new and better way of marking you.

“Baby,” you mumble as he slowly trails kisses down your chest. He hums as if to ask what’s wrong and you twirl a curl of his between your fingers. “I still need to fix you up. You’ll catch an infection.”

“I’ll be fine,” his muffled voice says while leaving small hickeys on your breasts.

You sometimes hated how stubborn he was, but after all these years, you learnt how to work around it.

Lando freezes mid-kiss when you pull away, stepping back a couple footsteps before pulling your dress back up. “Zip it for me?”

“What are you doing?” He asks, visibly annoyed yet intrigued by your sudden change in emotion. You were just desperate for his dick and now you’re pulling away.

“Getting dressed?” You raise a brow and look his way. “What does it look like?”

“To me,” he steps towards you, hands on your hips before he swiftly turns you around so you’re facing away from him, “it looks like you’re being a brat.”

You faux gasp, a hand coming up to cover your mouth. “Me? I would never.”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t, baby,” he pulls the zipper up your back. “Because you know what brats get, right? Remember last time you did this?”

“Yeah,” you turn back around to face him, hands shaking with need to touch him but mind desperately fighting against it. “But last time you weren’t actively bleeding out and I was trying to rile you up in front of your friends.”

“Baby, I swear I’ll be fine.”

Lando chuckled when he saw your eyes roll. “I’ll trust that when you have a bandage on your nose and I have seven inches in me.”

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[eleganzadellarosa]

Can’t Do It Like Me

pairing: jealous ex!choi san x fem!reader

genre: Smut (you already know)

warnings: MDNI (rough sex, jealous sex, cheating (don’t condone it but it fits the plot), choking, manhandling, slight spit play, oral (m and f receiving), mirror sex, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), squirting, daddy kink, degradation, honestly some toxic shit happens)

word count: 4.1K+

A/N: As soon as I think of it, I come straight to Tumblr. Also San if you see this, I’m sorry 😔 Anyways, enjoy and thanks for reading :)

Every year like clockwork you had to be reminded of a past relationship that could’ve been something special. The notification popping up on your phone “Remember this day?” Yes. You did remember and you wish you could forget but you also couldn’t find the strength to delete the pictures.

Choi San. The man you described as “husband material” at some point in time, only to recall the many moments of toxicity that lead to the breakup. From the distrust to watching your location like a movie, he was possessive and sometimes even that was an understatement. He made sure everyone knew you were his and almost got into a few fights over it.

Eventually, you opened your eyes to how you always excused his behavior and finally put your foot down. You deserved a healthy relationship with a person who strives for the same thing. You were glad San wasn’t in your life anymore, he made it too stressful.

But at the same time, you missed him. Sometimes at night when your hands were between your legs, you'd think about him. You loved your current boyfriend, he was just what you were looking for. But with the recent growing distance in your relationship, maybe all good things in your life were destined to come to an end. He was always away for work, only coming home to see you maybe once every two months or so. A year into the relationship is when things started to change and now that it’s going on two years, you constantly felt alone and your vibrator wasn’t strong enough to keep you sane.

Your phone was ringing; a facetime call.

“Omg hey babe, to what do I owe this spontaneous phone call?”

He chuckled before answering, “Hey baby, I’m just calling to ask you a quick question.” He proceeded when you nodded your head. “Are you busy this weekend? The company’s having a joint event with another company and I may need a plus one.” The tone of his voice inflected upwards as he neared the end of his sentence.

Your heart jumped with excitement. Of course it wasn't a logical comparison to how much he loved you, but you felt the need to be paraded around; labeled as "his girlfriend". You haven't been feeling special recently, so a public event would hopefully be the perfect remedy.

“Oh my gosh babe of course I'm not busy! I’ll go choose my outfit right now!” He let out a hearty laugh on the other end when you squealed, jumping off the bed, leaving him to listen to you rustle around in your closet.

You quickly retrieve your phone when you remember and say your “I love yous” and goodbyes before hanging up. Saturday was only two days away so you’d need to put together the perfect outfit within that time frame. Luckily for you, you owned the perfect dress in his favorite color and your only goal was to make him want to completely ruin you wherever he pleases.

It was disappointing to say the least. Everything about this ride felt expensive. The limo itself, the sparking Swarovski detailing on the interior, the bottles of champagne. You felt wined and dined, but the thing you craved the most was missing. He seemed distant in a way. Maybe it was his body language; sitting with his legs turned away from you, dazing into the space behind you as you spoke. Or perhaps, it was the way his hand gripped his phone and peeked at it every time it'd buzz with a notification.

"Maybe he's always been like this" you tell yourself, blaming it on having not been around each other in a while. The thought of the both of you drifting away, tearing at the seams, was saddening. But you definitely weren't the one to blame and neither was he; maybe his determination and drive. As much as you wanted to be here with him right now, your mind kept drifting to San. He would be giving you his undivided attention. A hand or your knee, or knowing San, a seat in his lap. But enough about him, he was too toxic of a person for you to only recall his good traits.

buzz buzz

You looked at your boyfriend from a peripheral view, a bright smile across his face. It made your stomach churn, it just didn't sit right with you.

"Oh who's that?" you ask, leaning over toward him slightly.

He quickly shut it off and put it in his pocket. "Sorry babe, I was just answering a few texts from the guys. We have this group chat with all of us just so we can talk shit about my boss."

"Oh is he an asshole or something?"

"Yes but enough about my job baby, I wanna hear more about you. I missed you so much." He cupped your chin in his hand and planted a kiss on your lips.

You felt bad for thinking so ill of him when nothing was going on. Maybe that was something you never let go of with your relationship with San. He taught you what real anxiety was and you could never forgive him for that. The limo came to a stop and you peeked out the window to your right to see the destination. You felt like a movie star as you gazed at the long staircase in front of the building. You imagined each side lined with paparazzi, ready to take pictures of the beautiful couple exiting their limo.

Your door opened before you realized you had been daydreaming. Your boyfriend extended his hand for you to grab hold and finally walk up into the venue for the night. The inside was just as gorgeous as the outside. Chandeliers, marble flooring, expensive art lining the walls; the whole nine yards. When everyone comes into view, his arm is immediately around your waist. He introduced you to his colleagues and even to his boss which made you chuckle thinking back on the secret he told you about earlier. Everything was going well for you, yet for someone else, things were moving in a terrible direction.

San spotted you from across the large space, the conversation he was having fading completely the more he watched you. His jaw shifted and clenched seeing your boyfriend with his arm around your waist and hand on your ass. He didn’t deserve you. Sure San knew he wasn’t always the best boyfriend to you, but he could do so much better than whatever your boyfriend was attempting. Based on how giddy you looked, you probably haven’t seen him or spent much time with him lately, or so San thinks.

He remembers like yesterday hearing you tell him that you couldn’t be with him if he didn’t change, and at the time he couldn’t understand what that meant. He thinks he’s matured since then, at least in the way you wanted him to but seeing another man touch you made him realize maybe he has a lot more growing to do if he wanted to stay true to his claims.

He excused himself and made his way over to you. There was nothing wrong with going to talk to his absolutely beautiful ex girlfriend right? Your eyes widened seeing the broad shoulders clad in white approaching you. Your stomach twisted in knots, from both anxiety and flashbacks of your last encounter with him.

“Fancy seeing you here gorgeous.” San reached his point of interest, staring down the man at your side.

“San…how wonderful it is to see you.” You spoke with a forced smiled, trying your best to slow your heart rate. “How’s life treating you?”

It really was quite the surprise seeing him here, as this was the last place you thought to be bumping into him. It got you thinking what this event was for and how the hell he was even invited. Maybe, as you were, he was just someone's plus one. Although, that didn’t take away from the fact that you didn’t want to see him right now, especially knowing how weak you were for him still.

“Hmm it could be better if a certain someone was still in it.”

At that, your boyfriend turned to San, lip turned up in annoyance, “Do you know this guy babe?”

He and San exchanged fighting glances and you stepped in before things could get heated. “Yeah he's…an old friend. This is San.” You weren't sure why you lied, but it felt better to not reveal too much.

Your boyfriend extends his hand out to San reluctantly and San rolls his eyes before finishing the handshake. Things went well for the most part, although you would catch San staring at you, even throwing in a wink one of the times. Luckily your boyfriend caught none of it, knowing it definitely would have engaged his fight or flight response.

After a while, your boyfriend received a call on his phone and he excused himself saying it was important. You dismissed it and he gave you a kiss on the cheek before he walked away. San caught glimpse of the interaction and sneakily followed behind him through the heavy back doors. You stood by yourself at the table, taking small sips of your champagne. A hand slides across the small of your back and rests on your left hip. You turned expecting your boyfriend, only to see San with an unreadable expression. You tried to sidestep out of his hold but he tightened his grip on you.

“Hey don’t leave yet, we haven’t even gotten the chance to really talk beautiful.”

“Yeeeah…San we can’t be doing this right now.” You put a hand up to his chest and he backs away slightly.

“Doing what? Talking? He won’t let you talk to your friends?”

You scoffed, “No, he’s not controlling. And we’re not friends. It’s just I don’t know how comfortable I am talking to my ex who just put his arm around me.”

He rolled his eyes again, shifting his stance to prop a hand on the table, leaning against it to look at you. “Hmm well part of me thinks he doesn’t care.”

If only he wasn't starting to piss you off, you could finish admiring how good he looked. Wider shoulders, more defined arms and even his pecs were bigger. But you knew San and how he was when it came to you. He was possessive, sometimes it was for your own good but most times it just felt like he needed control over you in every way or he wouldn’t survive.

But you had to admit, that was his only flaw. Everything else about him was absolutely mind blowing, especially when it came to satisfying your needs. Your mind ran wild with thoughts. Thoughts of things you shouldn’t be thinking of as a taken woman. Yet, San making eye contact and the firmness of his chest under your hand earlier flooded you with memories of every time he’s fucked you into the mattress.

This was starting to get a bit out of hand and you weren't sure what else San had up his sleeve.

"You look good in your dress." He said looking you up and down, practically eating you with his eyes.

Come to think of it, he was the first to comment on your dress, your boyfriend hadn't mentioned it at all tonight. "Thank you, you also look very nice." You averted your eyes as you took another sip from the glass.

He stood up straight and stood a bit closer to you and rubbed a hand down your back as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, catching you off guard. It made it ten times worse with your dress being backless and the fabric dipping dangerously close to the waistband of your lace panties.

"If I were him, I'd take you somewhere to fuck you in it. Makes me wonder who he could be on the phone with right now. Think about it, if it were me, I would have my hands all over you.”

He was right. It was a fear that seeped into your subconscious every time he would miss one of your calls and blame it on work and how he acted in the limo earlier. He was starting to feel more than an arm's reach but you knew his job was demanding. So when he asked you to come out with him tonight, you decided to forget it all and allow yourself to have a great time and hope you would end your night moaning his name.

You hated San for bringing the thought back to you and you hated that his possessive personality was also a turn on at times but you knew better than to let yourself fall in his traps. A blush grew on your cheeks feeling the warmth of his breath tickle your ear. This was bad, you needed to stop him in his tracks before your boyfriend came back and questioned you. This had to end right here right now.

You pushed him into the nearest room, one you didn’t expect to be a bathroom, but anywhere was fine as long as no one saw where you went and with who. You carefully locked the door and turned to face him; he already had that arrogant smirk on his face.

“San what the hell?!” You shoved him on the chest. “I was hoping you weren’t going to cause any trouble, but I guess I was wrong. Why do you want to fuck up everything for me?”

He rolled his eyes and scoffed, “Are you even happy? You melted right into my touch earlier.” He walked closer to you, pinning you between him and the sink. “I didn’t say anything wrong either, he's a joke of a boyfriend whether you want to admit it or not.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, "Oh what? you think you can do better?"

He stared down at you, face contort in a stern expression. “I know I messed things up for us, but I think we can both agree that he doesn’t deserve you.” He grabs your hand and slides it down his chest, all the way down to his crotch.

“Feel that? You miss it don’t you? He must not fuck you good enough. He must not fuck you how I used to.”

“San…” he put a finger to your lips.

“Oh baby…I can see it written all over your face. Just ask me and I’ll give you what you want.” He steps even closer to you and tilts your chin up with his finger. “Say you’re my slut and I’ll fuck you better than he ever could.” He lifted you and sat you on the edge of the sink.

So much for not falling into his traps. You looked up at him with doe eyes and he looked down waiting for your answer. “I’m your slut…San please…” you were damn near out of breath and your head was spinning with how badly you wanted it; wanted him.

A pleased smile spread on his face. “My good girl, I knew you could do it.” His fingers tapped onto your lips and you happily sucked on two while he kept eye contact. He took them from your mouth and used them to rub slow circles on your clit. “Good girls kiss daddy.”

He lowered his lips onto yours, immediately slipping his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues danced together as he slipped his fingers into you. He wasted no time pumping them quickly against your sensitive spot, earning whines and whimpers.

“You need to forget him for a while and let me make up for all the shit he can’t do.” He spread your thighs and kneeled down between them. “I want you to remember this next time he even thinks he can do better than me.”

He kept eye contact while he licked along the slit of your still clothed pussy, stopping to suck harshly on the clit. You were holding your breath, your last resort for trying to keep in your moans. He hasn’t done much and your toes were already curling. He finally pushed your panties to the side and circled his tongue over your bundle of nerves.

Your hands tangled in his hair, pushing him closer to you, bucking your hips slightly against his face. He grabbed your legs and made them rest against his broad shoulders, your heels digging into his back. He added a finger into the mix, breaching your walls in an attempt to get you louder. Surely it was working more than you'd have liked.

Your head leaned back almost hitting the mirror as your chest heaved. Your toes curled and you pulled harshly at his dark locks making him groan against your skin. He sat up and roughly rid you of your panties before shoving them in his pocket.

“You don’t need these anymore. On your knees.” The way he said it gave you no room to disobey, so you shakily hopped off the sink and he pushed you down onto your knees. He unzipped his pants, letting his dick pop free. Thick and heavy looking as always and now you wanted nothing more than to wrap your lips around it. He grabbed your chin in his hand, “Open.”

You opened your mouth to let him spit in it, he loved messy head and he knew you did it best. He wasted no time in shoving his dick into your mouth and almost down your throat. He gathered your hair in his fist and bobbed your head at a quick pace.

“Go ahead, touch that pussy while I fuck your throat. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

He knew how much you loved to be dominated, it was easy for him. The look of you on your knees gagging on his dick only made him harder and want to fuck your throat faster, but he wouldn’t be satisfied if you left this bathroom before he got to bend you over.

He pulled you off of him admiring the tears brimming your eyes and the puffiness of your lips. It was crazy to think that your boyfriend was the one sleeping next to you every night and San’s bed was empty. He deserved you more than some man who he found saying “I love you” on the phone with another woman. He deserved to fuck all your worries away. If you gave him a second chance, he would do better. Better than anyone else ever could. You were his forever and you seemed to have forgotten that, but he didn’t mind reminding you.

“Bend over the sink.” He kissed along your spine when you did, your eyes closing in ecstasy. “You ready for this dick?” He was so close, lips ghosting over your ear sending shudders down your back.

As soon as the word “yes” left your mouth, you felt the head of his dick rub harshly between your folds. Your chest felt tight, your heart was beating fast and you could barely keep your eyes open. He kissed in the crook of your neck making you look at him through the mirror as he slid in until he bottomed out. You could cum just from that small movement alone but you’d much rather wait until he fucks you right.

“You missed this didn’t you?” He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in causing you to yelp from the sudden action. “I missed this pussy…I missed you.” His thrusts sped up to a demonic pace, the wet noises from the constant slapping of skin filled the bathroom effortlessly.

“S-san it feels so good~” you said through moans.

“I know baby, but I’m sad because you’re not using my name.” He used his other hand to wrap around your neck. He squeezed and made you even more lightheaded; It was perfect. “You didn’t forget it did you?”

“N-no Daddy n-never.” It was true and it was why you were never able to use it for your boyfriend. As much as you tried to forget San and how much he consumed your life, it was hard.

He tightened his grip on your hips and rolled his into yours. Of course it was wrong, but this is the most pleasure you’ve felt in a long time; admittedly since the last time you were with San. He had a way of handling you that set your senses on fire. He was exactly what you wanted and with the expectation of getting fucked tonight, you didn’t want to foil your own plans.

“Look how I fit right in. This pussy is mine forever."

He raised one of your legs onto the sink and grabbed a fistful of your hair, continuously plunging into you. Your eyes were rolling back and he patted your cheek, bringing your attention back to him.

“Mm mm, look at you. Look how pretty you look fucked out on my dick. Watch me fuck you just how you like.”

You didn’t want to see yourself in this state, it only made it feel more real. Your tongue lolled out slightly, one strap of your dress draped low on your shoulder and he held one of your breasts roughly. It was a lewd sight to say the least and the sounds that were coming from the speed San was fucking you made it no better.

There was a knock on the door and your head tried to whip in that direction but San tugged harder on your hair. He quickly told the person on the other side of the door that it was occupied, not expecting for them to say anything back.

“Y/N are you in there?” The voice of your boyfriend grated against your ears like nails on a chalkboard. You were guilty and moaning like you were unable to produce any other sound.

San’s eyes darkened and he smiled wickedly. “Oh yes she is and she’s busy.” He leaned forward and whispered in your ear, “Let’s put on a show for him, let him know who owns this pussy.”

He sped up his thrusts and quickly rubbed on your clit. You squirmed in his hold, trying to do everything you could to not scream from the pleasure. Nothing worked and now your boyfriend and maybe several other people could hear what you and San were doing.

“This pussy all for me?” He was an expert with how he rolled his hips into you; he was so deep and repeatedly hitting your sweet spot.

“Fuck Daddy, yes! It feels so good!” Your legs were like jelly and your orgasm was a few more thrusts away.

“You’ll never find someone who can fuck you like this? Who can make you beg for it?”

You whimpered loudly in response. You thought it wasn’t possible but he fucked you harder, fucked you faster and with the abuse on your clit there was no more delaying your bliss. You came hard, squirting onto the floor and partially on the man behind you. Your walls were squeezing him so tightly and he loved every single second.

"You gonna let me cum inside so you can take me home with you, hmm?" His thrusts were getting sloppier but he never slowed down and never stopped rubbing your clit.

The overstimulation and the way he spoke to you was driving you mad, you didn't think about anything else in this moment besides making this a night to remember.

"Yes Daddy fill me up, please please please!" You knew he loved it when you begged, especially for him to empty all his cum in you. Tonight was no different and he came in a few more thrusts.

"You did so well baby, took it so well." He gave you more kisses to your shoulder as he gently pulled out and let go of your leg.

By this time your boyfriend was already banging on the door, demanding that you let him in. San made sure to clean the both of you up before he let you out of his sight. You walked to the door, taking a deep breath as you unlocked it; San close behind. Your boyfriend looked like he could pop at any second with how red his face was.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! You see one old friend and you let him fuck you in the bathroom? IN PUBLIC?!"

He almost shoved at your arm, but San does it to him first. "I don't suggest you follow through with that. And maybe next time you should make sure your girlfriend is happy before you start running your mouth."

"That IS my girlfriend, back the fuck off!"

"Oh her?" San points and quickly glances in your direction. "No, she's mine, I was referring to the one you were on the phone with, but maybe you're already forgetting about her too."

And with that, your now ex-boyfriend had nothing left to say but apologize to you as you walked away with San. Maybe all things did come to an end, but perhaps for good reason.

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[st4rgzer]

I looooved messy it was sooo fluff and cute!! Could you do a Spencer x reader where reader is also a teacher at the uni where Spence works and it’s like a meet cute because they were both told they could have the same room at the same time for their students to take a test and they’re both stubborn about it until one of them is like “fine I’ll let you have it if you take me out for coffee” ☺️🫶

mix-up (spencer reid)

summary: a small mix up leads you to meeting a rather intriguing person.

genre: fluff!

cw!: possible college inaccuracies..sorry!!

a/n: hi lovely! tysm for requesting, i hope you like how i wrote this. <3

you hurriedly walked through the college corridors, your glasses falling off the bridge of your nose as you struggled to adjust them with the tests in your hands. turns out printing the exams 2 hours before the test in a prestigious college wasn’t exactly the best idea.

your brows furrowed in confusion as you were met with half of your class sat on one side of the room, and someone else’s students on the other.

a tall man with wavy brown hair and curious brown eyes caught yours.

you walked down the stairs, placing the exams with a grunt on the table before turning to him.

“excuse me, i think you have the wrong room.” you said, trying to hold your own. intimidated by the, rather handsome, man standing before you.

“um…no, this is quantum mechanics, right?” he spoke clearly and confidently, which didn’t help with keeping your composure

“yes, but i have this hour reserved for an exam” you frowned, placing your hands on your hips. trying your best to appear convinced.

“well, i do as well.” he smiled, smug. he shrugged.

“guess we’ll have to share” he said dismissively, turning around to grab his exams.

you could’ve just ended it there…but you didn’t.

“no. i booked this room.” you said, with a sudden burst of confidence.

he turned back, appalled. he smiled before nodding. on a random day, with a random person, he would’ve just let it go. but for some reason, he felt intrigued by you.

“well this is an important test, we aren’t leaving to find another classroom” he declared, placing his hands in his pockets.

“is this going to be a problem?…” “-doctor spencer reid.” he grinned. nodding for you to continue

“okay, is this going to be a problem dr reid?” he liked the way you said his name. was he going to be the bigger person with nothing in exchange? of course not.

“fine, i’ll let you have it if you let me take you out for coffee” he finally said, watching your face attentively. he laughed slightly as you looked away in defeat, annoyed. a pink hue shading your cheeks.

“fine.” you mumbled, deciding the best way to save time and effort, was accepting his offer. no other reason why…

he smirked, turning around and grabbing the exam. he exited with his students (thankfully, there were few). you watched as he went out, wondering if he was really going to follow through with that offer, and wondering why you wanted him to do so.

“okay let’s start guys, sorry about that” you spoke to your students, handing out the papers.

after the class had finalized, you were left picking up your things and placing the exams in a folder. you were about to walk out of the room.

“hey! ready to head out?” an out of breath voice came toward you. he stood in front of you with his hands on his knees, regaining his breath before properly standing up.

“i- why are you so breathless?” you let out a breathy laugh.

“what if i saw its cause you took my breath away” he chuckled, his smile incredibly contagious.

you rolled your eyes, flattered. on the inside you were definitely not this casual about this.

“anyways, should we go?” he spoke again, hands gesturing to the exit in a gentleman-y manner.

you nodded, smile still confidently plastered on your face. incredibly thankful for your schedules clashing.

#spencer reid fluff #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds fic

[spamgyu]

hell n back // vernon drabble

it was rare for him to have a day off, even rare for it to fall on the same as yours.

the two of you had decided that the best way to make use of this once in blue moon event was to lounge about in your shared apartment – enjoying one another's company before he is forced to go back to his tireless schedule.

you watched as your boyfriend fiddled with the sound system at the corner of the living room – mumbling something about wanting to play you his new favorite song. you always did admire his love for music, the two of you using this shared interest to naturally govern most of your conversations.

there was evidence of this throughout your apartment; the main one being a wall of vinyl record covers from both past and present hip-hop artists you two enjoyed listening to. right below this display was a large mid-century modern wooden console; holding your boyfriend's prized possessions.

a turn table and radio system.

it wasn't long before the sound of the artist whistling blared through the speakers; vernon turning to you with a large grin on his face.

"come here." he held his hand out for you to take.

laughing, you set your phone down to accept his offer – allowing for him to take lead and sway along with the beat.

"could you tell where my head was at when you found me? me and you went to hell and back just to find peace" he sang along with the artist, bouncing to the trumpet that played. "the lyrics– it reminds me of us."

you listened closely to the words being played, allowing it to transport you back in time to when you had first met him. both of you weren't at your lowest, but you two were definitely not at your best – simply cruising through life with the intent to survive.

before him, you had gone through a list of men who had broken your heart – giving up on love itself.

and he was the same.

people did say that the best kind of love was found when you weren't searching for it – scoffing at the idea until you met him.

it came so naturally; meeting vernon had possibly been one of the best things to happen to your life and he could say the same.

he had no intentions of starting a relationship when he had been introduced to you through a mutual friend, but by the end of the night, vernon couldn't get enough.

hell, half way through hearing you rant talk about pharrell's influence in the music industry – he had been sold.

vernon wasn't the type to ask someone on a date the same day he had met them; it was as if you had put him under a spell and he hadn't been able to shake it off since.

if soulmates were real, vernon had found his – you.

"oh, but I'm here now baby. no life been lifin' lately, so I save you if you save me. i was over love, I had enough, then I found you." now it was your turn to sing along, catching him by surprise.

"so you know the song?" he gasped.

"i was the one that showed it to you." you laughed.

"hm..." his bottom lip jutted out, as he tried to sift through his memories.

"four months ago– i sent it to you."

he was overseas at the time, attending some award show; if you recalled correctly.

"baby give this song a listen [spotify link]"

halting your movements, vernon slapped his hand on his forehead – he remembers. "ah shit..."

"it's okay." you shrugged, walking over to the couch as the song wrapped up.

"brain fog has been so bad lately." he sighed, plopping down next to you. "i hate it."

with his nonstop work schedule, it was no surprise that he had seemed to be forgetting quite a few things – but you paid no mind to it. it came with the title of being the girlfriend of one of the members of one of the most popular k-pop group.

it was minor details anyways, and he's human after all.

"do you at least remember me?" you teased.

squinting, vernon played along with the bit – tilting his head to the side. "looking like my future girlfriend."

you pursed your lips. "that's crazy, because i'm taken."

"leave him." vernon leaned closer.

"nah," you shook your head before leaning in as well, allowing for your lips to brush against his briefly. "he's a catch."

"doubt it." vernon snorted.

"he is! he's got this stupid smile, always tells the dumbest jokes, makes the best burnt grilled cheese–" you listed.

"ah! you said you liked it crispy!" he cried, earning a laugh from you.

"that's called softening the blow."

"can't catch a fucking break." he groaned, slouching in his position.

to anyone, this sense of domestication would be boring, but such mundane acts couldn't help but warm your heart.

he wasn't the performer you would watch from your seat, the guy who you watched on your phone screen – he was your boyfriend, the man who you swore you would spend the rest of your life with.

he was a silly boy, making silly jokes – letting you in on the personality that he hid away from many.

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#as promised i'll be slowly posting the fluff drafts i have been hoarding #this is a little treat since i have been so mia #vernon drabble #vernon x yn #vernon x reader #vernon fluff #seventeen fic

[shadowlali]

Hi, I love the way you write (You literally write 3 of my favorite COD men)

If you could I would love a Fem/Reader with either Rodolfo or Alejandro and they’re teaching you how to dance for an upcoming wedding. (It’s cool if you wanna make it SFW/NSFW).

Anyway I hope you keep writing because it gives me life haha

tú y yo

COD - Rudy Parra x fem!reader

[18+] wc: ~800 summary: Rudy teaches you how to dance. masterlist | AO3

warnings: NSFW, no use of Y/N nor too many details on reader’s appearance, some proofreading, oral (f! receiving), size kink (kinda), unprotected sex

a/n: hi nonnie, thank you so so much for the support! 🤍🤍🤍

“Move your hips,” Rudy whispers in your ear, “just like this, nena.” [babygirl]

Soft music plays from the speaker through the living room. The coffee table is pushed to the wall and the center of the room is left empty, perfect space for Rudy to teach you how to dance. His hands caress your sides and slide down to your hips, helping you move them in a small circle.

You can’t help but giggle. There is absolutely no need for all of this considering he’s teaching you how to dance for his sister’s wedding. You take a quick step forward, narrowly missing Rudy’s hands as they try to keep you pressed against him.

“Rudy,” you whine, “focus. You have to teach me how to dance for a family event. Not for you.”

You place your hands on your hips and try to give him a stern look but fail, immediately melting into his arms the moment he wraps them around you.

“I forgot,” Rudy croons, “you distract me too much.”

You link your fingers behind his neck whisper out oh sure, you forgot. He places his hands on your hips as a new song starts and slowly moves them from side to side.

He rubs the tip of his nose on yours before tilting his head to the side to press a soft kiss on your lips. You sink your fingers in his hair as he presses your hips to his hard bulge.

“Rudy,” you whisper on his mouth, “focus.”

He laughs, “I am, mi amor.” [my love]

For the next few songs he keeps a respectable distance and teaches you a few moves. You’ve always been just okay at dancing, but Rudy and his family are on a whole other level.

It doesn’t matter if it's a simple family dinner, the moment the music begins—his family will start a party. His mom and sisters will always pull you to the dance floor and you love them too much to continue being a subpar dancer.

Plus, Rudy loves to dance. And he moves way too well for you to stay sitting down at parties.

Rudy immediately agreed to teach you how to dance. Not because he thinks you need help–he always makes you feel confident whenever you dance together–but because it's just another chance for him to touch and keep you close.

“Doing so good, mi vida,” Rudy says as you immediately match the tempo to the next song. [my life]

Rudy smiles with genuine happiness as he watches you dance. His eyes are soft and half-lidded, his hands gentle while they guide you.

You press closer to Rudy as the music changes to something slower. The beat vibrates you to the core, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin.

You turn around and press right against his cock, grabbing his hands and placing them on your hips. He slides a hand to your lower belly and grinds his cock on your ass.

By the end of the next song, his head is between your thighs and your whimpers are louder than the music. His fingers plunge into you with harsh strokes, stretching you for his cock.

Rudy drags you down to the floor before you can cum and plunges his cock in your creamy pussy. He folds you almost in half, fucking into you while he presses his mouth to yours in a sloppy kiss.

“More, more, more,” you chant, close to tears.

“Nena,” Rudy groans, “you love how I fuck you? Love how I make you all mine?”

A choked yes falls from your lips but you take each plunge, feeling his tip bump the end of you. One of his hands grips your thigh to spread you open while the other is placed on the floor by your head.

It becomes harder to breath, your head becoming dizzy with each slide of his hips. It’s intense, a little rough given how much you teased each other while dancing. He’s big, stretching you to your limit. But you can take it, you always do.

“Should I finish inside of you, mi amor? Paint this little cunt with my cum?”

Your pussy grips and flutters around his thick length at his words. You manage to mumble out yes, please Rudy, please before dragging a hand down to rub at your swollen clit.

The orgasm hits you with full force the moment your fingers circle your button. Your body pulls tight and your eyes shudder close from the force of his thrusts.

You barely manage to hear him praise you, come for me, nena–milk my cock, just like that. Rudy groans in a mixture of pain and pleasure and immediately comes, fucking you in sloppy thrusts.

Warm cum fills your pussy as you twist and moan underneath him. He grinds his hips into you, making sure that not a single drop of cum escapes your cunt.

Rudy falls next to you in a sweaty heap. Your body shakes in little aftershocks as Rudy drags you closer to him.

“I think,” he whispers after a few minutes, “I think you’re a great dancer.”

You let out a laugh and turn your head to press a kiss onto his cheek.

#rodolfo “rudy” parra x reader #rudy parra x female reader #rudy parra smut #cod x reader #cod mw2 x female reader #rudy parra #cod mw2 smut #shadowlali

[luvring]

Hi, I really love your headcanons for Touchstarved, they’re so great!! If it hasn’t been requested yet, may I please request Leander falling in love headcanons?

LEANDER FALLING IN LOVE

gn!reader | thank u!!!! \o/ es leander time :-]

don't know how to describe this. for ais + vere + kuras, romantic feelings develop somewhere in the process (ais and vere generally love being little shits so they could've liked you from the start.) but for leander, it's clear he's kinda into you from the beginning. LOL

this doesn't necessarily mean the relationship will develop super fast! leander pays attention and keeps a pace you're comfortable with, though he doesn't shy away from your flirtations (might be surprised, but then he'll smile/laugh and flirt back) or physical touch if you go for it. he loves it even!

one moment is him wooing you with magic...again... another flower! multiple, even! little fireworks! stars! a trail of flickering lights where you find him waiting for you at the end! you can show you're genuinely touched or tease him about it (is a lot of your job doing little magic shows? / is a flower the best you can do?) and he says he'll do something even bigger next time

another moment might be you taking charge in some way. telling him to back down/up, defending him, asking to take the lead for one of your adventures. it isn't often that leander's offered the option to be anything but a leader, much less told not to be. he offers advice but generally follows your lead, and is it weird for him to say that it was really attractive when you told that guy to pay attention to you, not him?

it all just seems too good to be true, he's too good to be true. so you're wary, even if you do really really want to get close or kiss him etc etc. and leander can tell, of course, so he'll just keep trying to prove himself to you

there has to be a moment where you find out how and why he does things for free—why he's the renowned leader of the Bloodhounds. that's not for me to figure out though! i am not a theorist [heart emoji]

But :3 I will offer :3 leander protecting his people above ground isn't a rare sight. leander getting super ticked off or cold is. he's all but mastered his charm and negotiations, until you're involved, and the bloodhound leader might resemble his rumors more in that moment :3c

he doesn't really run from his feelings? he knows he likes you, and that you like him too, so he doesn't see a reason to beat around the bush there. the problems lie with his gang business and possible necromancy if the theories are true, so we'll have to see about. That because there could definitely be some kind of fight or confrontation between you two depending on what he's doing

but anyway. when the time finally comes, he tells you being with him will put a target on your back, but he promises to protect you, even more so than he has been.

plus! he hasn't taken you on a proper date yet! you didn't think hanging out at the bar or looking for books or sneaking into buildings was the best he could do, did you?

! having a hard time choosing how everyone finds out he has a partner now. he could make an announcement at the wet wick if you're comfortable with it, making your spot in the gang official. it could be that people were already gossiping/betting on when it happens, and when he kisses your temple at the bar someone sees and cheers. it's really up to you! i think he's happy with whatever you'd like :3

so! leander's into you. when does he realize he's In Love with you

because i don't think he really had a Serious Relationship in his plans LOL. and that's nothing against you!! he regrets nothing!! it's just... there's things to figure out, priorities to be made, long term plans that have to be accounted for

i'm kind of imagining like. an oh shit moment. he may not say that but the emotional impact is that level

yes he was always interested in you, but it's obviously getting more serious, because he's thinking of the mundane? if that makes sense. like it isn't just that he likes holding your hand or kissing you, it's that he imagines it when he's tired and uses the thought of seeing you again as comfort. it isn't just that he'd love to wow you and take you on a date, it's that he's wondering if you'd mind going on some errands with him. he's fitting you into every area of his life in his head rather than trying to keep you separate

and at some point it just clicks in leander's head.

he can be the one to say it first! might even be the same day he realizes. you're taking a nap and he says "i love you," just to try it out. it feels a little weird but not unwelcome, and now he has to figure out when to say it while you're conscious LOL

if you say it he [ ! ] [ :) ]. maybe sighs and makes a joke about you beating him to it, but says it back sincerely :3

#touchstarved x reader #leander x reader #! will probably be my last ts hc post for. .....an unknown amount of time. was a bit of a struggle getting these out #im not super motivated 2 write 4 them neow... they sit casually in my head! #also theres a looming possibility that when the game is released i delete my posts #or put a warning at the beginning of all of them like. hey. the game was not out. i know im wrong here. have mercy #! really not sure whatll happen

[faghubby]

What is happening

I just finished my workout at the gym, I was stripping downtown take a shower. When I caught a glimpse of another man toweling himself off. For some reason I looked again. This time definitely looking to long. I was fascinated by him. Especially his cock. I had never had a gay thought. But suddenly found myself looking around the locker room. I shook it off and jumped in the shower. I had an erection. I started to jerk off. I had not jerked off in the shower since I was a teenager. And never to the thought of cock. I felt ashamed and stopped turned the water cold and got out. I tried to keep my head down and just get dressed. But the thought of another man checking out my ass snuck in my head. I bent over at the waist to dry my feet. Wondering if any of them was checking out my ass. I again freaked out alittle and quickly got dressed. I drove home in a daze. By the time I got home I didn't give it a second thought.

"Paul that you?" Jen called out.

"Nope, it's the mailman come to ravish you" I called back joking. Jen appeared from the kitchen. Still a vision after all these years. She was 42 but didn't look a day over 35. Her slim figure helped her small breasts. I was never much a breast man anyway. Her best feature was that perfect heart shaped ass and lovely legs. She wore leggings and tee shirt. But looked amazing.

"That kinda kinky our mailman is a woman" Jen laughed giving me a kiss. My hands ran down her back and cupped her ass. She giggled like a school girl and pushed me away. Heading back to the kitchen. I grabbed a bear and turned on the TV. I was watching highlights of the game from the night before. And found myself checking out the players. How firm their ass was, or their muscle legs. Wondering how thier big cocks must feel in their protective cups. I freaked out and turned off the TV. And went to help Jen. I came up behind her and kissed her neck. She cooed as I continued grabbing her book and then my hands hooked her leggings and panties and pulled them down over her ass. Jen without a word bent over the sink. Her legs spread as I pulled out my throbbing cock. I only teased her a bit before I drove my cock in hard. Jen moaned softly as I fucked her from behind. I thrust hard I needed to get these odd thoughts from my head. But as I was getting close I thought how it would feel to be in Jen's place. And I pumped my load into her. I shrank fast and fell out of her. Jen just pulled up her pants and headed to the bathroom to clean up. I stood there. Thinking at the last moment I had cum wondering what it felt like to take a cock.

Later that night in bed Jen tried to iniate sex. Not having cum herself but I couldn't get the idea of men out of my head. What the hell was wrong with me. I caught myself several times over the weekend having intrusive gay thoughts. I just shook them off. And fucked Jen. Actually more then we had in years.

Monday afternoon I had a standing appointment with my psychtrist. I had been seeing him for months after I had a panic attack bought on by stress at work. At first I beat around the bush about what was bothering me then confessed about having homosexual thoughts. We discussed alternative meanings and behavior. He asked what I had thought about in detail. Then just as session ended he said.

"Have you considered experimenting with some of these fantasies" he asked. I had not even thought of them as fantasies or ever trying them. "Jen may be able to help you. Prehaps finger you while giving you oral. To see how you respond" Dr Franklin said. I was floored and wondered out of his office in even more of a daze.

"Paul wait I have a new game I think you like" Dr Franklin said handing me a code.

I definitely couldn't say anything to Jen what would she think. I went straight home. Part of my therapy was video games. No really. Totally emerged Virtual Reality games. It was an escape a way for me to forget the outside world. I tried the new game. Having completed the final level only a few days ago on the last one. This game was different not so much fighting and shooting. But puzzles and mystery to unlock the next level. As I usually did I lost myself in the game. Until Jen came home and touched my shoulder. I took off the VR glasses.

"Having fun?" Jen laughed. I was a bit confused. Then I looked down and noticed I wore no pants and I was hard as a rock my dick sticking out of my boxers.

"I don't" I shook my head but Jen just kissed me and went to make dinner. I didn't remember taking off my pants. After dinner I sat down next to Jen.

"I met with Dr Franklin today" I told her. She was aware of my weekly sessions. But we only spoke about them if I bought it up. Jen turned off the TV and gave me her full attention.

"I been having wierd, um fantasies" I said not thinking of a better word. Jen just took my hand and listened.

"Would you be willing to try butt stuff?" I asked crudely. Jen frowned

"We been down this road. Jen reminded me. I just don't get any pleasure from it" she pointed out. Not that she was totally against it and would do it as a special treat.

"Yeah, I know but I kinda meant me" I said once again crude and vague.

"You?" Jen paused. "You want to try but stuff, like I fuck you?" Jen eyes widened and then patted my hand. "Okay" she said.

"Do you know how to prepare?" She asked.

"Prepare?" I asked

"You have to clean out back there" Jen informed me then took my hand and led me to the bathroom. She dug under the sink and pulled out a bag.

"Strip" she told me. Confused bit did as she wanted.

"Bend over and relax" Jen told me she applied a dollop of lube to my hole and pushed in a small rubber thing. She pushed a warm water solution in and then had me relax and let it out. Now straddling the toilet she repeated this several times. The whole experience was wierd by but I had an erection the entire time.

"You enjoy this so much maybe we should just give you an ennema?" Jen teased. She then led me to the bedroom. I thought she would do like Dr Franklin had said and use a finger while sucking my dick. But Jen pulled out her vibrator and lubed it holding it against my asshole. She turned it on and I went crazy. I pushed back impaling myself on her toy. Jen basically just held the toy and rubbed my ass while I fucked myself. I felt like I was about to pee. And looked down to see seaman flowing out of my dick. It was an odd sensation not really pleasing but not. Unpleasant either. Jen pulled the toynout after I was done "leaking" she didn't say a word. Just sat on my face and had me orally pleasure her. Afterwards I fell asleep.

I woke in the morning amazed at the pleasure I had denied myself for 45 years. I found myself again checking out men, but not felling so ashamed about it. Jen and I just went about our normal routine. Except when we had sex I wished she would fuck my ass again. But I didn't say a word. Just put it down as every once and awhile thing.

At my weekly meeting with Dr Franklin I couldn't stop talking about it. I was excited explaining how amazing it felt. He sat and listened.

"Why didn't you tell Jen how much you loved it?" He asked.

"I don't know it's just I looked over at him my eyes drifted down to his crotch. He wasn't sitting behind his desk like usual. I could see the outline of his cock. Was he hard. I couldn't look away.

"Paul, would you like me to show you?" He asked softly. I snapped up.

"What?" I said shaking. He just sat quietly watching me.

"Paul are you excited right now?" Dr Franklin asked.

"Yes" I said turning red. Had he offered to show me his cock. I must be losing it. I needed to change the subject.

"I lost time, I can't remember taking off my pants playing the new video game" I stated.

"That's okay, would you like me to tell you it's okay if you play them naked?" Dr Franklin said. I nodded like it made sense. And left. At home I plugged in to the VR and played. I was winning clearing level after level. I only stopped when night had to pee. I took off the visor. And realized I was naked. I rushed to go pee. I was rock hard and had to wait till my erection faded. I sat on the toilet thinking. Why was I naked. I wanted to get back to the game. I realized Jen would be home soon. So I quickly got dressed. As Jen started dinner I came up behind her.

"Can we play that anal game again?" I asked kissing her neck.

"Well what do I get?" Jen flipped me around now I was the one facing the sink. She pushed me against it.

"Start with the dishes, and we will go from there" Jen told me. I did the dishes. The whole time I had an erection. I kept picturing Jen bending me over the sink and fucking me with a cock. Her cock.

I rushed thru dinner and knelt on the floor. I spread Jen's legs apart. And lifted her dress as she still ate. She didn't stop me as I removed her panties.

"What has gotten into you lately" Jen moaned. I made her cum hard and fast. She pulled my hair.

"Okay you earned it" Jen led me to the bedroom. I got on the bed bent over my ass up high and my face buried in a pillow. Jen pulled out her toy and lube.

"Did you clean yourself out like I taught you?" Jen asked I nodded I had actually been doing it alot.

Jen fingered my ass.

"Do you want to talk about this?" Jen asked.

"I been having alot of odd thoughts" I confessed. I was terrified as I spoke. What would she think.

"What kind of thoughts?" Jen asked her fingers pressing in harder.

"Gay thoughts?" Jen asked.

"Yes" I moaned.

"Have you talked to Dr Franklin about them?" She asked. I nodded Jen kept going she removed her fingers and pushed her toy inside me. She turned it on full. The vibrations worked instantly cum flowed out of me. Even as my dick deflated.

"Dr Franklin has a big cock" I moaned.

"How do you know?" Jen asked to this sudden statement.

"I can tell from his bulge" I told her.

"Do you want me to tell you it's okay if you have sex with Dr Franklin?" Jen asked. I moaned but at the same time looked at her surprised.

"It's okay baby, he is a good man." Jen told me. She was giving me permission to sleep with a man. We fell asleep but I woke up and found myself playing the video games again. I came out of the trance like state when Jen sat on my erection. I took off the visor Jen was riding my lap. I was naked again.

"I assume this was for Dr Franklin but looked to good to let go to waste" Jen told me. As soon as she said that I pumped my load into her. She just kissed me and got up heading back to bed. The thoughts and ideas got more graphic in my head as the week went on. I found myself checking out men where ever I went. Especially the gym. I had an erection the my whole workout. I ignored Jen sexually at least. The more this happened the more I retreated into the video games. I didn't even find it strange that I would strip and play them naked. I was excited for my appointment to see Dr Franklin. I arrived early. As soon as I sat down.

"Paul are you comfortable?" Dr Franklin asked. I looked around the room even though it was only the two of us there.

"Make yourself comfortable" Dr Franklin said in a soft mild tone. I stood and stripped. Standing before him naked. My 5 inch dick throbbing harder then I could ever remember.

"Fell better?" Dr Franklin said as if this was totally normal. I was extremely nervous and didn't know what to do nor why I had gotten naked.

"Why don't you come sit hear with me" Dr Franklin said patting the next to him on the small bench he sat on. I approached him he reached out his hand a guided me to sit. I was almost sitting on his lap we where so close.

"Tell me about how you feel?" He asked his hand resting on my thigh.

"Excited, scared" I trembled

"Scared why?" He asked.

"I never done anything like this" I stammered

"Like what Paul?" The Doctor continued . I didn't answer

"What do you think this is?" He asked.

"I want to" I touched his bulge thru his slacks

"That would be inappropriate" he told me. His hand now massaging my inner thigh.

"Please" I begged.

"Aalright take it out for Daddy" he told me. I tried to unbuckle his belt but had to move I found myself on my knees as I unzipped his pants. He lifted himself allowing me to pull both his slacks and underwear off. Without a word I took his still soft cock in my mouth it was already bigger then erect cock. I knew what to do. As if hardwired into my head. I knew. I was soon deep throating all 9 and 1/2 inches. I licked and sucked his balls as well. My jaw,throat, and neck all hurt before he tensed and pulled my hair as he pumped a giant load of cum down my throat.

"Very good" Dr Franklin complimented me.

"Why don't you sit on my lap and tell me about the rest of your week. I did as he said rubbing my ass against his soft but still big cock. As I told him how Jen had fucked me with her vibrator again.

"Did you enjoy it?" Dr Franklin asked he rubbed my balls. I so wanted to cum. But he stopped as soon as he started.

"Yes, daddy" I moaned. He lifted me up and guided me to his lap. I rubbed against his growing cock.

"Do you want this, want me to fuck you?" He hissed in my ear.

"YES" I screamed he pushed a syringe of lube into my ass. Then pulled me down onto his cock. Tears formed in my eyes as his massive cock slide into my ass. As soon as his cock was balls deep he lifted me off. He pushed me to the floor. Spreading my legs and pushing my head down he drove his cock back into my ass with such force I thought he would tear me in two. He rammed his cock into me over and over. I was in a daze. Lost in pain and pleasure my brain begging for more. I was his, his toy. He fucked me for what seemed like forever. Before he thrust a last time and I felt him fill my bowels with his seed. He pulled out and left me on the floor. I just laid there whimpering.

"Time is up bitch!" He told me. I looked up he was already dressed and cleaned up. He left the office.i gathered my clothes and got dressed. I walked out past the reception desk. Walking a little bow legged. The receptionist just smiled. She handed me another appointment card. I looked at it.

BITCH APPOINTMENT was set for three days. It had instructions to come clean and prelubed. Even then I couldn't wait.

2 weeks later.

Jen has left me. We'll I guess I left her. Dr Franklin. ( Frank or Daddy) has continued to train me to be his little gay slut. I now understand that the video games had helped me awaken my homosexuality. Daddy said it wouldn't of worked unless it was I had really wanted. I have a standing appointments twice a week. But he has also referred me to some of his colleagues. I spend so much time being a whore. I quit my job and now get paid to pleasure men full time.

[amouras]

WE’RE THE GOSSIP NOW fushiguro megumi 𝄒

𝜗𝜚 megumi gets featured on an episode of 'gossip central' by the host & president of the gossip club, ( yn ). by this, curiosity takes him on a deal

modern highschool au, non sorcer au, series

" everything about you sticks to my heart, boy. we're magnetized, ill admit it " @amvouras on wattpad

01 | megumi back me up masterlist

"ANOTHER FRIDAY, another gossip session. what has st. jujutsu high come to be? like always, to submit your gossip anonymously or to be featured, go to @tellyn_jjtsuhigh on instagram! anyways let's get started, shall we? " the tv screen shined

"she never gets tired of spreading people's business, does she?" megumi sighed, leaned back in his seat. it was third period and as usual, a new episode of 'gossip central' by the gossip clubs president, ( yn ), played. he always wondered what the point of it was, it was dumb and it caused series of problems between students

his thoughts disappeared once a girl next to him slapped his shoulder "oh c'mon megumi! you act like youre not interested in every episode. i just love how she instigates, it makes it even funnier" nobara laughed. next to megumi another voice spoke "bro! no way rei smashed mr. tanakas car!— and he got akari pregnant?!" yuuji yelled with a shocked expression, hands over his face. megumi glanced over at him "wait what?"

more whispers about the said rumors came flowing out of their classmates mouths. gasps were heard when their screen showed ( yn ) pointing out leaked pictures the anonymous sent about akari's pregnancy. "who took these pictures? and why are they trying to be so sneaky? shame on you @usereats99cents! don't be following girls to their appointments" they heard her scoff

"also! don't go shaming akari for being pregnant. it takes two to make a baby. rei, we all know youre broke, should've thought twice before.. you know" ( yn ) wrapped up the first submission, moving on. "that was fast, next we have.. megumi? that tall guy in the debate club? never heard gossip from him before, he's so quiet" she said, looking up at the camera

hearing his name, megumi looked up noticing a picture of him and nobara getting ice cream together. it was originally yuuji, nobara & him but the anonymous who sent the picture had cropped yuuji making it seem like it was only them two. "this reads, who knew megumi would go for a girl like nobara— honestly i thought he hated everyone he encountered" silence filled the room

both nobara & megumi glanced at each other then at the tv with an expression of disbelief "what the fuck." they said in sync. "what?! you two are dating? and didn't tell me?!" yuuji shouted. both of their mouths hanged open "n-no you idiot! we're not dating— that picture was from when we all went out for ice cream! you're just cropped!" nobara explained, shouting back at the boy

all the whispers from earlier had came back but this time it was about the two in front of them all. turning to the class, nobara started "you all heard it here first! tell your friends it's all a lie! dont believe everything you hear!.. megumi back me up" she side-eyed megumi who was still in shock. then many opinions flew in the air by their classmates— even by their favorite teacher, gojo

"megumi, if you ever need a girlfriend who isn't embarrassed by you, im always here!"

"hey! i thought what we had was serious nobara!"

"this is weird.. but as classmates, let's support!"

"poor yuuji! he looked so into nobara"

"way to go megumi, you're improving your women skills!"

"class quiet down, i know we're all happy about those two but im trying to hear the rest of the epis— oh! look another megbara picture!" their white-haired teacher laughed, reaching over for more popcorn and turning the volume up. megumi & nobaras expressions darken, thinking their teacher would put an end to this commotion yet hes invested as well

"we're not together!"

"and what the fuck is a megbara?!"

time left in that classroom was like hell. getting support by their classmates they didn't need and unending teasing coming from their homeroom teacher. all megumi could wonder was who the hell sent that in? and why would they? whos praying on his downfall? cause theyre doing a little too good of a job. walking up to his teachers desk, he asked "hey gojo, do you know in which classroom the gossip club stays at during lunch? or more specifically, just ( yn )"

#WTGN — f. megumi #megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi #megumi fluff #jujutsu megumi #jujutsu kaisen megumi #megumi x you #jjk megumi #megumi fushiguro #megumi x y/n #jjk fushiguro #megumi jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #megumi jjk #itadori yuuji #kugusaki nobara #gojo satoru

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Haha I think everyone liked my earlier request with all the notes you got on it 🫣🤗🤗🤗

so can you do the other members as well 😋😋

Haha YES!

Sorry I haven’t been on it’s been a busy week. Also, one of you guys reposted and said that they were laughing imagining their dicks bouncing around and I’m FUCKING LOOSING IT… but also… that could be kinda sexy…

Anyways…

Chris. The part in charmer where he turns around and pulls up his shirt in specific? There was a time I think he held it between his teeth, and I can COMPLETELY imagine him stripping off whatever pair of sweats he’s wearing while he holds his shirt up like that. Then you get to see his yummy abs mmmmm.

Also I’m kinda an enthusiast of their body hair 🤭, so I can image his trail is starting to show since he last shaved it and you can see it leading under the band of his boxers and babsbsjajmakzksjndhzjaakkziaoaksjdjjdjdsjsjj

Note on Minho, he would 100% use it as a form of teasing. like, you have to watch him dance like that while he’s naked. With his thighs and his dick out at the end, and you aren’t allowed to touch him or yourself

For Changbin I’m actually drooling this isn’t funny omg. We all know he looks SO GOOD during the maniac choreo, especially at the part where they roll their hips? So seeing him do that in front of you, maybe his dick is out?? Yummm all I’m picturing is thick ass Binnie cock in my face. I feel like he would be very enthusiastic if you asked him to do this for you.

Hannie would probably be a bit shy, maybe impatient. He would still do it, and he would put on that flirty attitude like usual, winking and smiling at you while he takes of his shirt and shows you those delicious tiddies 🫠

I support needy Jisung agenda and I think he would get a bit desperate towards the end and start palming himself. or just jump you.

He’s climb up into the couch you’re sitting on quickly, half dressed with music still playing, and starting kissing you and pushing you into position.

“M’ sorry, my baby. I can’t wait. I need you now…” -which would be followed by quick, sharp thrusts into you, face down on the couch. Clawing into your ass, maybe busting on your lower back and watching it run down. I think I got a bit carried away…

Felix. So somebody once mentioned that he might have freckles on his dick, and I think I just cummed. (If anybody can find out who that was lmk).

I don’t even know where to start. I know in the last one I mentioned Minho doing the taste choreo, but FELIX?!? I think most of us have seen the way he tilts his head back when he does the chorus part. Honestly, I want felix to give me a lap dance 🙃. Like, if he gets too into it and he starts grinding on you?? Ohhh my god.

He starts off by doing a striptease, then he’s just in his undergarments. Boxers or cute panties, pick your poison. he walks up to you and starts dancing for you, climbing into your lap, which eventually turns from him rolling his hips inches in front of you, dancing seductively, to him leaning down and kissing you all sloppy and covered in spit while the music sings on, nearly forgotten.

One thing or another goes down, but it ends with him grinding on your thigh, or maybe just dry humping. Would 100% cum in his panties. Or if he takes them off and he grinds all over your thigh. it’s a bit dry. Maybe you make him drool on it to make it a bit wetter…

Also imagining him rutting against whatever part of you is closest, likely your torso. The fabric of his undergarments is very restricting and painful, so he pulls it down under his balls so his cock can spring out. The material may be digging into his skin, but it feels too good to care. Then he cums and it gets all over you 😊

I also would like to think Seungmin is mean about it too. Something about that man makes me go feral. I want him to punish meee

So I can 100% see him doing it as a punishment for something. Maybe he’s just being mean, you didn’t even do anything wrong. Dances so sexy. He puts on an outfit he knows you like first.

Then after, he makes you sit at his feet, staring down at you while he jerks his cock. He won’t let you put it in your mouth at all, just make you watch while it’s inches from your face. Maybe he’ll make you collect your spit in your mouth, not allowed to swallow any, while he’s dancing so you can drool on it for him to make it wet.

IM SORRY I DIDNT WRITE FOR INNIE BUT I FELT LIKE I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT THERE BECAUSE I HAVENT POSTED IN FOREVER FORGOVEBME IM SORRY

BONUS THOUGHT: Minsung recreating their sexy dance as a striptease for you.

#skz smut #kpop #stray kids #fifianswers #kpop smut #skz #smut #stray kids smut #dance

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Her || Charles

Main characters: Charles Leclerc x OC Genre: fanfiction, fluff  Story type: novel  Part: 6/? Word count: 2006 Co writer: @mistrose23 Summary: This was Matilde Jørgensen, the newly appointed team principal of Scuderia Ferrari, about to face one of the most nerve-wracking challenges of her life. She tried to save the team from more disappointing results and put everything on the line to make them world champion again. There will be a big challenge to lead a historic team as 'newbie' and keeping her work and personal opinions apart from each other. The big question everybody will be asking: is she capable to do so?

Chapter 4. F1 Giggles & Tea

"Another week, another episode of F1 Giggles & Tea," the girl with the blonde hair opened the podcast with her friend, her voice carrying a cheerful tone. "Today we are gonna talk about Matilde Jørgensen."

The girl with brunette hair, the co-host of the podcast, nodded and smiled widely. "The girl boss of the grid."

"The team principal of Ferrari."

"Not gonna lie, she is living the dream," the blonde girl said.

"Although she isn't the first female team principal in F1, she certainly is one of the youngest."

"Only 29 years old!" The girl with blonde wavy hair raised her eyebrow. "Did you know who she was before she joined Ferrari?"

The brunette slowly shook her head. "She wasn't on my radar until she debuted as team principal. The thing in F1 is that you will not be known until you do something special, or if you are a head of department or a principal."

"Yeah, it's a shame, actually. There are so many people working behind the scenes. But I looked Matilde up, because I feel like we need to give her a platform. She is a team principal, but I'm quite curious to know how she got there," the girl with the brown hair said and took a sip of her coffee. Even though the podcast was called F1 Giggles & Tea, the girl preferred iced coffees. But the name was nice. The co-host nodded. "Matilde Jørgensen is from Denmark. I found on her Instagram that she was born on October the 8th, and she is 29 years old-"

"I still cannot believe she is a team principal under 30. It's really impressive."

"I mean, it feels like Ferrari had no candidates but Matilde, like she was the only one who applied for the job, no offence to Matilde." They both laughed. "Anyway, she studied at the Technical University of Denmark: Engineering in IT and Economics, also doing a mathematical degree at the same time. She got a placement at Red Bull Racing in IT. After that, she got a job within Red Bull as a strategist, and worked her way up to Senior Strategist, working closely with Hannah Smitz. And now she is the team principal of Ferrari."

The brunette looked impressed. "It sounds so easy," she said. "And that while only being 29 years old."

"I'm 25 and I can't handle my job at the supermarket."

"I'm still crying myself to sleep over my studies." Laughter filled the podcast. "But to our comparison: how is she doing her job so far? Let's compare her to last year's season."

The girl with blonde hair nodded and grabbed her notes. "Bahrain, 2022: Charles p1 and Carlos p2 In 2023: Charles P5 and Carlos p4. Saudi Arabia, 2022: Charles p2 and Carlos p3. In 2023: Charles p4 and Carlos p5. Australia, 2022: Charles p1 and Carlos DNF. In 2023: Charles p2 and Carlos p4," she said. "Baku was after Monaco, but this year it is before Miami. So Baku, 2022: Charles DNF and Carlos DNF. In 2023: Charles p4 and Carlos p2."

"Hmm, it sounds like the start of 2022 was more promising than this year," the brunette mused.

"Yes, but let's be honest: the end of 2022 was a disaster for Ferrari. God knows what Mathilde had to deal with when she got there. I can imagine it was a mess," the blonde girl smirked. Let's compare the results so far after four races, shall we? Charles had 78 points in 2022 and currently has 53 points. Carlos had 33 points in 2022 and now has 46 points. In 2022 Ferrari had 96 points and they have 99 points in 2023. An overall difference of three points."

It was silent.

"It's... I hope they will stay consistent."

The blonde girl sighed. "I mean, Carlos has more points now. And the team has three more points. It's not a downward trend. Considering where Ferrari came from last season, it has improved already. I feel like the team is doing better, but we will find that out later this season."

"I hope this girl boss will fix this team. But first the next Grand Prix: Miami!"

* * *

The Floria sun blazed brightly in the midday sky as Matilde and the team gathered at the entrance of their hotel in Miami. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of race weekends and a lot of travel and it was intense. Someone from the media team proposed to go to the beach with the entire team. It was a much-needed break; it helped to adjust to the jet lag as well.

Matilde, who wore blue and white coloured linen shorts, a dark blue top and a white shirt, exchanged smiles with her colleagues as they gathered around in the lobby. The atmosphere was quite uncomfortable, perhaps it was because their team principal, their boss, was joining the team on a day out. At first, Matilde doubted going, because she would feel uncomfortable too, but Gemma convinced her to go, to work on the team building.

A few minutes later, the team made their way to the beach. Groups were formed, and people were talking. Matilde found an English girl among the hospitality people, they bonded because they both used to work for different teams. Liza used to work at Alpine and she started her job at Ferrari last year, one year ahead of Matilde. They could talk about Red Bull and Alpine and the things they had gone through.

The beach was a lively tableau of vibrant umbrellas, laughter and crashing waves. As Matilde and her team claimed an entire beach club, they settled down and ordered some drinks. Matilde sat down on a sunbed, looking around; almost the entire team was Italian, but there was a mix of nationalities and personalities after all. However, the common thread that bound them was their shared passion for racing.

Some people decided on dipping in the sea, others decided to work on their tan, or spend time together. Matilde grabbed a book out of her bag and decided to keep it to relax. She was reading the latest book by Norwegian writer Jo Nesbø.

"Oh, Jo Nesbø. My mum reads his books as well," Liza said. "She thinks they are amazing."

Matilde closed the book, realising reading wouldn't work. Her mind wasn't committed to it, she had too many thoughts racing through her head. "He is one of my favourite writers."

"It's so cliche, but I'm currently into reading those cheesy romances. Sarah Jio is currently my favourite writer," Liza replied and took a sip of her mojito.

A smirk left Matilde's mouth. "I read The Last Camellia on the plane. It's easy to read and it has such an amazing plot."

Liza nodded. "I loved that one too. Cliche, but good." She looked at the sea. "I don't know if you know this, or heard it, but there's a podcast going viral on TikTok. The viral episode is an episode about you."

Matilde raised her eyebrows. "I had no idea. What did they say?"

"Not much, but they talked about who you are since they didn't know much about you. They kinda dug into your history. Nothing personal came up, which made them frustrated," Liza chuckled. "Nothing negative."

"Who?"

"Two girls, they're hosting the 'F1 Giggles & Tea' podcast."

Matilde nodded. "I see." For the last few weeks, the media and fans have been very critical of Matilde. And she had to agree with them, because she too would create an opinion on a new team principal as well, but now that she was a team principal and people had an opinion on her, she had a different opinion on it. It felt unfair, because no one knew what she was doing and all the negative quotes were harsh on her. "I mean, I already read a few articles, positive articles, on how much they praise me for being a female team principal."

"You're doing a great job, Matilde. Ignore the media. Claire Williams did the same."

"As much as I respect Claire, things went downhill at Williams when she was the team principal."

"Then show them that you can do it. The Italians are tough, but you got this."

"I like your way of thinking."

"Give me a raise and we will talk again."

A laugh rolled over Matilde's lips. "We will see. Alright, enough about the media, I'm going to swim."

Liza nodded. "I will stay here and finish my drink. Will be there in a few minutes."

"Yes." Matilde got up and put on her sunglasses, making her way to the sea.

It was not like she was insecure about her body, but she knew that she didn't have a model body. She didn't have a six-pack, toned legs or arms. There was fat, she was midsized, skinny fat. And she was fine with it, she wasn't a gym girlie. But seeing all these models on the beach made her feel slightly uncomfortable.

While the team was enjoying a beach day, Charles had to follow his training scheme. He and his trainer Andrea were also on the beach. Andrea pushed Charles to his limit and it worked; Charles hated it and Andrea liked it.

As the training session progressed, Charles couldn't help but let his gaze wander occasionally towards the beach. He noticed some people from his team and it made him jealous. They relaxed on their day off and he still had to train. His eyes fell on a woman in a black bikini who was walking towards the sea. He tightened his jaw. His eyes lingered on Matilde's figure, she had beautiful curves. His attention was divided between the workout and the sight before him.

Andrea, noticing Charles' distraction, raised an eyebrow. "Focus," he said, his tone stern. "You're here to train, not to daydream."

Charles snapped back to attention, giving a sheepish grin. "Yep."

"Keep your focus on the workout, or you won't win."

As the workout continued, Charles struggled to keep his attention on his training. His eyes were inexplicably drawn to Matilde. She was talking to some other girl, both only having their feet in the water. Charles found himself following her movements, his concentration shattered.

Matilde walked further into the sea, the cool water offering a refreshing feeling from the sun's heat. She listened to Liza, who shared a story about a race she would never forget. Matilde let out a satisfied sigh, enjoying the sensation of the waves washing over her.

Andrea's patience wore thin as he watched Charles' lack of focus. With a sigh, he tossed a ball towards Charles, aiming it directly at his head. The ball made contact, snapping Charles out of his reverie.

"Ouch!"

Andrea crossed his arms, his annoyance was evident. "Maybe if you paid as much attention to your training as you do to whatever is distracting you, you would have caught that ball."

Charles muttered an apology, forcing himself to re-engage in the workout. But his eyes kept on wandering towards Matilde, who was now walking out of the sea, droplets of water clinging to her skin. His heart raced as he tried to regain his focus, but it was a tough battle.

Finally, Matilde saw Charles looking in her direction, and a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She had to pass him to go back to her sunbed. "Ah, lovely to train outside instead of the gym," she commented, her tone light and warm.

"Yes, quite the change of scenery," he replied curtly, his gaze flickering away. The response was colder than they both expected it to be.

Matilde squeezed her eyebrows together, sensing the change in his attitude. She was taken aback by his abruptness, but before she could reply to him, Charles turned his attention back to his workout. Matilde walked away, shook her head and walked back to her sunbed, following Liza.

As the workout processed, Charles pushed himself through the rest of his training, determined to shake off his distraction. But the memory of Matilde walking out of the sea, water glistening on her skin, lingered in his mind, igniting a spark of attraction that he couldn't ignore. 

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #charles leclerc #fanfic #carlos sainz #max verstappen #kevin magnussen #ferrari #scuderia ferrari #motorsports

[idontplaytrack]

Wrapped Around Your Fingers

AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: MDNI, SMUT. toy use(reader) Oral, fingering, pet names(both receiving), orgasm denial, multiple orgasms(reader receiving), phone sex.

In which, a hormonal reader gets the unbearable desire for AJ and takes matters into her own hands first.

Requested? Yes / No

Very lengthy fic, maybe to make up for the lack of smut fics from me lately lol. This draft was started 22nd April🥲

The song choice, if you get it, you get it hahah. I saw a wlw rendition of it on Tiktok and it inspired a part of this fic.

Rolling over in bed, you were startled by the fact that the spot next to you was cold and empty. But then you remembered that AJ had track practice all day - well, not all day but it seems like it sometimes. Anyway, your little dream woke you up all hot and bothered. You were ovulating. And during then, you were, let’s just say…needy. You tried to go about your day as per usual, but didn’t even last an hour before sending AJ a suggestive text. Obviously, knowing her schedule, she was busy and you ended up taking matters into your own hands in the meantime while you waited for a response from her.

Walking back into your shared bedroom, you shut the doors and curtains, turning on the bedside lamp that has warm lighting. Next, you grabbed your favourite vibrator and popped a battery in, pressing the power on button to test it. Shrugging, you powered it off to remove your shorts. And right as you ghosted the toy over your clothed clit, your phone buzzes.

Sighing, you reached over to get ahold of it. And you’d just gotten a glimpse of her equally enthusiastic reply before you got a call from her.

“Hey. I’m on my break now so I have some time.” AJ started, “I’m in my car so I have the privacy.”

“Oh?”

“Yes.” She chuckles lowly, “So tell me, what’re you doing right now?”

Does she know? God, she could hear it, couldn’t she?

“I, uh—”

“I hear the buzzing, babe.” She states.

Oops.

AJ laughs, “You want me to tell you what to do, my love?”

You gulped.

“O-okay.” Your breath hitched as you blinked furiously.

“Well, if I recall correctly, you’d always press a vibrator up to your clit first. So, why not just keep doing that while you let your mind…run free? Think about me, what’s I’d be doing to you if I were there. My hands squeezing and massaging your tits, my eyes looking at you trying not to whine…”

You did, you let a whine slip and she chuckles expectantly. “Keep thinking about what you wanna do with me, what you want me to do you, anything at all…”

Oh, jesus. You panted, another whine getting caught in your throat.

“Hey, I wanna hear you, y/n.” She demanded, but was still gentle. You didn’t say a thing back. “y/n, did you hear that?”

“Yeah.” You swallowed harshly, “Yeah.”

“Good. Slip your underwear off.” She instructed, and you did just that before she even finished speaking. “Keep the toy there, trace yourself, tease yourself…feel how wet you are, baby…”

You whimpered, pursing your lips together while keeping the vibrator against your clit. The fingers on your free hand moved like she told you to, working yourself up with ease. “Does that feel good, baby?”

Another whimper falls from your mouth at her question. “That’s what I thought.” She said back, you could almost hear that she was smirking.

“Use your fingers, fuck yourself. Fuck yourself until you’re close and pull them out and also stop the vibe.” She ordered without hesitance, that tone of voice riled you up further as you became acutely aware of the slick that was almost too rapidly coating your hand.

You stuck two fingers into your entrance and began to push them in and pull them out, not even bothering to start slowly because you were way too worked up already, the lack of friction was making you go faster to make up for it, and AJ could damn well hear it. The desperation.

How your breath became increasingly ragged, how the little noises slipped from your mouth unendingly, each one signalling to her that you were steadily approaching climax.

“AJ, oh my God, I—”

“Okay, stop.” She told you. And you did, but not without a very unhappy whine. AJ laughs lightly, “Be good, bunny. Just wait for a little bit, and then resume.”

It was probably not more than a minute before she gave you the okay to continue stimulating yourself. But it felt like forever and hurt like hell. “Oh, poor baby couldn’t wait a second longer, hm?” She chuckles lowly, “That’s okay, keep going. Keep letting me hear you. Picture me right there with you, hands holding you open while I lick you up, over…and over. You can’t hold back, don’t fight it. I wanna hear all of it, y/n.”

“Oh, fuck. Fuck.” You moaned, “I’m so close, babe.”

“I know, I know.” She hums, “I know, my love.”

Shit. She really knew how to make you go crazy. What she’d just said made you feel intense butterflies in your chest that quickly rushed down south. Before you knew it, you felt yourself tightening, your walls clenching erratically, wrapping itself around your fingers. The noises came out of you unendingly, without any other thought than the fact that you needed to come and soon.

“Give me one, baby. Go ahead. Come now.”

Your body takes her command as its cue to unravel, you’d pushed yourself over the edge successfully, now riding your high out with the languish pace of your fingers. “Good girl.” She praised. You cursed under your breath, “Oh, my fucking god. God, I miss you AJ. I need you so bad.”

“I’ll be home in a few hours, baby.” She promised, “Why don’t you go take a nice relaxing bath in the meantime? Then maybe give yourself a round two if you feel like it? I’ll be home before you know it.”

————

Well, you didn’t even think about going again, but since she suggested it— Damn it, you were thinking about it now. It was your off day so you didn’t have anything to do anyway, so you just picked out a new set of clothes then went to run a bath for yourself.

You sat in there for a good while, getting some shut-eye, but of course, your mind drifts back to your conversation with AJ and you were then subsequently pulled out of your thoughts and the bath, by the familiar buzzing of your phone. Getting out of the tub, you wrap yourself in a fuzzy robe after reentering your shared bedroom. You got ahold of your phone and realised it was a text from AJ. A selfie. This girl knew you like the back of her own hand, doing precisely what would make you feel in the mood.

“Fuck.” You cursed under your breath, “Damn it, AJ.”

You sent her one back, showing your utter annoyance at her attempt while you were freshly bathed. But there was no denying it worked- her selfie did its work.

What you did next, though, was to get dressed and get in bed to get some sleep. You were feeling very comfortable and sleepy, so you could definitely fall asleep quickly right now. Wrapping yourself under the covers, you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep without any trouble. It was a pretty peaceful sleep, except for the wet dream you started to have before getting awoken by someone walking around the room. You hear the creak of the wardrobe door, eyes peeling open. “AJ.” You gasped.

“Hi, baby.” She smiled, shutting the wardrobe door and climbing into bed with you, still undressed. Your eyes stayed open for barely a few seconds before they fluttered shut again. You feel her hand on your cheek, “Hey, you. You okay?”

“‘m just sleepy.” You mumbled. She presses a soft kiss to your lips and you naturally reciprocated. “Do you still need me to—”

“Mmm, yeah.” You hummed, barely audible as you squirmed a little to free yourself slightly from the covers, “Fuck, of course.”

“Okay.” She kisses you again, this time it wasn’t just a light touch- it deepens, she slips her tongue into your mouth while tangling your legs together. Her knee swiftly finds its way in between your thighs, pushing up against the sensitive area. You seethed and nearly bit her on the lip, chuckling as your hand travelled down to her bare ass, giving it a squeeze. “Hey.” She chided playfully, “No, no. You did the work earlier, it’s my turn right now.”

“Please, I missed you.” She told her, out of breath. She sent a bewildered look your way, having not seen you like this before. Not that she was complaining, but it was vastly different than your usual quiet and submissive manner.

“Alright…” She gave in, letting you touch her as you pleased, inevitably you riled yourself up even more, feeling as if her kisses alone were no longer enough. A whine slips from your lips, prompting her to ask you what you wanted. “I don’t care what you do, I just need you, please. Take me however you want.”

“Someone’s a little eager today.” She smirked, peeling the blanket off of you, her knee leaving its position in the process.

“Fine, I’m horny as fuck. Is that what you wanted to hear?” You revealed. She hovers over you, allowing your eyes to a treat of her bare body. Oh, yup. That ignited something in you.

“AJ, can I— can I top you?”

“Thought you said you needed me ‘so bad’.” She teased.

“Oh.” Your face fell. She bites back a laugh, “Baby, it’s totally fine. You can, absolutely. Go for it.”

You flipped her over, now being in her position instead. You straddle her though, eventually sitting down on her core carefully. You bent forward to reconnect your lips, cupping her face at the same time. You gradually moved lower, eliciting sweet little noises out of her mouth that was like music to your ears, having your yearning for more. “Feel good, babe?” You ask, now laying beside her, her breast right in front of your face. “Yeah, fuck!” She panted, a grin plastered on her face when you captured her nipple in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, she moans. Your hand skilfully reached out to her other breast and shamelessly massaged it. The noises from her don’t stop, on the brink of sounding pornographic at this point. You were quick to move even lower, your sleepiness long forgotten now. Pushing her legs open as she moved them herself, it was like a well-coordinated dance of sorts as you eagerly dipping your tongue into her folds.

“Fuck, baby. That feels so fucking good.” AJ hums, her hand tangling in your hair to keep you in place. You smiled in content, circling her clit and going faster. “Yeah, oh, fuck. That’s it, keep—”

When you slipped a finger into the mix, “Holy shit, oh, my God, okay.” She panted, eyes flicking downward to look at you. You two locked eyes, you purposely pushed into her harder, your finger stays curled to hit her g-spot repeatedly. With each whine, came a curse word, which made you feel like you were ascending into heaven. When her back started to arch off the mattress, she pulls herself a little further from you so you grabbed her hip and pulled her back. “Are you close?”

“Yeah, shit. Keep going, please. Please. I’m so close, babe.”

You detached your mouth and pulled out your finger just for fun. You wanted to see her squirm. “Baby, please…” She blindly reached for your hair, wanting you back on her and in her. “Please, y/n…”

You were going to give in either way, you just wanted to hear all of that. Once you’ve had enough of your fun, you attached yourself onto her cunt again, fingers resuming their movement. You watched her absolutely blissed out face as she rapidly approached her high. She looks so damn cute, wrapped around your fingers like that. Her eyes hooded as she looked right at you, not having a single thought other than one — she needed that release. You could not only see it, but feel it. The clenching around your fingers began slowly, but it soon became prominent, erratic. And then came the pulsing of her clit, as if it was convulsing beneath the warmth of your mouth.

“Come for me, AJ…” You coaxed, “Come for me. I know you want to— do it.”

With an absolutely obscene whine, she unravels, soaking your fingers and some of the bed beneath her. You watch, satisfied. “Oh, you’re so amazing.”

“Aw, I’m flattered.” You joked. She laid on her stomach for a moment before pushing herself up.

————

“Okay, baby.” AJ looked at you, “Come on, your turn.”

You laid down gleefully, ready for her to get started. “Still want me to take you however I want?” She asked seriously.

“Yup.” You confirmed, “Just fucking kiss me already, God. That was so, so perfect.”

She smiled, instantly giving you what she wanted. “You did so good.” She brushes the hair out of your face. “You wanna lay on your stomach for me, baby? Face down, ass up?”

“Okay.” You lazily started moving yourself after she took off your clothes and she helps, adding a pillow beneath you to aid the position and for your comfort.

“I’ll be back in a minute okay? I’m just going to grab a couple things.”

You knew, you knew just what she was going to retrieve and you were fucking happy about it. Your guesses were proven right when you felt the cool feeling of the lube hitting your skin. Chuckling, you felt another rush of heat force its way down and out of your cunt. “You probably didn’t need that much lube.” She laughs, “But it’s okay.” AJ finger ran a stripe up from your clit to your entrance and you squirmed, a whine reflexively heard from you. And that’s when you felt it- the tip of the strap teasing your folds before it settles at your entrance. She peered over to look at your face before she started pushing into you cautiously. Your mouth hangs open, a low groan emits.

As she gains momentum, she also picks up her pace, based on what she was hearing from you. However, due to your solo session a few hours prior, you found yourself near the edge sooner than you liked. “AJ?” You called out, “Can you edge me?”

Never would you have thought that you would say those words…but, AJ being AJ, she was more than happy to oblige.

“Sure, bunny.” She replied, her left hand groping your ass cheek as she slowed down. In the meantime, your soft needy noises kept that smile on her face as she admired you— face, body and anything else in between.

After a good while, you feel the apparent tightening in your core, an abrupt high pitch noise alerted her of it. “Want me to go faster, baby?”

You nodded enthusiastically, “But can you use your hands, please?”

“Of course, my girl.” AJ answered sweetly, gradually pulling herself out then pushing you to lay on your back. She doesn’t start immediately, but instead leaned in to kiss you for a little bit first. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah.” You answered, naturally a little winded.

“Good.” She caresses your cheek before relocating herself between your legs after spreading them apart. “So pretty.” AJ remarked, then you feel her ring-clad fingers gliding up and down your folds. Your clit pulses as her touch, asking for more. She listens, you feel her push her middle finger into you- you could feel it by how the rest of her fingers rested against you. She fingered you till you shook, a whiny mess before her eyes then slid her ring finger inside you. You let out a cry in surprise, “Yeah, yeah. Oh— God. I’m gonna come, AJ…”

And you did, swiftly unraveling once, then again when she continued the push and pull of her fingers then sucked you with her mouth. Pressing a kiss to your clit, she proceeds to pepper kisses all over your inner thighs as she rubbed them comfortingly as you came down from your high.

Removing the harness her attention was quickly on you again. “You’re okay, my love. You’re okay….it’s okay.” She cajoled, carefully making her way to your side to hold you in her arms. She brushes the hair out of your eyes and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You’re okay, hm?” She asks, her fingers combing through your slightly messy hair. You nodded, giving her the confirmation, “Yeah, I’m alright. I’m alright.”

She caresses your cheek, looking at you lovingly as your eyes began to droop, “Thanks for letting me try topping you, babe.”

“Oh, I loved it. Please do that again sometime.” AJ smiled.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Nope, you didn’t. You did so fucking incredible. I would’ve stopped you if you did hurt me. Don’t worry.” She assured. You nodded silently.

You gave her a sleepy smile, fighting the urge to fall asleep, “Okay.” You planted a kiss on her forehead, “I love you.”

AJ chuckles, rubbing your back, “I love you too, my girl. Get some rest, I’ll go make us some dinner.”

You mumbled a barely coherent acknowledgment to what she said while you snuggled closer to her chest, basking in her warmth and embrace. “I love you, AJ. So much.”

“I love you more, baby.”

#auli’i cravalho #aj campos #crush(2022) #hulu crush #lgbtqia #gxg #wlw #queer #wlw ns/fw #reader insert #x reader #female reader #Spotify

[tellnotalespod]

TNT S1 E1 - Not For Long came out on 2nd May 2022, which means Tell No Tales turns two today!

(and if we're being honest, TNT being in the terrible twos explains a lot about how emotionally fraught it's been recently)

Going ahead with this show is the best decision I've ever made, and it changed my life for the better. I'm so incredibly grateful for this community for welcoming me in 💜

I got a little nostalgic and found an old voice note (from almost three years ago!) that's posted under the cut. I sent this to Michaela (one of our ghostie VAs) almost immediately after having the idea for the show. It's edited a lil to keep it down to a reasonable length, because much like Leo Quinn, I sure can Yap.

[Image ID: A whatsapp voice note sent by me, followed by another message by me that reads "oh I think I've decided the name of the main character is going to be Leo, bc hell if I'm going to do this completely self-serving project for no other reason than the enjoyment of creating it then I'm damn well gonna use the name I'd use if I ever decide to change to a more masc sounding name." The following messages sent by Michaela on 4 July 2021 are sent in quick succession, "omggggggggg yesssss" "I want to listen to thisss" "I am 100% happy to help" "I love this idea" "so much" "pls do it" /.End ID]

Note: audio quality changes around a lot because I was, I think, dyeing my hair at the time

Voice note transcript:

 I have a… an idea. And it might be really stupid and it will probably never come to anything. However, I'm really excited about it. So... hear me out (LAUGHS). My idea is, uh, I want to write a podcast about an ex-employee of a ghost hunting company, and the- the basis of the podcast is... I literally just had this like half baked thought like five minutes ago, so bear with me while I talk this through. This character works for a quite renowned institute, company, whatever, organization that hunts ghosts. Uh, they destroy the ghosts whenever they're called to it, but the main character is starting to get suspicious of the fact that some of the ghosts that they're called to don't necessarily seem violent, and some of them are completely harmless and they just want to exist and so they have been working on a recording system that can capture the voices of ghosts. And they start off as an assistant to like the head of this company, but they're already starting to feel complicit in what they're becoming kind of more and more aware is potentially a very evil operation. And it's gonna alternate between like their their notes and the recordings of interviews with ghosts that they are sent to hunt, but don't. They sit down and they get their life story instead and then either leave them be or try to help them move on peacefully or whatever. And there's gonna be a bit of a, like a, an overarching plot in that the organization that they work for is corrupt, but not in the way that they think. And I'm thinking the main character is trying to, like, capture enough evidence, basically, before they can quit this organization- t hat's, that's, that's their intention, is they want to make sure that this recording system is completely functional. They want to capture enough evidence of completely harmless ghosts. They want to have like a huge backlog of stuff to use against the head of this company, and to do that, to have access to ghosts and all of that kind of stuff, they have to continue working for it, which they hate, but that's the only way that they see themselves being able to achieve good in the long run. So, the first season is going to be them, like, trying to work on this project in secret while you get glimpses of the boss doing some, like, shady shit. And like... who's to say that I need to finish my novel this month anyway? You know?? But fuck it, this is... I'm really excited about this, so I'm gonna give it a shot.

#tell no tales #tntpod

[virtie333]

WIP Wednesday

Well, I finished my current Damerey WIP last night. The editing may start tonight, but since I have tomorrow off, I may take it easy and watch a movie instead. Or both. You never know.

Anyway, instead of offering you a snippet of the new fic, which I hope to start posting on AO3 on May 9, I'm going to direct you to part of a chapter from one of my first Damerey fics. It was the inspiration for this new fic, and as you can probably guess, it's why this ended up being a rewrite of the sequel trilogy. Because, what if it started like this..?

Another day. Another ration pack. Or two. Rey’s haul that day hadn’t been big, but it would be enough for a meal, however small. She stopped her speeder just outside the limits of Niima Outpost, the sun low in the sky, and carried her load to the cleaning station. As she did so, she noticed three unique shapes off to the south, where visiting ships usually landed. She stopped and stared. X-Wings?

She had seen X-Wing fighters before, on the rare occasion some mercenary or outrider who happened to have one stopped on Jakku. However, it was obvious those models were old junkers, damaged during battle and disposed of by their owners as not being worth the money to fix, and then being taken on by someone who had the time to repair them enough to be travel worthy if not battle ready. These three ships were far from junkers. Sleek, well-cared for, and ready for combat, they had no insignia on them to identify who they belonged to, but there was only one group in the galaxy that used X-Wings effectively these days: The Resistance. Two of the ships were steel grey with blue and red marks on them to individualize them. The third was painted a very distinctive black with orange marks.

Rey continued on to the cleaning station. While she hadn’t found much in today’s scavenging, what she had was unique enough to warrant decent ‘pay,’ and after cleaning the old compressor engine, she was pleased to have earned one full portion for it. Putting the ration packs in her bag, she headed for her speeder, but a small group of humans caught her eye. There were three of them, and though they were dressed casually, she knew immediately they were the pilots of the three X-Wings she had seen. They stood out like a sore thumb amongst the rag-tag throng of Niima.

There were two men and one woman. The woman was young, less than a decade older than Rey herself, and though she was attractive, Rey recognized a hardness in the woman’s attitude; she was no pushover. Which made sense, since flying an X-Wing was not for the faint of heart. The man she was talking to was older, a bit thick around the middle, with a beard and a jovial expression. He did not look like a fighter pilot at first glance, but the way he looked about him with wariness spoke of someone who had been there and done that in his lifetime.

The third member of the group, who was talking to one of the merchants, was probably a bit younger than the other male pilot, shorter but fit, and his demeanor spoke of confidence and leadership. Something told her the black X-Wing belonged to this man. As she watched, the vendor said something that apparently amused the pilot and he laughed. Something inside Rey clenched, and she was immediately confused. Why did this stranger affect her this way? Suddenly, she realized the dealer was pointing at her, and all three pilots turned to look at her.

Panicked, Rey turned and started walking away, trying to be casual about it. She had no clue what they wanted with her or why the merchant had pointed her out to them; she had never had dealings with the man. She turned her head a bit and was dismayed to see the woman and the bearded man following her in her peripheral. They seemed to be in no rush, but their focus was undeniably on her. She was so intent on them she didn’t see the third pilot until she almost ran smack into him. Somehow, he had gotten in front of her and was now blocking her way.

He gave her a disarming smile, his brown eyes warm. “Hey, it’s okay,” he told her. “We just want to ask you a question.” When she stopped and gave him a brief nod, he held out his hand. “I’m Poe,” he told her. “Poe Dameron.”

She looked down at his hand and then back up at him, taking it cautiously. People rarely shook hands here on Jakku. His hand was warm and callused, and his touch was comforting. She bit her lip and pulled her hand back, more than a little confused by her reaction.

She saw his gaze drop to her lips, then he looked up and behind her, motioning to his companions. “This is Snap and Jess,” he told her.

Rey glanced back at them as they nodded, then she faced Dameron again. “Rey,” she said softly.

“I know.”

For some reason, his simple response made her heart beat harder and faster. Why did he seem so familiar? And why was she acting this way around him? Plenty of hot-shot pilots had come and gone from Niima outpost, and several of them had been handsome as sin. None had affected her like this man.

“We’re here looking for pilots to recruit into the Resistance,” he continued. “More than one person pointed out you as the best pilot in Niima, maybe even all of Jakku.” The corner of his mouth tilted up. “Do you have any interest in learning to fly combat spacecraft?”

Rey was stunned. Who had told him she was a pilot? It wasn’t something she broadcasted, and she sure as heck never thought anyone in Niima cared anyway. “Fly combat? Like an X-Wing?” she asked.

“Yep,” Dameron said with a smile. “X-Wings. A-Wings. Bombers. Whatever your talents fit with best.”

Rey was starting to get excited. To be able to travel around the galaxy and fly those amazing ships would be a dream come true. “That would be wonderful!” she exclaimed, but then reality hit her.

Poe had grinned at her reaction, but when her face fell, his did too. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

She blinked and looked at him. “I’m flattered by your offer, but I… I can’t leave Jakku.”

“Seriously?” he said, his expression disbelieving. “Why can’t you leave this dustball?”

Rey hesitated. How to explain something she had a hard time explaining to herself? “I’m waiting for someone,” she said, keeping it simple.

Poe looked disconcerted. “That’s too bad,” he told her. “We really need good pilots.” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Whoever you’re waiting for is very fortunate to have someone so loyal on their side.”

Rey felt her face heat.

He held out his hand again and she took hold of it more willingly this time. “If you change your mind,” he told her softly, “look me up.” He held onto her hand much longer than a simple handshake warranted, and she didn’t mind at all. With a sad nod, he let her go and turned away. Rey was barely aware of the other two pilots passing her and following him. Slowly, she made her way out of town and toward her speeder. She had mounted it and was getting ready to start it when the roar of engines caught her attention. She looked up to see the three X-Wings lifting off and heading upward toward space. She watched them until they disappeared in the dusky sky, then put her head down on the steering column and cried.

#damerey #fanfiction #jedipilot #poe x rey #planet x #inspiration #sequel trilogy rewrite

[windydrawallday]

Lockdown & Prowl HCs: Bounty Hunting Together!

Mostly musing about these rascals taking missions outside Earth and confronting factionless aliens in space.

Because of how there are planets so different from Cybertron and Earth, the first time Lockdown would pick a few missions in places with familiar characteristics for the cyber-ninja to navigate without much effort.

Or even pick a combo of upgrades that would aid better the kid during the journey (that means making Prowl try them and walk around to test and adjust the items... like a fashion model).

If the upgrades are for combat, they would have short sparring sessions. "Short" I said but for sure they would get carried away, trying to show off at each other as usual.

Lockdown learned the hard way that the kid doesn't take well the idea of missions focused on terminating the target. After their first and last one, Prowl didn't talk to him for many Earth weeks.

Prowl disapproves of but Lockdown doesn't care much about being mean and beating targets. Usually, the mismatched mech is mindful of keeping the prey intact (sometimes is a request in the task) but there's no forgiving if they scratch an inch of paint from his partner!

(What? Attachment? Do you know how pricey is gold paint in the middle of space?)

(... probably Swindle supplied some to them I MEAN--)

For that same reason Lockdown is careful to pick missions with targets that look like Earth's fauna: during one of those, Prowl made him carry the thing with an absurd amount of care because the kid couldn't tolerate seeing the alien suffer.

... But if Prowl sees the target giving an unnecessary display of violence to the bounty hunter, there is no peace of mind holding him back and he will return each hit to the target. The devilish proud smile Lockdown carries around after such events can last for days, annoying the cyber-ninja a little.

If the mission doesn't take a lot of time and they have spare moments to relax, Lockdown lets Prowl explore the surroundings.

On moments like that, Prowl usually organizes "picnics" out there to celebrate the accomplishment. Most of the time, the space poncho ends as a picnic blanket.

... or a blanket in general if Prowl ends exhausted during the trip. Sleepy cocoon easy to carry for Lockdown.

Knowing alien flora doesn't last far from its original planet, Prowl started to collect and press flowers after Sari told him about that old-fashioned human pastime.

When he goes solo in missions and if he remembers, Lockdown gathers up flowers and leaves them in a little corner for Prowl to judge if they fit on the collection.

And even if he repeats, Prowl saves the trinkets anyway just for the gesture.

#myart #ifellinrobothellagain #windy flock of ideas #tf headcanons #tf au #transformers fanart #maccadam #lockprowl #prowldown #shipping to the moon and back #i have been quite soso lately #and busy af and resting a lot #but while decluttering my google keep i found a lot of hcs like these! #i usually dont share my writing stuff because i dont think im good enough with them #and because i prefer to save them to use as prompts in the future #but you know what? its not fair to let them collect pixel dust there so #now and then ill release some in this way x) #and doodly-doodle to acompany #i want to draw them in more everyday bonding activities #i laugh at these anyways: it started in a way and ended in another #i have the attention span of a squirrel #btw english is not my first language so! bear with meee #EDITED main pic to put a Scintilla cameo in the background haha #lockdown/prowl #tfa lockdown #prowllock

[bylertruther]

i don't like season three when viewing it as a continuation of seasons one and two, but i do very much like season three when viewing it as the prequel to seasons four and five... hmmmmm.

#rewatching it bc i wanted to make another foreshadowing compilation post for myself regarding what will's actions will #likely be in season five re: vecna and lmao. so many things are just... it's like. it makes me laugh how In Your Face it is now #that we know all that we know. so many direct parallels both with dialogue and actions. mike/will/lucas/el foreshadowing their s4 roles. #the flaying of the holloways and the creels. the dormancy / activation shit. the building shit. the natural progression of their arcs. #the different ways that their characters approach problem solving and how we see tht reinforced by s4. it's so fascinating #genuinely i think idk it was just such a big culture shock i guess u could say from 1 and 2 that it was hard to digest on its own for me #but now that 4 is in the same vein it's like Oh. Okay. Yeah no. I get it now. That's cool. I'm forever bitter but I get it and respect it. #3 4 and 5 are a package deal considering they also said 4 was like part 1 of 5. #it also makes sense bc the point of 3 was that everyone was changing and building themselves in a new way and that #includes vecna so. just so fascinating how they link everything and how their vision is so consistent with certain plots and characters #like. the lucas max mike n will + el involvement is right there. the idea that they have to kill vecna and not just his puppets is right #there. that 2nd point starts in season two but three is where it really turns into an ''the end justifies the means'' situation #(especially for will which i think is something a lot of people overlook but—) #s3 is painful when considering their personal character arcs but fucking delicious when considering the overarching supernatural vecna plot #bc thts also when he starts his ''there is no stopping this'' shtick and actually enters the story #and he's fucking slimy lol. which i Love #anyway. omg first i defended mike in the rain fight and now i'm saying i kind of like season three who the FUCK am i!!!!! #crazy what feeling the need to defend a white boy's honor will do to you 😳