#i realise i asked for these and then proceeded to not answer them

[mcl38]

and in light of fun stuff i'd love to hear your thoughts on, saw a post a while back that got me thinking and basically reached the conclusion that carlos and lando's personalities complimented each other perfectly, which in a way brought out the best in both of them, while lando and daniel have very clashing personalities (not that they didn't get along eventually, just very different). meanwhile lando and oscar's personalities just like. match.

seen people say lando is to oscar what carlos was to him and in a way, yes (oscar clearly does look up to lando a bit and lando took the brunt of the media stuff in the beginning to make him more comfortable), but i also think there is a pretty big difference there. landoscar just feel very aligned to me idk. would like to hear what your opinions are :) think you always have good takes

so i left this for a couple days bc its literally been slow cooking in my brain like a stew... thinking abt this so much. u bring such a good point abt the difference between complementing and aligning / matching...

i often find it rly fun to look at friendships and relationships thru the lens of sibling dynamics - its my own personal brand of astrology or ig personality typology that im addicted to. and w carlos and lando i think the reason they 'complemented' each other so well was bc they very easily fell into an older-younger sibling dynamic - both r middle children, and idk the exact numbers but carlos should probably be around oli's age (landos older brother, who lando's rly close to, arguably the closest of all his siblings - not only did they used to travel for karting competitions back in the day, but nowadays they share a core friend group and go on holiday together, which is cute). so like, lando as a 19 year old rookie, shy but full of energy, is in the perfect position to be lightly bullied, shown the ropes, taught random shit, be shoved into walls, etc by someone who likes to play within that older brother role

so you have that first of all, which already creates some familiarity for lando (who otherwise is quite slow to thaw out of keeping ppl at arms length), and also the fact that they got along w each other quite easily. i dont think theyre that similar (again, complement, not match, its so brilliant), but theyre both entertained by quite simple things, which is y their humour tended to be so lowest-common-denominator: words that sound funny, hitting each other in the balls, dirty jokes, etc. i think where they DO find similarities is when theyre serious - they both have a very head-down team-first sort of attitude (which i think rly solidified in lando BC of carlos), so their trust in each other in terms of that helped make their more personal friendship rly straightforward and natural

daniel meanwhile... where do i start. i spent two years losing my mind in dms over the glorious trainwreck awkwardness that is dando and their interactions. i still cant QUITE parse it but its so good. u have lando whos used to having quite a reactive/passive friendship with carlos, suddenly putting his feet on the ground and his shackles up bc he stopped liking the directions he was being pushed in w daniel. i think daniel deffo is a big, domineering personality, naturally kind of selfish (youngest sibling AND im pretty sure the only boy) (im not judging him im also the youngest i can reclaim), and to keep it concise i think it kind of gave lando the ick.

lando is a very judgemental person, and his humour is quite specific - he'll laugh at the dumbest things ever, like the word 'blowy' or 'pubes' or jokes abt girls running away from him, AND also rly subtle sarcasm that takes a lot of context clues. but he just cannot operate within the middle ground: the typical snl-style (american type) classic humour. he just doesnt get it. when ppl try to do it with him u get things like 'lando i hope you're sitting down... you're p2' 'i don't know why will said that, i'm literally strapped to my seat' and 'throwback thursday' 'it's funny cos it's friday'. he sucks at metaphors and doesnt have patience to wait for punchlines, so the fact that daniel is kind of like universally 'classically' funny actually worked against him - especially bc daniel was fuelled w the confidence that lando liked him and found him hilarious

so thats actually the other thing - is daniels incapability of actually listening to lando. again, we kind of start from the standard of the carlos relationship, with lando as the reactor, but carlos was always rly attentive towards lando. and then daniel comes in - u have lando like a dog who figured out ur trying to exit the park and has suddenly refused to keep walking along, and daniel holding an endlessly extendable leash, whistling a little tune, completely oblivious that his dog is still like three streets down. lando was throwing him jab after jab after joke after joke for like the entirety of 2021 ('they just dig up jam' forever my favourite), but they would just fly over daniels head, making lando become more and more detached and disinterested in interactions w daniel. waaaay into their partnership as teammates, theres this video of lando telling daniel that theyre serving cookies (?) somewhere, and daniel says 'so you got a brownie?' and i think lando says smth like 'nah a cookie, not a brownie, otherwise i wouldve said brownies', to which daniel is like 'i respect that, you're finally dishing it back'. and i rmbr my reaction was like FINALLY ? WYM FINALLY?? hes BEEN doing this for SO LONG like ALL THE TIME now.

idk, its weird bc opinions r rly split on dando, some ppl in yt comments or reddit or whatever still say they were the funniest duo in f1, but other ppl will always pipe up saying the energy was awkward and it was clear they didnt like each other. neither of those things r true for me - i think they did like each other, especially later on (professionally, i think lando definitely had a lot of anxieties abt having to outperform the big new top dog in the team, which made him a bit colder, but i think he gained a lot of respect for daniel when he saw how much daniel was struggling but how much he was still willing to show up and do the whole job until the end w a smile on his face). i have a suspicion they probably get along way better 1 on 1, bc a lot of daniel's off-putting intensity happens when he tries to play up for the cameras. but i am also partly thankful for that too, bc we had a couple art challenges in 2021-2022 where daniel did all the talking, so lando could focus on having fun with his Little Tasks, and thats literally my fav type of mclaren video, so cheers danny.

so then we get to oscar. i think the main difference with oscar is that, for the first time, lando doesnt have a bigger personality imposing itself on him. if he used to b reactive with carlos and daniel, oscar is way more laid back and passive than him, which means lando is finally for the first time the one setting the pace. especially in the early days, this was obvious - lando would throw out the beginning of a bad joke, expecting to be interrupted or one-upped, but oscar would just sit there quietly creature-staring, waiting for lando to finish his train of thought. it was so awkwardly delightful. so what u get now is that lando isnt playing catch up anymore - which doesnt mean hes making oscar do it now. on the contrary, what ive found is that lando brings his personality to oscar-volume, which sounds like it would be dull but it so isnt. again, he thrives in quiet subtlety, and so does oscar, so u get videos like the finish the lyrics where u have to turn the volume all the way up to even hear what theyre saying, but its so worth it bc its SO fun once u do.

in terms of matching, theyre definitely quite similar in terms of humour. both of them love the awkward pauses and jim halpert looking into the camera and eye rolls and deadpan. it took a while to find their rhythm w two of them playing the same joke-role and not having a straight man (comedy term!!) to bounce off of, but i think they figured it out. theyre different enough in terms of family dynamics (oscar is an eldest brother w many sisters, but also younger than lando) that neither of them would fit a pre-made space, so they can just kinda be on equal level to each other. this is especially true since theyve grown up in the same circles - never raced each other directly, but lando moved up categories rly fast, which means oscar spent his late teens mostly racing ppl lando was racing in karting and early single seaters. (most significantly, max fewtrell, who oscar used to b in the junior renault academy with, and who i think is kind of a good representation of what lando and oscar have in common - lowkey, sarcastic, deadpan, but also not taking himself too seriously)

to come back to what u said abt oscar-lando being inverse lando-carlos: i also see it to some extent, like u said (theres those tiktok edit parallels like lando telling oscar to cut his hair the way carlos said it to him in 2019). i think its mostly something lando himself is conscious of and sort of imposes on himself - he often compares oscar's personal trajectory to his, like when he says oscar will open up and be less quiet once he gets comfortable (which was true), so i think hes deffo aware of the comparison. but i dont think it runs any deeper than that, bc i havent seen lando position himself as the same kind of mentor-guru in-the-know older figure. i just dont think his personality can mould to that

idk sorry for this novel size answer. i have even more thoughts abt oscar and lando that im currently trying to shove into a fic so like. all of this has been floating in my brain for ages now

#ty SO much anon beloved #pls dont let my delay descourage u from sending more asks like this #i realise i asked for these and then proceeded to not answer them #unfortchunately its demand avoidance its a thing in my brain that doesnt let me do things :/ this ask was delightful tho #SO funnnnnn hihiiiiiiii #anyways off to cook myself dinner #lando #oscar #anon #ask #carlos #daniel #lando norris #daniel ricciardo #carlos sainz #oscar piastri #mine

[welcometogrouchland]

Pacing back and forth rapidly rambling to my parents like a mad man trying to figure out whether or not I experienced sexism at film school today or if these guys are just assholes in a different way

#ramblings of a lunatic #like they made a couple comments about how one woman in the department (who's always stressed bc she has a busy job)- #-clearly doesn't ''like guys'' and gave them the wrong equipment to set them up for failure (??? okay???) #and proceeded to organise things so that. none of the other members (who were all girls and here's where i can't tell if it's coincidence) #-had ANYTHING to do on set. like didn't ask them to set up tripods (we all went to thr class where you learn to set up tripods...) #didn't ask them even to hold things or plug things in (they did ask me but only bc i spoke up and volunteered multiple times) #didn't even really talk to us much bc they were off in their own world setting up equipment (that we didn't need btw) #and i can't tell if they were just really focused or being exclusionary! #and i don't think there's a clear answer to any of this. if it did happen it's almost definitely unintentional. #it might've just been bad optics. again unintentional. and i don't know how the other girls felt or if they were bothered #so i can't claim to speak to collective experience #I'm just. I'M JUST PACING WONDERING IF I'M CRAZY #also i told them the one day i was available was today and they showed up and proceeded to have nothing for me (or any of the girls) to do #and now i don't even know what i could do. maybe ask the editor if they want an edit assist bc that's one of the roles #siiighhhh #also feel it's important to mention that one of the guys was on the autism spectrum #so i can't tell how much of it was exclusion bc he thinks he's the only one competent enough to do these tasks (and that coincidentally- #-the only other guy in the group is also the only one competent enough to help him) #or if he was just having a relatable social ineptitude moment where he didn't realise the rest of us felt useless and excluded #and i don't know how much that context effects the end result BC I DON'T KNOW IF THIS WAS REAL OR IF I'M JUST A HASHTAG FEMINAZI SJW LIB #UGH #(use of the word feminazi was ironic parody of the way sexists speak pls pls pls don't think i ever talk like that irl)

[singsweetmelodies]

Totally agree with you !

And don’t get me start on the « who is the new Charles girlfriend » gossip topic

People’s are insane and don’t know how to respect people privacy

Leave them alone

TRULY!! people just need to grasp the concept of basic decency and respect for other humans. like. yes they're celebrities and we love them very much. but they're also just PEOPLE, and they deserve to be treated with exactly the same respect and consideration as everyone else!! FFS.

though (and pls do not take the following with any amount of seriousness, lmao, i am just making a joke) EYE think the new charles girlfriend is none other than pierre gasly 😌 he's in his babygirl era at alpine, after all! and also, if there's anyone charles has been hard launching on his social media lately... it's pierre. come on. COME ON.

#asks & answers #anon #yes i COMPLETELY realise the hypocrisy of me coming on here and saying 'omg people need to be sane!!!!' #and then proceeding to be completely INsane about piarles myself #pfffft 😆😆 HOWEVER #i would never say ANY of this to either pierre or charles if i was ever lucky enough to meet them irl #that's the crucial thing that i think a lot of these crazy fans are just unable to separate #they can't make the distinction between 'be insane about your love for them IN PRIVATE' #versus 'treat them normally irl' #and ffs. just. TOUCH GRASS @ some people #fr

[diluc33rpm]

2/2 Do you have trust issues?

yeah dude where the hell did my assets go. think i have to sue the mf who ran away with them

#uhhhhHHHHHH #i don’t actually know how to answer this question #like... on the one hand i don’t THINK i have ‘trust issues’ per se but #on the other these asks are probably the most open i’ve been willing to be as of late and how do i do them.. by putting a joke in the post #and then proceeding to tuck my real answers away in the tags. which on my theme is effectively a collapsible hidebox. #so no one has to see them unless they opt in #good lord #i guess i kind of do? but for me i feel like i struggle to see it that way because it’s not as if i don’t take people by their word #(given i don’t have a reason not to obviously) #and i don’t particularly think my friends are gonna ditch me #i just. i don’t know how to talk to people about myself???? #i’ll go on like a madman about my interests every day of the week but when it comes to my thoughts and feelings outside of that #it seems inaccessible #i’ll be like oh i’m pretty genuine around people but the next second i realise do these bitches even know what my favourite colour is #contrary to my reputation outside of the bit i don’t think i ever lie to ppl outright. i just lie by reduction like a lot. like a lot a lot #and ig the logical extension to that is my bitch ass peacing out of existence for a while when things aren’t going so great for me #and promptly reappearing once i manage enough stability to be around folks again without going dead silent whenever im asked how i’ve been #only to be greeted with ‘???? BITCH WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU??? IT’S THE YEAR 2037 WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD’ #i hate how much i make people who care about me worry #but i also kinda don’t know how to solve that problem? ? ok google how do you be fine with the mortifying ordeal of being known #when in the first place you’re not sure how talking things out like that works #it’s weird. sometimes i think about how i’ve known my friends for years but i’m only just beginning to realise people want to be around me #and who don’t just interact when they need something from me or to have me answer their questions #not out of any mistrust towards them as individuals but moreso. ‘oh. this is a thing you can do? i didn’t realise that’ #just... didn’t know that was an option until it was presented i suppose #wow this is probably the most personal one of these’s gotten how’d that happen

[prettyfastcars]

triggered | Mob!Lando

Summary: The two of you had broken up just weeks ago, and it was mainly his fault. But no matter how hard he tried to win you back, you never gave him the opportunity to. Lando hadn’t heard from you or seen you at all in those weeks. And when he did finally catch a glimpse of you, it almost made his heart stop. He hoped he’d find you at a club, or walking down the city streets. He didn’t expect to find a suggestive photograph of you on another man’s phone. And that triggered his anger and jealousy in a way that nothing ever had before. 

Themes: exes-to-lovers, jealous!lando, smut, cam girl!reader, lowkey toxic ex!lando, degrading kink, brief aftercare, mild gun play, mild daddy kink

All he saw was pure red. 

Earlier this evening, Lando walked into one of the clubs he owned in this city to hopefully drink enough to forget all about the torturous day he’d had. It seemed like ever since the two of you broke up, he had only been having bad days. Mainly because half the time he was busy thinking about you and his brain wasn’t functioning well. 

So tonight, after a long day and the longest week ever, he just wanted some drinks and some peace. But of course, life had to torture him some more. 

Lando was lounging in one of the couches in the VIP area, constantly having to turn down all the girls who wanted his attention. He barely even saw their faces, they all seemed blurry and since they weren’t you, he didn’t care. So there he was, chilling when he heard a group of men nearby, over on the next couch, laughing and ‘ooh’ ing while looking down at one of their friends’ phone. 

As much as he wanted to have them kicked out for their loud, annoying voices, he couldn’t because they were some of the regulars. The group was here almost every weekend. And part of him was also curious to know what had their attention like that. So he listened intently as the guys proceeded to make vulgar comments on pictures that a woman sent one of them apparently. The club was loud, but he was close enough to be able to hear part of their conversation. 

“So did you like, ask for this?” One of them asked.

Then the one on whose phone the video was sent, he assumed, answered, “She’s like a cam girl who also does like a private chat thing if you send her enough money. So I requested pictures and she sent these.” 

The men laughed, slapping the guy who received the video on the back like he was a hero. 

Another asked, “So what’s her name?” 

“I don’t know. She always wears hot bunny costumes and she...” 

The rest of what he said did even register in Lando’s brain. He totally froze on the couch for a second there. 

Bunny costumes? Surely not… 

Lando knew of your past as a cam girl. You used to be quite a successful one too. But you stopped when you and Lando started dating about a year ago. Not because he wanted you to, but because you didn’t need the extra money anymore since Lando spoiled you rotten. 

His heart raced faster than the cars he liked to drive when he realised how many bunny costumes you owned. It was your go to Halloween costume each year. Plus during your cam girl days, you were known for them. 

It can’t be you, right? You wouldn’t… right? Not when he couldn’t even breathe right whenever he thought about how you had ‘broken up’ with him. 

He felt hot and cold at the same time, and something, like a twisted gut feeling told him something wasn’t right. So Lando quietly signalled one of his guards over and asked him to bring him that phone that was currently being passed around within that group of men, and also asked him to kick that whole group out. 

Within a minute or two, the group was gone and that damn phone was in his hand. And Lando lost it for a moment. All he saw was red, his heartbeats echoed in his ears, his hands shook. He had never felt this level of rage before. 

On the screen was a picture of a woman, scantily dressed. Black fishnets, black bodysuit, black bunny ears, black high knee socks. He tightened his grip around the phone so hard he wouldn’t be surprised if the screen cracked. The woman’s face was turned away, but Lando would recognise that body anywhere. A body he had touched, tasted, fucked too many times to count. 

It was you. And the red neon sign behind you only served as more proof that this picture was taken in your bedroom. A bedroom he was in just weeks ago, arguing with you before you two broke up. 

He was breathing heavily as if he’d run a marathon. He checked the date and time of the picture and turned out you had sent it that evening itself, and that only fueled whatever murderous rage had taken over him. 

Lando pocketed the stranger’s phone, and pulled out his own and called you. Of course you didn’t pick up and that only pissed him off even more. 

Within the next minute, Lando was out of the club, in his car and speeding towards your penthouse. He could barely think straight. He could barely function, it was a miracle he was still able to drive properly. 

His heart raced as he surpassed the speed limit like the law meant nothing to him. It rarely ever did but right now, all he cared about was finding you and fuck, he didn’t even know what the fuck to say to you. But he would remind you that you still belonged to him. 

He knew it would only piss him off even more but he pulled out that guy’s phone again, and with a few taps he found that damn picture again. He kept an eye on the mostly empty road as he swiped left and right to see if there were more pictures. 

There were a couple more. Same outfit, different angles. Always with your face hidden. Lando nearly threw the phone out the window but he knew he’d need it when he would confront you. So he tossed the phone aside, and punched his steering wheel instead. He hoped the pain would maybe take his focus away from the rage he felt, but he barely even felt the punch. 

He was shaking by the time he reached your penthouse. His entire being focused on only getting to your floor and knocking on your door. He barely even remembered if he had parked his car in the right spot. 

He took deep breaths in the elevator, trying to talk himself out of breaking down your front door the moment he got to it. It was late at night, so even if he did break down the door your neighbours would surely hear it and come investigate. 

And for what he had planned for you, he didn’t want an audience. Fuck, he was barely able to think straight after finding a picture of you in another man’s phone. He was certain he would commit heinous crimes if ever someone saw you half naked like that in real life. 

He banged loudly on your door. He could hear nothing but silence on the other end. But he knew you’d be home. Since less than an hour ago you sent pictures to a random man. 

He called out. “Open up, babygirl.” Lando growled, banging both of his fists onto the wooden door. The sound was loud enough that he could hear it echoing inside the spacious penthouse. He waited to hear something, and he did. Some kind of movement from the other side of the door, but the door remained locked. He yelled louder, “I will break down this door if I have to, baby. Is that what you want? Want me to cause a scene?” 

Apparently you didn’t because the moment those words left his mouth, he heard a familiar click. The door unlocked, but remained shut. He would’ve smirked and felt triumphant if it wasn’t for the fiery anger inside him which tried to claw its way out. 

Lando opened the door, rushed inside and slammed it shut behind him. At that point, he didn’t care who heard the commotion he caused. The moment his eyes met yours, he stopped giving a fuck about anything else. 

You stood near the entrance. Back against the wall like it would protect you from him. And what pissed him off even more was that you were still wearing that damn costume, minus the bunny ears, from the picture. Something in him snapped as he nearly pounced on you like an actual predator in the wild.  

Grabbing you by the neck, he pinned you to the wall. Ignoring your pleas, he pulled out that guy’s phone, found that damn picture and shoved it in your face. 

“Care to explain what the fuck this is?!” He snarled, squeezing your throat just a little. 

You didn’t have to look at the screen to know what he had found. You didn’t know what kind of twisted invisible string this was, that even after breaking up brought Lando back into your life. Like this no less. You’d been ignoring him for weeks, but somehow he found his way to you now. 

“That is none of your business.” You said, causing him to tighten his grip around your neck. Still, you whispered, “What I do is none of your problems anymore. We’re–” 

Lando cut you off by throwing the phone to the ground with enough force that it broke and bounced off the floor and hit the front door. Then he leaned closer to you, his eyes quickly scanning your barely dressed body. 

Your body reacted the same way it did back when you were together. All Lando ever had to do was give you those bedroom eyes and you’d be dragging him to bed no matter the time of day. 

His other hand reached into his pocket and he pulled out the shiny gun he always carried. It had his name engraved on it and everything. He used to let you play with back when–

Your thoughts came to an immediate halt when he carefully pressed the cold barrel of the gun to your parted lips, his eyes staring into yours. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little scared of him at that moment. After all, he hadn’t earned the reputation he had for nothing. 

“Keep talking, come on.” He whispered, dangerously calm now. “Tell me more about how you’re not my problem anymore.” 

He scoffed when you shivered, trailing the barrel of the gun down your body. Leaving your lips, down your chin, down in between your breasts. The almost see-through bodysuit didn’t leave much to the imagination and it both pissed him off and turned him on. He dragged the gun across your stomach, and further down until he pressed the barrel in between your legs, making you whimper like an actual bunny. 

He rubbed it in between your legs briefly before dragging it back up your body. “You wanted to be a slutty, little bunny so bad, didn’t you?” He cooed in that voice that sent shivers all over your body. “Go on then, run and hide. Hide as best you can.” He tapped the barrel of the gun on your lower lip a couple of times before saying, “And when I find you, I will remind you exactly who you belong to.” 

With that he pulled away, took a few steps back and gave you room to run. It was cruel, whatever game he was playing. But it was messing with your head, turning you on. 

Seeing you weren’t moving, he added, “I’ll count till ten. Better get moving, little bunny.” 

You ran, hearing him count in the background as your heart raced. The penthouse was spacious, with many nooks and corners to hide in. Like the wine cellar for instance. But Lando knew each and everyone of those hiding spots. He was the one who gifted you the penthouse after all. Besides, no matter how well you hid he would end up finding you anyway. 

Still, you ran deep into your walk-in closet and hid behind your thich coats. Crouched down in a corner, you waited to hear if he was coming. His voice reached you before he did. 

“I’m coming to find you.” Followed by a deep, scary chuckle. “And when I do, I show you exactly what happens to bad little bunnies who misbehave.” 

Time felt like it went by in slow motion as you listened intently for his footsteps. You heard it approaching. Then you heard your bedroom door opening and shutting. 

“You’re so predictable,” He sounded disappointed. Yet his voice made you clench your thighs together all the same. 

And you were too busy trying to process how your body was reacting to the fear, the sound of his voice, the anticipation of what was to come, that you didn’t hear him enter the closet. 

“I know you’re in here,” He called out in a voice that was so calm it made your heart pound even harder. “I can hear you trembling behind those coats, babygirl.” 

Shit. 

You barely processed it all when his hand reached in and grabbed you by the arm, dragging you out of your pathetic hiding spot. 

“Lando, please–,” 

He cut you off by glaring at you and said, “On your knees.” 

You quickly sank down to your knees in front of him, looking up to find a wild hunger in those pretty eyes of his. 

He spoke up again. “Now come on, we both know what that pretty mouth is good at. Show me.” He grabbed you by the back of your neck. “You wanted so desperately to be a little slut, right? Sending pictures to random men, huh? Come on then, make it good for me like a slut would.” 

His words put you under a spell. Your hands reached up to undo his belt, unzip his trousers and lower his underwear to free his erected cock. 

“Come on, little bunny.” He hissed, watching you as you wrapped your hands around his cock and placed your mouth on him, your tongue slowly circling his tip. 

Lando pushed himself deeper into your mouth. “Take all of me. This is all you’re good for, isn’t it bunny?” He threw his head back and let out a strained moan. “All you’re good for is sucking daddy’s cock…” 

You kept your eyes on his handsome face as you sucked on his cock. Lips parted and gasping as he tilted his head back. He looked every bit the powerful man he was. He groaned as he took over, pushing deeper into your mouth, fucking it like he owned it. 

“This is all you needed, isn’t it you little brat?” He taunted, as you gagged a little, taking him perfectly. “You wanted attention that bad, huh?” He hissed, fucking your mouth harder until your jaws hurt. “Isn’t that why you broke up with me? Because according to you I didn’t give you enough attention?” He thought back to that night you two ‘broke up’. 

That menacing tone of his made you squirm and it only added to the dampness which was forming in between your legs. 

He quickened the pace at which he moved in and out of your mouth. “All the trips, the cars, the penthouse, that beach house you threw a bratty fit for, all the shit I bought you. None of it was enough for your attention-seeking, bratty self, was it? Hmm?” When you didn’t respond, you earned yourself a smack on your cheek. “You still had to go look for more from another man, is that it?” 

You glared at him upon hearing the insinuation in his words. 

“Did you think anyone else could treat you like I do? Did you think another man would spoil you like I do?” His stare intensified when you dragged your tongue lazily over the slit on his tip, tasting some of his come and moaning as you did. Smirking, and just to push your buttons he asked, “Did you suck him off like this too?” 

That did it. You pulled away, snarling at him, “Fuck you!” 

You stood up fast, shoving at his chest. But he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer, his eyes focusing on your swollen lips. “So you cheat, and then you have the audacity to–,” 

You cut him off by raising your voice and saying firmly, “I didn’t cheat! We broke up, remember?” 

“And you are mine!” He hissed. “Remember that?” 

Before you answered, his mouth was on yours. His kiss was rough and it hurt in the best way. Lando pulled away for a brief moment, squeezed your cheeks so you couldn’t close your mouth. Glaring at you, he spat in your mouth before kissing you again. 

It was hot. And messy. And you were too lost in him to think straight, so much that you didn’t realise he was dragging you towards your bed until he pushed you down on it. 

Then he pointed at the red neon sign above your bed with a lethal look in his eyes. “This is where you took the picture, isn’t it?” His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, “Like a needy little slut.” 

You were quiet. Your brain was too foggy with lust to function. 

“Why’d you do it?” He asked, sliding his rough hands up and down your parted thighs. You spread them even more the moment he touched you and he smirked when he noticed it. “Was it for money?” He taunted, knowing full well he’d put enough money in your account for it to last a lifetime. 

All you did was whimper as he crawled on top of you, looking down at you like he couldn’t decide what to do with you. He knelt in between your legs, his hands toyed with the thin material of your body suit, his fingers tracing the outline of it along your inner thighs, then he abruptly tore it, the fabric giving in to his strong hands. 

His fingers tore at the fishnets as well, now exposing your wet folds to his dangerous stare. He touched you mindlessly, sliding his fingers up and down your slit, spreading your wetness around. 

“You’re not gonna show off this body from now on, you hear me?” 

“Now you have a problem with it?” You couldn’t help but scoff. “Isn’t that how we met?” 

That earned you a slap on the thigh. You yelped in pain before glaring at him. 

“Yeah we did. And now you’re mine so no one gets to see you like–,” 

“But we broke up.” 

Lando hated being cut off. But what he hated more than that was when you argued over stupid shit like this. “Say that bullshit again. I dare you.” 

You gulped at the sound of his voice. Cold, bitter, threatening. He was getting on your nerves, and perhaps that’s why you whispered sassily, “We broke up.” 

And that did it. His hand pinned you down on the bed by wrapping around your neck to keep you in place, while his other hand wrapped around his cock. Pumping it once, twice while holding your stare. 

You could cry that’s how badly you needed him inside you. Lando wasted no time sliding inside of you. Giving you no time to even think, he moved in and out of you in a way that had you crying out loud. 

He held your stare as he fucked you hard and fast, barely giving you time to breathe right. He leaned in again, whispering against the corner of your open mouth, “We broke up, huh? You think we’re done, babygirl? Is that why your pussy is strangling my cock?”

You could feel your face getting hotter as your walls clenched around him over and over again, as he sped up and pounded into you. You felt all of him stretching you out, filling you up, moving rapidly in and out of you until he was all you could focus on. 

“Is this what you wanted, little bunny?” He whispered, pounding into you relentlessly as he bent down to bite your lower lip and tug on it. “Is this enough attention, baby?” 

You moaned at how perfect his warm body felt on top of yours, his weight pressing down on you. He couldn’t even bother to get you properly undressed, but something about being so dishevelled as he fucked you, fishnets torn, bodysuit in tatters, it only made it hotter. 

His slight stubble tickled your skin as he kissed your face and bit on your lip. Your legs trembled as his thrusts, relentless and unbearably good. The pressure around your lower body was familiar, tight and hot.

Lando looked at you as you tightened around his cock. He smirked, looking down to where his cock disappeared into you each time he thrust in. “See?” He whispered, “You’re all mine again. Only mine.” The possessiveness in his voice only made you clench around him again. 

His hand squeezed your throat, making you moan even louder. “My dirty little slut. Look at you, all cock drunk.” He scoffed, giving you yet another messy kiss. “Are you gonna be good from now on? When you want something, you open that slutty little mouth and ask me for it, you understand? Be it attention, money, or some cock to fill you up.” He growled. “You come to me!” 

You whimpered, unable to say anything because of how good he felt sliding in and out of you. Fuck, you had missed this. So much. You whined again when his hand let go of your throat, fingers trailing down your squirming body until his fingers found your clit, toying with it while he pounded into you mercilessly.

“Are you gonna be good from now on?” He stared deep into your eyes as he spoke. “You’re mine, and you’re damn lucky that guy didn’t touch you otherwise I would’ve fucking killed him.” He spoke in a fit of rage again, fueled by his lust. 

“Please…” You whimpered, squirming and unable to hold back anymore. You needed to come so bad, you could feel your eyes tearing up. Your thoughts were a mess. 

Lando leaned in to kiss your exposed shoulder while he fucked you. “Answer me first.” He whispered, his warm breath tickling your ear. “Are you going to fucking behave or not?” 

“I will!” You squealed when he bit down on your shoulder. 

“Good girl.” 

And you couldn’t hold back anymore. You came undone all around him. Moaning and back arching off the bed as you came hard around his cock, tightening around him even harder than earlier. 

Lando kept pounding into you as your orgasm washed over you, your walls squeezing him violently. Your body trembling under him. “That’s it, babygirl. Come for me.” 

You could hear the untamed hunger in his deep, growly voice. He groaned until he came undone as well. You whined and whimpered as you felt him filling you up, his thrusts slowing down, his cum dripping down your thighs. 

—

You didn’t remember when he cleaned you up and changed you into your favourite onesie before getting in bed with you. All you remember is waking up at some point during the night, cuddled up with him, safe and warm in his arms. 

Lando was awake still, his fingers lazily tracing shapes over your back. You cleared your throat awkwardly and waited for him to say something. 

“Why'd you do it?” He asked. 

You were silent for a moment. Then answered, “I thought it was time I move on and earn my own money.” 

“Your own money.” Lando scoffed. “You have money.” 

“It's yours. I'm not gonna use your money when I'm not with you.” A pause. “I've started looking for an apartment, I'll move–,”

He cut you off by twisting his body, and yours, so you laid on your sides facing each other. Even in the dark you could feel the intensity of his stare. He grabbed your chin roughly and spoke in that low, menacing voice. “You are gonna stop with this nonsense.” 

“But–” 

“Shut the fuck up, baby. Don't piss me off.” 

You frowned but kept quiet for a few moments. Having him be this close to you reminded you of how addicting he could be. His handsome face. His pretty eyes. His touch. The way he couldn’t help but order you around. He was infuriating. But he made your heart flutter. 

“So,” You mumbled, “Now what?” 

Lando let go of your chin and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into him. He ignored your question, and instead asked, “Are you in pain?” 

You quickly assessed your body and replied, “Just a little sore. That bite on my shoulder hurts though. It's gonna leave behind a mark.” You wrapped an arm around his lean waist too. 

“Good.” He said arrogantly. “It'll remind you that you belong to me.”

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[mochiroreo]

I had to sign to the Devil now I’m on

Alpha!Rafe Cameron & Alpha!JJ Maybank x Omega!reader

TW: 18+ MDNI, NON-CON, DUBCON, afab!reader, reader being called “honey” most of the time, toxic alpha behavior, threesome, rough unprotected P in V, creampie, fingering, squirting, oral ( f receiving), choking,degradation, biting, primal play (non-consensual), a/b/o terminologies, marking/bonding, spitting, (let me know if I have missed anything!)

Author’s note: screw my halloween thingy. i clearly underestimated myself by thinking that I can write something short and call it a day while working full-time and writing book reviews as a side job lol. love you all and thanks for sticking around!

P.s. this is not beta’d hehe. We die like men.

“Do you need anything else?” Concern was evident on your mother’s voice, her shadow showing that she’s still outside your door, patiently waiting for an answer. “I-I’m fine mom..” you breathlessly answered “I t-think I can h-handle this for now.. thank you.” Before you even finished thanking her, another wave of nausea made you stumble towards you toilet. You tried to empty your stomach that was already empty for days now, puking your heart out.

Hearing you vomiting, your mom entered the room and held your hair out of the way, kneeling with you while rubbing soft circles on your back. She helped you cleaned up yourself, gently laying you down on your bed before arranging an array of snacks and microwaveable soups near your desk along with medication that might help ease out the pain and.. heat spells.

“I will ask your dad to give you space, we will go out for a few days, I know how much you hate our scents at this time. I am so sorry honey I cannot help you—“ “it’s alright mom. This is already too much.” You smiled at her, easing her nerves before quickly pressing a kiss on your forehead, trying not to overwhelm you with her own scent. “Just message us once you feel like its over, okay? Or anything, really.” Giving a curt nod, she left your room, hearing her softly talking to your dad.

Both of your parents are Alphas, based on the genetics class that you took, you have to be an Alpha as well. Everyone around you presented months ahead of you, some even years. Being the only late-bloomer at a small town, word quickly travelled and you were labelled as the “odd” one. You ignored them though, confidently assuring yourself that you are going to be one of the small numbers of being an Alpha. Omegas were very rare as well, yet you would rather be an Alpha with how severe Omega heats are. And as far as you know, if an Omega presents, their heat immediately follows. You really don’t want to be handling two major things in one sitting.

Something in your gut was not feeling right as you listen to your lecturer, taking notes on all the possible symptoms for every class.

You were having a small crisis during one of your breaks at the university, frustrated at still not having a status on the ‘hierarchy’ while ignoring texts from 2 annoying people that you try not to meet on campus every day. Your phone kept on vibrating, making you sigh in annoyance and proceeding to block those 2 numbers despite knowing that they will find another way to send you messages.

The two annoying people that got blocked was JJ and Rafe, who happens to be the top Alphas on the campus that you pay no mind to. Who also happens to be the people you have drunkenly slept with after a night long of partying for the first time. Waking up sandwiched in between of them, all three of you covered in bites and hickeys, your mind quickly presented every possible thing that the woman at campus might do to you. You carefully slide out of their hold and quickly dressed up, tiptoed your way out without even leaving a note.

You tried to act normal the next day, thinking that if you don’t pay any attention to them they wouldn’t notice you nor remember what happened that night. But with how heavy their gazes are towards you, you quickly realised that they are not on the same page as you are. Confusion ate you as to why would it bother them, but you continued to avoid them and their gazes. It was quiet for a while, before they started texting you. It went from “Hi. Its JJ :)” “Hey its Rafe” to “Would really love to feel you again” “you were so hot that night” which made your cheeks burn in embarrassment, quickly deleting their messages, only to be met with a new number and tons of missed calls.

You do not get their obsession at all, cause you are pretty sure you were hammered that night. Shots after shots, cocktails after cocktails, you were sure you just got wild and did the usual things to them that would be done with a normal hook up. You did not expect your first time partying to end up in their arms, but sure as hell you do not want to experience whatever might happen if word goes out that you slept with the “hottest” people in your university.

Sighing, you stared at your melting smoothie. The gloomy weather was affecting you as you slowly face the sky. You looked down at your sprawled out notes, trying to talk to yourself to study instead of overthinking about when you would present. The sky looks gloomier, making you quickly pack your things as it looks like its going to rain, when suddenly you felt dizzy.

You quickly balanced yourself, clutching your bag near your chest in shock. You were just thinking on what might be the reason before another wave of dizziness hits you once again. Sitting down slowly on the bench, you quickly messaged your bestfriend if she can take you home. Your best friend immediately came to where you are, helping you on her car. “Holy fuck you look so pale” she commented in the middle of the drive towards your house, your hair sticking at your nape and your forehead as you feel hot and cold at the same time.

Your best friend told your parents what happened, letting you rest. A few days rest would be enough, you thought. That clearly did not work. 5 days went by like a blur, days were spent on having the highest fever ever to vomiting the soup that you ate for lunch. And with how severe and noticeable the symptoms are, your parents chose to go out for a while to not overwhelm you with their pheromones, leaving you alone.

The nausea that you had throughout those days was replaced with something more embarrassing and something that made you cry in frustration. The sudden heat and wetness that kept on pooling on your legs with the excessive amount of releasing pheromones into the air only meant one thing.. you’re presenting as an Omega and you’re having your first heat.

You laid down sweaty on your bed, the room stuffy and boiling hot for you despite the cold autumn air entering through your windows and the AC that you have turned on. A wave of pleasure had hit your body, your hands pushing down the garter of your soaking wet underwear, immediately slipping two fingers in your deprived pussy. You mewled at the sudden feeling, thrusting your fingers almost immediately to relieve yourself. Holding your legs up, you continued to pump your fingers in and out to reach the climax that seems so far away. You cried out in frustration, stopping your actions when you’ve realized that whatever you’re doing is not and won’t be enough unless its an Alpha.

You quickly grabbed your phone beside, messaging your bestfriend about your situation.

“I am hundred percent certain that I’m presenting as an Omega and I’m having my first heat. Do you mind telling Pope to— you know..? Visit me.. if he’s there at the party”

Pope was your safest bet for an Alpha to help you out. The guy was the kindest and definitely one of the smartest people you have ever met, so you trust that whatever he would do would help you and ease the pain. There was a sudden pain in your chest from your heat that pushed you to release more of your scent, you’re breathing so fast that you try to ease the pain by curling into a ball. Waiting for it stop, you heard your phone pinged and quickly took a look at your bestfriend’s message that says “Oh shit, I’m on it 🫡”

You waited for what seems to be hours, as your heat becomes more and more unmanageable. You tried to look decent at least, a red, thin silk nightgown that sits on your body perfect and a properly brushed hair before swiping some strawberry lipgloss. You felt bare and nervous with Pope seeing you in this state, but you cannot help at thinking that this might be a step on having a serious relationship with someone reliable and can help you out with your cycles.

The doorbell rang, making you gulp nervously before trotting downstairs to open the door slightly and what you saw just made your stomach drop along with your smile. “What the hell are you both doing here?” You asked with squinted eyes, holding the doorknob tightly.

JJ’s huge smile greeted you while Rafe just smirked in amusement. “Are you that disappointed to see us?” JJ asked, making you squint harder at him in annoyance. Rafe just chuckled before pouting to mock at your expression, leaning on the door frame which made you close the door a bit more. “Aww, she doesn’t wanna see us.” “Shut up. I asked you guys a question, what are you both doing here?” You continued, trying not to get overwhelmed with both of their scents as you will yourself not to give in.

“Well, we heard something from a little birdie that someone has presented as an Omega and well.. that someone, requires some top Alpha service.” JJ answered behind Rafe, a menacing smile on his face as he stares on your paling face. “Mhm,” Rafe nods in agreement before slightly pushing the door, gripping the edge tightly. “Do you know who that new Omega is?” The slight push exposed your thin nightgown, and based on Rafe’s darkening expression and JJ’s slightly wide eyes, you knew that you’re running out of time to push them away.

“I don’t know what you guys are talking about.” With an eye roll, you were about to slam the door, when both of them pushed it to stop you. You were still holding the door knob so you tried to push it close only to be met with resistance. “Seriously, you’re fucking choosing Pope? When you have us?” Rafe asks, his blue eyes staring at you so intently as he try to sneak a peek at your body behind the door. You heard JJ sigh, laying his palm flat on your door, hearing the clunk of his rings. “You know.. I feel a bit betrayed. You, choosing a good friend of mine, instead of me? Have you forgotten what you said to us THAT night?”

His emphasis made you shut your eyes, the image of their bare torsos flooding your memory and their breathless sighs made you clench your legs, unknowingly releasing some pheromones into the air that wafted straight into their nostrils. Both taking a deep breath, your scent smelling like amber, honey, and vanilla, making both of them salivate. You snapped out of your daze when you noticed them being quiet, realising your mistake when you noticed that their eyes are almost black,irises swallowing the pretty blue hues of their orbs.

You tried to push the door shut once again, both Rafe and JJ trying to push it open. “Open the door, honey. Come on.” Rafe said menacingly, staring you down. The vast difference of your size to them made you shiver in fear and anticipation on what they might do to you. You slapped yourself mentally before trying to push it shut again. JJ clicked his tongue before sighing “That’s it.” He mumbled under his breath before giving Rafe a short nod. Rafe just smirked before they both gave the door one solid push, making you tumble backwards.

Preventing yourself from falling backwards, you immediately balanced yourself, slowly stepping back while maintaining eye contact with the two. Your heart is pounding inside your chest so loud that you can hear it together with your heavy breaths. Rafe and JJ’s stature just scares you, their toned arms ready to capture you as they walk towards you like a predator catching its prey. When a click was heard with JJ shutting the door, you quickly grabbed whatever was near you, which happens to be a vase, and threw it towards the two.

With Rafe being the closest, he barely managed to dodge it, scraping the side of his arm. He just looked at you, snapping his neck as he chuckles. “Oh woohh..” he exhaled, a menacing smirk on his lips as JJ just laughed beside him. “You shouldn’t have done that.” He growled lowly, not taking his eyes of your quivering form. “Run, honey. Cause once we catch you—“ you did not even let JJ finished his sentence before you start running upstairs, hearing their laughter echoing throughout the empty house.

You were panicking, trying to wrack your brain on where to hide. Your house was a decent size, so even though there’s not much place to hide, you still knew what places they might not even spare a glance. You crawled inside a spacious cupboard that is concealed behind the door in your guest bathroom, talking to yourself inside your head to slow down your breathing.

“Honey~ come out, come out wherever you are~” JJ called out in a singsong way while Rafe just chuckled. You heard their steps getting closer before hearing them walk away to check whatever room they haven’t checked. Covering your mouth in fear, you closed your eyes to stop yourself from shivering. You just wanted this to end, this fucking heat. This situation. This was far from what you wanted already, from discovering you’re an omega to seeing the people that you hate so much outside of your house instead of Pope.

It was suspiciously quiet, yet you did not move. You were still trying to control your thoughts and your shivering body, your hair sticking into your skin with how warm you are feeling because of your heat and because of the cramped space. You felt another ripple of pleasure, making you close your eyes shut. “Not now, not now, not now” you plead to yourself, the heat being way more worse after the confrontation. You didn’t hear anything from outside. Trusting your gut feeling, you removed your hands from your mouth and finally opened your eyes.

Only to be met with Rafe and JJ’s big smile that made the blood drain from your face.

“Boo.”

A deafening scream escaped your throat as Rafe grabbed you out of your hiding space, your arm suffering from a bruising grip. You did not stop trying to hit him or JJ even when he carried you over his shoulder, trying to hit his back while also aiming to kick JJ. Rafe smacked your ass, the pain immediately traveling to your wet core. JJ smelled it in the air, watching you sob as Rafe plopped you down on your bed. They both stared at your disheveled state, your nightgown sticking to your skin, highlighting your pebbled nipples that are now evident thanks to the cold air from you open window.

Both men did not waste any time, taking off their clothes as you watch in shock. You cannot help your eyes trailing down, from their faces that showed no other emotion than want, to their taut arms and muscles. Your eyes widened when you saw how huge their cocks are just because of your heat, Rafe’s longer and a bit curved while JJ’s a good length yet clearly thicker than the other, making you gulp in fear and anticipation, your hormones taking over your mind as it turns into a mush.

They were both beside you in an instant, with Rafe landing a slap on your cheek that does not sting much yet brought your mind down back to your body again. “Why can’t you just follow, huh? This wouldn’t have happened if you just listened to us.” You continued to just stare at him, trying to cover your breasts using your arms before you felt JJ wrapping his hand around your neck. “He is asking a question, honey. Come on now.”

Your eyes started to water yet you felt your pussy clench on nothing, instead of answering, you have accidentally let out a soft mewl.

“Fuck, look at you.” JJ spoke, licking his lips as his hold on your neck slightly tightened. “Who would have known that you will love this?” Rafe grabbed the neck line of your night gown before ripping it, making you gasp. You felt vulnerable by the sudden action, trying to cover up your body which made them both annoyed.

“Who told you to cover yourself up, slut?” You felt Rafe smack your leg, before shoving it upwards to show them your weeping cunt. Your face heated up in shame with how wet you are, your own juices trailing down your legs. You didn’t get to answer back as JJ lets go of his hold on your neck before leaning down to kiss you. The kiss is sloppy and extra messy because of what your heat was doing to them. He tasted every corner of your mouth as you obediently open to let him, tongues dancing with each other, biting his bottom lip which made him groan into your mouth. The sound made your pussy clench on nothing, making Rafe laugh mockingly.

“Aww, look at this weeping cunt. I bet you had a hard time huh? It’s alright, I will make you feel good.” You didn’t have enough time to get down from the high of JJ’s kiss when you felt Rafe lick your folds slowly, coating his tongue in your essence. The action made you grip JJ’s hair while he press wet kisses on your neck, sucking and licking as he covers you with hickeys.

Your brain turned into a mush, the fight inside of you now long gone as you feel mind-numbing pleasure from the both of them. Rafe continued to plunge his tongue inside of you, his thumb rubbing your clit in circles, his mouth and chin covered in your slick as he continue to eat you out. Sliding a finger inside of you, you immediately moaned and clenched, making the kook king smirk mockingly. “And she wants to put up a fight? Hah.” JJ commented before latching on your nipples, teasing it between his teeth and feeling it harden on his tongue. You don’t know what’s happening anymore, other than the feel of their mouths on your body. Rafe slipped in another finger, and another when you mewled.

His three fingers pumped in an out of you, setting a punishing pace. You had long shut your eyes, brows scrunched in pleasure with your mouth agape. JJ tapped your cheek repeatedly, making you open your eyes. “Keep your eyes open and watch us fuck you.” You watched Rafe suck your clit, fingers squelching as it tries to go deeper everytime, and when he curved his fingers and felt that rough texture, your eyes rolled at the back of your head, snapping open that release that you’ve wanted for days.

Rafe felt your pussy flood with your cum, clenching hard on his fingers. Continuing still, JJ grinned when he watched your legs shake, making Rafe pull back. “Oh shit” he muttered, both of them seeing the liquid gushing out of your cunt. “God.. thats fucking hot.” Brushing his hair upwards, while Rafe wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, your chest heaving up and down.

You were tired but not yet satisfied as your mouth waters at the sight of their cocks, seemingly larger than earlier. You wanted to suck and taste it, feel it heavy on you tongue but it seems like they don’t want that today. Both men positioned your body for what they want to do, JJ sliding underneath you with Rafe positioning himself above you. Your eyes were slowly closing, before a slap echoed on the room. “Fucking wake up, you hear me?” With a clenched jaw, Rafe grabbed you by the jaw with force, making you nod your head. JJ cackled, pressing his bare chest on yours. “Where’s the fight that you had earlier? Gone already?” He continued to made fun of you, feeling him rub his tip to your puckered hole. “Knew it was this easy to get you like this. Why are you even playing hard to get?”

Being sandwiched between them two sent your brain into an overload. All you were thinking about was the relief and pleasure of having them and taking them both. The fight inside of you turned into craving the feeling of their lips on your skin, their pheromones clouding your mind as much as your cloud theirs. You felt your slick drip down, from your puffy pussy lips to your hole. You felt the soft tip of JJ’s cock poking your hole, lubricating it with your slick and with his pre-cum before pushing in slowly. The intrusion made your body tense up, craning your head back and resting it on his shoulder. JJ hissed with the tightness, holding in a breath as he push,push,push inside of you. Rafe noticed how you scrunched your eyebrows, making him rub circles on your clit to loosen you up.

The sudden action made you scratch JJ’s arm that was holding you in place, squirting as he is finally balls deep inside of you. JJ lets out a shaky breath while Rafe only chuckled, before pushing his huge cock inside of you without warning. You gasped, looking down to slightly to see his flushed body connecting with yours while feeling JJ behind you, hands now holding your legs open. Leaning closer, Rafe growled in your ear while JJ moaned on the other side. Both men tentatively gave you one hard thrust, making you clench on the both of them.

The action made both of them give you another hard thrust, hands digging on your waist and hips, trying to create a rhythm. Rafe’s thrust were continuous and forceful, immediately hitting your sweet spot which made you curl your toes while JJ’s were short yet deep, stuffing your entrance so full of his thick cock that all you can think about is how full you are and how mind-numbing the pleasure is.

JJ constantly sucks hickeys on the side of your neck while Rafe attacks your lips with a searing kiss, their hips never stopping as drools drips from the side of your lips. Both blondes cannot help but bask on the feeling of your wetness and the squelching sounds your holes are making while you moan so erotically for them to hear, your sweet scent making it more pleasurable for them. “I-I’m close.. oh god I’m so c-close..!” You tried to warn them, holding Rafe close as you drag your nails on his back making the taller male stutter out a low moan.

Your warning just made JJ’s urge to own you stronger, grabbing your hips in a bruising hold as he piston his hips, feeling his wet balls smacking your ass with every thrust, prompting Rafe to do the same. “Take it— fuck, take it you fucking whore..!” He whispered with Rafe wrapping his hand on your neck, squeezing slightly making you open your eyes. “Doesn’t this remind you of that night?” He asks, following JJ’s rhythm. Tears flowed down your cheeks as you get overwhelmed with pleasure, constantly moaning and releasing a series of ah,ah,ah as a bitch in heat. “You told us you are ours that night, stuffing you so full like this.” He smirked at you, watching how filthy you look like, taking both of their cocks and letting them have their way with you. JJ chuckled breathlessly when he hear what Rafe said “yeah— fuck— remember how she moaned that night while holding her legs open? Then acted like nothing happened, now look at you. Back to doing it again for us.”

You were too far gone. Their comments slipping down your brain as your body focused on the fullness and the harsh circles on your clit that you don’t even know who’s giving you with your eyes rolled at the back of your head. “C-coming..!” You didn’t even finished your warning as you cum, clenching on both of them tightly. Yoyur body convulsed, mouth slack and open which prompted Rafe to spit on it. Both men felt your hot slick wetting them both, chasing their own highs.

JJ looked at Rafe, licking his bottom lip before cocking an eyebrow. A silent challenge to the other alpha male before sinking his teeth on your shoulder blade. The sharp pain made you open your eyes full of unshed tears, breathing heavy as pain and pleasure mixed inside of you. JJ licked the wound, pressing with kisses before huskily moaning, releasing his cum deep inside of you, filling you up as he relishes on the high from the sex and from marking you as his. “Mine.” JJ whispered while looking at Rafe, clearly challenging the other with a smug smirk.

Rafe snarled, baring his teeth on the other blonde before thrusting deep inside of your abused cunt and biting the other side of your shoulder. His bite was rougher than the other, hot pain searing inside of you as you open your mouth in a silent scream before feeling him cum deep inside of you. Kissing the bitten area of your shoulders, they both stayed inside of you before pulling out at the same time. Your tired state was evident with how flushed your cheeks are and how your eyes were barely open.

Both of them stood up, JJ laying down your tired form properly on the bed while Rafe grabs a wet cloth to clean you up. While cleaning you properly, both men cannot help but watch you sleep while baring their marks, officially marking you as theirs. They want you for themselves but both of them won’t back down, settling on the terms that they share you, as long as its only the two of them that gets to taste and fuck you.

They held your body close, the haze of stuffing you full still buzzing on their system as they settle beside you. Looking at their bite marks, both of them grinned foolishly, finally claiming you as theirs.

“You fucking assholes!”

Both men immediately sits up in shock, still sleepy from the draining activities last night. When they both opened their eyes, they saw you standing in front of your mirror, staring at the bites that they left on each of your shoulder blades in horror.

You looked at both of them in disbelief, hiding the marks with your hands while you sob. JJ and Rafe just smiled at you, clearly proud of their work. “Get out— get out!” You screamed at their faces, ignoring the fact that your heat is still not finished yet. Feeling betrayed that they staked their claim. Now everyone will know who claimed you, their pheromones will always cling on your skin and your body reacting more actively when they’re closer because they had bonded you without your consent. You sobbed at the fact that instead of having someone mature to help you out on your heat cycles, you instead got two of the most possessive bastards in the world.

Rafe just leaned back while JJ rested his head on his hands. “Now, now” JJ started. “I think you need to calm down. We really need to teach our little omega how to speak to her Alphas properly, right, Rafe?” The other just chuckled, eyeing your naked body with lust. “Oh definitely. I cannot have a bratty little omega prancing around with such a dirty mouth. I guess, we both need to stuff her mouth with our cocks, put her into place huh?” You ignored them and screamed “oh fuck off! You fucking pieces of shit!” Your chest was heaving in anger.

Rafe grabbed the lamp besides him and threw it on the wall behind you while JJ lets out a warning growl.

You just stared at them in shock, covering your now cowering body as they stare at you intensely with clenched jaws. JJ stood up, walking towards you before dragging you forcefully towards the bed by your hair. Letting out a scream,he shoved you down the bed with your ass propped up for both of them to see, before landing a harsh spank on your ass. You cried out in pain, before feeling Rafe’s hand on your nape, pressing you down and choking you.

“You are ours. OURS.” He threatened through clenched teeth.

The sun went down. The day ended with you covered and full with their cum, using and abusing all your holes, covered in hickeys and bruises that will last for days. Clearly expecting you to learn your lesson, your mind blank as you take and take whatever they give you.

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[thesunisatangerine]

untitled - alexia putellas x reader (preview)

edit: this is a preview of this fic

content rating: explicit

Minding her bad knee, you flipped the both of you over with a strength that even surprised yourself and with how Alexia’s brows raised high, you supposed it took her off guard, too. You settled your weight on her stomach and you bit your lip when you felt her abs tense against your core, and the desire in you blazed into a raging inferno that threatened to burn you inside out.

She grabbed your ass in both hands with a firm grip, making you gasp when her hold made you grind against her stomach, her eyes smouldering as she looked up at you. That look was your last straw; you couldn’t stop fighting your desire anymore so you let it swallow you whole. You fell forward, bracing your weight against your elbows as you craned your neck to kiss Alexia, rough and desperate, her lower lip between your teeth. The action rewarded you with a low moan, a delicious sound that shot heat straight down to your core.

‘Just what do you think you’re doing?’ Alexia gasped out between your relentless kisses.

‘I like being on top’, was your simple answer whispered hotly against her ear, nipping gently at the soft skin there, teasing. 

Then it was your turn to gasp. Her fingers dug delightfully into your flesh, kneading your ass roughly before easing them apart with equal force. The harsh treatment caught you by surprise and the effect of it even more unexpected as you immediately melted against her, moaning her name helplessly against the crook of her neck. 

She knew just how to make a mess of you.

‘Hmm, do you?’ She asked coyly and then proceeded in a deliciously low voice that oozed seduction, smugness, and sex. ‘Too bad I’m still in control.’ 

‘Fuck.’

Your body answered for you in a full-body shiver. Her words turned you on to the brink of falling and you found no purchase as you slipped from the ledge. It should be embarrassing how you could come without Alexia even fucking you, and it should scare you that she had this much power over your body but in this moment, when her hands were everywhere but your pussy and her filthy words were whispered hotly in your ear, you could care less. So you fell apart, shaking and weak, as you sank on top of Alexia’s firm and soft body, her name barely coherent from the sobs that came out of your lips. Euphoria lit every nerve in your body as you came, the fabric of your underwear latched deliciously on your pussy like a second skin and you were sure that you’d made a mess on Alexia’s bare stomach.

You only realised Alexia had stopped her teasing ministrations until you heard her thick voice through the haze of the afterglow which you barely caught.

‘You came.’

It wasn’t a question, really, but you let out a small affirmative moan because what else could you do? You were mush–the intensity of your orgasm caught you off guard and left you floundering that no thoughts formed in your mind, just pure bliss and ecstacy. But as the veil of euphoria began to lift, embarrassment bled into the edges of your consciousness and with it the instinct to apologise. The words were poised at the tip of your tongue when Alexia moaned.

‘Fuck, that’s so hot’, she breathed out and when you found the strength to lift your head to look at her, her eyes were lidded, pupils blown so wide they were almost all black. And then she was pulling you in for a kiss, and then the wet heat of her tongue traced the edge of your ear, and she was nipping at your jaw while she dragged her palms from your ass to the side of your ribs. Your skin burnt at her touch and you could do nothing but surrender, to moan and whimper as your heat blazed anew despite having just been swept away.

‘But this time, you’re going to come with my fingers in you.’ 

She didn’t let the words sink in and instead, she wasted no time to slip her hand between your bodies and to push aside the fabric of your ruined underwear. Usually, Alexia liked to tease you and ease her fingers in you slowly but the slick she found there must had been enough to satisfy her because she pushed two fingers in as soon as she found you. The thickness of her fingers slid in easily and you nearly screamed her name from the pleasure. 

She was relentless in her endeavour to make her words true with the way she gripped your hip steady with her free hand so you didn’t stray too far from her touch when you moved to meet her thrusts, the pace at which she worked her fingers in you left you lightheaded the same way her teeth on your neck worked to drive you insane.

‘Alexia, Alexia, Alexia–’, you chanted her name like a holy litany, burying your face into her hair that was now slightly damp with sweat and breathed her in: her scent of sun and freshly cut grass and an essence that was uniquely hers. The moment left you full with something heavy and warm, something that spoke of and hoped for forever, and clarity washed over you: you wanted more with her. The realisation hit you hard, the gravity of it left your mind in stasis for a moment that when you came back to yourself, the shock of your orgasm knocked the breath from your lungs that you couldn’t do anything but pray.

part of a long oneshot wip ive been working on the past couple of weeks thats now going on 9k (and its still going 😭)

#ap11 #not proofread #mine #my writing

[taffycandyqt]

hey so how badly do you think the rottmnt boys would be easily persuaded into things by their s/o? Who has self control and who throws caution to the wind for their s/o? Like their s/o is not manipulating or anything. Just like “No! I’m not joining”. “*genuine sad understanding doe eyes* If you’re sure, I wanted you to be the one to come with me though since I love you so much and I’d feel better with you there, but if you’re uncomfortable, it’s ok” if their boyfriend changes their mind, s/o is confused at the sudden change but look ecstatic? Or like they make their boyfriend angry and s/o is like “I did that? I’m sorry. I didn’t realise *genuine sad doe eyes. Makes it very hard to stay mad at*”?

Honestly, the rise boys are all so hungry for affection in their own ways. I feel like they are all pretty weak to their sweet little s/o. Also the one shots aren't exactly the best example of the headcannons but I was STRUGGLING so this is the best I got.

Weak in the Knees

Rise turtles (separately) x reader

How easily can you persuade them using your irresistible charm??

Warnings: Mentions of shooting as a hyperbole to emphasize a point. Not explicit. No deaths. Only in Donnies. Angst? ends happy so its fine

Established relationship

Fluff, crack

Donnie:

We all know Donnie is a sucker for praise.

You ask him to do something stupid or dangerous with you it will be a no.

You want him to step away from his work for a break? absolutely not.

You want him to accompany you to Witch town. ARE YOU CRAZY?

Buuuuuut. If you just so happen to have thrown out a couple compliments his way beforehand.

It will almost immediately be a yes or a "Sigh! I suppose!"

Let's be honest here too, there is a lot to compliment Donnie on.

You praise him for his work, a gift he gave you, helping you, or for literally anything he is already wrapped around your finger.

But if you praise him and then add a little kiss on the cheek or hand. Maybe a small hug?

He would literally let you shoot him if that's what you wanted.

Bro is so in love with you it's not even funny.

Not to say he doesn't draw the line somewhere. No bees. No spiders. And NO BEACH BALLS.

Oh and nothing that could phically harm you in any way.

He ain't about to let you get hurt on his watch.

It doesn't matter how many times you call him the most handsomest genius boy and kiss his nose, you are not diving off the empire state building for him to catch you mid air.

"Donnnnnnnniiieeeeeee!" you slumped towards him as you drew out his name. After you got to him you rested your head on his battle shell. Your hands were positioned on either side of your head laying flat on his shell as well.

"Yes my dear?" He chirped. He wasn't very good at initiating physical touch. Don't get me wrong, he tried, he just let his Donnie overthink get the best of him more often then not. So when you initiated, it was very welcome.

"I looooove youuu." You answered him, "your the sweetest boy I've ever met, did you know that?"

This got Donnie to set his tools down real quick. You always liked to compliment him at random times. At first he thought there was a reason behind it. You wanted something, you wanted to get away with something, you wanted him to forgive you, ect. But no matter how many times he conducted the experiment. No matter the duration of time it took. The results were always purely random. You did it simply because you wanted to tell him how much he meant to you.

And honestly, it was his favorite thing in the world. The only problem was that it would always catch him off guard. There was no consistency to your charming onslaught so it was always left as a surprise till the very last minute. His face burned red as he proceeded to just stare at his work, trying to look like he's trying to figure something out.

"I'm not sure. You say I'm a lot of things," he tried to keep his voice even as he spoke to you.

"Well it's true! Your the sweetest, smartest, and most perfect boyfriend ever and your my absolute favorite."

At this point Donnie was trying to hard not to happy stim. Not because he's not comfortable stimming around you, infact he does it all the time. The thing is, even after all this time he still wanted come off as a cool, emotionally unavailable bad boy. What he conveniently doesn't remember is that he's already willing done things that counter that image. You don't need to tell him that though.

"Thank you dear. You're quite lovely yourself," he told you. He folded his arms and sat stiffly trying to keep his stimming under control, eventually opting for some speedy finger tapping.

"Awwwwwww, thank you my love!!" you said as you finally lifted your head off his back to lean over and kiss his cheek.

This caused him to jerk in his chair and mess with the weight distribution resulting in him tipping and falling right on the floor. Instinctively he reached for the table in an attempt to break his fall. Unfortunately, he ended up grabbing his current project instead. As Donnie fell a component of his invention was ripped from it's position and landed on the floor beside him.

"Oh mi gosh! Are you okay?!" you rushed to Donnie's aid and helped him off the floor.

"I'm alright, thank you," he smiled at you softly and went to pick up his chair.

"I was just caught off guard is all," he told you, but as he bends down to grab the chair he noticed the crucial piece of his latest invention laying off to the side of it.

"GASP! Nonononono!" he picked up the piece and scrambled to his work desk to inspect the damage.

"Nooo!!" He wined in frustration. He rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index as he tried to calm himself down.

"Donnie? What's wrong?" You asked as you inched your way to his side.

"THIS!" he exclaimed shoving the broken piece in your direction before dropping his arm and turning away from his project to pace around the room.

"I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR WEEKS AND NOW I HAVE TO BACKTRACK AND REDO DAYS OF WORK! ALL BECAUSE YOU-" he stopped talking immediately when he say your face. He had originally turned to look back at you in order to emphasize his frustration. Seeing the look on your face though, made him instantly regret letting his frustration get the better of him.

"I- I'm sorry. I- didn't mean for that... I just wanted to... um..." you were on the verge of tears and couldn't think of anything to say that would fix the issue. So you just clasped your hands together and looked to the floor.

"I'm sorry," is what you eventually settled on.

"No! no, I'm sorry," Donnie told you as he approached and grabbed your shoulder while placing the other in his chest. He leaned his head down in an attempt to catch your eye as you kept your eyes locked on the ground.

"I shouldn't have yelled like that, and besides it wasn't your fault anyways. I was the one being careless in the first place." He eventually placed his and on your other shoulder and leaned down more, practically begging for you to look at him. When you did, your eyes were big and glossy with tears that streaked on your cheeks.

"I shouldn't have distracted you," your responded and you looked back to the floor.

"No, hey, your not a distraction," he told you in a gentle voice. He stood up straight and pulled you into a firm hug, burying his snout in your hair.

"Your the best thing that happened to me. Your never a distraction," he was really hoping this got through to you.

"Really?" You sniffed.

"Really really. Two reallys," he told you. With that you adjusted to wrap your arms around him and then lay you chin in his plastron.

"Do you think ice cream would make you feel better?" you asked.

"Me feel better?" he questioned. You were the hurt one, you were the one crying. Why were you concerned about his feelings?

"Even if you think it's not my fault, no doubt you're still upset with the amount of work you have to redo," you explained, "and ice cream always makes me feel better. So would ice cream make you feel better?"

He gave you a small laugh and traded the hug to hold your hand.

"Firstly, it's not your fault," he spoke matter-a-factly while waving his other hand around dramatically, "And secondly, ice cream sounds delightful."

So with that you both made your way to the kitchen. Donnie ended up not eating any ice cream at all and instead opted for flavorless juice. He was happy enough watching you eat your ice cream with a big smile plastered on your face.

Did he have a lot of work to redo? Yes. But as long as your there it might not feel as long. He might have to make a 'no flattery while one is working in the lab' rule though. For safety.

Leo:

Remember how Donnie had a line? Yeah, no Leo doesn't have that.

Due to this, and his already mischievous nature, you can already get him to do pretty much anything just by asking.

However he does have a responsible mood. If he's in that mood nothing will work.

you know what I mean. Like how he acts in the movie while their driving in the turtle tank?

like that, just without the internal and external issues clouding his judgment.

It's s not a bad mood, it's just not good for getting what you want.

Lucky for you he's not usually in that mood, and if he is it's usually not so bad that you can't bring I'm out of it.

That being said Leo, like the rest of his brothers, needs praise so badly that it's kinda sad.

Any praise will work but if you want him to do something absolutely idiotic to the point that even he thinks so? Your gonna need to make him feel ✨special✨

Your gonna need to pull out the my man, my champion, special man, and perfect baby.

Names like that, that make him feel like a million bucks.

If he's showing off to you, one compliment will butter that sucker up like you wouldn't believe.

He would literally do anything for you, it's not even funny, bro has no standards.

"Y/n! Hey! Hey! Y/n look! Look at this sick trick!" Leo called to you from atop their indoor skating ramp. You were on the floor below talking with April while Leo skated.

"Okay sweets I'm watching!" You call back to give him the go ahead.

With that Leo was off down the ramp. As he came up the other side and was propelled in the air he flipped the skateboard from beneath him and then landed perfectly on top as gravity pulled them back to the surface. When he came back up the other side Leo jumped off the board and looked down at you with a big grin on his face.

You and April clapped and he came down to meet you.

"What did you think??"

"I think that was awesome. Your my talented man for sure," you told him sweetly as you kissed him on the cheek. Leo blushed slightly at this before puffing his chest out and holding his skateboard all cool guy like at his hip. He used his other hand to point at himself with his thumb.

"Well not everyone can be as skilled as ah-THIS!" He boasted while punctuating his sentence with a dab.

"Okay, Mr. Talented," April teased, "If your done I'd like to tell you the reason I stopped by today."

"What?" Leo said with fake shock, "You visited for a different reason other than admiring my rad skills?"

"impossible I know," she snarked to play along with him.

"So what's up April?" You asked.

"I was working my new job as a part time graveyard day guard and I saw this totally creepy and totally abandoned house right outside my post!"

"April if you're about to tell us you saw a ghost," Leo told her.

"No! But I DID want to find out if there COULD be ghosts in there."

"Why are you telling us this?" You ask.

"Because, I'm not gonna trespass on abandoned property by myself. That's just asking to be kidnapped," she answered while folding her arms.

"I don't know April, I better stay here and keep practicing my skating skillzz, right y/n?" Leo said.

"Well I think it sounds cool April! I'd be so down to go with you!"

"Heck yeah! Girls trip!"

You two high fived and right as you hands made contact Leo popped up in-between the both of you and clasped yours and April's hands together with his own.

"Though I suppose it would be unbecoming of me to not do my chivalrous duty to you both and tag along as a safety precaution."

April looked unimpressed at Leo's forced attempt to be cool in front of you whilst also begging for your attention. As you and April let your hands down Leo's went with them and you took his empty palm in yours shooting him a soft smile.

"So what time did you have in mind?"

"Oh, I was thinking like right now if y'all aren't busy," April told you.

"Sounds good to me, come on Leon!" You said as you dragged Leo to the Lair exit.

-

Apon getting to the building it was abundantly clear that it was very abandoned and very illegal to trespass. A rusted chain link fence surrounded the building with warning signs plastered all around it. Though, it was to dark to clearly read them without a flashlight.

"Uhh, guys?" Leo started, "Are you sure we should go in there? There are way too many signs around this place for them all to be just 'no trespassing' signs,"

"Do I hear someone who is scaaaaared?" Teased April. This prompted an offended gasp from Leo who put a hand to his chest.

"SCARED?! HA! I'll show you who's scared," he snarked at her before opening a portal to bypass the fence straight to the front door. He gestures for you and April to enter first. Before you followed April in you turned to Leo.

"everything will be fine, and if something does go wrong I know you could bail us out," you smiled sweetly at him and then stepped into the portal. Leo straightened up and blushed, then sauntered confidently through the portal after you. It felt good to know you trusted him so much.

As all three of you stood at the front door you heard the sounds of the house creaking on the inside. The old wood constantly fighting to stay upright. April pushed open the door with a loud creak and shinned her light into the entry. It was dark and messy. A brownish carpet greeted you along with a broken sidebar cabinet. stairs leading up to the second floor were covered in dirt and old enough to be one big splinter. Next to the stairs was an entrance to a different room. There were also different rooms on either side of you as well. As you all shines your lights to get a better look you could see the dust particles littering the air.

"I'm gonna go investigate upstairs!" April told you before disappearing to the second floor. Leo had gravitates towards the right side entryway before turning to you and gesturing for you to follow him.

"I think this is the kitchen," he said, turning his head back. You filled him as you both inspected the room. You broke looked around and noticed some light scratching sounds coming from what you assumed to be the pantry. As you opened the door the smell of rotten food and crap hit your face and you immediately gagged. You plugged your nose with your hand and you used the other to direct the flashlight. You didn't look around for long though as you saw a small, fast moving figure rush past your foot. You let out a short yelp as you stumbled backwards and out of the pantry slamming the door shut.

In an instant Leo was by your side.

"What?! What happened?! Are you okay?!" he gave you a once over looking for any injuries you could have procured.

"Yes! Yes," you sighed out patting his shoulder, "I'm okay, just a... rat. Or something,"

"Okay. Umm, just stick close to me for now ok?" He asked you. He was clearly a little nervous, about what exactly though you couldn't say. He grabbed your hand as you both made your way out of the kitchen.

"You've been hearing those sounds too right?" He asks as he turns to you. You both stop under the archway separating the kitchen d the entryway.

"W- what sounds?" This was, admittedly, making you a little nervous yourself now.

"The scratching. Like something's in the walls," he said in a hushed voice as he squoze your hand. You didn't at first but as you sat and listened, sure enough. Scratching. Or... Scurrying? It wasn't consistent but it happened often enough.

"Yeah," you answered in the same muted tone.

"I think we should leave," Leo told you, "Whatever this houses issue is it's not gonna be ours. Let's grab April and VAMINOS."

Before you two could take more that a stepp up the stairs you hear a loud crash and the house starts to rumble. April begins to scream and you can hear her rushed footsteps against the floor and as you both try to find her you ended meeting her at the top of the stairs.

"RUUUUN!! GO GO GO!" she yelled at you. She pushed you both aside and grabbed Leo by his mask tails to pull him along. Before you two started running though, you see what April was running from. I giant hord of mutant silverfish. They took up the entire hallway from floor to ceiling and they did NOT look happy.

As Leo was being tugged along by April you were tugged by Leo who still hadn't let go of your hand. In trying to position his body to run forward easier and April still holding on to his mask tails, it ended up turning his mask on backwards and obscuring his view. As all three of you exited the house Leo tripped out the door on top of April causing you to fall on top of him.

"LEO PORTAL! PORTAL NOW!" April yelled at him.

"I CAN'T FIND MY SWORD!" he told her frantically trying to fix his mask so he could see.

"HERE TAKE IT!" you said handing it to him. The silver fish where almost in top of you by the time Leo took the sword in his hands. With a swift swing of his sword the portal was opened and all three of you stumbled through it closing right as the silverfish burst out the door.

All three of you lay on the ground between where the two skate ramps met, panting and trying to gather yourselves.

"Everyone okay?" April asked out of breath.

"Yeah," you breathed out.

"All good here," Leo puffed.

"Great..." April sat up sluggishly, "I'm gonna head out then, see ya."

And with that she stood up and left the lair. You both waved her off best you could from the ground. You both just laid there for a while catching your breaths.

"Let's never do that again," Leo said after a while.

"I don't know, I kinda had fun," you told him.

"You have got to be kidding me," he looked over at you unimpressed.

"Ya know... I saw this abandoned processing plant a couple days ago," you said turning your head to look back at him.

"Y/n. We almost died."

"And now we know to be prepared for hords of mutant silverfish," you looked at him, "Please?"

"Uuugggg. FINE. But not for a while, I need a break from whatever the heck today was," he told you.

"Sounds good to me!" You chirped and cuddled into his side.

"Yeah yeah," he playfully rolled his eyes and wrapped a lazy arm around you.

Mikey:

Oh he is just the sweetest little buttercup to you.<3

Surprisingly though, he also is the hardest to persuade.

I mean come on, doctor delicate touch loves you but he will be quick to tell you why a certain idea is....... not so great.

That being said if you get really sad about him saying no he will do everything in his power to make you happy.

He'll make your favorite food, watch your favorite movie, play your favorite game, whatever you want that isn't the first thing that you wanted.

Out of all brothers, Mikey is the one who need praise at the most normal amount.

You guys will probably have compliment competitions while cuddling.

So safe to say praise isn't going to get this dude to do stuff for you.

However, Mikey is able to see how his brothers feel like they can't fully express their feelings and wants them to feel safe enough to do so.

Frankly he wants everyone to feel comfortable enough around him to express their true thoughts and feelings.

So if you are the kind of person to emotionally shut down or pretend like everything is fine when it's not?

He will be a bit more willing to do stuff for you.

Again, there is a line. A straight cut no exceptions line.

Buuuuuut he might be willing to find a couple loop holes just so that his darling can feel better.

Piece of advice tho, don't push it. If he feels like you don't respect his boundaries that's gonna be a whole other issue.

"Hey Mikey!" you chirp as you enter his room, "What'ca up to?"

Mikey looked up at you from the floor, you could see the canvas in front of him and got increasingly excited to see what he was putting together.

"Oh just paintin', like one does," he tells you with a cheeky smile.

"Okaaaaay," you smile back, playing along, "What'ca paintin'?"

At this Mikey looked to his right and then his left, like he was scoping out the area for spies. Except it made less sense since it was his room. Then he looked back up at you and gestured for you to come join him with his hand.

You sat down on the floor and cozied up next to your boyfriend to which he revealed his masterpiece. It was a family portrait of Splinter and his brothers from when they were younger.

"We took this picture a couple years back," he handed you a small photo, "it was always dads favorite so I'm painting it for his birthday!"

"That's so sweet Mikey!"

He smiled and blushed at the compliment. You turned back to the painting. It was beautiful. It was the same picture but Mikey had taken some creative liberties with the colors. They were bright, vibrant, and harmonious. The painting felt like it was buzzing with energy because of it. It felt warm and inviting and at the same time unpredictable. The way the lines, colors, and textures went together, it almost made the painting feel alive, and it was hypnotizing.

"It looks like you've finished, right?" you ask, turning back to him.

"Almost!" He perks, "I just have to add a few finishing touches and it will be done!"

"Weeeeeeelllll," you said mischievously, "Since they're just finishing touches, maybe I could help."

One of the first things that people find out when they meet you is that you suck butt at art. When you met Mikey he tried SO HARD to teach you but no matter how hard you tried it just never clicked. You always saw it as a cute 'opposites attract' sort of thing honestly. The proficient artist and the one who couldn't draw a dot right it they tried. How romantic.

So when your little tease entered the space Mikey knew exactly what you were trying to do.

"Oh no no no my dear," he played along, "You see, I feel your artistic talents are needed else where."

"Else where?" you questioned with big doe eyes feigning innocence.

"Yes. Else where," he told you again, still with his playful expression.

"You mean," you picked up one of his used paint brushes, "HERE! you said as you lunged forward attempting to pin him down in order to paint his face. Attempting.

"NO NOT HERE!" he giggled trying to keep the paint brush from making contact with his face. He had been mostly successful but you still managed to land a couple good swipes.

You both continued to wrestle and giggle as time went on. At one point Mikey flipped you both so he was the one pinning you and reached for a paint brush of his own. You managed to wiggle free in the nick of time and this led to you both running around his room with paint brushes in hand. Every now and again one of you would corner the other, but the other would always manage to escape leading to the chase once again. At one point you realized that you might be able to catch Mikey off guard. You see, outside of cornering each other, all you guy have really done is chase the other and try catch them.

So in a moment of what you deemed to be 'brilliance' you took an abrupt stop and made a sharp turn on your heel to face him. However, that resulted in Mikey crashing right into you and you both falling straight to the floor.

"OH ME GOSH! Are you okay y/n?!" he scrambled to get off you quickly and inspect any possible damage to your person.

"Yeah, I'm okay, I think. Just landed on something hard," you told him as you picked yourself up.

When you looked back at him there was an expression on his face that could only be described as soul crushing horror. You were so confused, and concerned until you followed his line of sight and saw exactly what you landed on.

His painting.

His super sentimental and lovingly handcrafted painting meant as a GIFT FOR HIS FATHER. and now, there was a hole straight through it. Not a small one at that. Not to mention some of the paint was still wet and had gotten smeared and smushed at the impact. There was absolutely no salvaging this painting.

"Oh Mikey I am so sorry," you were horrified at what you had caused. Mikey didn't look at you, he didn't respond either. He walked towards to ruined canvas and slowly knelt down to pick it up.

"I- I didn't mean for this to happen Mikey I'm-" he cut you off.

"Can you please go? We'll talk later, I just need to be alone right now," still without looking at you. You were so heartbroken you had to hold in your tears.

"Okay," you told him in a shaky breath. You left the lair that night, and for the first time since you've known the guys, you left in a considerably worse mood then what you had when you got there.

The look on Mikey's face haunted you that night. You hate to think that you were the one to cause that pain. You were the one that hurt him. You wanted to make it up to him but you didn't know how. It's not like you could remake the painting for him. Heck you couldn't even paint!

You decided it would be best to stay away from the lair until Mikey invited you back. Fortunately for you, it only took about four days for that to happen. Unfortunately for however, it was through a very distressing text that read 'We should talk'. Eeeee 😬

Before you went you baked some cookies to hopefully help lighten the blow. You may not be able to... 'art'... BUT YOU COULD BAKE. When you met with Mikey it was in a secluded area of Todd's Puppy Land, or whatever its called.

"Hey y/n," he said giving you a weak smile and finally looking at you. He looked tired. Like he hadn't slept since you both last talked.

"Hey Mikey," you responded, "I uh. I brought cookies." You gave and awkward smile and his expression softened. He motioned for you to sit next to him on the bench. As you did you placed the cookies between you both as to give him some space.

He sighed, "I'm sorry y/n, I didn't mean-" you cut him off.

"YOUR SORRY?! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO BE SORRY ABOUT?!" you were exasperated.

"Well I-"

"NO! I ruined your painting that took you forever to make that you made for your dads birthday! If anyone should be sorry it's me!"

"Thank you," he told you, "and I accept you apology, but it wasn't really your fault. It was an accident due to us both being reckless."

"But I started it!"

"And I didn't stop you, *sigh* listen. I didn't mean to scare you like I did. I just get very emotionally attached to my art so I was having a lot of feelings that day. I want to make it very clear that I don't want to break up with you and I'm not mad at you."

At this, you let out a sigh you didn't even know you were holding. When he looked back at you he was shocked. Your eyes were glassy with tears and your cheeks were red. You looked so sad. And so sorry. Oh, if he didn't already regret what he said to you that day he sure did now. How could he had asked you to leave?

"I still feel bad about it," you told him looking down at your hands. He moved the cookies behind him to close the gap between you both and pulled you into a hug.

"Hey, I get it. But if it makes you feel any better I was able to fix mistakes I made the first time and clean up areas I had previously messed up. On top of that I'm pretty close to being in the same spot with its progress that I was last time," he said, trying to console you. you pulled back to look at him.

"You mean you repainted it?"

"Well yeah. It's pops birthday gift, I had to," he smiled at you.

"Didn't that take you weeks to do?!"

"The first time yeah. But I kind couldn't sleep until I was back to were I was before sooo"

THATS WHY HE LOOKED SO TIRED! HE HASN'T SLEPT IN FOUR DAYS!

"Alright well someone's going to bed right now," you told him, picking up your cookies and dragging him by the wrist. He happily complied and followed you back to the lair. Not before thanking Todd for letting you guys use his space.

Overall, you both were just glad that everything was back to normal.

Raph:

Oh bb. He's so soft for you.

Bro will kiss the ground you walk on.

He's also the most responsible.

However most responsible does not mean least chaotic.

I mean the dude tries to lift a bus and ate a literal phone.

So honestly, I can see him being pretty open to a lot of stuff as long as your safety isn't jeopardized.

Notice how I said 'your safety'?

Yeah. Again, remember the bus incident? I refuse to believe that he wouldn't do something stupid for you as long as he's the only one with a possibility of getting hurt.

That being said, like Mikey he has a line. Unlike Mikey that line is drawn with chalk and is very easily swept away.

Now Raph does not like crossing this line. I mean who likes compromising their boundaries?

But he will do it.

Raph is very susceptible to peer pressure and if it's coming from you of all people? He'll do it.

He won't be happy about it after though.

Like he's happy your happy but he will being to feel like his feelings don't matter to you the same as yours matter to him.

So for the sake of this poor boy please don't press further if he said no the first time.

It makes him feel like a bad boyfriend. :(

You and Raph were cuddling on the couch watching Jupiter Jim movies. As per the usual when you both are bored and have nothing better to do. You were positioned on his lap knees pointing to the side so you could rest your head on his chest.

"Hey Raphy?" you said grabbing his attention.

"Yes?" he said looking down at you.

"You wanna crash a wedding?"

"What?!"

"Do you. Want to. Crash a wedding. ... With me."

"And why are we crashing a wedding?"

"Fun," you told him, "but also I'm bored."

He giggled at you. You were such a little cutie and he could never get over it.

"What would we be doing?"

"Oh ya know, dancing, eating the food, photo bombing. The ushe," you shit him a cheeky smile.

"Okay, one question though," you nodded at him, "how are we gonna do that with... this whole situation," he told you gesturing to himself.

"Sweets, we're in New York. You put on a suit jacket and act like 'this whole situation' is normal, most people will chalk it up to eccentricity," you told him.

"You sure bout that?"

"I've never been so sure about anything in my entire life."

"Well I guess we have a wedding to prepare for," he said nuzzling his snout into your cheek.

"YESSSsssssssssss!!" you exclaimed.

---

After a quick social media search you found the perfect wedding to crash. You and Raphael dusted off your best wedding attire and set out on a mission to have a good time.

You guys had made it to the reception so you just walked in and pretended like you belonged there. Raph was obviously still a little worried about walking in full green skin and three fingered but you assured him it was fine. And you were kinda right. He definitely got weird looks but he tried his best to follow your advise and pretend like was nothing was wrong. So for a while now body bothered you guys.

"See? What did I tell you, no body even cares!" You smiled at him as you pulled him to the dance floor.

"Yeah, I guess," he told you a tad nervous. He smiled at you regardless and you're both began to dance.

It was a fun, up eat song so you and Raph jumped along in your own little world. Twisting, turning, and shimming to the beat, it felt like you both were walking on air.

After dancing for a couple of songs straight you guys decided to try some of the refreshments. You took some lemonade and the little cheesecake bits and found a vacant table. You both chatted about little things, telling jokes and having a good time.

Eventually someone from the party approached you. She was a skinny old woman. Not old enough to be grey haired and senile but just old enough that she had plenty of wrinkles.

"Excuse me, I don't believe we've met," she told you as she sat down her to you, "what are your names?"

"Oh, I'm y/n and this is Raph," you gestured to him and he gave a small wave.

"Well it's nice to meet you. I'm the brides aunt Tina."

"Well in that case, congrats! I'm sure your so happy for her!"

"I am, Oliver seems like such a a nice man. He treats Sara so well. On that note, who are you here for? The bride or the groom?"

Raph sweat dropped, he didn't like lying and it made him nervous that he might have to if you both wanted to stay.

"Oh we're not," you told her honestly. Raph was relieved for about half a second before he realized that now you guys might cause a whole other scene.

"I'm sorry, not what?"

"Here for either the bride or the groom. We don't know either of them, we were just bored and wanted to dance."

"Wh-," her face showed her absolute disbelief, "This is a family and friends even you can't just waltz in uninvited!"

"Well I mean. You can. We just did. Wether or not that's a respectful thing to do is an entirely different debate though."

Tina's face was starting to turn red.

"Well! I'm going to have to ask you both to leave!" she demanded raising her voice while she stood and pointed to the exit.

"Hey, what's going on Tia?" the bride asked putting a hand on her aunts sholder.

You leaned back in your chair resting your arm over the back of it while you took a swig of your water.

"These two hooligans weren't invited! They don't know anyone here!"

"Well that's hardly fair Tina, I thought we formed a connection over the last five minutes," you teased which prompted Raph to shoot you a disapproving look. Tina looked absolutely appalled by you attitude.

"What?" you questioned Raph with a giggle, "Come on this is kinda funny."

"Your making her upset!"

"Eh, she would have been upset anyways,"

"DONT IGNORE US GET OUT! SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE!" Tina was full on screaming now, which prompted Raph to shoot out of his chair. He apologized quickly and picked you up by your sides and ran you both out of the wedding.

"Awwwww I wanted to grab some more of those cheesecake bites before we dipped."

Raph shook his head and smiled.

"Your unbelievable."

#rottmnt #leo tmnt #donnie tmnt #mikey tmnt #raph tmnt #rise donnie #raph #rise donatello #rise mikey #Mikey #Donnie #Leo #Rottmnt x reader #Leo x reader #Raph x reader #Mikey x reader #donnie x reader #donnie rottmnt #leonardo #donnie hamato #michelangelo #rise donnie x reader #donatello x reader #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt donnie x reader #Rise Leo x reader #rise leonardo x reader #Rise Raph x reader #Rise Raphael x reader #rise mikey x reader

[maybankprincess]

ೃ⁀➷ leaving cute notes - jj maybank ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing: jj maybank x reader

warnings: not proofread, that's about it, please do inform if there's more :)

a/n: hope you enjoy it!

you were heading to your locker with your friends Sarah and Kiara. you had to take books out for your next few lessons and had to put the ones in your hands in your locker.

you were talking about random things as you all went to open your lockers which were all around the same area.

once you were at your locker, you put in your combination and opened it as a small paper fell out of it.

you didn't think much of it as you thought it was one of your many flashcards stacked in your metal compartment and proceeded to put your books in and take out the ones you needed.

it was only when you reached down to retrieve the paper that you realised it was a note that was left in your locker.

the paper read: "I've always had a crush on you but I never had the courage to confess"

you frown as you didn't recognise the handwriting but also at the words.

"um.. girls?" you let out and turn to look at Sarah and Kiara

you wordlessly show them the note. they both read it, Kiara recognising the messy handwriting as belonging to her blond pogue friend but choose not to say anything for now.

"well, seems like our besties has a secret admirer" Sarah says and laughs happily "who do you think it is? any boys showed you extra attention recently?" she continues as you try to think of who it could be.

"no clue, everyone's been normal" you say and shrug "besides, could be rafe and his friends trying to prank me or something" you say and stuff the note in your jean pocket before grabbing your things.

"but it could also be genuine" Kiara says trying not to sound obvious.

you just shrugged and moved on with your day.

---

you didn't receive any new messages in the last few days so you just figured it was some dumb joke and moved on.

that was until you opened in your locker one morning and a familiar piece of paper fell out.

this time you immediately picked it up and read it.

"no, this is not a joke, I truly have had a crush on you since elementary school"

after this message, notes started to regularly end up in your locker.

soon enough, every morning, you were greeted by the falling piece of paper.

messages like: "hope you had a wonderful weekend" and "have a nice day, gorgeous" soon started to give you the boost you needed to start your day.

you desperately wanted to know who your secret admirer was. so, you, kiara and Sarah set up a plan that you would get to school extra early one day and hide around the corner of the lockers in the hopes of finding out who it was.

so that's how you found yourselves at school at 7AM huddled up while hiding around the corner of your locker.

the silence of the hallways making it become very boring very quickly as you tried not to doze of with how early it was.

you had closed your eyes for a few seconds trying to keep your mind busy to stay awake and alert as you heard footsteps heading towards you.

you three remained silent as you peaked around the corner to see who it could be.

you saw a hooded individual heading towards your locker and place a piece of paper in it.

while the individual was heading towards the exit, a breeze caused his hair to blow in the wind, exposing his dirty blond locks.

you guys sneak behind the person and pull his hoodie off.

the person looks back revealing that the mystery person was your friend, JJ Maybank. you guys shared a few classes together, you guys even worked on a presentation together. frankly, you had a pretty big crush on the blond man but you never thought he would've reciprocated the feeling.

he looks at you shocked that someone else was present so early and even more shocked when he sees that he's you.

"it's you?" you ask confused

jj stands there while rubbing the back of his neck.

"um..yeah.." he answers while looking down "I didn't mean for you to find out like that" he continues

"I mean I'm kinda glad I did" you say as he looks up at you

"gosh, please don't think of me as a creep now" he pleads

"of course I wouldn't jayj!" you say and smile "well I'm actually happy I found out"

he looks at you confused and asks "why is that?"

"because I can now do this" you say and lean up to connect your lips with his

at first, jj is shocked and doesn't kiss back but when he finally comes to his sense, he does.

a voice behind you says "about damn time you guys confessed your feeling to each other" which makes you pull away from jj and let out a laugh.

you turn and realise that Kiara said it.

"I'm so happy for you guys!" Sarah says and comes over to hug you tightly.

for the rest of the day, jj hadn't stopped engaging in pda with you in the hallways, during your mutual classes and even during lunch times.

the boy was truly too excited that his crush liked him back to resist holding back his affection in public.

#obx #rafe cameron #obx imagines #rafe cameron x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #john b x reader #kiara carerra x reader #kiara carrera #pope heyward x reader #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank smut #jj mayback imagine #jj obx #outerbanks jj #outer banks #jj x reader #jj maybank one shots #obx3 #obx 3 #rafe outer banks #kiara outer banks #john b outerbanks

[littlespoonevan]

left half my heart in our living room

that episode did severe emotional damage to my psyche and then i turned on grow by sigrid and proceeded to make it worse :) i don’t know what this is i just needed to write some words because buck and eddie said So Many words in this ep and i felt all of them 💔

spoilers for 6x15

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I feel like she sees me.

The sentence sticks in Eddie’s head. Niggling at the base of his skull like an itch that won’t go away.

“You’re quiet,” Buck says when they’re on the way home from the cemetery and it’s around that moment that Eddie realises he hasn’t said anything since they got in the jeep. Too consumed by their conversation from before.

I feel like she sees me.

He looks over at Buck now, one hand on the steering wheel, one resting on his lap, and he looks…comfortable, on first glance. But then Eddie notes the tense set of his shoulders and the way he seems to be staring at the road a little too hard, like he’s purposefully trying not to look in Eddie’s direction.

For one bitter moment, Eddie wonders if Natalia would notice those things but he shakes the thought away. He shouldn’t put this on her. She only knows what Buck’s told her.

“Do you really believe that?” he asks finally, voice quiet and a little bit too tentative. “That she sees you better than-“ me “-than any of us?”

Buck’s mouth parts and it’s clear he hadn’t expected the question. Eddie watches him while he works himself up to an answer – the way he shifts in his seat, the way his eyes dart to the rearview mirror instead of Eddie himself, the careful intake of breath before he finally decides to speak.

“I mean, it’s different,” is what Buck settles on. “Her perception of death and how it affects you, it’s-“

“Because none of us have ever had any experience with death,” Eddie can’t help cutting in.

“Eddie,” Buck sighs and it sounds like please.

“Chimney’s heart stopped last year,” Eddie says. “And when I got-“

“She doesn’t look at me like I’m a ghost, alright?” Buck says, sharp and slicing through Eddie’s intended comment about his own brush with death.

The words make him stop short. He clenches and unclenches his fists in his lap as he digests them. "What d’you mean?”

Buck sighs again and it seems more upset than before. “Maddie, Bobby, you- you all look at me like…like you’re not even sure I’m really here. Like I’m gonna disappear at any minute. You think I don’t see it but I do.”

“Because you died, Buck,” Eddie exclaims, frustrated and weary and more vulnerable than he’d planned on letting himself be. “You died. And for three minutes and seventeen seconds I thought I was going to have to live in this world without you and I didn’t want to.”

That makes Buck clap his mouth shut and he doesn’t say anything else but Eddie can see the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. The car stops abruptly then and he takes stock of his surroundings for the first time since they got in the jeep. They’re outside his house now.

He takes a measured breath and unclips his seatbelt, shooting a wary look in Buck’s direction. His hands are still gripping the steering wheel and he’s staring straight out the windscreen but he cut off the engine, at least.

“Come inside,” Eddie requests softly, climbing out of the jeep and not waiting to see if Buck follows.

He lets himself into the house and hears the slam of Buck’s car door as he’s dropping his keys on the side table. He hesitates when he gets to the living room, unsure whether he should keep travelling to the kitchen or just drop down on the couch and bury his head in his hands.

Buck comes inside before he can decide, the click of the door soft as he closes it behind himself.

“You looked at me like that too,” Eddie says without turning around. It’s easier saying it without Buck looking at him, even though he can feel Buck’s stare like a brand on his back. “After the well. And- and the shooting. I remember.”

“I’m used to losing people,” Buck says after a beat. “The fact that I got to keep you felt like a trick somehow. Like if I looked away for too long you’d be gone again.”

Eddie huffs a humourless laugh, feeling tears sting behind his eyes. He finally turns, finding Buck standing in the entryway. He gives Eddie a helpless shrug when their eyes meet.

“And I’m not allowed to feel like that?”

“You are,” Buck insists, body shifting like he’s about to charge forward but in the end he only takes one step. “I just don’t know what to do with it.”

“Why not?” Eddie asks and they’re teetering dangerously close to a conversation they’ve never let themselves have before but he doesn’t know how to stop pushing either.

Buck answers anyway.

“Because if I think about how much you see me – how much I let you see without you even asking – I feel terrified. Because I’ve spent years trying to get you to let me all the way in but it’s really fucking scary to imagine me doing the same thing. To believe that you’d even want that.”

Eddie works his jaw, swallowing against the heaving ache in his chest. He gets it, is the thing. No matter how much they’ve taken care of each other, no matter how much they’ve acted as one another’s soft place to land, there’s still a voice in the back of his head that says, you’re being a burden. Stop it.

“I don’t care if you want to start dating again-“ Lie. That’s a lie. “-but don’t- don’t say-“

As if sensing he can’t actually get the words out, Buck immediately starts shaking his head. “I won’t,” he says. “I won’t. I’m sorry.”

Eddie nods, clears his throat, and glances between the couch and the dining room. He doesn’t know what to do now, doesn’t know how they go back to having a casual beer, but before he can come up with something to say to break the tension Buck is stepping forward, crowding into his space and folding him into a hug.

I don’t remember the last time we did this, Eddie thinks even as his muscle memory reacts. His arms come up around Buck, one hand gripping his shoulder while the other wraps around his waist. Buck’s face burrows into his shoulder and Eddie only hesitates for half a second before he presses his temple against the exposed line of Buck’s neck and breathes him in.

“I’m not gonna disappear,” Buck whispers and, ridiculously, it makes fresh tears spring behind Eddie’s eyelids.

“Me either,” he replies and Buck’s arms tighten around him in response.

And he thinks they’re at an impasse now, a sort of crossroads they can’t turn back from but aren’t able to move forward from yet either.

If this is where they have to stay for now, he thinks he might be okay with that.

#buddie #buck x eddie #911 fic #my fics #911 spoilers #6x15 #everyone listen to grow by sigrid right now!!!!! #(and make gifsets please 😇)

[starlightandfairies]

Ok ok I really love you! That's the last request hahaha I don't wanna annoy you ❤️ I had this somehow cute idea where you've fallen in love with him but he doesn't know and one time you get a little drunk with the girls, later deciding to grab a taxi to the Mikaelson house. Klaus is the one letting you in but Elijah already felt your presence and tries to keep you safe around Klaus, or as you start playing with their swords and stuff. Klaus watches with amusement at his brother taking care of a human girl and makes a comment like "better keep her before I do", and that wakes something in Elijah that he takes you to his room, just to keep you safe. You end up cuddled on top of him, admitting your love to him before falling asleep. He also realizes that he has feelings for you, but he decides to tell you properly in the morning when you wake up 😊😙

Description: A drunken reader leads to playful chaos between the Mikaelson brothers and feelings being revealed.

Warnings: she/her pronouns, drunkness, fluff, swearing

*Requests are open, please send through as many requests as you want, check my character list and requesting rules.*

Thank you so again for requesting! No! You're not annoying me! I'm really enjoying getting requests so don't feel bad! I hope you also enjoy this one!

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 1,156

First Person's POV

Girls' night out was amazing, I haven't had a night like this in ages, away from all the drama and finally able to just relax with the girls and just be us. I knew I was getting tipsy, I could feel my giggles becoming more and more prominent than normal. The girls were going home, so I decided to head towards the Mikaelson house, I stood on the street hailing a taxi and stumbled into the vehicle once it arrived. I asked to be taken to the address, the walk to the porch of the Mikaelson resident seemed like an incredible challenge, I'm sure that to an outsider I just looked like a fawn learning to walk but I felt as if I was climbing Mount Everest. 

I giggled to myself as I fell against the door, I sucked in a breath, trying to pull myself together as I knocked waiting for someone to answer. I was surprised when it was Niklaus, I waved almost childishly, smiling brightly at the Hybrid who clearly seemed amused by my current state.

In all honesty, I have no clue how I ended up sword-fighting with Niklaus, however, somehow this is where we ended up. Sword fighting in the parlour. I highly recommend it, however, do take care. I grinned brightly seeing Elijah walking forward with his usual look of concern plastered on his face, however, once he was at my side he smiled. 

"Good evening, Y/n, I didn't realise you'd be joining us." 

"Spur of the moment type thing." I turned my attention back to Niklaus, continuing our little sword fight, I jumped as Elijah used his speed to appear in front of me, I grinned excitedly but quickly pouted as he took the sword off of me. 

"How about instead you sit with me, and tell me all about your night?" The pout faded away, I nodded in agreement, sitting on the sofa with him and instantly began rambling on about every little detail that went on tonight. I'm sure I shared details I wouldn't typically share in normal conversation, my filter was non-existent and oh, how I know that if I could watch myself right I would wish for it badly. 

"Am I okay to take my shoes off?" I questioned glancing down to the hells that were now becoming painful and unwanted. Elijah nodded, though, after watching my struggle he lightly took my hands and proceeded to continue to charm me with his gorgeous smile that drew me in the first time I saw him. 

"May I help you?" I nodded, frustrated with my inability to undo the damn straps on my shoes, Elijah kindly took my shoes off for me and rested them to the side. The vampire stared at me for a good minute, assessing my needs and whatever else that was needed to be assessed. 

"I'll be right back, I'll get you some water." I threw my arms around him, giggling happily, thanking him and plopped back into the couch. I waited patiently for both vampires to return, I fiddled with my hands, staring at everything in the room and running my finger over my lips making odd sounds just for the sake of it. 

Elijah's POV 

I began pouring some water, and getting some things prepared for Y/n knowing that in the morning the hangover would come, I wanted her to be okay and wanted her to be safe. So I was quite glad that Niklaus chose to follow instead of causing more havoc with Y/n. 

"You know, brother, you better sweep her up before I do." His smirk and words struck a chord. He knew of my feelings, Niklaus knew that I would do anything for her and knew that he would follow through on his words. I made my way back to the living room, stopping in my tracks seeing her laying upside down on the couch, he head on the floor and her legs dangling over the backrest of the sofa. 

I bit back the smile dying to show, I sat beside her, smiling as she waved happily and awkwardly twisted and turned trying to get back into an upright position. I took her hands, smiling as she rested her head on my shoulder and that gorgeous smile just permanetly stuck on her lips. 

"Come with me, will you, please?" Y/n nodded, taking my hand and following me to my room. I handed her the glass of water, watching as she plopped onto my bed finishing the glass of water within a gulp and began curling up underneath the blankets. 

'Would you lay with me, please? I couldn't refuse, I nodded and kicked off my shoes and rested besides her. I wrapped my arms around her as she began to lay upon me, her eyes were fluttering open and shut her words escaping in a mumble. 

"I love you, Elijah. I really love you. Like a lot. Super a lot." Before I could even deny anything, I could feel her swiftly fall asleep, I didn't want to disturb her, I didn't want this moment to end. I knew that in this moment I wanted to confess my feelings for her, so I thought it would be best to do so in the morning. 

First Person's POV 

As the light shined into the room, I knew my headache would be a bitch to deal with, I pushed myself up into a sitting positon in the boat. I stretched briefly, jumping slightly to see Elijah walking into the room with a glass of water and a packet of painkillers. 

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you." I whispered, sipping the water and taling the painkillers. Elijah sat on the bed besides me, I rested my head on his shoulder and began sharing my apology. 

"I'm so sorry, was I a complete mess?" 

"No, not at all." 

"You're a liar." I whispered. 

"You were just really giggly and silly. You told me you loved me- I don't know how much of that was true..." 

"That was true, I meant that." I confirmed, seeing there was no point in denying the fact that I loved him. Elijah sat in silence for a good moment, I could feeel my heart halt for a second fearing that his reaction cold be poor and that he would react in a way that ruin our friendship. 

"I love you too." He whispered, his eyes focused on me, I glanced to him surprised and shocked about the outcome of the confession. I smiled pushing myself up and grabbed ahold of his face. Looking to see if the noble vampire was lying to me, he grabbed my hands, his look gentle and comforting. I knew just then that it wasn't a lie and that this was all true. 

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[yjhariani]

Just so we could realise this idea a little bit, let's have a little bit of infected!Simon and doctor!reader moment.

You tried so hard to not sigh in disappointment first thing upon unravelling the bandage that was badly covering an ‘amputated’ arm. You took a moment to assess the damage before looking up at the man sitting in front of you.

“So, what’s goin’ on here?” you asked, getting your tools ready to clean up the stump.

The masked soldier took a moment before saying, “I got shot.”

“You got shot,” you nodded. “Close proximity?”

“Too close,” he said.

“How close?” you asked.

“Do I need to answer?” he asked back.

“You do know you should never lie to a medical professional, right, sir?” you teased casually, raising an eyebrow at him.

The man only looked at you for a moment, weighing on how much he liked the way you addressed him like that.

“Direct contact,” he finally said. “Almost direct.”

You looked at him in understanding because you already knew what happened. This soldier was probably alone when it happened, seeing that if he had at least one companion he would have had his limb cut off instead of shot clean off.

“Okay, uh… sorry, what’s your name?” you proceeded.

It was a rare thing for people to ask that. Hell, one look at his mask and people knew who he was. Sometimes they did not even need to know his name, they just needed to be very respectful towards him.

So, he said, “Simon.”

“Simon. Alright, Simon, do you wanna talk about it?” you offered.

“No,” he sternly said. “It’s stupid.”

“If you’re still here, then, it’s not,” you shrugged.

The man only looked at you for a moment.

“I might have… accidentally shoved my whole fist into the mouth of a zombie,” he carefully said.

“Oh,” you hummed in response.

To be honest, he was surprised by your nonchalant reaction. He thought you would have laughed at him. He was so glad you did not.

“Yeah,” he said. “It clamped my hand in. Took a force to get my hand out. Ripped my glove in the process.”

“You’re lucky the infection didn’t kick in sooner. Else you would’ve been one of them,” you said.

“I suppose, yeah,” he nodded.

From there, you thoroughly took care of his stump. You even told him afterwards how to properly take care of it. Then, you told him that he was good to go.

“You’ll be here tomorrow?” he asked as he stood up.

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“Alright,” he nodded and started to step away. “Just making sure I know who to seek in case I run a fever or something.”

You smiled at him.

“Let’s hope you don’t,” you lightly chuckled.

I’ll make an excuse, he thought to himself.

So, the next morning, once Simon woke up in his private quarter he brainstormed with himself on the excuses that he might use just so he could see you again in the infirmary. Maybe he could say that he had trouble replacing the bandage of his stump. Or maybe he was not feeling good, having a bad dream about it—something that was not entirely wrong.

This quarter—though not as spacious as the time before the apocalypse—was a little luxury that his rank gave him. He could sleep with his mask off and not have to share a bathroom with anybody.

Deciding to start his day, Simon got up from the bed and headed to the small bathroom. He thought about starting his day per usual, with a quick shower, brushing his teeth, then maybe getting some food and eating them in his quarter.

However, right after his very carefully done shower, Simon was frozen in front of his sink as he looked in the mirror. His right eye had turned milky like the infected, there were patches of skin that looked rotten on the right side of his face and body. His gaze descended to his right arm, seeing rotting looking skin. When he lifted a little bit of his bandage, he could see how much worse the skin around his stump looked.

For a few moments, Simon tried waking himself up, but soon he had to accept that he had been awake for quite some time. Though he was not a stranger to the thought of death, seeing that his time would come soon made him uneasy and a little anxious.

Well, Simon did not need to make an excuse to see you now because he had a very real reason to.

#simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

W: yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, disturbing actions such as kidnapping, stabbing, abuse, ooc etc+

Sorry there wasn't much "be their little girl" thing. And i just pulled whatever i could out of my ass because i absolutely did not know how to write this. I might make a better version of this in the future.

Yan! Hannibal & yan! Will x fem! Reader

What will you do?

You awokened sitting across the room as the two men who you thought you knew are talking so lovingly to each other as if they didn't have someone bound to a chair by ropes.

Your most logical instinct is to try to pry away the ropes but you knew better than that when they're right there in front of you. that would be stupid. Now the most logical thing you could do is just sit there and look pretty in order not to anger the two men considering what they're capable of.

As terrifying as it was it was quite funny as they had set up a small tea party for the three of you, although the cups were wine glasses. Calling you pet names and discussing small talk almost like acting as a family.

And looking down you realised a disturbing change of clothes. Your clothes looked similar to that of a little girl.

"Will and I have discussed our opinions of this but never thought of asking about yours, what colour of wallpaper would you like your new bedroom to be?" hannibal turned to look at you.

"I wished I would've asked you before hand so it could be a surprise but Will thought it would be rather be a peculiar question for you."

You glanced at Will who has a smile on his face and waits for your answer.

"... Uhm.. (C/N-"

"(C/N)?"

"see I told you!" Will's small laughter almost makes you forget the whole situation. Hannibal takes a sip from his glass, he has a slight look of defeat but smiles.

"well then, (C/N) it is."

You don't know why you were so calm, was it because the whole situation seemed so light hearted? But you didn't want to be here atleast you knew that and they did too.

You don't even know where to begin to start planning for an escape, you subtly positioned yourself in a way you'll feel the items in your pockets but you felt none in either of them. They kept asking questions in order to keep the awkward silence at bay, you didn't find the energy to answer them.

"Y/n, you haven't taken a bite out of your food, why's that?" hannibal asked you, almost tauntingly. Where would you find the need to eat in a time like this? Will looks a bit guilty.

They both know what you're thinking, that look on your face says it all. They're not delusional and you're not sure if it's bad or good, but they'll try anyway.

"try it, it's gonna get cold." Will smiles one more time to convince you.

You weren't in the mood nor have an appetite for this but you certainly didn't want an upset Hannibal near you. Forcing yourself to chew down the piece of food Will has fed you, it wasn't dry. It had flavor and juice but it didn't quench the dryness of the inside of your throat.

Despite the piece of meat having a soft texture, you found it difficult to swallow.

Just as Will was about to ask a question to break the silence, you found yourself unconsciously building up the courage to go and ask a question.

"why am I here?"

The already thick tension now doubled now suffocating probably all three of you at the same time. Should they just say it? Would it be a good idea to tell you it's basically a forced adoption? You looked at them. Cautiously but swiftly grabbing one of the sharp silverware placed near your plate of food with your free forearm. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, terrified they were going to hear it.

Hannibal proceeded to look at you and ask, "why are you so scared y/n?"

He probably smelt the fear and sweat in your body. At this Will stood up "can we talk privately?" Hannibal complied and moved to the kitchen.

It was a stupid decision but all you were more concerned about was getting the fuck out of here. You used this opportunity to cut the ropes around your elbows, and the ones on your ankles. It was cliché but you were glad it was.

You were about to burst tears of joy when you successfully sliced off the last rope. Your wrist was hurting from the constantly pressure and movement but you couldn't care less. Your heart dropped down to the floor when you heard their voices getting closer, you wasted not a single second and went sprinting straight to the front door.

Will and Hannibal became highly alert when they heard the dashing of footsteps. And to their horror, finding your seat empty.

Will ran after you but Hannibal stayed behind. Looking calmly at your seat and the missing utensil. Then he started walking to where you were.

You were running as fast as you could've but your body started feeling heavy and light at the same time. At the worst possible time. Until you couldn't even stand straight anymore. And you felt the frightening hands of Will.

"Y/n what were you thinking!?"

Will tried to drag you away and out of panic you pulled the knife from your pocket and rammed it into his hand. As Will yelled out in pain you heard Hannibal call out Will's name in concern.

You were absolutely scared shitless now. If you get caught you know they are not going to go easy. Adrenaline was rushing inside you but your body couldn't keep up for some reason. You were right in front of the door when a hand wrapped around your mouth and arm, ultimately stopping you so. This was it, you couldn't help but let a tear drop fall down.

"I don't like rude people. And i definitely do not like a rude brat."

You were struggling to pry yourself off of the man's grip, the hand on your mouth was removed but before you could make a noise, your vision blacked out.

When you awoke, you were greeted with the sight of an angry Hannibal and Will. That was the day and night you were the most emotionally and psychologically fucked up. Hannibal only held back because Will told him if was enough.

You never even thought of escaping again. That's okay, just behave like a good daughter and maybe Hannibal might be even nice enough to remove that memory from you.

#bruh this sucked so bad #nbc hannibal #hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #yandere hannibal #yandere hannibal x reader #Yandere will graham #yandere will #yandere will graham x reader #slashers #will graham kin #mads mikkelsen hannibal #hannibal lecter x child! reader (platonic) #will graham x child! reader (platonic) #idk what to label this actually

[aew-kun-age-regression]

Hi can I request a caregiver Snape little reader where Snape is the caregiver of one of his students and he notices they're small in class but trying to hide it so subtly makes sure they're safe until he can call them back afterwards reprimand them for trying to brew while small and do a look after sorry if this is too specific is cool if you don't want to do

Hii Darling! I absolutely can, I really liked this idea and I hope I portrayed the idea correctly with this! <3

"It's Dangerous.."

Paring: Platonic!Caregiver!Snape x Little!Reader.

Summary: You slip in class and continue to try to work, Snape isn't overly happy with this.

Warnings: Talk about not being able to regress, Exam stress, Out of character Snape, Nicknames (Kiddo)

@lunalovegood134

(Gender neutral reader)

‼️THIS IS NOT NSFW‼️

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Snape was observant. He was praised by Dumbledore for this as it made him a great professor, despite if his students liked him or not.

Within a few lessons of teaching you he knew you were not like everyone else in the class. He had noticed your legs swinging under the desk, he noticed how your eyes went wide anytime something happened to a potion in class, almost a child like glee.

He even noticed the small plushy that sat in your bag, hidden just enough for no-one to see it except you. And well him.

Snape quickly figured put that you were an age regressor and had no difficulty approaching you on the topic. So after class one day he pulled you aside and once everyone had left he questioned you.

He asked if anyone was looking after you and after finding out the answer was no he offered,

Claiming it unsafe for a little to be roaming Hogwarts without supervision of some kind.

It had been months since then and Snape had become your caregiver. He was amazing at it. Considering he seemed so strict it was shocking to find out that he had a caring side too.

Exams were rapidly approaching and there had been no time for you recently to regress, studying in any free time you had.

You were now sitting at your desk in potions, leg bouncing, biting your nails anxiously.

You wanted nothing more than to be small right now. To go over to Snape and ask for a hug.

Once again Snape was observant and didn't take long for him to realise that you had slipped. Clearly not intentionly. That wasn't the issue though, the issue lied in you currently trying to carry on with the lesson. You were using dangerous things whilst little.

Snape decided that you could be doing that so he stood at the front of the classroom, gaining everyone's attention.

"Since so many of you are getting this wrong I will do an example."

Everyone was confused, Professor Snape never did examples.

He went to stand by you and took the ingredients from your hand mumbling at you to sit down a seat over so he could stand where you were. You nodded and Snape proceeded to do the Potion.

Everyone got back to their places and continued there own potions as Snape turned to you.

"Please stay after class.."

Class ended shortly after and you approached Snapes desk.

"Are you okay?" Was the first thing he asked.

You nodded carefully, not making eye contact.

"We spoke about this didn't we. I told you if you were little you could not do potions. Its dangerous."

You nodded again.

He carefully pulled you into a hug, noticing you were tearing up.

"... your not in trouble kiddo. You need to understand that you could of got hurt, okay?"

"Y-yea"

"Okay. Well your too small to go to your next class, I will tell your next professor. You will stay here and you can do some colouring for now, yes?" He spoke.

"Okay!!"

And with that you spent the rest of the evening up until dinner in Snapes classroom colouring whilst he graded work.

#sfw agere #agere blog #sfw little post #sfw littlespace #little space #agere little #fanfics #fanfiction #aewlittlestories #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter agere #caregiver severus #caregiver!snape #sfw little community #little reader #little!reader

[writing-rat]

Knot What I Expected

Pairings: Vada Cavell X Reader

Content Warnings: 18+ content, G!P Vada, Werewolf Sex, Big dick, Werewolf Stuff

Word Count: 1545

Summary: Vada gets lost in wolf form where reader mistakes her as a dog, and brings her home while cleaning. That's when reader checks up on her in the morning she learns....

Requested by: @mindyswhore

It was raining and thundering one Thursday night, and you was stuck in the rain, walking home and getting away from your retail job. It was 7pm and your car was in the mechanics so you was forced to walk. You was soaked, and as you rounded the corner you saw a soaking dog walking down the street while also looking quite dirty. You widened your eyes, immediately forgetting about your own issues and crouched down. You glanced down to see the gender, before you called out. “Here boy,” you spoke quietly, not wanting to scare the dog. The dog looked rather surprised as he looked over and tilted his head, before he was wandering over to you. You smiled and gently rubbed his head. “You cold buddy?” You asked. “Come on, follow me home. I can wash you and warm you up,” you tried to bargain, thinking the dog wouldn’t understand. You proceeded to walk home, before stopping and looking back, surprised to see the dog actually following you. You grinned as you continued walking, soon unlocking your door as the dog trotted in after shaking the rain off. You proceeded to close the door and tugged off your own clothes, seeing your underwear were also soaking wet so you proceeded to take them off. You thought you saw the dog look away flustered, but decided it was just your brain. 

“Come on boy, the bathroom is this way. Lets clean you up now, hm?” you asked, to which the dog followed obediently and was tilting his head. You noticed how the dog looked like an husky and wondered who he belonged to. As you ran the bath, you patted around his neck before you couldn’t see or feel a collar so you gave up. You checked the water before nodding. “In,” you commanded quietly, pointing. The husky immediately went into the bath, as you slowly put water over the body, and was also being careful, deciding which soap was better to use. You decided the body soap would do for now as it had less chemicals. The dog was just panting as he was bathed, but wagged his tail as his body was touched. You was careful to not touch the private bits as you was knowing some male dogs were sensitive to it before you was soon finished. “Let me dry you then I can take you to a bed for the time being then see what I can do with you,” you spoke, mainly to yourself as you got the spare towel, starting to dry him off. Eventually he growled, you pulling the towel away before you was leading the dog to the spare bedroom. “I’ll be back in the morning,” you informed, seeing him curl up immediately. You smiled, going to your own room. 

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The next morning you woke up, and stretched as you only had a thin, long shirt over you. You yawned, walking to the spare room as you peeked in but jumped once you saw a girl inside and she had a… dick? You didn’t really care as you quickly grabbed a pair of shorts then stormed into the room. “What are you doing here? What did you do with the dog?” You demanded. The girl got up immediately, and looked around dazed before she realised. She was about to speak but you spoke first. “Answer me before I call the cops you pervert,” you growled out. “I was the dog… well wolf,” the girl spoke. “I’m Vada,” she added on, her eyes looking you up and down. You looked down at yourself before you noticed your hard nipples and covered your chest immediately. 

“No you wasn’t, that isn’t possible,” was your only response. You couldn’t believe it after all.

“No I am! You saw me wandering around the streets, let me in and bathed me. You stripped down naked too. You looked hot by the way,” she spoke. You couldn’t help but flush. “No, you watched me stalker. You’re a creep, and I don’t like this kink,” you spoke.

“What can make you believe it?” the girl, Vada, pleaded out. That’s when you noticed something with her dick. Sure, it was hard, probably from morning wood but it was a bit… engorged at the shaft.

You quickly strode over before you touched the knot, a hiss coming from the girl as well as a whimper, her mouth opening more where fangs were visible… well canines. “Holy shit, you are the dog,” you spoke. “Wolf, and keep touching it,” Vada growled out. “What is your name?” Vada asked, licking her lips, a predatory look in her eyes, just like she found her prey. It flustered her. “M-my name is Y/N,” you answered, slowly touching her knot again and was rubbing it, before your hand started to stroke her dick fully. You was taking the time to admire the short girl then. She had long, messy hair, as she also seemed to have more hair on her crotch than a normal human as well as hair on her stomach. You blushed as you noticed the abs and her small breasts before you rubbed her nipples. The wolf just growled out.

“Fuck, so good Y/N. Such a submissive omega for me,” the wolf growled out as she was leaned into the touch and slowly started to hump the other’s hand. You blushed harder as you let her thrust, seeing how powerful they were. The nipple stimulation wasn’t helping too, as her dick seemed to grow as well as the girl. She was about the same height as you know. As you rubbed her nipples harder, you felt your own wetness soaking your shorts as you grinded against the bed, the wolf smirking as she was watching you. “So close,” Vada grunted out, as she was nearing her wolf form. You noticed it as you blushed, noticing she wasn’t like the wolf the night before. This one was more humanoid. You blushed, noting how much bigger the wolf was. Originally the human form was around 6.5 inches hard, but now it had reached a 10 inches erection. That’s when she came, as she pressed her knot against your hand, growling as she came all over your hand, aiming it against you as well. You whined at your shirt being stained as a smirk was on the humanoid wolf before she was pinning you down. She tore your shirt off, as well as your shorts as she was growling louder. 

One thing you noticed before you was pinned was how her veins kept with her dick, and seemed to have more as her wolf form. You was whimpering as you felt the cold air hit your pussy when you felt heat and fur next. Vada’s dick. You blushed before you was pressed against her, before Vada put you in a mating press and was entering into you. You grunted a little bit, Vada noticing as she slowed down and was being much slower as she entered. You gasped and whined as she kept going, until she was done. Vada nipped at your neck, staying still as she was waiting for your consent to move, as she was biting and licking. Her front paws meanwhile groped your chest as she was rubbing the nipples, before you nodded after 3 minutes. “You can move,” you whimpered out. 

Vada slowly started to move inside of you, not wanting to hurt you but she was also wanting pleasure. She was biting your shoulder as she was thrusting, her paws groping and rubbing the nipple. She was the biggest you had ever taken, you only having taken only 6 inches before. This was a big adjustment but you would try for the horny wolf. You was slowly accepting you was a toy for it’s own pleasure after all, before you was soon fully adjusted. Vada was still gentle and slow before you gasped out in pleasure. “Harder, faster, please alpha,” you moaned out instinctively, causing Vada to growl and go harder as well as faster. She was rougher than expected however but you didn’t care as she had found your sweet spot after all. Vada was pounding into you as you noticed how she was bruising your breasts. You didn’t care however, she was pleasuring you after all. Soon Vada was getting closer and closer, grunts and growls slipping out of Vada’s mouth as she got closer before she was biting your shoulder gently. That’s when you came at the shock of being bitten, and the pleasure that came out before she came inside of you. You blushed as you felt her pushingthe knot in, being quick as she knew it could be painful. You whimpered in pain before she pushed it inside harshly, licking at your neck gently.

You screamed out in pain before you slowly relaxed again and was holding onto the wolf who was cleaning up her chest and neck. She was grunting as she tried to talk to her. You just smiled and held her gently. “I’m tired already so I’m going to nap. We can talk more after,” you spoke quietly, closing your eyes as she pushed your head onto her furry chest. You grinned, quickly falling asleep.

#vada cavell #vada x reader #vada cavell x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #ratboy writing #ratboy writes

[shellyballas]

BEG FOR IT ~ James Potter enemies to lovers smut

She watched him as he ran his hands through his dark waves. He was everywhere. She couldn’t get away from him. Everywhere she went he seemed to go. Teasing her, annoying her. Anything to get on her nerves.

James Potter had been her sworn enemy since their third year of school. Lorelei had transferred from Beauxbatons to Hogwarts when she was 13. James has always been the golden boy. Top of every class, every teaches favourite. However all that changes when Lorelei beat his score in their first DADA test at the beginning of that year.

*flashback*

Lorelei sat nervously as her professor went round handing back their parchment. Professor Cosgrove was known for never grading anybody higher than 90%. He said he didn’t believe in it.

The only person who had ever gotten above 90 was the one and only James Potter.

“Nigel Morrison not bad. Hetty Periford could have been better researched” professor Cosgrove droned on.

“James Potter, we’ll done”.

James stared down at the 88% at the top of his parchment an felt pretty chuffed.

“Sirius, Oi Padfoot” James poked his friend “how did you do?”

Sirius pointed to the 76 on his parchment and rolled his eyes. James then proceeded to show off his score while smiling at his disgruntled friend.

“Lorelei Armstrong” the professor paused to look at her “excellent dear”

Lorelei smiled when she saw her results and then thanked the professor. This caught James’s attention.

When class had ended he sauntered over to Lorelei and smiled his most charming smile. James had noticed her before, how could he not. She was funny and charismatic and extremely good looking with her long dark curls and big dark eyes and had quickly become known as the years “most desirable” which was a highly sought after title.

However as it was still only the first week James had never spoken to her directly. He introduced himself and she told her friend she’d catch up with them later.

“Professor Cosgrove is brutal for giving essays the first week back” he said smiling as he tilting his head to the side.

Lorelei smiled “yes he does seem like quite a disagreeable man”

“You mean he’s a huge ass” correct James.

She laughed and the both started to walk back to the Griffindor common room.

“So how did you do” James asked finally able to get the answer to Lorelei’s smile as she saw her score “He insists on never giving anyone over 90 so don’t worry about never getting one”

“Well he must have felt extra generous when he graded my essay because he gave me a 94.”

James was shocked. Nobody else had ever beaten him before let alone gotten 94. His expression turned sour.

“We’ll like you said he was probably just being nice”

Lorelei’s face harden. She was surprised by his sudden change in demeanour. Prick she thought. She turned to him.

“Why, is it so impossible that I got a good grade on my own merit?”

James was furious at her. Unreasonably, yes but that didn’t stop him. He knew it wasn’t her fault but James was not used to being challenged.

He tried to think of something to say. Anything.

“Your skirt is to short” he replied and then sauntered away.

Later, after he had cooled off James realised how poorly he had acted and made up his mind to apologise.

The next day James was in a great mood. He had a certain sort of spring in his step. His hair was falling in his signature effortlessly perfect sort of way. He strolled down to the main hall for breakfast and seated himself between Sirius and Remus. As they all chatted about quidditch and upcoming tests his eye was caught by a certain gorgeous brunette as she laughed entering the great hall. James thought she looked quite beautiful when she laughed.

“Whatcha staring at Prongs?” Asked Remus as he saw that James was no longer paying attention.

Sirius laughed “only James’s new best friend”

James had told Sirius about his encounter with Lorelei in their shared dormitory.

James then told Remus and he sighed.

“I’m sure many boys will be delighted that the famous James Potter as fallen into her bad books. Might give them a fighting chance” Sirius teased.

James swatted his arm and told him to shut up but the thought of it made him feel uneasy. As if on queue, Fredrick Handstead approached Lorelei where she sat. This was very displeasing to James. Fred was a Slytherin who played against James in quidditch which often resulted in fights between the two.

James watched the interaction carefully and found his fist clenching as she giggled at something he said.

“Cheer up Prongs” said Remus “I’m sure if you flick your hair at her she’ll hardly be able to resist you!”

On the other side of the Griffindor table, Lorelei smiled as Fred Handstead walked back to the Slytherin table.

“He sooo likes you!” Giggled Scarlett

“We’ll of course he does, he asked her on a date idiot!” Laughed Sylvie.

Sylvie was Lorelei’s favourite person at Hogwarts so far. She was smart and witty and had all the qualities she valued in a person.

“It’s just coffee” she replied “besides it’s my first week here, I’m not putting all my eggs in one basket.”

“Why, you got your eye on someone? Could it possibly be a certain Mr Potter who’s eyes haven’t left you all morning?”

Lorelei looked over to where James and his friends were sitting. He promptly looked away and pretended to be looking at the ceiling.

“After our encounter yesterday I’m pretty sure he’d rather eat slugs”

After James had sauntered off, Lorelei has stormed up to her dorm. There she told Sylvie and Scarlett all that had happened. They both found it hilarious and applauded her for sticking up for herself instead of dropping to her knees and sucking him off like a lot of other girls would.

“You don’t want him then send him this way” said Scarlett. It was no secret that she and many other girls would swoon if James so much as smiled at them. He was a complete womaniser.

The girls laughed and finished eating then made their way to their first class. Unfortunately for Lorelei, it was one of the many she shared with James.

As the three boys entered the classroom James muttered something about saving him a seat and headed straight for Lorelei.

“Hi” James mentally smacked himself. Could he have not thought of something more interesting to say!

Lorelei glanced to Sylvie who smirked and excused herself to join their other friends. Lorelei turned to James and smiled sweetly.

“Well look who it is! Merlin himself” she mocked “come to see if I need help finding a seat since I can’t do anything without someone being nice to me? Maybe you want to put in a good word to the professor for me, huh, make sure she’s nice to me too?”

James was taken aback for a moment but quickly recovered. He smirked at her.

“Just making sure you didn’t trip over something with your nose so high in the air”

Lorelei was furious. She didn’t understand why he was so obnoxious.

“Well I don’t have as much practice as you but I think I’ll manage”

And with that, she turned on her heal and strutted over to her friends. James watched her leave slightly stunned. And then he realised he skirt was even shorter than yesterday.

*end of flashback*

Ever since then, Lorelei and James were bitter rivals. Each trying to outdo the other. Which brought them to their 6th year.

It was a beautiful sunny day and most of the school were outside soaking up the sun. However Lorelei and Sylvie were up in their dorm room. Sylvie was helping Lorelei get ready for a date with Charles Everdeen. Lorelei was wearing a gorgeous white summer dress that complimented her curves nicely she was applying the finishing touches to her makeup when Sylvie told he to hurry up or she would be late.

With promises to tell her everything, Lorelei hugged Sylvie and left to meet Charles. This was to be their first date and they had arranged to meet at a previously agreed location.

She waited.

10 minutes late. Lorelei started to worry.

15 minutes late.

20 minutes late.

Finally 40 minutes later, a dejected looking Charles came round the corner. Lorelei was discussed. She crossed her arms over her chest and waited for his explanation.

“Lorelei I …” Charles trailed off with a troubled expression on his face. “I … I don’t think we should do this I mean the timing is off and we have to prioritise our study this year and I really don’t think this is the right time for either of us” Charles spoke fast as if he was scared that he might be shot.

Lorelei raised her eyebrows. She was furious. Not at poor Charles who looked like he had seen a ghost but at someone else entirely.

“Charles”

“Yes” he almost whispered

“Did James say something to you?”

“James umm … no uhh why would you think that … I”

“Charles” Lorelei warned. She looked at him with a look she had perfected that made the person on the receiving end shiver.

“Fine” sighed Charles “ he said that if I took you on this date then he would hang me from the astronomy tower by my underwear”

Lorelei was fuming.

“Charles, why don’t you go and have a lie down”

The poor boy looked like he was about to pass out.

Charles nodded and scurried away. Lorelei turned and stormed to where she knew she would find him.

The late September sun shone down on the marauders as they lounged under their favourite tree.

Remus was reading while Sirius and James talked about the upcoming quidditch match against Huffelpuff. Quidditch never interested Remus much. James was releasing and catching a snitch he had stolen over and over as he talked.

“Say James” said Sirius suddenly “have you interfered in a certain lovely ladies life recently?”

James looked at him confused.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because Lorelei is charging over here with a look on her face that would scare “you know who””

James turned just in time to see Lorelei storming toward him.

“You evil loathsome obnoxious but faced miscreant!”

Lorelie came to a stop in front of James and glared down at him. James sat up and fainted a look of surprise.

“Me? But faced? Is this true Sirius?”

Sirius was to busy trying not to find himself on the receiving end of Lorelei death stare to answer.

“Every single time James! EVERY TIME! What makes you think you have the right to deter, to sabotage every single one of my dates”

“I don’t know what your talking about”

“JAMES”

“He probably just realised what an insufferable lunatic you are and had second thoughts”

“Do you have me so much you are hell bent on destroying my life!” Raged Lorelei

I was the same old routine. Someone would finally have the courage to ask her out (most people were terrified of what James would do to them) and then at the last minute he would scare them or threaten them and she end up here screaming at him.

“I’m just doing them a favour sweetheart. Saving them from you”

“Aghhhhhhh”

Lorelei, seeing this conversation was going nowhere stopped off hoping to walk off her rage.

The Griffindor Christmas party was the most exclusive, out of control party of the year. The quidditch team hosted in the room of requirements and invitations were few and far between.

Lorelei and Sylvie were lucky and were now almost expected at these parties thanks to their party girl reputations, good looks and the fact that one member of the team or another we’re always trying to get in their pants.

Lorelei and Sylvie were late. But then again, they were always late to parties. Sylvie was wearing a tiny black dress while Lorelei was wearing a matching red one. With their contrasting appearance, Lorelei’s dark curls and eyes and Sylvie’s blue eyes and blond hair, they were a sight for sore eyes.

Lorelei finished painting her nails red, preformed a quick fast drying charm and they were on their way.

James was drunk, very drunk. And having a wonderful time. Captain of the quidditch team and having just beaten Slytherin in a very important match it would be fair to say James was on top of the world.

Some pretty Ravenclaw was sat on his lap talking about something he didn’t care about when he saw her.

Taking a shot from the floating drink trays she downed it in one and went for another. James was bewitched. He couldn’t look away.

Sirius saw his friend expression and rolled his eyes “just shoot your shot already”

“Huh”

“You’ve been pining after her for years” exclaimed sirius exasperated.

“Don’t know what your talking about”

Sirius rolled his eyes again and went back to making out with whatever girl he was seeing at the moment.

The more hours passed the drunker everyone got. Lorelei found herself on the dance floor as she did at most parties shaking and swaying her hips to the music

She felt someone press up against her back and saw Colin Jenkins behind her. He was hot so she let him grab her hips and dance with her.

From across the room James Potters great mood had been ruined by the sight I front of him. He was gripping his class so tightly it was a miracle it didn’t shatter in his hand.

Suddenly something inside of him snapped. He downed his drink and sauntered towards Lorelei.

Lorelei suddenly felt a hand enclose her wrist.

“Hey”

“Hey Colin can I borrow Lorelei here for a moment, I can, great thanks”

And with that he dragged her off the dance floor and over to a dark candle lit corner of the room.

“What the fuck James”

Lorelei was fuming. James admired her appearance for a moment. A wave of confidence had washed over him.

“Did you enjoy the match today”

“WHAT! You drag me away to ask me if I enjoyed the match! Oh my god Potter you are the most infuriating person I have ever met!”

Lorelei scowled up at him, furious that he had dragged her away.

James smirked “oh yeah”

“You can’t seriously or proud of that”

The pair were standing so close to each other that James could practically taste her perfume.

“You think your gods gift don’t you” Lorelei poked James’s chest with her finger as he towered over her.

“But you are nothing more thank a stuck up ass wipe”

“Is that so”

“Yes, yes it is so”

“Tell me more”

“You James Potter are a good for nothing toe rag”

Poke

“Who struts around acting like your a god …”

Poke

“…damn…”

Poke

“…saint!”

James suddenly grabbed her waist pulling her close.

“You know what I think” he said softly.

Lorelei was to stunned to speak. All she could do was state into his oh so gorgeous eyes.

“I think you look amazing in this dress”

James slid his hand up Lorelei’s back and toyed with one of the straps on her shoulder. His touch made her shiver as the hand she had on his chest began to clutch his shirt.

Her breathing quickened and she was sure he could heel how fast her heart was beating as he stared thoughtfully at her strap.

“You know what else I think?”

Lorelei could no nothing but wait for his response, entranced but the man in front of her. His hair messy, eyes so dark she felt as if they could see into her soul.

“I think it would look even better off”

Grabbing her jaw with one hand James slammed his lips onto Lorelei’s. The kiss was forceful, it was messy, it was pure lust.

James reached behind her and snapped her strap against her back. Lorelei moaned granting his tongue access to her mouth.

Lorelei ran her hands through his thick hair and James moved his lips to her jaw, peppering kisses down her neck.

Suddenly James pulled away. He admired the sight in front of him. Her swollen lips, her lust filled eyes, all for him.

He bend down and whisper in her ear.

“Let’s get out of here”

All Lorelei could do was nod as James grabbed her hand and dragged he up to his dorm room. As soon as the door closed behind her, Lorelei was pushed against it. James’s hands found home on her hips as he kissed her as if she was oxygen and he was struggling to breath.

All of a sudden, Lorelei spun free of his right grip and turned so James had his back against the door. She needed to regain control.

Slowly she dropped to her knees in front of him. She smirked up at him as she began to undo his jeans.

James’s had never seen a more perfect sight. Her eyes wide and dark peering up at him through her thick lashes, all for him.

Slowly Lorelei started to palm his length. James let out a low grown. Spurred on by his reaction, she licked a strip up his length and began to take him in her mouth.

“Fuck darling” James moaned “so fucking perfect”

Lorelei started to bob her head up and down extracting more praise from the man in front of her.

“Taking me so well sweetheart”

“Such a good little slut for me”

James then grabbed her chin and pulled her to her feat.

“As heavenly as that mouth of yours feels” murmured James “I think if I don’t get you on that bed I might loose my mind”

James’s lips found hers as he walked her backwards. James spun her around and started to kiss her neck as he’s slowly unzipped her dress.

James felt as if all his Christmas’s had come at once. As the satin dress slipped from her body revealing he black lingerie, James had never been so turned on in his entire life.

He gently lay he down on his bed. He then reached between her breasts and snapped her bra off.

“Hey!” Whined Lorelei “that was one of my favourites”

James smiled as he kissed her.

“I’ll buy you 10 more”

Lorelei then began to unbutton his shirt and when that had been discarded James crawled down and began to slide her panties off. Once she was complete bare under him, he slipped two fingers into her mouth.

“Suck” he commanded

Lorelei did as he was told. He then removed his fingers with a satisfying pop and began to trail them down her body stopping just above where she needed him most.

Lorelei whined beneath him.

“Tell me what you want”

“James” she whined

“I want to hear you say it” James taunted “want to hear you beg for it”

“Please”

“You can do better than that”

“Please touch me James please I’ll be so good I promise”

James smiled above her. He then insirted his long digits into her.

“Well since you asked so nicely”

Lorelei was a mess. A hot moaning mess. And James loved it. He loved the way her face contorted in pleasure. He loves the sweet sounds that fell from her lips. He loved the way she arched her back.

“So wet for me” he cooed

Lorelei could fell her high approaching. Just as she was about to cum, James removed his fingers much to Lorelei’s dismay. She whined at the loss of contact.

“Say it. Say your all mine and mine only, no one else’s”

“I’m all yours James, all yours”

Satisfied with her response he began to pleasure her again. Soon Lorelei was cumming. She threw her head back as the pleasure washed over her.

James then brought her fingers to her mouth, demanding she suck again. He watched her. Obsessed. He was obsessed with her mouth, her hips, her breasts, everything.

James then lined himself up with her entrance and slowly began to pushh into her.

“Fuck doll, so tight”

Once he had bottomed out he stoped moving. Lorelei protested.

“Tell me what you want doll”

“Want you to fuck me”

And with that, James started pounding into her. He was relentless, like a man possessed. Profanities left both their lips as they chased their high. The sound on skin slapping skin mixed with their moans filled the room.

Soon James’s thrusts became sloppy.

“I’m so close” moaned Lorelei

“Cum for me darling”

And she did, triggering his release. James rode out their high and then collapsed beside her wrapped one arm around her and pulling her close.

They both lay there for a moment just processing what had just happened. Then James looked over at Lorelei with a mischievous look in his eye.

“You look a bit sweaty Armstrong, you should probably have a shower”

Lorelei just laughed and swatted his arm as he scooped her up and carried her to the shower.

“This is never happened again Potter so don’t get used to it”

“Sure sure”

“I’m serious”

“Of course you are”

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