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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 3 months

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The Risk Of The Sport - LN

Summary: After secretly dating for a couple months, Lando loses his cool when y/n is in a crash and unresponsive, he outs the relationship to her brother despite the risk of his reaction.

Verstappen/Le Mans driver!reader

Basing this in the future so dates for races both Le Mans and F1 are 2024 dates, bc obviously I like to make my fictional stories at least accurate to the real schedule 🤣

More than one of the drivers was attending Le Mans between their own races. After all it's a good race to watch and seeing a Verstappen take part. There's no secret of high expectations for the young woman.

"I can't wait for you to take that P1." Max smiles as himself and Lando stand in her trailer.

"No pressure then." Y/n jokes looking a little nervous. Her gaze flicks to Lando prompting him to speak up and just get a chance to reassure his girlfriend in hopes of being a good boyfriend but no giving himself away to Max.

"You'll be great, we might have to get you to train us up if we want to join Le Mans one day." Lando smiles, a little annoyed her can't be more affectionate with his girlfriend. But they both know better than to risk exposing themselves in front of Max right now.

"Thanks." Y/n mumbles but her nervous don't look steadied.

"We will leave you to calm yourself down." Max declares already half way out the door before he pauses noticing Lando not move.

"I'll catch up, I gotta pee." Lando states, not entirely lying but y/n smiles looking at her brother who nods and takes off. Presumably wanting to speak to someone else because he seems fairly eager to leave quickly.

After Lando does actually pee, he moves back out and without a word he's cupping y/n's face, kissing her multiple times and feeling the tension melt from her a little.

"You are going to do amazing."

"Thank you." Y/n whispers letting out a heavy breath. "I just don't want to let anyone down."

"You won't. Completely impossible." Lando promises making her look at him unsure of his words. "You won't. I really promise you."

"Ok. Ok. I have to get out that mind set anyway. I've trained, everyone says I'm ready. They wouldn't put me in a car that I'm not ready for." Y/n breathes earning a proud grin from Lando before he pecks her lips. "Alright, you need to go before Max suspects something. He might seem like he's oblivious but the man can act well whenever he wants."

"I will be rooting for you. Don't worry, once you're in the car, you'll just feel so in your element."

"I know. I know. Thank you. And...I'm glad you're here. It means a lot."

"I wouldn't miss it. Plus I'm going to finally have a proper celebration and it'll be for your achievement not mine."

Y/n is actually the second driver in the car.

After the first drive managing a three hour stint, she follows up with 3 and a half hours before swapping out and taking a rest. She gets into her third stint and that's when things seem to ramp up, reaching the 23 hour mark.

"Is she going till the end?" Lando questions leaning to Max who is fully focused on the race.

"Probably, she's been in the car for 2 hours but she could easily take it to the end. She's been making the most progress when they have her in the car. Most overtakes for position." Max nods while Lando frowns a little.

They caught some footage of y/n in the garage awaiting her time to get in the car. She looked pretty exhausted, which is to be expected but it was pinching in his gut.

They're finally in the last hour and y/n seems to be preparing for an overtake but that's when things seem to just go wrong. Horribly horribly wrong. Her brakes fail on the corner and she smashes into the other car, her own car flipping forward over the car and it just keeps going.

Everyone in the room is up on their feet, gasps and distant screams from the spectators outside is audible. It almost feels like she's in slow motion and when the car hits the barrier there's hardly anything left to call a car. They can see her in the cockpit, exposed from the damage.

The next moments are a blur.

She's dragged out the car as gently as possible by the medical team and Lando rushes with Max trying to find someone to give them information on the young woman and her condition before they finally get to the pit wall.

"She's not responsive. They're getting her to the nearest hospital."

And like that, they are on their way finding the nearest hospital and getting there in record speed.

It's not till they're forced to sit in the waiting room that Max finally notices that Lando looks nearly ill with worry.

"I didn't know you were so close to y/n that this would be so important to you." Max comments clearly beginning to suspect there is something. Though in reality he just assumes Lando has a crush on his sister.

"I don't think now is the time to talk about this." Lando mutters then standing up and beginning to pace a little, clammy hands rubbed on his jeans.

"My sister is in emergency surgery after a crash that just decimated a car and you are keeping secrets to do with her from me." Max scoffs making Lando look at him, there's tears in his eyes before he sits down again closing his eyes as the crash replays in his mind.

There's no way she's coming out of this alive.

They can try to save her. They can pretend there's a way to bring her back. To let him wake up to that smile and hear that laugh. To give him hope about having a long and happy life with her.

But those types of crashes don't have happy endings.

"Tell me what is going on." Max pushes making Lando swallow back the sick rising up his throat as the images continue to replay in his head. "Lando."

His eyes finally snap open and he looks at the Dutchman.

"Y/n...I fucking love her man. I love her and I never told her, but we've been-we've been together and spending so much time together for months now and...now I might have just lose her. I might have lost her and I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to do without her."

Max looks blank. Staring at Lando for a moment before slumping back and pinching at the bridge of his nose.

Neither of them say anything for the next 4 hours. Hell they don't even look at each other. But eventually the doctors come out at tell them exactly what's going on.

Severe bruising of the brain, broken arm and dislocated shoulder, broken ribs which punctured her lungs, severe internal bleeding as a result. Still unresponsive and there's no reassurance that she is going to wake up.

Her future is one giant grey area of confusion and no confidence in her recovery. A coin toss could predict her future about as accurately as the doctors could right now.

"Lando, we spoke to Max. but obviously you were there at the Le Mans race. We heard you were at the hospital too. Do you know anything, maybe any updates about y/n?" The interviewer asks making Lando swallow thickly.

Tears prickle at the edges of his eyes. The race replacing in his head, the emotions that followed and the icy atmosphere of the waiting room after he spoke to Max.

"No, umm I haven't heard anything. But quite a few of us drivers were there, obviously we know Max. We've gotten to now y/n quite a bit. She spends time around the paddock and F1 a lot. So we're really all just hoping that we see her around here again very soon." Lando states then shifting uncomfortably.

Flying over to Spain. Leaving y/n because work demands it. Both Max and Lando have been visibly shaken by what they saw and how it's effected them. Not that it's effected their performances, but there's no hiding the emotional toll it's taken on them. It shows all of their faces.

"She's going to be alright, mate. If Verstappen's have one thing about them, it's strength and fight." Jon states, being one of the only people that really knew about y/n and Lando. Only because he helped aid them in sneaking around.

Lando doesn't say anything, having only spoken when absolutely necessary.

Spain turns into Austria, then Silverstone where things feel numb. He manages smiles, and a decent race for the fans but there's no secret that y/n's lack of updates is meaning a lack of progress and since the races are currently one weekend after another. He's been visiting her but every time it hurts.

After Silverstone he has to divide time between y/n and still doing a couple other things for McLaren. Max bears the same weight of balancing time waiting for his sister and going to make sure he's still keeping to his work.

Doctors still can't tell what's happening with her, only that her body is healing. But CT scans aren't giving them a reason for why she won't wake up.

Max sits on the other side of the young woman, and despite seeming to spend time together constantly. Neither have spoken a word to each other since the day of the crash.

"When-When did you two start dating?" Max questions making the Brit look at him for a moment.

"She agreed to go on a date after qualifying in Jeddah and we went to a driving range and...she proved that you Verstappen's are perfect at everything. Said she hadn't played golf in her life and managed to demolish me." Lando states feeling a little lighter just at the thought of the memory.

"Sounds like y/n." Max scoffs since while he may appear as talented in driving. He doesn't necessarily hold the same instantaneous talent of any sport or hobby he picks up, unlike his sister who only needs a few attempts to get to grips with anything she tries her hand at. "Why didn't she want to tell me?"

"I think she was just worried you'd not approve. You're not exactly the least intimidating guy when you're angry. I wasn't all that eager to admit it to you either." Lando shrugs while casting his gaze back to y/n. "You already know it, but your sister is the most amazing person on this planet. And I don't even think I was worth her time, but I need her."

"I probably should've guessed that she was dating someone. She seemed happier than I'd seen her in a long time." Max sighs then leaning back. "I uh...I was talking to the doctors about moving her to the hospital in Monaco. They said she'd be ok to be moved, so long as equipment and transport works. That way she's close to people when she wakes up."

When not if. That brings some reassurance to Lando's nerves despite Max having no power over her waking up.

"Are you asking me if I approve?" Lando questions slightly amused.

"No. I just wanted to tell you so you don't come back here to visit and find she's gone." Max chuckles before sighing as he looks back at his younger sister.

With the move of hospitals, Lando only got a short visit to her between Hungary and the beginning to the Spa weekend.

Thursday and Friday drag in a painfully slow way, but it's Saturday, arriving in the paddock there's floods of people in the paddock. For a Saturday it's so weirdly busy that he really doesn't understand why there's so much fussing.

"What's going on?" Lando asks as he spots someone from the McLaren team.

"Y/n is here. Awake and...very much alive."

Lando nearly trips rushing to push his way through the crowd who are shouting and yelling questions but they finally part when Max snaps telling them to back, off and that gives Lando the opportunity to break through the crowd.

Y/n looks frail, weak and tired. But when she spots Lando her, hands push Max's hand from her own and she runs towards him.

Lando catches her, lifting her body off the floor. Feeling the difference of her weight. The feather light feeling from her muscle not being used.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't call you, I'm sorry. I woke up and I just...I wanted to get here and see you." Y/n rambles, her voice sounding sore from lack of use.

"Come on guys, we'll get somewhere more private." Max states making her nod a little as she lands back on her feet, the two drivers each take one of her hands. Max leading them and Lando walking slightly behind her.

Eventually they get into the Red Bull unit, Lando getting a one time pass given the circumstances.

"Didn't know I was so important and popular that they would care that I showed up." Y/n jokes then sighing as she hugs herself. A sweater adorning her body but it looks like it's swallowing her whole.

"Scared the fuck out of a lot of people, y/n." Lando mumbles earning a sad expression before she moves forward, sliding her arms around his waist in a slow hug before he returns the gesture and sighs, a warm blanket of comfort just from having her here. "Is it really safe for you to have traveled?"

"I woke up Wednesday night, told them not to tell Max. I'm an adult so technically they can't go against my wishes. They kept me for tests and stuff Thursday and Friday, then I flew out here this morning. All okayed by the doctors. But only because there's medical professionals here who can give immediate medical attention if I need it." Y/n explains then smiling. "And for the record, if you two were talking to me. I couldn't hear fuck all. So I hope there was no like childhood secret confessions, Max. Otherwise you need to admit them."

"I did confess to being the one who broke your first car. But only because I knew you wanted a new car."

"That's a stupid secret. Everyone knew it was you, no one mentioned bit because you really thought you had got away with it." Y/n scoffs with a small laugh then sighing. "Um. Look you are both now running late for FP3. So if you two want to get going. I'll-"

"Come to the garage please." Max cuts in making her smile lightly and nod.

"Can I have a moment with Lando before I do?"

"Fine." Max murmurs though he doesn't sound overly thrilled as he shoots Lando a look of warning then finally leaves making her smile at Lando.

"How long did he give you the silent treatment?"

"From the day of the crash till a couple weeks ago." Lando admits earning a sympathetic look before he kisses her finally his blood settling a little. "Will you come to McLaren for qualifying?"

"I'll see what I can do. Max might not be so eager to let me sit in another team's garage and Christian can be pretty territorial of all those associated with Red Bull." Y/n jokes then shaking her head. "Yeah, I'll be there. Max will just have to deal with it."

"We have seen a lot of y/n and she has been kind enough to come and talk to people in the media pen. Max told us that you are the reason y/n was in the McLaren garage. Is there something you want to tell us?"

"Ahaha, are you trying to get me in some trouble? What did y/n say?" Lando laughs looking around and hoping to see y/n standing around lurking somewhere for him to pull her over."

"She said that we should ask you because you would decide if it was ok to say anything."

Lando hums before finally spotting y/n and perking up.

"Y/n!"

Y/n perks up at her name and moves over to him with a smile, she still looks pretty withered but in truth she has even perked up slightly from being provided with food and water in both garages.

"Are you spreading secrets?" Lando questions earning a slightly cheeky expression from the young woman.

"No. I'm letting you share the secrets. I can tell them if you want." Y/n smiles then hugging him as he nods almost as if he's shy to tell them. "F1's most eligible bachelor is actually hooked on yours truly."

"Most eligible bachelor?" Lando snorts then sighing as he pulls head in front of him and rests his chin onto of her head. "She's not lying, she's stuck with me."

"Well congratulations. That explains a lot about you and Max both seeming to be a little out of after y/n's accident."

“Now I feel bad. Still need to actually see the footage from the crash. I don’t remember anything but I want to know what they had to sit and witness.” Y/n sighs then swallowing thickly while Lando looks down at her with a wavering smile.

The memory even now still haunts him. He’d finally spoke to Max about it only a few days ago and it seemed that he was still troubled by it. Really he thought he might finally get comfort when the day came that y/n woke up, but even now his muscles seem to be tensing uncomfortably.

Eventually y/n manages to end the interview and drag Lando away.

Y/n isn’t okayed to drive even a regular car yet so he drives them back to the hotel after qualifying and honestly once they’re back and showered from the day. He just curls up around y/n.

“I love you, y/n.” Lando finally utters knowing it’s long overdue.

“I love you too, you muppet…took you long enough to finally say it. I don’t want to say there was an inflated ego happening but you really didn’t hide it.” Y/n laughs before sighing as she gently shifts his damp curls around. “I’m sorry that you had to watch the crash and see that. I can’t imagine what must’ve been running through your mind.”

“Don’t apologise. That crash was out of your control. You couldn’t stop it anymore than I could.” Lando mumbles not wanting her to feel any guilt over his emotions that followed the crash. “I’m just happy you’re alive and ok…I think everyone thought that we might not ever have you back.”

“Nah, Max would drag me back from the dead if that had’ve been the case. He couldn’t survive in a world without me. I’m his favourite family member.”

“For good reason. You’re my favourite family member of the Verstappen lineage.”

“Given my competition, I actually know that Max threatens that position depending on the day. You two are besties.” Y/n teases then sighing. “Alright, I’m fighting sleep here and I’ll fail soon.”

“You should definitely get some sleep.” Lando states making her smile lightly since she knows he’s saying that for the exact reason of her definitely having doctors instructions to rest as much as possible given her body is still fatigued with the matter of her body being fresh out a coma following severe trauma. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Y/n smiles lightly, eyes closed while she feels Lando trace the scars of the emergency procedure to fix her collapsed lungs.

There’s always going to be reminders of the crash, not that it was at risk of being forgotten but there’s physical evidence of it.

One thing Lando is almost certain of, despite her not having mentioned or confirmed it, y/n will be determined to be back to health and wanting to compete in Le Mans to get a podium at the very least. But preferably win the race with her team.

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octoberautumnbox · 3 months

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I Got All I Need

Le Sserafim Kim Chaewon (ft. Soloist Jo Yuri & Male Reader)

Categories/warnings: smut, phone sex, masturbation, voyeurism i think, anal, abuse, rough sex, like really really rough sex (kinda)

Word count: 1.6k

a/n: wrote on a whim lol no proofread no beta im sorry anways--

Chaewon lay bored in her bed, having exhausted her SNS feeds and Watch Later playlist. Her members sent all manner of pictures with their families and other friends in the groupchat, and honestly, genuinely, Chaewon was happy for them! And just a teeny bit envious, that's all, cross her heart and hope to die.

Her phone read 6:06 pm, and on her first long weekend off in the year, she had nothing to do. She was getting desperate for some fun. She opened her contacts app and punched in a random number.

"Ah, sorry, Chaewon-ssi," the voice on the other end of the line admitted, "Yena won't be back in Korea until next Friday. I'll let her know you called."

"Hi, this is Eunbi! I can't come to the phone right now. Please leave me a message and I'll get back to you in a jiffy!" Of course she uses an answering machine, Chaewon thought.

"Hi, Unnie!" Chaewon was overjoyed! "Hey Minmin, I was just curious if you were down to eat--" The sound of a bell rang loud in the other side of the phone call. "Oops, I'm really really sorry Unnie. Gotta get back now. Long night ahead of us, they're even killing my character again today! See you soon!"

Looking to her closet, Chaewon's mind was half-set to just put on a warm coat and go out alone. That's a thing people do nowadays, right? Go out and eat by themselves?

Sighing, she went for one last-ditch effort. She knows she won't pick up. She knows that even if she does, she wouldn't want to come out. She knows that if she wants to come out, it'll be shabu-shabu and sitting around by the Han River. "Oh well," Chaewon resigned, "At least I won't be alone."

She scrolled down her contacts and found her name. Tap, tap, tap, and the ringing started. One ring, two, three, and four. Chaewon expected this, so much so that she's not even disappointed.

"H-hello?" Chaewon fought back a gasp! "Hey, hi Yuri! I was going to go out for a bite--"

"Ah, fuck..." Silence filled the phone line for a good few seconds before Yuri's end broke it again. "Shit, th-that's really good."

"Yuri?" "Ffffuck yes, just like that..." Disbelief filled Chaewon's mind. "Sorry," Yuri struggled to whisper, "wh-who is this?"

"It's... It's Chaewo-" "Fuck! Shit, shit, shit, please..."

Chaewon had half a mind to just drop the call then and there, and she should, right? This is one of her best friends in the world. Busy, as they say, with something important.

"Unnie, I'm so sorry, I just have the thickest cock ripping my asshole apart right now, ahhh, oh fuck, OH FUCK!"

Although, as much as Chaewon wants to deny it, dropping the call was out of the question now. She had to know just what exactly was going on.

"Are you okay, Yuri? Do... you need me to call someone?"

"Haahhhhh... Ahh, AHHHH!" Yuri's scream ripped through the phone line, and Chaewon couldn't keep her own free hand from straying anymore.

"Unnie, I... I need y-you... to keep a... a secret," It was hard for Chaewon to decipher what her friend was saying, between every moan and grunt littered across her speech. She couldn't resist, though, that she was paying more attention to them than whatever words could be spilling out of Yuri's mouth.

"I'm... with my... with my boyfriend. He's p-pounding my ass right now..." Chaewon was groping her own ass at that moment, and she could feel herself getting moist.

She heard whispering at the other end. Yuri's voice rang clearer, even if a bit shakier. "He says... if I end the call... he'll tie me up and, and leave me," Yuri's breaths are heavy and laced with exhaustion, "un-until morning. So I'm sorry, but I can't... Mmmmff..."

Chaewon couldn't believe she was getting hot to the sound of her friend getting fucked hard. There was no way pure, sweet, innocent Yuri was like this, right? Absolutely impossible.

And yet, she found her own hand slipping under her panties. She felt her smooth pussy lips, how they were slick against her fingers, and how her insides were starting to burn up.

"Unnie... he's making me tell you..." Chaewon was all ears now, desperate for more.

"I have six inches of cock up my ass... and three ffffingers... in my soaking cunt." Three wouldn't fit, Chaewon thought, so she settled for two inside herself. Her pussy lips parted for them, and Chaewon let out a tiny "mmmh."

"He... he's rubbing my clit, and... AHHH--" Chaewon was palming her own clit as her fingers shoved themselves slowly in and out of her pussy, letting more of her juices out and onto her panties.

"... and he's s-slapping and pinching it, Unnie..." Frustrated and in heat, Chaewon frantically stripped and kicked away both her shorts and panties; they were ruined anyway. She lay comfortably back onto her bed and spread her legs, in prime position for her own missionary fucking, with regrettably nothing more than her left hand.

"And Unnie..." Her former member's deep and heavy breaths occupied the phone line. "P-please... don't let this... change how you see me... God, please, no..."

Chaewon pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy hard now. Her juices were falling all over her bedsheets, and the scent of her sex reaching her nose only spurred her on.

"Yuri... Tell me."

"He... he creampied me, Unnie..." Suddenly, Chaewon's hips lifted off the bed momentarily as she heard this. Her fingers found a good spot as she returned to the bed, and from then on strove to hit it again and again and again.

"More, Yuri-yah... please..." She couldn't hide it anymore, Chaewon was moaning just as loudly now as her beloved friend.

"Th-three times, Unnie... in my ass..." Chaewon's eyes shut tight as her brain locked onto what was being said. "And... six... I think, in my... my pussy... oh- OH GOD!"

Chaewon started grinding against her palm, forcing more pleasure through her crotch. She humped against the air, lifting and dropping her hips in a needy bid for her sweet release.

"FUCK! Unnie, I can't remember-- Shhhhhit, shitshitshitshit... How- how many times he came in my cunt- AHHHH!"

She could hear it so much better now, how her friend's ass slapped against her boyfriend's waist. Yuri's moans rang louder still, pushing her phone's speaker to its limit.

"Unnie, holy fuck, Unnie... Please... don't..." Yuri collected herself for a moment before starting again. "He... he has my-my nipples in clamps, too... It hurts so good, Chaewon-unnie, shit... everything is so good..."

Chaewon struggled against her top, and managed to get all of it up past her chest and under her neck. Her breasts bounced out from under her bra and relaxed. She pinched and squeezed her left nipple as hard as she could, feeling the nub stiffen against her fingertips.

"And I came, Unnie..." Her fingers returned to pleasuring her now-leaking pussy. Chaewon rubbed around her lips to collect more of her slick, before shoving now three of her fingers inside her.

"I came so... so many times. F-fifteen... before I- ahhh- lost c-count." Chaewon found her pace and rhythm again. She pistoned her fingers into and out of her sex as her moans reached the other end of the line too.

"Fuck, Yuri-yah, that sounds so fucking good... I'm close... I'm so close!"

"He's forcing me t-to tell you, Unnie, ahhhhh..."

Chaewon shut her eyes again, wishing, imagining it was her getting the railing of her life. Only now did she realize how big the wet spot on her bed between her legs was.

"I'm... Unnie, I'm... his slut. I'm his ffffuuuckdoll..."

Chaewon was straining herself now, her arm muscles burning with overexertion. She felt her cunt leak so much of her sex all over her hand. She wildly fingered her g-spot, praying that her climax comes soon.

"I'm his pleasure girl, Unnie," Chaewon heard her friend's voice break with sobs between words and moans. "I'm his slutty, hhhorny, p-personal o-onahole..."

At this point, Chaewon was sobbing too. Why couldn't she have a boyfriend like that? Why can't she be the one getting sexually taken advantage of? She even bet she could make Yuri's boyfriend feel worlds better than Yuri ever could.

"I'm his... I'm his slutty fucking cumdump, Unnie! He fucks me raw and creampies my cunt- AHHHHH- and I love when he fills my womb up so much it leaks out of my abused pussy!"

A scream dragged itself across Chaewon's throat, and she made sure both Yuri and her boyfriend heard. Chaewon's arm burned hotter with overfatigue as she was nearly breaking her own pussy with how hard she was pumping. "Fuck, Yuri! Please! I need to cum!"

"Fuck, Unnie, me too! Shit, Unnie, I have to tell you..."

Tears streamed down Chaewon's cheeks now, her crotch and thighs soaked with her slick. She's already lost control of herself and fully gave in to her body's desires, wailing cries and moans that she couldn't even recognize as her own anymore.

"I'm not safe, Unnie! I'm so fucking f-fertile! He's going to make me pregnant! H-he's put- FUCKING SHIT, PLEASE DADDY- He's putting a fucking baby in my womb!!! AAAHHHHHHH!"

"FFFFUCK, YURI! HOLY FUCK I'M CUMMING SO MUCH!!!"

Chaewon's cum sprayed out of her sore cunt in intense streams. Chaewon forcefully pulled her fingers out as her hips convulsed violently, wringing out every last drop of her climax. She kept squirting for what felt like ages, and with every spurt of her girlcum she grew less and less alert.

Her eyes were heavy, and her ears were failing her. Her hands dropped to the sides, as did her waist onto the mattress as her climax overwhelmingly resolved. She grew less and less aware of her heart beating out of her chest, and, finally, passed out naked on her cum-soaked bed.

a/n: lmao jesus christ anyways this wasn't the incest smut i was talking abt that's still in the works

#girl group smut #izone smut #kpop smut #le sserafim smut #kim chaewon smut #chaewon smut #jo yuri smut

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donatellawritings · 2 months

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please some toxic, possessive, and straight up insane rafe 🥲

tee-hee … my favorite, sorry if it’s short!

rafe cameron was and will always be possessive of you, you were his girl, and his alone. in recent times, he’d found different outlets when it came to getting his blistering jealous streak under control. when he was of a sound mind, he’d simply put you in check — whispering low warnings into your ear, or lightly nudging the side of your chin with his knuckle. you were pretty good at keep rafe down to earth, enough to where he’d mentally check out of a situation, instead of sending his eager fist into someone’s jaw. again, this was when rafe was of a sound sober mind. once cocaine and alcohol viciously coursed their way through rafe’s veins, he became an exhilaratingly impulsive decision-maker, much to your dismay. it was difficult to bring rafe down from his peaking highs of anger, but you knew that it was simply his insecurities being pushed to the forefront.

you were sat on the couch, your tired doe eyes focused on the trashy reality show you’d been engrossed in for the evening — your swollen lips were slightly parted as you subconsciously held your thumbnail between your teeth, your shiny blown out hair cascading down your shoulder blades as you curled into the couch wearing rafe’s oversized crewneck and lace pink panties that failed to cover the curve of your plush ass. you lazily brought your thumb from between your teeth, and down to your gifted chain as you rolled the diamond ‘R’ initial between your thumb and index finger. your wispy lashes began to slowly blink together as you sighed sleepily, letting out a short yawn as the front door could be heard opening, then slamming closed.

“wh-where’s my pretty girl?” rafe’s slurred voice boomed through the foyer, causing your eyes to open as you flinched out of your dozed off state. an excited gasp left your lips as you crane your head back, holding your arms open with a cheesy grin. rafe’s bloodshot baby blues widened with an exaggerated excitement as he stumbled towards you, “there she is — m’pretty princess, hi baby,” he slurred, earning a small laugh from you as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing a loud and wet smack of a kiss to his dry lips.

pecking his lips, once more, your threaded eyebrows furrowed in confusion as rafe let out a strained sigh, absentmindedly wrapping his hand around the base of your throat. you were used to rafe’s touchy behavior, so you breathed out a small laugh, “y’okay, papi?” you smiled, your heartbeat racing a bit quicker as rafe leaned his forehead against your chest, maintaining his hold on you. rafe remained in this position for a beat, before dragging his head up, allowing your contrasting gazes to meet. his blown pupils took up a large portion of his usually bright blues, his eyes glazed over as he dropped to a knee before you.

rafe’s mouth opened and closed as he struggled to find the perfect words, his hand circling around his head as he forced out a chuckle, “y’know, m’gonna make you my wife, one day, a-and m’gonna take care of you — i’ll give you the whole fuckin’ world, mama,” he ranted, his hand slightly tightening around your throat as he became lost in his own rant. rafe nodded to himself, tapping his chest as he continued, “s’gonna be you and me — i won’t le-let them take you from me,” he cried, his eyes welled with hot tears. you remained silent, leaning forward in an attempt to cradle rafe’s face as he pushed you back down by your neck.

your heart thumped against your chest as rafe suddenly stood on his feet, both of his arms falling at his sides as you took the opportunity to stand in front of him. your small hands gently grabbed his face as your bright eyes search his — you knew that he was both drunk and high, he could barely even look at you straight. “what’s going on? nobody’s taking me from you, rafey,” you cooed with a soft smile, watching as rafe fumbled with the waistband of his belted slacks, your smile falling to a frown as he revealed his gun.

“rafe—”

rafe brought the gun to his lips as he shushed you, a daze smile tugging on his mouth as he brought his free hand to your shoulder, “i’d fuckin’ kill for you, princess — swear, i’d do it and it wouldn’t even bother me,” he mumbled, his lowly hung eyes not missing the way you froze still. your pretty little pout quivered with impending cries, causing rafe’s gaze to widen with dramatized concern, “no-no, don’t be scared, m’the one who s’gonna protect you, baby — why-why are you fuckin’ cryin’?!” rafe rambled, his pathetic whines turning into a deep scream as he forced his forehead to smush against yours. a soft cry seeped through your lips as rafe shook his head furiously.

“you’re scaring me, papi,” you squeaked.

rafe ran a hand through his hair, his chest heaving as he pulled away from you, lightly knocking the butt of the gym against his head. tears streamed down his structured cheekbones as he gestured towards you with a loud cry, “i just wanna protect you, baby,” he sobbed, leaving you an anxious mess as your slapped your hand over your mouth. rafe let out another blubbering cry, the sound of your name leaving his lips causing your heart to ache as he lowered himself to the flower, holding his head in his hands.

you carefully lowered yourself to the floor as you crawled over to your boyfriend, softly tapping your delicate fingertip against his knee, “rafe, please,” you whispered, leaning on your knees as rafe brought his hand to the back of your head, holding you in place by your hair.

your swollen lips remained slightly parted as rafe sighed, “do y’love me, princess?” he questioned, his head cocked to the side as you nodded, tears rolling down your puffy cherub cheeks, “say it,” he muttered.

“i love you,” you spoke sincerely.

rafe nodded wordlessly, releasing your hair from his grip as you took the chance to climb onto his lap, your legs wrapping around his waist as he secured an arm around your back, and one around your neck. “no more cryin’, mama, m’gonna keep you safe,” he reassured, rubbing his gun clad hand up and down your back.

#asks #anon #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron #obx #obx imagine #sweetheart!reader

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Ex husband price brain worms again, c.w/ nsfw, unedited, bad writing, I've never published nsfw before

It's your ex-husband, Price's birthday, and the last thing you expect is for him to show up, with a sweet, suave smile on his face

It's not even his custody day but he says "come on, love. I wanted us to spend it together, like a family. You're really not going to let me take my favourite two girls out for my own birthday?"

All you can do is roll your eyes and let him as he walks in, leaning down and leaving a small peck on your forehead as your daughter runs down the stairs to hug her dad, squealing.

He's adamant about cooking lunch for you two, but you stop him

"Oh, come off it, John, I'll cook since it's your birthday, and you keep saying you'll take us out"

He gets dragged off to play teaparty with the little princess and comes back after a while, his arms slot around your waist, swaying side to side softly as you half heartedly try to stop him, he just grins and nestles his head into the crook of your neck,

"Let the 'birthday boy' hug his wife, love."

"Ex-wife, john."

"Mhm, whatever makes you happy. Happy wife, happy life."

Lunch is served, and the three of you spend the rest of the day going shopping, prices idea. Dollhouse, cars, legos, Barbie, slime, whatever the kid wants, and some small gold necklace for you, even though you won't accept it,

"They're too much, John, stop it-"

"But, love, this is your favourite design and the colour. It'll look beautiful on you."

He buys it and even gets the jeweller to engrave a small j.p on the back of the charm while you're not looking.

He takes you two to a small fancy restaurant at the end of the day, your daughter playing with her new toys on the table, while John's hand holds yours on the table.

"Might retire soon, getting up there in age, love," his eyes watch the way your light up slightly, looking at him before turning away slightly, seeing his gaze, "ill be able to be around more often, wasn't that one of your complaints, I was too busy, so I gave you a little one."

You smack his arm lightly, "Oh, shush, John. She'll be happy. She is always saying how she misses her dad. She keeps asking for a little brother, says everyone in class has one except her," You chuckle softly

At the end of dinner, he drives you two back home, your daughter tuckered out, he picks her up and takes her to her room, tucking her in, kissing her forehead softly, "sorry, I'm not here much, princess, I promise to be around more, okay?"

He comes downstairs and kisses your cheek as you swat him off lightly,

"Stop it, John, you know that's not appropriate,"

"Mhm, whatever you say love, come help me take the things out the car will you?"

The night ends with price bending you over in the backseat, fucking you desperately,

"Fuck, love, I missed this grip, you might have a hard time saying it but your pussy's been missing me, huh? The guys you bring round ain't big enough for ya anymore? Don't worry, daddy's here."

Your fingers grip the car seat, squealing every time he thrusts in

"There's only one thing I wanted for my birthday, you know, love? It's been real lonely up by myself sometimes, and been thinking," he hums lowly, grinding deep inside you while you struggle to even keep up with his pace let alone words, he moves over you, one hand groping your breast, teasing the nipple, the other coming up to your clit, rubbing it along with the harsh pace, "been thinking bout this pussy, and getting the present of life, ain't that cute?"

You gasp, your pussy squeezing around his cock tighter as he starts rubbing your clit faster, "John, please- is, is too much," you moan

"You're doing so well for me, mama, you want another little one too, right? You always said one feels bad, we need to give our little baby a sibling,"

"John- holy shit," your legs shake as he presses you down against the seats, every thrust with one purpose, "please, please, I'm so close!"

He keeps going until he feels your legs trembling, three loads in, his fingers massaging your clit, his lips kissing your neck, leaving hickeys for everyone to see.

You wake up in your bed, listening to John's snoring as you yawn, shifting to get up slightly, his arms tighten around you and his eyes open slightly.

"Mmhm, best birthday ever."

He mumbles before he starts snoring again

#chubby reader #i forgot how to tag #its been like 4 months #captain john price #john price #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #ex-husband price #cod x reader #cod mwii #price x reader #captain price #biting my hand so hard rn

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