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[vivwritesfics]

Missing Home

When Oscar returns to Australia, Y/N and Lando can't help but miss him very very much.

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Warnings: Smut! Unprotected smut! Masturbation! Fingering! Riding! Blow job! A moment of dom Oscar!

Landoscar X Reader

Oscar Piastri loved his partners very much. But sometimes he needed to go home to his family.

It was nothing against Y/N and Lando. No, if he could, he would have taken them with him. But Y/N had to work and he'd rather Lando keep her company while he was in Australia.

They tried to call as often as possible, but it was hard with such different timezones.

So, the three of them made do. Which was just Lando and Y/N sending Oscar videos for him to open at a later date.

They may have taken it too far this time.

Oscar sat in his childhood bedroom. It was late in Australia, nearly midnight. He'd tried to call Y/N and Lando, but they were busy. So, Oscar opened the video they sent them.

It started out with Y/N wearing one of his shirts as she looked at the camera, which was clearly propped up on the desk. "Hey, Osc," she said with a giggle and stood back, revealing the whole bedroom and more of herself.

Oscars breath hitched. Y/N was wearing a short plaid skirt and clearly nothing underneath. Lando stood behind her, his hands clearly gripping her hips.

"We miss you," he said to the camera and leaned down, planting soft kisses to Y/N's neck.

Y/N let out a soft moan, gripping the hem of her skirt. "We wish you were here," she said, breathlessly.

Lando's hand snaked around her middle, pulling her in closer. Y/N shut her eyes as she felt him, hard against her ass. "Oscar," she moaned.

With flaming cheeks, Oscar shut off his phone. He couldn't do that, not in his childhood bedroom, not with his parents sleeping just a room away.

Oscar went to bed, but his sleep was restless. He couldn't help but think of that video.

***

"WhatsApp says he's seen it," Y/N muttered with a pout as she laid against Lando's chest.

Lando squeezed her shoulder. "Don't worry, baby. Maybe he's just busy," he said and kissed the top of her head.

Y/N turned around, resting her head in the crook of his neck. "Why don't we send him another one?" She asked as she kissed the skin there.

Grinning, Lando turned his body around so that he way laying on top of her. "I like the sound of that."

***

All day Oscar was thinking of the video. He wanted to see where it went, but not while his parents were home.

There was only one way Oscar could think of being totally alone. He grabbed his keys and went for a drive, driving until he was in an incredibly secluded area.

Even then, Oscar waited. There wasn't going to be anything worse that somebody stumbling upon him while he watched his girlfriend and his boyfriend go at.

After ten minutes of Oscar being parked up and nobody knocking on his window, he opened the video. Again he watched the beginning, where Y/N stepped back to reveal her short skirt and Lando standing behind her.

Still kissing her neck Lando lifted her shirt. His fingers trailed up her stomach, grinning as he looked at the camera. His grin said a thousand words, mainly 'her noises are all for you.'

Lando pulled away to pull off her shirt. "She looks good, doesn't she?" He said and turned her around, pressing his lips to hers.

Things were hot and heavy as Y/N jumped and wrapped her legs around Lando. It gave Oscar a better view of what was under the skirt, which was nothing.

Oscar gulped, gripping himself through his shorts. Would have given anything to be there with them, even just in the place of the camera.

Lando's hands gripped her ass under her skirt and Y/N let out a squeak. "That's right, baby," Lando whispered against her neck as he sucked dark, purple marks into her skin. Already Lando was bouncing her, giving Oscar a show of what was to come.

When Lando put Y/N down he made quick work of getting undressed as she unclipped her bra.

Oscar couldn't help but let out a low whistle as Y/N turned towards the camera, letting Oscar see all of her. Her gripped her own flesh, head thrown back in a moan.

Oscar pushed his shorts down just enough to free himself. He gripped his flesh as Y/N got down onto her knees and faced Lando, who grabbed the camera and flipped it.

"Holy shit," Oscar couldn't stop himself from viewing. From where Lando was holding the camera Oscar could see perfectly as Y/N gripped his cock. He moved her hand up and down and pulled him into her mouth, wrapping her lips around him.

Lando let out a moan. She moved her mouth, swirling her tongue about the tip as sucked, hollowing her cheek. Lando's moans grew louder and louder as he began bucking his hips, one hand reaching back to hold her head as he thrust into her mouth.

Before too long, shaking just slightly, Lando pulled Y/N's mouth off of his dick. He helped her to her feet, turning the camera around as he sloppily kissed his spit covered lips.

Lando placed the camera back on the desk. He had Y/N bend over the desk and flipped up her skirt, showing Oscar just how wet she was. "Isn't she gorgeous, Osc?" Lando Asked.

Oscar found himself nodding. "So pretty," he mumbled into the emptiness of his car as he jerked himself.

Lando smacked her ass. He ran his finger through her founds and pushed in. Y/N let out an audible squeal as Lando thrust his finger in and out of her, adding another as he went.

Pulling his finger out, Lando held it up to Y/N's lips, making her taste herself. She happily obliged, all while looking at the camera, putting on a show for Oscar.

If Oscar was there he would have been commanding Lando, pushing his face against Y/N's pussy. Fuck, he missed them so much.

Y/N wiggled out of her skirt as Lando sat on the bed. He pulled her into his lap, his cock pressing against her. For a moment, Y/N sat on his lap, moving her hips around as they kissed.

She lifted herself up and Oscar watched as she lowered herself onto Lando's dick. She moved, slowly at first, teasingly. Not giving Oscar a view of anything other than her bouncing body.

But then Lando leaned back, pulling Y/N on top of him. He used his legs to thrust himself up into her, gripping her hips and rocking her body above him.

Y/N let out a series of high pitched moans. She tried to speak, but was rendered incoherent through her moans. Crying out Lando's name again and again.

Lando thrusted faster, his stamina incredible. Y/N was no longer able to move her body, laying against him.

Oscars moans were loud in the car. Any passers by would have been able to hear it. But he didn't care. Not when he watched Lando's hips begin to stutter, his pace slowing down. He grunted, giving his last few thrusts before stilling inside of her.

Y/N let out another weak moan as she felt him, spilling his side inside of her. Lifting her head, Lando kissed her softly. "Do you want to go and show Oscar?" He asked, just loud enough to be audible to the camera.

She pulled herself off of Lando, off of the bed and walked over to the camera. Y/N blew the camera a kiss before bending over, showing the mess Lando had made inside of her to Oscar.

Oscar came then and there. "Shit," he groaned as he made a mess.

For a second, Oscar sat there. He looked at where the video had ended, his girlfriend showing herself off for her. As soon as he had caught his breath Oscar cleaned himself up and drove himself back home, just as his phone buzzed with another message.

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[pia-nor481]

I can do it better

Max verstappen x reader smut 18+

3.6k words

She was sat on their-her bedroom floor trying to recollect herself when a loud knock to the front door broke her out of the state she was in. Her eyes were red and cheeks painted with tears. Hoping that the knocking would stop she continued to stare at herself in the full length mirror opposite her hunched over body. Evidently, it didn't stop, she practically shouted the person behind the door to wait a minute. In the mean time, she stumbled up, pulling a shirt over her body and rushing to the bathroom, in hope of cold water freshening her face up; Although it was hard to look presentable at this given time. She could barely stay up her two feet while walking towards the front door. She didn't know where her things were, phone definitely blowing up with her friends asking how her night went, even if they got a hold of her, she wouldn't answer, they'd had enough of her complaints of her love life.

Once she reached the door handle, she opened it a crack, trying to avoid her body being seen. "Sorry to just turn up but my flight leaves tomorrow and you weren't answering, and need some of my stuff before I go." Max was a pretty observant person, he had to be; so nothing slipped past him. "You open the door like this for all the men who knock?" He joked lightly, knowing she often took what he said in jest. He looked back up to her face when there was no further comment. "No, what's up? I can tell something is wrong." He said letting himself into her flat, placing his keys and phone on the counter next to hers, he saw the ample amount of WhatsApp notifications. "Come on, you can tell me what happened." It was so obvious that max still cared for her. Their relationship was always messy. They fought constantly, it started as little things; the floors not being cleaned properly or a few things left in awkward or annoying places. Both of their friends said it was good that they were fighting about things like that, claiming it was healthy to have small bits of conflict that could be quickly resolved. But it soon became a big problem when carer got involved, he was always traveling whether it be for the actual race, England to help with development of the car, or visiting his home to see his parents or even Monaco to be with his friends, but her job required her to be in one place. They tried hard to make it work, she book flights to come and see some of his races or he would stay until Wednesday night of the race week just to spend time with her, but it just wasn't enough.

There had been a few times were Max had heard her on the phone with her friends trying to convince her to break up with him, but every time she would shut them own. "He's toxic, leave him before it gets worse. There can't be anything that makes it worth the stress and disappointment." She would shake her head before remembering that they couldn't see her that's one thing Max really enjoyed, her tendency to show rather than speak. "If he's toxic, I'll wear a hazmat. You don't get it, I love him." Hearing her say things like that always made him smile. He loved her just as much, if not more. Every time he'd come back he would spend all his time awake comforting her, making her feel secure. She wasn't overly talkative when being asked questions, preferring to just shake her head or even pretend she didn't hear it; but not with max. He tried to make sure she would communicate with him, even when they fought, he'd let her scream and shout at him, he wanted to hear everything she had to say, so he knew how she felt, so he could help, He didn't get the luxury of expression when he was younger and that caused many problems. He learnt from this, he learned how to be better, he learned how to love. Max loved, no, loves her so much; it was hard for him to put it into words sometimes, she knew this, and was okay with him showing his love physically. That may have been a part of the problem, they were never close enough for him to show her how much he loved her. Although he is not the only one to blame, she was stubborn, overly so. She hated being wrong and so did he. So Max tried his hardest to not condescend her when she was wrong, but that wasn't often.

"Come on." He had to bite back the pet names he gave her in the years they spent together. "You can tell me what happened." She also hated voicing her concerns with him. She never worried about cheating, Max would never. It was like she felt neglected, but she couldn't say that, it was selfish, she was the one who said they could make the distance work. As max looked around the room he noticed how empty it was. With all of his things gone it didn't feel like home to her anymore. His house in Monaco didn't feel like home either, not without her. She looked up from her feet to meet his eyes. "It's embarrassing." His shoulders dropped, she was stupid sometimes, she didn't realised how silly that sounded to him. "And I've known you for how long?" He paused walking back towards her, resisting the urge to hold her close, to pull her into his chest and cradle her head. "At least it wasn't someone else's fault." he said slightly relieved, her eyes were still a cause for concern, even now he was prepared to fix any problem she had. The silence was loud, his anger pooled at his fists. "Right?" His eyes scanned over her whole body, making sure she wasn't hurt. "Its stupid, and I'm fine by the way. Can't you just grab your stuff and go?" she asked, almost pleading for him to leave. He was not going to leave her alone, not when she was like this.

Max went against his better judgement and hugged her, she needed it, no matter how many times she wanted to be left completely alone. "Tell me. You always feel better when you say what you're thinking, not just shouting at the mirror." She was almost reduced to tears, not only because of his words, but because she was so embarrassed. "Promise you wont laugh." She whispered through teary eyes. "Promise." He pulled his chest away, so he could look her in the eyes as she spoke. He wanted her to feel listened to, cared for. "So my friends set me up with his guy called Matthew, right." Any remaining anger turned into jealousy. He was fuming that his girl was going on a date with some guy. He pushed his feelings aside briefly, wanting to hear the rest of her story. "Well, we went out to this pretty nice place and it was going well, at least I thought so. Anyway, we came back here and he started kiss me, and you feel me up and stuff." She really didn't want to give her ex-boyfriend the details of her hook up. She paused still embarrassed. "Was he blonde and foreign as well?" Her face became warm as he let out a chuckle, this actually comforted him a bit, to see her go out with guys that reminded her of him. "Glad to see you have a type." She gave him a pointed look as an initial response. "Sorry, go on." Shifting her feet to avoid the shame. Max gave her sweet look, enticing her to speak. "When we, um, went to bed it was, uh, fine to start with but you know, he couldn't make me cum, it didn't seem like he was even trying." Her voice was shaky, her nerves were sky high, but she continued because, for once, Max was right. "So I may or may not have sent him out of the flat." She says with as sigh, looking up at her and grasping his arm for a bit of support ,not physical, but emotional, he was comforting to touch. "I am so glad I was your boyfriend and knew how to actually please you or I don't think we would have lasted as long as we did." He spoke with a crooked smile, ready of a light slap to his chest. "It's not funny Max." defeated, her shoulders slumped slightly as she tried to pull out of his tight grasp. "It is a little bit, oh no, please don't give me that look. I'm sorry I swear."

"So let me get this straight, you wanted to hook up with this guy, Matthew, and he was being a selfish prick, and now you are all desperate and pent up. That I can defiantly work with." Confusion covered her face as Max picked her up by her waist and began walking them towards the bedroom. She hooked her legs around his hips during his venture. She would often scold him for doing things without warning or saying things that he shouldn't. She began to kiss his neck, wanting his attention back on her. She knew it wasn't a good idea, but she would worry about the consequences later. One of his hands slid down her back, giving her ass a nice squeeze, he knew she liked it, not that she'd say so, he had to figure that out for himself.

Once his knees touched the edge of the bed, he placed her on it, immediately pushing her shirt up, "No underwear as well, you really do treat the guys at your door well." He let out with a smirk, before pushing her thighs apart further so he could slot between them. The ghost of his breath had her shuddering, she moaned when his lips finally touched her cunt, tongue licking a long stripe over her slit. Max looked up, not even being able to see her face as her head was thrown back at the slightest amount of pleasure. She really needed to feel him. He began to suck on her clit lightly, not wanting to rush into it and run the risk of ruining her orgasm, it hurt him to make her wait any longer, knowing she had spent so much time dissatisfied. Max shook his head side to side sending waves of bliss through her whole body.

Max got good at eating pussy from practicing on her. There were times where he spent more time between her legs than not. Her moans got louder as max put more pressure on her clit, heightening the sensation. "Could he not do this to you? No? That's what I thought." He breathed against her cunt, making her hips shift towards him. Max pulled her knees over his shoulders as he went back in, the noises that filled the room were quickly becoming pornographic. He could feel her twitching and clenching as he ate her out, Max moaned at the feeling, knowing it would tip her over the edge. "Yes, Max. Please, it feels so good." She barely got out, lungs burning. As she began gasping for air, Max could feel her ankles cross behind his back, squishing his head between her thighs. She came hard, harder than she'd done since the last time they were together. No matter who she slept with, no matter how many times she made herself cum it was never the same. "Did that feel good? Was that better than Matthew? Yeah, I know it is."

She pushed Max back slightly so she could slip off the bed and on to her knees. She undid his belt as quick as her shaky hands would allow her.  She squeezed him lightly and ran her hand over his cock a few times before actually pulling it out, she licked a long stripe along the underside, right along the thick vein of his length. Max let out a breathy groan as she took his entire cock in her mouth, reaching down her throat. His hands quickly found her hair and made pace in tangling them. He guided her up and down his cock watching from above with a pleased look on his face. She pulled off with a loud pop, then she tongued the space between the head and shaft, he let out a guttural moan at the feeling, urging  her to take him back in her mouth, it felt phenomenal. Once she hollowed her cheeks again it all became too much for max, she made him cum so hard he started to feel almost lightheaded, seeing stars, hunching over at the feeling. "Fuck, you feel so go baby. Always making me feel so good." He praised, not one lie leaving his lips, although he got to cum every time he had sex, it didn't feel as euphoric as it did with her. 

"Get up here." he said, pulling her up to her tip toes for a kiss. He slipped his tongue practically down her throat, tasting himself in her mouth. Max never understood how other guys could possibly complain about their girlfriend wanting a kiss after blowing him. If she had no problem kissing him after eating her out, what was the difference? The mix was divine, it sent blood rushing to his cock almost immediately as their lips touched. He let his hands run wild over her body, missing the warm of her skin against his. He missed being able to touch every divot of her body. He missed the control he had over her, and the trust she had in him. He was almost as pent up as she was. Max made a point of picking her up again, just to throw her back down on the bed. He noticed the framed painting was put back up above the bed. When they were together, it was almost exclusively on the floor as they got lazy hunting for it behind the headboard, He was disappointed that it was placed back to its home. Max caged her head between her arms as he kissed his way down her abdomen before he gave her cunt one final kiss. He slid his cock over her clit just to tease, he got the same reaction buy only pushing the head in and out a few times before slowly slipping his whole cock in inch by inch. She was swimming in pleasure with max slowly marking her, her neck covered in bites, a few bleeding slightly, her chest was covered in red marks, he needed to mark her as his again, no one was allowed to touch what was his. Not anymore. "Fuck." Max strained, sounding breathless and choked as he continued to pound into her, just how she always liked. He was too hot not to moan over, so she did, and he indulged her, usually he'd have to cover her mouth with his hand or push her face into the pillows to avoid noise complaints, but tonight he'd let her do anything, all he wanted was her back in his arms. He continued to abuse her walls while she gripped the bedsheets tightly, her knuckles becoming white with the new found strength. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head while the remainder of her make up began to smudge and run. Max was fucking her so well her face was painted with tears of joy, and it was just so hot. Max became impossibly harder seeing her fucked out face. He stared to fuck her deeper, hitting that spot that made her go blind with pleasure. "Oh yes Max, always make me feel so good." Her inability to articulate proper sentences was a tell tale sign she was close. Max learned how to read her like a book and it was so beneficial in times like this. 

He quickened his pace, feeling quite close himself. He could she some of this hook up guy's stuff still in her room and it just fuelled the fire. "Matthew didn't make you feel nearly this good did he, sweetheart. You can be honest because I already know." He was interrupted by a thud against the floor. "That's it, good fucking girl for me." he praised her, knowing she would melt from his words, his voice was something she admitted masturbating to when he was gone. She claimed it was mostly because of his accent, but also the tone and the pitch, it just got her so hot and bothered. "Think you can hold on just a little longer?" He asked, feeling her clench around his cock, it made it hard for him to resist. "Only for you, Max." she moaned aware it would edge him on further, fucking her felt exclusive, she was a rare and only he could have her. Perhaps he was a bit possessive, but that didn't matter now that he was with her. One of his hands slid up to her throat, pressing lightly on the sides to only slow the blood flow to her head; his other made way to her clit, rubbing fast circles with just enough pressure to really make it feel good. "Please, just.. just like tha..that." She managed to slur out before her words were cut off by a whine. Her orgasm hit so hard that her head was pushing deep in the mattress and her legs began to spasm and shake. Max only now allowed him self to cum, while she was coming down. He pulled out, shooting plenty of long, thick ropes of cum all over her torso, mainly her perfect tits that her just couldn't resist. They both sighed quietly with small laugh. 

Max gave her a chaste kiss before walking leisurely to the bathroom and picking up a towel to clean her up a bit. On his way back he turned the AC on, anticipating that she would ask him to stay; if he was he want to be touching her the entire time, in order to keep her close he needed the room cold. He brushed the towel over she skin as gently as possible, although it still pulled a moan from her. "I know, but I have to, Darling." He threw the towel to the corner of the room, knowing she'd complain about it later. "Were are my clothes?" He asked quietly, looking back at her on the bed with a grin plastered to her face. "Where you left them before moving out." still in the wardrobe would have been an easier answer but she wanted him to know she didn't want him gone. She anticipated him coming back and wanting to stay, as usual she was right. He put his classic black t-shirt on before climbing in bed with her. "I'm not putting that frame back up." was the first thing she said after coming out of her orgasmic haze. He pulled her practically on top of his body and held her close, as if someone was going to take her from him. "I know." was all he said, trying to think of the right words to convey his feelings. "I never stopped loving you." Was all he could say so he coupled it with a tight squeeze. "I know." It was her turn to give a dry reply and kiss his neck sweetly. "This is great pillow talk." Max laughed out quietly and he could feel her smile against his chest. "I'm so sorry, I should have tried harder. I shouldn't have blamed you as much as I did, I'm just as responsible. And I most definitely should not have told you to leave and never come back. I regretted it immediately, you know. As soon as I heard the door shut I lost it. I don't deserve you Max, but I need you so much." His heart ached hearing her confession, feeling her tears wet his shirt slightly. "I shouldn't have walked out. I know what you're like when you get angry. As soon I closed that door I couldn't bring myself to leave. I slept outside that door, your neighbour asked what happened and I started crying to her. I kept in touch with your friends, or at least I tried to. I needed to make sure you were okay, but it doesn't seem like they like me much. So don't say you don't deserve me, you do. We will make it to the end, I promise you. I wont lose you again. I love you too much for that." She wiped her now joyful tears as she kissed his lips again. 

There was a loud repeated knock on her door, they tried to ignore it, assuming it was their neighbours complaining about the noise, they normally gave up after a few knocks. But this one persisted. "You stay here and keep warm alright, I'll se who it is." Max got out of the bed a recovered her body in blankets while walking with unnecessary pace towards the door. He swung it open aggressively. "Look I'm sorry about that but can I just get the rest of my clothes and leave, there's no need to-" The guy, who max assumed to me Matthew, stopped upon seeing Max. "Sorry man, but that's not happening. Not while I'm here. I don't think you even deserve it, especially if you can't make such a desperate woman come. Only took me three minutes . So fuck off now will you." Max said before slamming the door, feeling relieved as he reached her again. "I love you so much Max."

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[yanderestarangel]

hello! i just found your blog and i've been obsessed with your writing <33 can i request a smut with a poly relationship with johnny and kenshi. i feel like they'd be so drastically different but work so well together in bed

HEADKANONKS MK1 | KENSHI TAKAHASHI X JOHNNY CAGE X READER

TW: afab anatomy, fluff, soft headcanons, threesome, smut, nsfw, double penetration, blowjob, kenshi and Johnny make out with each other, gay sex, anal sex, vibrators, ice play, switch!reader, sub!johnny, dom!kenshi, daddykink.

♡ A relationship with both of them at the same time would be quite an adventure. Kenshi is the balance between you and Johnny - he knows that if he leaves you two alone, you and Johnny might do crazy things and end up in jail, like the time you two accidentally set one of Johnny's cars on fire on a public street. -Kenshi had to pay the two of you bail, with Johnny's money of course -

♡ The three of you have a group on WhatsApp, everything you need to talk about you will talk about in that chat, be it gossip, news or even asking where each one is, when the other is away, you named your boyfriend's contact as "gay son " and "thot daughter" - I don't even need to say who is who, right? -

♡ Kenshi has the love language serving, showing that he cares about you and Johnny, if you ask to be carried or a glass of water or anything within his reach, he will do it.

Example: You, Kenshi and Johnny watching a movie on Saturday night, on Cage's king size bed, Kenshi on the left side, you in the middle and Johnny lying on your thighs as he took Kenshi's hand too. You felt thirsty but were too lazy to get up and help yourself, soon turning to Takahashi.

"-Can you get me a glass of water, my love?" -You asked calmly, smiling at the man who just waved and stood up.

"-Can you get it for me too baby girl?" -Johnny said laughing to Kenshi who gave the middle finger in response to the actor.

"-What's up Takahashi? I'm your boyfriend too!" -Cage said in response, as he looked at you pouting, you soon asked Kenshi to bring it to Johnny too, and he obeyed - he was already going to do it anyway, but he loved seeing Johnny beg and get angry and you knew it, affectionately in your other partner's hair.

♡ Johnny Cage has a different language, he likes to spend money on you and Kenshi, shopping in luxurious malls, sports cars, branded watches, everything you and Kenshi imagine and want is yours, just ask and Cage will move mountains if it takes to see you two smile.

♡ You live in Johnny's mansion, in the same room, in the same bed. If you're not used to sharing a bed, it's best to get used to it. Johnny will hug you, suffocating you on his chest, it's an uncontrollable and involuntary gesture of his, while placing one of his muscular thighs on top of you. Kenshi sleeps straight, with his stomach up, but sometimes he will also do the same as Johnny with you - you could barely breathe due to the weight of them together -

♡ Kenshi lends you his clothes, but tells you not to pass them on to Johnny, which you disobey and do the opposite, sometimes Johnny himself asks you to take Takahashi's shirts for him to wear, all to tease the poor swordsman.

"-I thought I asked for my shirt for you to wear, not Cage." -Kenshi said, laughing aside, watching Johnny parade around the house in his red satin shirt.

"-This blouse looks better on me than on you Takahashi, that's why our dear (Y/N) lent it to me." -Johnny said, giving you a kiss, and then another one with Kenshi, making him agree and not be angry with you two.

♡ Johnny will always take you two to his awards, he doesn't care about judgement, he has two extremely hot partners by his side, why would he be embarrassed?

♡ Kenshi and Johnny get along well, that is, your relationship has almost no fights, if you are insecure about something, especially with them being together more and leaving you out, they will sit down and talk, it's a little scary because it was The first time you saw Johnny was extremely serious, saying that he loves you equally as he loves Kenshi, and that he would never leave either of you for anything.

♡ They can work very well together in bed to give you pleasure, Kenshi loves being rougher and more dominant, watching you squirm and beg for him, Johnhy makes you excited and satiates you at the same time, he can't contain his dick in his pants. seeing you beg so beautifully for him and Kenshi to fuck you.

♡ Johnny likes to fuck your pussy with his fingers and tongue, while Kenshi loves watching you squirm, Johnny's fingers go on your clit while Takahashi pushes his dick into your pussy, both of them smiling as he sees you moan and turn into a crying mess. Cage would help Kenshi's dick enter you further or even suck Takahashi's dick while lying on your belly, to help lubricate the way.

♡ They both like to give double blowjobs, that is, your poor mouth will have both of their cocks at the same time, while they both smile and moan in unison, kissing each other sometimes while praising you for taking their cock so well.

♡ The three of you like to tease each other outside too, using vibrators. You would use a small internal oval, inside your pussy. Johnny would use it on his dick and inside him, while Kenshi used one only on his dick, the adrenaline was not knowing who would activate the speed or increase it, ending with Kenshi fucking Johnny while Johnny fucked you hard - Kenshi between Johnny's legs and you sitting down with your pussy in the movie star's mouth.

♡ They also like to do double penetration, with Kenshi going in your ass and Cage in your pussy, they accelerate the rhythm together, holding you between the two of them, while Johnny praises you, Kenshi degrades you...

♡ Kenshi will play with ice on your nipples, while Johnny used the cube to rub it on your clit, while you were blindfolded, completely at the mercy of both of them - you would have to guess which dick was entering your pussy at that moment, Kenshi's or Johnny's , both are thick and big, so you would have to use maximum touch to find out -

♡ When one or the other is tired, you can fuck him, you can always turn to your other partner. If Kenshi is too tired Johnny will fuck you on the mattress moaning and whimpering while Takahashi sleeps. If Johnny is too tired, Kenshi will fuck you all over the mansion and record the fuck for Cage to watch later - and obviously tease him -

♡ Johnny will also want to be fucked by you, don't have a dick? just grab a strap on and fuck his ass, he'll whimper at you while calling you "daddy/mommy" muffled by Kenshi's dick in his mouth.

Johnny smirks against your clit, his tongue swirling and flicking expertly, his lips occasionally sucking gently. The sensation sends shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. Meanwhile, Kenshi groans softly as you take him into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. His hand finds its way to your hair, gripping it gently, guiding your movements. You can feel the intensity building in both of them, their desire for you palpable in every touch and caress.

Johnny, his lips leaving a trail of wet kisses along your inner thigh, slowly moves up your body, his eyes locked with yours. He positions himself between your thighs, his erection pressing against your entrance. Kenshi, still enjoying the lust of your mouth, watches with an intense gaze. Johnny, lost in the waves of pleasure, moans deeply, his grip on your hips tightening. As Kenshi's thrusts grow more intense, he leans over Johnny, his voice dripping with domination.

"-You're such a greedy little slut, Johnny..." Kenshi sneers, his tone laced. "-Taking pleasure from both ends, unable to get enough. Look at you, being fucked like the naughty little whore you are." A mischievous smile tugs at your lips as you witness Kenshi pulling out of Johnny, leaving him panting and needy. You lock eyes with Johnny. Slowly, you lower yourself onto his hard cock, your tightness enveloping him completely.

Johnny's eyes widen with pleasure as he fills you, his grip on your hips tightening in an attempt to control his own urges. You move your body in slow, tantalizing motions, savoring the feeling of him deep inside you.

Meanwhile, Kenshi positions himself behind Johnny once again, his hands firmly gripping his hips. With a single fluid motion, he pushes back into Johnny's willing ass, eliciting a chorus of mixed moans and gasps from all three of you. Johnny's body trembles, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he nears the edge of pleasure. He looks up at you with a mix of desire and desperation, his voice strained as he fights for control. "-Please...please let me cum. I need to release, to feel the warmth of your pussy and the grip of Kenshi's dick..."

Kenshi, his grip on your breasts tightening, thrusts into Johnny with a renewed vigor, adding to the overwhelming sensations coursing through all of you. Your eyes lock with Johnny's, a knowing smirk on your face as you give him permission to release. "-Cum for us, Johnny. Coat me with your warmth and feel the pleasure surge through you as Kenshi fills your tight ass."

With a final thrust, he pours his lust into your awaiting pussy, moaning out your name in ecstasy.

Simultaneously, Kenshi finds his release inside Johnny's willing ass, his body shuddering with pleasure and fulfillment. The intensity of the moment overwhelms you, the sensation of being filled from both ends heightening your own pleasure.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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[magics-neptunes-things]

Secret Love

Hey guys!

I watched Alexia’s report today and it made me want to write for her.

For context, this story takes place during the 2023 World Cup in Australia.

Mentionning of smut, jealousy and insecurities.

Enjoy ♥

Edit : Part 2 is HERE

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"What's happening?"

You remain frozen in the frame of the door, while you were about to enter the cloakroom. A small group, apparently led by Jenni, is around Alexia who has slightly pink cheeks. You frowns, not used to seeing these kinds of scenes in the dressing room. Alexia is more of a not to be bothered type.

"Alexia has a secret girlfriend!" Jenni sings while tickling her best friend’s ribs.

"I do not!" Alexia answers, snaping her hand away.

"Chicas, leave her alone"

You turn around to see Ona tying her boots, signalling your teammates to leave your captain alone, a small smile on her face. Jenni pouts, while Alexia gives a grateful smile to her future FC Barcelona teammate. And you, you go to your locker to change and put your training shirt on.

You didn't turn around when your hear some of them getting out of the room, lost in your thoughts. Preparation for the tournament is hectic, the agreement between the players and some members of the staff is unfortunately not always easy.

"Nice tattoo."

You smile recognizing the voice and a circular glance in the room tells you that you are now alone with your captain. Alexia is talking about the wings on your back, even if you have some others.

"Thanks. It's my girlfriend's favorite too"

You grin before turning around to have a better look of the say girlfriend.

"Your secret girlfriend, who almost get us catch"

"What happened?"

You ask, tenderly pushing a strand of her now light pink hair behind her shoulder. Alexia shruggs while getting closer to you, looking about you.

"That was stupid of me. I just unlocked my phone to show a picture of my cousin’s niece to Jenni and I hadn’t closed our Whatsapp conversation the last time I turned off my screen. Thanks God you changed your name in my contacts list."

You smile at the memory, laying your hands on Alexia’s hips to squeeze her against you. You sigh with ease feeling her skin against yours, savoring this feeling felt too little since your arrival on this side of the globe. One of your hand get on her neck, tenderly caressing the skin revealed by her ponytail.

"I miss you" Alexia whispers against your skin.

Being also part of the FC Barcelona team, it is much easier to find yourself discreetly in the evening. When one is sleeping at the other's appartment, you just need to arrive with a few minutes after her to avoid getting caught. Not living in the same neighborhood, it would be weird to carpool.

"I miss you too" You pouts. "I can't sleep without your hugs"

Alexia smiles, retreating her face to have a better look of you. It was obvious she will sharing her room with Jenni. No one in the team, no one of your friends and almost no one at all knows about you too. Alexia only talked about you two to her mother, during a night of doubts. Your love story wasn't easy at first.

Alexia always put her career ahead of everything else and panicked when she realized that she has no longer control of her feelings. So she made the decision to break up with you, right after you lost to Wolfsburg. Between that and the lost final in Turin, it was probably the worst period of your life.

You could never blame her that said, you had at the time a small inferiority complex that made you constantly wonder how Alexia could even find it interesting to speak to you. So being in a relationship with her was kind of like a daydream. You told Alexia about it at one of your sleepover and she told you you were an idiot. Then she kissed you and you didn’t think about standing up to her. But that feeling stayed.

Then she tore her ACL and you gave up on avoiding her as much as possible. You were there for her and the feelings you always shared were stronger than the rest. But you have decided to remain secret for the time being, despite everything.

"I’d tell you to ask Ona, but I’m not sure I’d appreciate it if I found out you really did"

You smile thinking about your roomate, that you’re getting to know a little more during this tournament. You lean in for a kiss, savoring the sensation of Alexia’s soft lips against yours. You get lost in the embrace, before jumping when you hear footsteps approaching the door quickly. You barely have time to take off from Alexia before Mariona came in.

"Hurry girls, Vilda is in a bad mood"

You nod before taking your jersey, mouthing a "Go" to Alexia.

**********

In the milddle of the common living room, you were playing ping-pong with Ona, Salma, and Aitana. Pairing with Aitana, you were beating the shit of the other duo up, your screams of enthusiasm resounding throughout the room. It doesn’t seem to bother the rest of the team though and you come across Alexia’s amused look several times. She finds herself sitting on a sofa, stuck between Eva and Irene.

"Vamoooooos!" cheers Aitana after you win in the victory point.

She hugs as you smile, before laughing when you see Ona moving away from the table to find refuge in front of the television, alongside Alba. Salma rolls her eyes and smiles, best loser, while Aitana lays a drooling kiss on your cheek.

"Ew" you wince, wiping your cheek with the back of your hand. "Back off"

With another laugh Aitana goes to Salma and your gaze instinctively goes back to Alexia. This is not new, it has the same effect as a magnet on you. She looks at you too, but this time her face seems stoic, deserted by the fun that was on it until now.

You frowns, asking her if everything's fine remotely. But she doesn't answer, before her attention is caught by Irene. And despite your attempts to cross her gaze for the next few minutes, Alexia will never shift her attention to you. As time passes, the feeling of incofort becomes too big and you end up telling that you are tired to escape the room.

Taking your phone out of your jogging pocket, you reach your room by sending a message to Alexia.

You - Is everything's alright?

She didn't answer at first, but you didn’t expect an immediate answer. She is surrounded by your teammates and Jenni having almost caught you the other day, it's obvious that she will be careful. But, when you are showered, changed and Ona joined you in the room, you still have no answer.

You - Alexia?

You hesitated a long time before sending the second message, not wanting to seem too sticky. But your heart rate is too high, showing your concern.

"You're alright Cariño?"

Ona's voice makes you jump and mumble a "Madre mios" before answering.

"I didn't know you weren't sleeping, sorry if I wake you up"

"You didn't. But you didn't answer my question either."

You shrugs, biting your lips. But you couldn't answer. Small one because you're a bad liar and small two because Ona already seems to know the answer.

"You didn't have to talk to me if you don't want to, but just know that I'm here if you need to"

You smile this time, feeling an rush of (friendly) affection towards the Catalan.

"Gracias Ona."

**********

You wake up a little later, a look on the alarm clock informing you that it's only 3 in the morning. You glance at Ona who seems deeply asleep, her chest rising and falling at regular intervals. You turn around in your bed and a few seconds later a light makes you open your eyes. It’s the screen on your phone, and you grab it and see that you got a message from Alexia. Three, actually.

Mi Reina ♥ - I'm sorry, can we talk ?

Mi Reina ♥ - Please?

Mi Reina ♥ - I'm at your door

If the first two messages are about an hour old, the last one is only a few seconds old. Frowning, you get up from your bed and join the door most discreetly. After taking one last look at Ona, you open the door, swearing inwardly when you hear it squeak. And in spite of yourself, you can’t help but let go of a cry of surprise when you feel that a hand takes hold of your arm to draw you further down the corridor.

"Shh!"

Before you know what’s really going on, you find yourself in a room used as a maid’s storeroom, obviously recognizing the silhouette of your girlfriend despite the darkness. And you just have time to see her honey eyes sparkling in the dark before you feel her body crashing against yours, her lips kissing yours with a hungerness you’ve never known her until now.

You need two seconds before answering her kiss, moaning when she bits you lips and leave them to alternate kissing and biting along your neck.

"Alexia... No marks" you stutter, feeling her sucking a sensitive spot in your neck.

"Why? You are mine." she growls

She sucks harder and you have to bite your lip to stay silent.

**********

"What was that about?"

You look at her, catching your breath after a long, intense and busy time. Your eyes having adapted to the brightness, you have no trouble to realize that if she takes time to answer it is only because she seeks her words. So you don’t press it, more than happy to find a box to sit on. After a few more seconds, you finally reach out to her so that she settles by your side.

"Alexia don't mess with your head. It's me, talk to me"

She sights, answering without looking at you.

"Imaybewasjealous"

"I'm sorry, what?" you laugh, leaning to her.

"I was jealous, ok? At first you were having fun and I didn't mind, I was happy because I have a real reason to looked at you. But after she kissed you and I don't know something snapped in my brain"

You are so surprised by her monologue, said in an increasingly fast and annoyed tone that it takes you a few seconds to answer.

"Are you talking about the kiss slash dog-licking Aitana gave me after our ping-pong match?" you ask, completely amazed.

"But I should be the only one allowed licking your face" Alexia wines and you can't help but laugh.

Alexia bites her lip so as not to mix her laughter with yours, but cannot mask her smile.

"You don't have to be jealous of anyone bebita" you say after you resume breathing, making Alexia smile with the surname she loves the most. "I only have eyes for you"

She's still smiling but didn't answer. Only with that you can understand that there is something else.

"Alexia talk to me"

She looks at you and take you by the hand to draw you to her knees. You let yourself obviously, too happy to find yourself in her arms even if what happened between you a few minutes ago was the most intense. You never get tired of the moments of tenderness she offers you.

"I think I’m getting tired of having to hide our relationship. I know the decision not to talk about it came largely from me, but we’ve been together for more than a year. But I'm scared of what people will say about us. I'm scared they destroy us."

"Nobody can destroy us, not even ourselves when we tried"

Alexia smiles again and stroke your cheek with his nose before talking.

"You know what? If we win the final, I’m ready to shout from the rooftops that I’m crazy about you."

#alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine

[simplyholl]

The President’s Pet

Summary: Trying to survive in the Void, you find yourself in President Loki’s possession.

Pairing: President Loki x F Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Only. minors DNI. CNC. Dom Loki. Rough sex. Biting.

This is darker than what I usually write.

W/C: 1.3K

A/N: This idea came from the wild WhatsApp ramblings of me and @wheredafandomat

See my Masterlist here

You run as fast as you can, Alioth was too close for comfort. You had survived two days in the Void, and you intended to make it a lot longer. “Follow me!” A tall man said, running beside you. “I’ll help you.” You look behind you, the giant cloud monster was gaining on you. You didn’t have a choice.

You follow him underground to his hideout. As soon as the entrance door shuts behind you, two other men surround you, tying you up. “She will do nicely. I heard the President is bored with his whore. She will make a great addition for him. She will ensure our protection for at least a month.”

You struggle against them, but it’s no use. The man you shouldn’t have trusted leads the pack as they carry you across the vacant land. When you reach their destination, you’re thrown to the ground in front of a man sitting on a makeshift throne. He’s wearing a suit with a tear near the shoulder, horns on his head, his dark hair frames his face so beautifully. You notice a button on his suit jacket that says “Loki for President”.

You wonder what his story was before he got pruned. He looks at you with a sinister smile. Rising to his feet, he grabs your hair at the nape of your neck lifting your face to meet his gaze. “Oh, I like her.”

With the clap of his hands, another woman is brought out. “Give her to Alioth, I’ve grown tired of her.” Your new captor continues, “Bring this one to her new room.” You’re lifted to your feet and brought to a tiny room. A bed and a cage are the only furnishings in the room.

You sit on the bed waiting for the man who now controls your fate to give you instructions. He keeps you waiting for what feels like hours, but it could be mere minutes. Time seems to move differently in the Void. He enters the small room, strutting over to you.

“I am President Loki. You belong to me now. What happens next is entirely up to you. If you sign this paper-“ A flash of green shines in his hand as a sheet of paper and a pen appear. “And you’re a good little pet, I will care for you. You will be fed, safe, and rest assured, I take care of what is mine. Any jewelry, clothes, sweets, any frivolous thing your heart desires. If my men find it out there, it will be yours. If you disobey me, you will be punished.”

He gestures to the cage. He hands you the paper. You take your time reading it carefully. Basically it says if you please him sexually, you will be safe, more importantly alive. “Apparently, you run this place. What’s with all the paperwork? You could just have your way with all the women who turn up here.” He thinks about your question for a second before answering.

“Consent is still important, even here darling. You make the choice. You can agree or be Alioth’s next meal. I need you to satisfy my needs. You need me to stay alive. We could have a mutually beneficial relationship here.”

He smiles and you see the politician in him. How he used his charisma to climb social ladders in his own timeline. You take a moment to study his face. He is the most handsome man you have ever seen. You weigh your options. It could be a lot worse. He could be hideous. This will ensure you’re alive for a little longer. You sigh, “Give me the pen.” You reach toward him as a wolfish grin appears on his face.

You hear the thud of his boots on the floor outside your door. This is the second time he’s come in to bed you. He was rough, leaving bruises scattered all over your body. You were still sore from last night, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

You want to be the best he’s ever had. That way, he won’t get bored of you so easily. You quickly strip your clothes, laying on the bed spread for him like a feast. He spots you immediately, nodding his approval.

“My perfect little slut, this is how I expect to be greeted from now on, understand?” “Yes, sir.” He removes his belt from his pants, slowly pulling it from each loop. You place your hands in front of you, ready to be tied up. He did the same thing yesterday.

He fastens the belt around your wrists tightly. You watch as he undresses. He gets on the bed, presenting his fingers to you. “Suck.” You take them between your lips sucking and licking them. When he’s satisfied, he pulls them out rubbing your clit with his saliva covered fingers.

“So wet for me.” He observes. “Yes sir, only for you.” He drags his cock against your lips, and you open for him. “Let me use your pretty mouth, pet.” You take him in slowly, your wet tongue traveling his thick length.

You moan around him as his fingers explore you. He grabs your head, making you take him all the way to the back of your throat. Your nose hits his pelvis, drool drips down your chin. He watches as you struggle to take him. You choke when he thrusts forcefully.

You let your jaw go slack, letting him fuck your face. You whine when he removes his fingers from you. “You look so beautiful choking on my cock.” He tells you, his thumb caressing your full cheek. You feel his cock pulsing on your tongue. You know he’s close. You suck your cheeks in and he empties in your mouth.

You swallow most of it, leaving some in your mouth. You stick your tongue out, showing him the release you saved before swallowing. “Thank you for cumming in my mouth, sir.”

“That’s my good girl.” He praises. “Good girls get rewarded.” He pushes you against the mattress, raising your belt restrained hands above your head. He licks a stripe up your neck, rough fingers pinching your nipples. He bites down on your shoulder, you cry out reaching for him.

He slings your arms back up with force. He spreads your legs, settling between them. You gasp as he buries his face between your thighs. He tugs on your clit, you writhe underneath him, bucking your hips up into his face.

President Loki’s large arm lays against your stomach, holding you down. He dines on you like you’re the first decent meal he’s had in ages. Considering where you are, it’s probably true. His tongue lashes against you, he’s not gentle. It’s almost like he’s punishing you with the skilled muscle.

You feel your orgasm building. You look down at the beautiful man between your legs, wishing you could hold onto his horns for support. The band low in your belly snaps and you fall apart, shouting his name. He bites your inner thigh as he removes his face from your center. You shutter with anticipation as he parts your legs slowly.

He plunges inside you, bottoming out immediately. “It’s too much.” You tell him, feeling way too full. You’re still sore from last night. “You can take it.” He confirms by pulling out and thrusting back in harder this time. He lifts your leg to his broad shoulder, this new angle making him drag deliciously against the special spot inside you.

“Tell me you love taking my big cock.” He commands. You moan as he looks over your bruised covered body, appreciating his handiwork from the night before. “I love your big cock, sir. It’s all I can think about.” You stroke his ego as he sets a brutal pace. “Good fucking girl.” He growls.

“I want to see this pretty pussy dripping with my cum.” He reaches between you, pinching your sensitive clit. “Please cum inside me. I need you to fill me up, sir.” You beg him. His thrusts grow sloppy, then he spills inside you releasing with a grunt. He pulls out quickly, rough hands spreading you apart.

He collects the cum dripping out of you with his long fingers, pushing it back into you. “You were so good for me.” He coos. “Don’t clean up yet. I’ll be back to do it later.” A hot plate of food and mouth watering desserts appear with a green flourish. “Don’t tell the others I can do that.” He winks at you, magically putting his clothes back on before leaving.

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[totowlff]

after party

➝ request: we could get some drunk Toto?

➝ word count: 2,7k

➝ warnings: mentions of drinking and smut

➝ author’s notes: this is his day! and, even though it's already dark, I think it's the ideal time to post this little one-shot. hope you like it. (btw, happy birthday, toto)

Your eyelids fluttered as your eyes met the sunlight streaming in through the crack in the curtain.

You squinted from the way the light stung. Your head throbbed.

You ran your hand over your face and shifted a little in bed, taking a little bit of comfort in the softness of the duvet that covered your body. It took a few seconds for your mind to process the thought, but all it took was your fingers sliding over her skin for your initial impression to be confirmed.

You were naked.

Trying to sit up made your head hurt even more, and your body ached. You felt like you'd been hit by a truck. However, the pain became completely secondary when you noticed your reflection in the mirror at the foot of the bed. Rubbing your eyes, you stared at it, noticing the purple marks standing out on your skin.

One small thing, though — your bedroom had no mirror.

Looking to your left, you saw an armchair, a small table, and a lamp next to the window. The curtains were closed, and you couldn’t see outside. The room’s decor was minimalist, impersonal, maybe a bit cold. Turning around a little further, you can see a bedside table with a lamp and a half-empty bottle of water, with the Metropole hotel logo on the label.

“Why am I at the Metropole?”, you wondered, running your hand over your face again, trying to push away the pain and tiredness you felt, trying to piece together the previous night.

You had left work and gone home; you remembered that much. The day had been a little tiring, but the anticipation of your usual night of cocktails and laughter with your friend in a bar in the center of Geneva gave you the patience to put up with even the rudest of your colleagues. Throwing on one of your best dresses and some dizzyingly high heels, you took a taxi to the bar. You arrived a little later than Swiss etiquette would normally allow. However, lucky for you, your friend hadn’t arrived yet, either.

You just didn't expect that she would never arrive.

Sitting at the bar sipping a gin and tonic, you read the message she had sent you on WhatsApp, a little upset. She had gone out to dinner with her boyfriend, completely forgetting about your almost-sacred commitment. You sat alone and watched the bartender work amid the chatter, laughter, and loud music, something told you to leave. There was no point in staying there alone.

But then, your eyes met his.

The memory made you slowly turn your face to the right side, finding a man lying face down next to you on the bed. His head was turned away, preventing you from seeing his face. You didn’t have to see his face to know that he was the man from the bar last night.

He had approached you almost casually. He was tall, had dark hair and eyes, and a strong jaw. With a smile, he asked, in heavily accented French, if he could sit next to you. He ordered an Old Fashioned from the bartender, and straightened the sleeves of his shirt that were pulled up to his elbows. He asked you why you looked so upset. 

— I usually meet a friend of mine every Friday for cocktails and a chat, but she left me for her boyfriend tonight — you replied, stirring the ice in your drink — Actually, I should be home by now…

— Why did you decide to stay?

— Alcohol is good company, I think.

— I know better company than that — the man murmured, lifting his glass to his lips.

— Who? — you asked, almost naively.

— Me — he replied, with a mischievous smile on his face.

The timeline so far seemed coherent in your head. You went to the bar, had a few drinks and met that man. However, after he claimed to be better company than your drinks, everything turned into a shapeless blur. You just remembered things in flashes — a mixture of drinking, laughter, and kisses, a tangle of memories that didn't make any sense. Thinking about it was just making you anxious, and making your head hurt even more.

You picked up the water bottle and took a sip, washing away the bitter taste that was on your tongue. However, as soon as you leaned over to return the bottle to the bedside table, you heard a pained groan beside you.

— Scheiße — the man growled in German, raising a hand to his head — Warum bestehe ich schon darauf zu trinken?

— Good morning to you too — you murmured, almost unconsciously. He turned his head in your direction, the expression on his face a little confused. If you were surprised to be there, he probably was too.

— Good… Morning — he said, slowly lifting himself up on his forearms. He was squinting at you, his dark hair wild and mussed with sleep.

— Are you okay? — you asked. You weren’t sure why. It was probably to diffuse the tension, but it felt like the right question to ask.

— I've definitely seen better days — the man replied — And you?

— Awful. My head hurts like hell.

— I'm sorry — he said, hesitating for a few seconds. He was gazing at you thoughtfully — Pardon me, but I can't remember your name.

The revelation made you smile. It was embarrassing enough to have no idea what the name of the man who was next to you in bed. However, the fact that he also didn't remember your name makes you feel less guilty, and got rid of the shame of asking him questions.

— Y/N. And you? I… I can't remember either.

— My name is Torger, but you can call me Toto.

Hearing him say his own name caused a new memory to be unlocked in your mind. It was your own voice, repeating his name like a plea, as his lips marked your neck and your nails scratched his back. “We didn't do this”, you thought, feeling a sudden heat run through your skin.

— Can I ask you a question? — you said, in a low voice.

Toto was turning over in bed, rubbing his eyes.

— Yes, of course.

— Are you naked?

Lifting the blanket, he was silent for a few seconds.

— Yes. Are you?

— Yeah.

More silence.

— Do you think we — you started.

— Had sex?

— Yeah.

Toto got up, sitting on the bed. You didn't have any courage to look at him. An uncomfortable tension was building in the pit of your stomach.

— I don't remember — he said, after a few minutes. You started to feel a panic rising. You also didn't have any concrete memories of the night before. Everything was one big blur that tasted like alcohol, lemon, and salt. 

“Tequila”, you thought. Now you were starting to connect the dots, the realization hitting you hard.

— Fuck — you muttered, running a hand through your messy hair, before looking back at the window, trying to figure out what the day was like outside through the small crack in the curtain. Then you remembered something else, looking at Toto with wide eyes — What time is it?

He reached over to the bedside table, picking up his cell phone.

— Half past nine.

Your heart started pounding.

You shouldn't be there. You were late for work.

You jumped out of bed and started looking for your clothes, not without tripping over a pillow and almost knocking over the small table that was under the window. Your eyes roamed the floor in an anxious search for the dress and shoes you were wearing the night before. You found your panties thrown at the foot of the bed and your dress crumpled by the bathroom door.

— What happened?

— I need to go.

— But…

— I’m late for work, I shouldn’t be here — you muttered, as you slipped into your panties. Then, it was time to put on the dress, a daring one by your standards, but you liked it a lot. However, after a few moments of trying to shimmy into it, you heard Toto clear his throat.

— Y/N…

— I don't have time, Toto, I have to go.

— You're trying to put your head through the sleeve.

You stopped suddenly, pulling the fabric from your head and looking at him, who had a mischievous smile on his lips. Then, he turned the phone towards you, the date and time highlighted against the wallpaper that looked like an image of the night sky taken from inside an airplane.

— Besides, today is Saturday.

— Saturday? — you mumbled, confused.

— Yeah. Today is Saturday. Unless you also work on the weekend, I don't think you need to worry about getting to work on time.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed in your underwear, you sighed, your head throbbing with pain again. As you rubbed your temples, you felt Toto touch your shoulder. The gesture felt strangely tender.

— Look, I really don't know what happened last night, especially after that Old Fashioned I had at the bar with you. But the least I can do is ask you to have breakfast with me. Would you like to?

You looked to the side, meeting his gaze. His expression was earnest and kind, his dark eyes looking hopefully at you.

— Will there be black coffee, without sugar?

— If you want — he replied quietly.

— Then, I would.

Smiling, he reached over and picked up the phone, tapping a button to call the concierge. While Toto was ordering room service, you got up and went to the bathroom. Staring at your own reflection, you were a little startled by the mascara and eyeliner marks that were smeared across your face. Luckily, the Metropole was a nice enough hotel to have makeup remover in its standard toiletries, so you scrubbed your face clean, splashing some cool water onto it and patting it dry with a towel. You found one of the fluffy white bathrobes hanging on the back of the door, and put it on. Better than sitting around in your underwear. As you left the ensuite bathroom, you saw Toto had changed as well, now standing there in pajama bottoms and a gray T-shirt, typing something on his phone. “My god, he’s tall”, you thought, as you approached him.

— Breakfast on the way?

— Yes. I also had my assistant get us some painkillers.

You blinked.

— Assistant?

— Yes, my assistant, Charlotte.

— You have an assistant?

— Yes, I do.

— Why?

— Because I have a job that's a little… Complicated.

— How complicated?

He smiled, pushing a strand of your hair out of your face.

— Too complicated to explain in a few words.

You pressed your lips together, a little nervous. “Could it be…”, you thought.

— Is it anything illegal?

Toto laughed.

— Did you think I was a criminal?

— Well, you have the energy of a James Bond villain, you know?

— Just because I'm tall? — he raised an eyebrow.

— Maybe — you smiled — The accent also doesn’t help.

— I've been told that a few times before, actually. But rest assured, it's nothing illegal.

— What is it then?

— Well, have you heard of Formula 1?

Before you could answer, there was a knock on the door. Toto stood up and answered it, only opening the door slightly. Taking the tray handed to him by the concierge, he carried it to the bed, placing it carefully on the mattress. He had ordered quite the spread. You were surprised by the variety of fruits, jams, and breads available. Sitting down next to the tray, you took a grape from it, popping it into your mouth.

— Starting without me? — he asked, a smug smile on his face.

— It was just a grape — you replied, laughing.

— Is it good, at least? — Toto questioned, as he sat down in front of you.

— It's excellent.

You ate without saying much, preferring to let the coffee work its wonders on your headache. Toto selected one of the bagels from the tray, smearing it with strawberry jam. During the meal, he told you more about his job, which basically consisted of leading a Formula 1 team. You didn’t really follow the sport, you only knew a few names, the most famous ones, in this case. But hearing Toto talk about his work, the way his eyes sparkled, was fascinating. You could spend hours listening to him talk.

— And what are you doing here in Geneva? Business or pleasure?

— Both. I came to talk to a sponsor and, yesterday, I took the opportunity to celebrate my birthday at the bar.

— Birthday, huh?

— Yes, I was even with some friends, I think I introduced them to you — he said — Do you remember?

You blinked. You definitely didn't remember being introduced to anyone.

— No — you muttered.

— Wait, let me show you a picture of them — Toto said, picking up his cell phone and swiping through the phone's camera roll. You waited for him to find the right picture. However, his expression looking at the phone made you put down your drink. He looked worried.

— What’s wrong?

— I think I have the answer to the question you asked me here in bed — he murmured.

— Which?

— This one — he handed you his phone, the image on the screen making your heart sink in your chest. It was a selfie of you, completely naked and with your lips parted, while his hand held your neck, apparently squeezing it.

— Oh my God — you muttered, shocked.

— There's more — Toto said — Swipe to the side.

With a trembling thumb, you moved on to the next image, another selfie of yourself, this time with your lip between your teeth and back arched, with Toto poised with his hands on your hips, looking consumed with pleasure. In the next image, you were lying on the bed, Toto's hand squeezing one of your breasts as he penetrated you.

— Wow — you said, somewhat impressed by your own boldness. It wasn't something you typically did, not even alone, let alone with someone you'd just met at a bar.

— There is a video too.

— A… Video?

He pressed his lips together, looking at the phone. You looked at the device and dragged to the next image, this time with a play symbol over it. Tapping the screen to play the video, the silence was filled with your moans and the sounds of your bodies coming together.

— Fuck — Toto muttered — I'm coming.

— Come, let me make you come — you moaned, as the image became even more unstable, the effort visible in both of your breathing.

— Y/N…

— Come for me — you heard your own voice say, as he grunted from behind the camera, releasing himself inside the condom he was using, the image going completely dark, since he had dropped his cell phone on the bed. Long seconds of heavy breathing and a few breathless laughs later, you appeared on the screen again, smiling.

— Happy birthday, Mr. Wolff — you said directly to the camera, blowing a kiss to the lens and ending the recording.

You looked up at Toto, who was suddenly very interested in the label on one of the jars of jam on the tray. He was probably feeling embarrassed about the whole situation, especially since those pictures were on his phone. But, despite being a little embarrassed, the video triggered a new memory in your head. It was vivid and exciting.

After a few kisses and unchaste touches inside the bar, you left for the hotel where he was staying. Already inside the suite and undressed, you had been the one who asked to borrow his phone to take some pictures of you two, as well as the video. Those pictures were the birthday gift you had given him.

— Nice — you murmured, handing the phone back.

— What do you want me to do with them? — he asked seriously.

— What do you mean by that?

— Well, they’re private, and they’re pictures of you. You should decide what you want to do with them.

— Do you want to delete them?

— Do you want me to delete them? — Toto returned the question.

— Honestly? No.

He was visibly surprised.

— No?

— Keep them. Like I said last night, they are my birthday gift to you.

He stared at the phone's screen with a shy smile on his lips.

— I would be happier with another gift from you, Y/N.

— What would that be?

— Your phone number, so I can see you again.

You felt heat coursing through your skin, and your heart fluttering.

— Give me your phone.

He handed over the device almost immediately for you to add your number to his contact list. Once you’d saved your number, you handed the phone back to Toto, an almost malicious smile on your lips.

— Happy birthday, Mr. Wolff.

#toto wolff #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff x you #toto wolff smut #f1 x reader #f1 one shot #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #wlffog #formula 1 one shot #formula one fic #formula one one shot #oneshotwlff

[jo-harrington]

so teeth? really?

Anon...yeah teeth? I'm weird, I'm here for the weirdos.

I've decided recently that I'm going to be a certain actor who shall only be named in the tags arch nemesis. If there's no one out there talking about his false teeth and his stained nails and his disgusting capitalist tendencies, it means I'm dead.

So in honor of a certain someone who'll only be named in the tags 30th birthday, please enjoy the sequel to this weird RPF.

Pairing: Disgusting 30-year old capitalist B-lister who's lucking out on his career x CorporateBadass!Fem!Reader

TW: RPF, Smut, jealousy, a little angst, a little degradation, and he's gross

Tagging @courtingchaos @deathbecomesthem @dr-aculaaa and @tomtomslongdong @bettyfrommars because you liked my games last time.

18+ WEIRDOS ENJOY! NORMIES STAY OUT.

It came in an email.

It always did.

Forwarded from your work email to your personal email, then forwarded onto his with several question marks. No phone numbers, no WhatsApp. An occasional GChat if you had trouble compromising over different time zones. But generally, your interactions were limited to a familiar face in an unfamiliar place; not casual conversation during normal, every day life.

You joked once, in an Uber on the way to the airport as you were fixing your disheveled clothes after a quickie before check-out, that you might as well sync your google calendars and that…seemed pretty appealing to him, if only someone else didn’t handle his calendar for him.

“Must be nice,” you joked. “Big important star with an assistant.”

“It’s one of my manager’s assistant,” he argued. “And you have an assistant too.”

“It’s an admin for the department. And they only book the travel. They don’t manage individual calendars. Sorry I’m a peasant dragging my cadaver up the corporate ladder.”

Regardless, he woke up to your email one morning—some remnant of your personality from a former life—at the top of his inbox with the word “London???” above an itinerary for two weeks of franchise meetings and property tours around the city he called home.

His city. No coincidences, no “accidental” run-ins at LAX or JFK that the two of you bent in your favor. You were coming for to him. During a week that he otherwise had no plans.

He acted on impulse. Perhaps a little desperately. Especially considering how little he knew you.

“If you want, you can just stay here. I have plenty of room. You’ll have your space. Pretend it’s a VRBO for the week.”

Realization hit him once he hit send. Dread.

Invite you to stay at his house, a house that he was just settling in to being a home. Where all of his things were, where he had pictures of family and friends.

His house.

Where he was someone and not no one.

He hoped that you would realize the impropriety—as improper as it could be after he’d stuck his cock in you more times than he could count at this point—and be the more level-headed of the two of you, as you usually were, and decline the offer.

It took 48 hours for you to respond. 

He thought that meant he was in the clear.

Until your reply blipped in his inbox between emails containing sides for self tapes and negotiations for his next potential public appearance.

“Great, thanks. I won’t take up too much space. I’ll barely be there.”

Followed by the airplane emoji and the sleep emoji.

He got irrationally angry for a moment.

How could you do this? How could you cross this boundary? Partial anonymity…that’s what you both agreed on and here you were…suddenly reneging on that agreement. 

Invading his space.

Only you weren’t invading, he invited you in.

Invited you to know Joe a little more than you knew Joseph.

And he could know you too. 

He missed getting to know people; he chose not to know people. He knew enough people.

Now he’d get the chance to get to know you.

You’d be here in a week.

And suddenly you were.

Not an email away. Just there.

You sent him a WhatsApp from the car—a necessity now that you’d be with him for a prolonged time—double checking his street. Then suddenly you were ringing the bell.

He went over the mental to-do list that he’d made ahead of your arrival—schedule planned so he’d be available if you wanted or needed him anything, the cleaning service came through, groceries were delivered, and he’d even got flowers for your room…just a nice little thing he thought of—and then he opened the door.

It had been awkward, the initial greeting.

It wasn’t like your typical hotel room rendezvous. It wasn’t straight to business. You both just stood there staring.

“Consider me a vampire,” you joked, slightly jet lagged and weary since you had gone to meetings straight away after you’d landed. “I need to be invited to come in.”

“Of course,” he stepped to the side to let you in. “Make yourself at home.”

You let him carry your suitcase and shoulder your backpack as he led you straight to the guest room. Then you touched his cheek fondly, thanked him…and promptly shut the door in his face so you could sleep.

Well…he at least thought he was going to get something more than that.

But he didn’t get much more than that. For almost an entire week.

At first it was fine. You were busy, and so was he.

He made (ordered) breakfast for the two of you for the first morning. You grabbed tea and a biscuit (“when in Rome…yes I know…but this was part of the Roman Empire so…No I thought it was funny Joseph ok see you later then”) and ordered an Uber to make it to your first walkthrough of the day. He had a copy of your schedule in his email, made sure to run his errands, make his appointments, and hang out with friends while you were busy so he could be there when it was time for you to return at the end of the day. Only to get another peck on the cheek and be thoroughly ignored as you trudged off to bed.

He felt a little bad. He knew those days where they just never seemed to end; come back to wherever he’d been put up only to check his phone and pass out. 

Then he’d hear you around midnight, waking up from a dead sleep and tapping away at your keyboard. Sending communication to your boss or your team or whoever else back home. He didn’t know if you knew he was awake, or if you would venture out of the guest room to find him or get a drink…something. But you never did. Didn’t roam around, didn’t even chat him on WhatsApp; you just clicked away until the clicking stopped and you passed out again.

That’s when he got annoyed.

Because he’d been patient enough; he waited. Waited for something for those first few days. Some kind of sign that you were here with him. He’d sit and watch the telly, pick something from netflix or YouTube, read a book waiting for you to say more than hello to him when he opened the door for you. Have a conversation with him. Something! Sure that wasn’t really how the two of you operated, but even when he still had a roommate and they lived a very separate schedule there was at least a “hey mate, how’d the day go” and it gnawed at his insides that you couldn’t even be bothered.

Who were you? Just some no one, playing at possibly having an executive position one day. 

And who was he? He was Joseph Quinn. Eddie fucking Munson, as much as he loathed it. He had people screaming for him, screaming his name. You even screamed his name from time to time. 

Just not now.

Was he even going to get to fuck you at the end of this torture? Probably not. You’d be off to Heathrow to catch your flight back home with a simple peck on the cheek and a pat on the head.

“Good boy Joseph, letting me stay in your guest room, thank you for the red carpet treatment.”

So after three days of radio silence, he stopped playing such a gracious host. You insisted that you weren’t even there? He would act like you weren’t.

He stopped living his life around your schedule, left you a spare key so he wouldn’t have to make a fool of himself and open the door for you. Got dinner with his friends, drinks with some people his manager wanted him to meet, all on his own time. 

He did exactly what did, he ignored you.

And that’s what got your attention, or so it seemed.

He saw you “in the wild” a bit more. You and your American lean against the bar at the pub he frequented, wine glass in hand as you chatted with someone in a suit; he decided he’d rather get a beer somewhere else that night. Came home late from a friend’s party on Friday to find you in the kitchen, with a sandwich, going over some contract. You waved at him, maybe a hello or to get him to join you, but he just walked away. Woke up late the next morning to find you actually sitting on his couch with coffee in one hand and phone in another. Your eyes brightened a little when you saw him.

“Morning! I have an appointment at 1, but…dinner?” You asked. “I’m getting so sick of cateri—“

“M’busy,” he cut you off. He didn’t like the way you just nodded, just pressed your lips together accepted it. The way his plans meant nothing. Still, you were out here. Instead of in your room…or just gone.

“Maybe tomorrow night?” He offered, a little more gently.

“Sounds good.” He smiled. “I’ll put it on my calendar.” And the smile went away again, and so did he.

You put him on your calendar like another business appointment; he shouldn’t have felt bad about it, it’s what you always did when you met up in one city or another…but he did. Because this wasn’t “make a run-in happen” this was a meal with the person whose house you were living in for two weeks.

He probably should have asked someone if he was overreacting—probably should have asked you to be honest—but who could he ask? His friends didn’t know about you; they gave him enough shit about his current situation as it was, let alone some American airport fling. Couldn’t exactly tell his manager, they’d have you in to sign an NDA or something; all of the times he planned his travel around “running into you,” he just said it was meeting up with a friend.

So let the feeling stew in his head all day. He came home late again Saturday night to avoid you, and stayed out the entire day Sunday, missing the time you’d made for him on your calendar. Good riddance.

Until he rolled in at 1am, well on his way back to sober after a night out, to find you sitting on his couch, some YouTube chef on the telly, Diet Coke in hand, and his takeaway box of leftovers from dinner the night before on the coffee table.

“That was mine,” he accused. No greeting, just fire as he walked over and looked at the remnants of his gnocchi carbonara.

“It was really tasty,” you nodded.

“I know, because it was mine.” He scoffed and crossed his arm over his chest. “You know if you were really hungry, there’s plenty of other food in the kitchen. Or you could’ve gotten a sausage roll or something. Ever heard of Uber Eats?”

“No I ate your pasta because you told me once that you don’t eat leftovers but you always felt bad that they’d just go in the garbage at the restaurant,” you explained calmly. A little too calmly. “Instead they’d just go in the garbage here. So I enjoyed your scraps, cold, like a peasant, oh King Joseph, most conceited and decadent of all. Because you forgot we had plans for dinner.”

“S’that what we had? Plans?”

“Yeah, I blocked off time for you and everything.”

“Talk about most conceited,” he grabbed the takeaway box and started walking towards the kitchen to dispose of it and this conversation, but you were hot on his heels.

“Excuse me what was that?”

“You heard me, conceited,” he threw the box in the bin and then turned back towards you. “Lemme pencil you in on my calendar, Joe. Dinner, Sunday, 8 o’clock does that work?” He mimed holding a notebook and jotting down the appointment. 

“Have you lost your mind? That’s what I need to do if I want ten minutes to myself, let alone a whole dinner. You know I didn’t even put sleep on my calendar for this trip?”

“Lemme not even say good morning because I have a call I need to get on Joe, thanks for the biscuits.”

“Did you miss the entire point of me being in London when I sent you my itinerary? Or did you think this was just me coming to fuck you for two weeks?”

“Maybe not the whole two weeks,” he sneered at you. “But even a how was your day would have been nicer than being treated like the hotel manager.”

“At least the hotel staff cleans shit up,” you scoffed at him. “You know I went out for drinks the other night, went to that pub you told me about, because we finally figured out a contract and I spilled wine on myself. Came back here to throw it in the wash only to find the machine full of dirty clothes. That was really fun to see your stained and faded tighty whiteys at the top of the load. Were you just waiting for the maid service to come back to start the wash for you? You’re so famous now that can’t even hit the damn button yourself?”

The next scathing remark stopped dead on his tongue at that, and then he felt the shame build up.

But only for a moment, because before he knew it, you were crossing the distance and smashing your mouth to his. It was a quick play for control as usual, neither of you caring that you’d just butt heads because the real winner would be whoever could succeed at your little game first; he was in such a mood, such a state, that he actually tried to put up a fight, wanting to get you to cry out for him like he’d been wanting all week. Wanting to be wanted, needed.

He pulled away to remove the bridge from his mouth, mindful of the complaint you’d made about kissing him last time you’d met up, and you did something unexpectedly delicious.

“You rich rat,” you growled at him as you tugged his shirt free of his waistband with one hand and started working his belt loose with the other. “You better be wearing clean underwear right now so help me god.”

And damn if he didn’t get hard just from your words alone. 

The aggressive snap of his belt hitting the tile floor also helped.

“They should be,” he grinned cheekily and pulled your sleep shirt over your head. “Agnetha did a load before you got here.”

“You’re pathetic.” You worked the buttons of his shirt as quickly as you could. “How much is this shirt? ’S it dry-clean only? Does she take your dry cleaning in too? Bring it back and make sure it’s folded nicely only for you to shove everything in the drawer anyway. Like the useless boy you are.”

Yeah that was doing it for him.

“She washes the sheets too.” He dropped to his knees before you now as you leant against the counter, fully intent on pleasing you right here in the kitchen. “Changed them right before you got here. Shouldn’t be any more questionable stains.”

“Useless,” you hissed at him but ran a hand softly through his curls as he kissed along your abdomen and peeled your leggings down your legs. “Utterly useless.”

The thing about you though was your self-restraint, your discipline. You didn’t like to lose; you’d deprive yourself of things to get some advantage over your adversaries—usually corporate adversaries—and come out on top. And you made that very well known in the bedroom too when this little game got started. You’d gotten him to cum easily the first time you slept together and then used him to chase your own pleasure, commanding his mouth and tongue here and fingers there. 

Just like you were doing now. No moans, just little hitches in your breathing as you steered his head and used the leg you’d thrown over his shoulder to bring him deeper into your center. 

When you got close to completion, you used the upper hand again to push him away and you both descended together. His trousers and pants shoved down to his knees with his shirt bunched up under his head so he wouldn’t be sore from smacking it against the tile when you sunk down onto him. And when he felt the delicious squeeze of your cunt, he couldn’t help himself from throwing his head back; good for you to have the foresight. 

He had the foresight too though. He knew your moves, they made him see the light of God, seductress that you were. You told him your secret once as you basked in the afterglow when you’d rendered him particularly speechless.

“Spell the word coconut.”

“C-o-c--“

“No, I spell the word coconut. As I’m on top. Read it in a magazine or something during my last layover.”

And he could feel it now, predict it. Feel the motion of your hips, around and around and up and down and squeeze.

He couldn’t tell just by looking at your face, he had to feel it; close his eyes and feel the tempestuous slide of you over him, bringing him higher.

Maybe he would win the game tonight?

He wasn’t one to lose either; he could be competitive just like you. In fact, he was excellent at manipulating a situation in his favor. School, money, life. And with you he’d won enough times to know it could be done. You’d made him feel so…meaningless over the past week—even if he’d misunderstood and overreacted—that a win would be even better than the pleasure itself.

You pried one of his hands off your hip where it was clinging for dear life and directed him to play with your clit so you didn’t have to. For a moment, he lifted his head and watched his own nicotine-stained nails and your prettily manicured ones mingle against the engorged and glistening junction of your sex, and where any other time it would have him groaning at the sight, he couldn’t help but notice how disgusting his hands looked in comparison to your own. For a moment the confidence faltered.

When had he last washed them? Maybe you were right, he was gross and pathetic…

But then you moaned, and from his point of view It looked like it even surprised you even. You stuttered in your pace and your eyes went a little wide. 

He felt all the doubt leave him. 

He would win tonight…

He took advantage, used his leverage, to turn the tables. To sit upright and guide you to take his spot; you couldn’t even protest before he pistoned into you, before his fingered took an unrelenting pace on your clit.

He could spell coconut too, and he did. He would tell you all about it after his victory. Boast over using your own tricks against you.

You watched him with unblinking eyes as your nails dug into his bicep and shoulder, as you bit your lip so hard he was sure you’d bite right through it, and you kept the little whine that emanated from your throat as soft as you possibly could. Still, he could hear it through the desperate, wet sounds of your fucking.

He closed his eyes and focused on the finish line, focused on keeping the tension of his mounting pleasure back as he could feel you grip tighter and begin to spasm around him. He needed to win, it would be glorious.

“Joe,” you moaned, and he thought it was over. But there, underneath the neediness, lay the condescension, the obvious upper hand. “Can you hurry up? I have a call at 7am”

He came, seconds before you did. Collapsed against you and spilled inside of you before you found your own release.

On his kitchen floor, spent, laughing together, basking in the ridiculous pleasure found in the presence of one another, another game came to an end.

And he might have lost, but in the end, did he really lose?

Happy Birthday asshole. I'm following you into 30 in 10 months with a vengeance.

No love lost, The better Jo(e) &lt;/3

#tw: rpf #Joseph quinn rpf #rpf #Joseph quinn x reader #stranger things fic

[vroom63]

Jealousy Jealousy // M.A

Warnings: language, mature, smut, nsfw, uprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), slightly toxic (if you squint really hard)

Summary: A picture sent to the wrong person opens a can of worms.

Word Count: 2.8k

Authors note: Not beta read or edited, just .. yeah, enjoy

When you had agreed to share a flat with Marcus, you didn’t exactly think it through properly. You’d been kicked out of your former flat due to renovations and Marcus, being the perfect angel that he was, had offered you one of the spare bedrooms in his luxurious London flat. What you didn’t realize though, was how often he had his other friends over, and how attractive you found the lot of them. You had given up on catching Marcus’ attention a while ago, figuring that if he was interested in you as more than a friend, he would have done something about it by now. With this in mind, you had started an innocent flirt with Max Fewtrell behind his back. Well, innocent might not have been the right word, it was more of a friends with benefits situation. 

You currently found yourself in front of your full length mirror, trying out different poses to see which showed off your assets best, snapping pictures as you went. You were clad in only a pair of black lace knickers and Max’ green Quadrant hoodie that he had left the last time he was over. Choosing a picture where you were on your knees, legs spread and the hoodie hitched up to show off one of your hips, you went to whatsapp and sent it to Max. Or so you thought. See, moving in with Marcus was not the only thing you hadn’t thought all the way through. You had saved Marcus’ number as M💙 and Max’ as M💚.

Not realizing your mistake, you threw your phone on the bed and went over to the bookshelf to find your next read. “Is there a reason you’re sending me pictures of you, halfnaked, in someone else's hoodie?” Marcus’ voice sounded from your doorway. You whipped around to look at him. You still hadn’t put any trousers on, but the hoodie fell below your ass when you were standing. “Sorry?” you asked, feeling your cheeks turning red. “Why are you taking pictures of yourself in a Quadrant hoodie and sending it to me? Are you trying to tell me something?”. He didn’t look angry, but he was definitely annoyed, and you could not for the life of you figure out why. 

“Well obviously it wasn’t meant for you.” you said, retrieving your phone from the bed and checking that you did in fact send it to the wrong person. Shit. “You didn’t answer my question, are you trying to tell me something?” Marcus persisted. “Like what?” you questioned, trying to wriggle free of the question. You really didn’t want to answer. The only reason you were hooking up with Max was because you couldn’t have Marcus, which was shitty towards Max but he knew what he had signed up for. 

“Are you sleeping with Lando?” Marcus asked, closing his eyes for a brief second, like he couldn’t stand the question. You stared at him, “Marcus, I have met Lando twice. And he has a girlfriend?”. “Then why do you have a Quadrant hoodie?” as he asked the question, recognition dawned on his face. “How long?”. The tone of his voice made it clear that he was in no mood for you to lie. “Emh, two months maybe?” you answered, looking down at your feet. It wasn’t like you had done anything wrong, but you still felt the guilt filling you. “Right,” his voice was cold as ice, “I’m leaving. See you after Spa.”. Before you could answer him, he was gone, the front door shutting behind him. An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach. There was no doubt that Marcus was angry, but what he was angry about you had no idea.

Over the next few days you couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that Marcus was genuinely upset with you. He usually texted you updates on how he was feeling and how the different sessions of the weekend had gone, but it had been radio silence from him since he left for Spa.

Drugo: Do you have any idea why Marcus is acting like the whole world is resting on his shoulders? I know there must be more to it than him having a bad race.

You stared blankly at the text for a few moments. Felipe normally called you whenever he needed something, not much of a texter, which meant that he was in a setting where he wanted an answer now, but couldn’t call.

You: Emh, maybe?

Drugo: Well, spit it out.

You: I may accidentally have sent him a picture that was not meant for him right before he left

Drugo: Right.

You: And I might just have been wearing someone's hoodie and underwear?

You were good friends with Felipe, so it wasn’t like he wouldn’t hear this story at some point either way. 

Drugo: Please tell me it was Marcus’ hoodie, and he’s just acting like this because he misses you.

You: Did you not catch the part where the picture was not meant for him? And what are you talking about?

Drugo: Are you dating someone?

You: This feels like an interrogation

Drugo: Y/N.

You: No, I am not dating someone. It’s just casual sex. 

Drugo: Who is it?

You: Max.

Drugo: God, you can both be so stupid sometimes.

You: What?

You stared at your phone for a good 10 minutes without a response from Felipe. You feared they might have boarded their flights home before you could get an answer. What was he talking about? Both who? You and Max, or you and Marcus? You almost launched yourself off the sofa as your phone vibrated on the coffee table. 

M💚: Right so, I don’t really know how to tell you this so I’m just gonna say it. When we started hooking up I knew you did it to get over Marcus, but what I didn’t tell you is that I also knew that Marcus had a thing for you. I know I should have told you, and I am sorry I didn’t. I just wanted you for myself, even when I knew that you and Marcus both liked each other. I am really sorry. I hope you two figure things out, and that we can still be friends.

You felt like you had been hit over the head with a saucepan. Was this some sort of alternate universe? Even if you wanted to be angry with Max for withholding this information, it wasn’t really his to share, so you couldn’t find it in you to be mad. However, this information opened a whole can of worms. Marcus had a thing for you? For how long? Did he still have a thing for you? Was this why he was so mad?

Deciding to take a leap of faith, you got up from the couch and went to Marcus’ room. You found one of his HiTech t-shirts laying on the bed, clearly worn but not dirty. Shedding your own clothes, you pulled it on and got onto his bed. The smell of him lingered in the sheets, and you felt a pang of longing surging through you. Snapping a picture of yourself, you made sure it was clear where you were and what you were wearing before sending it to Marcus. And then you waited.

“You know, there are easier ways for you to get my attention.” Marcus’ voice roused you from the nap you apparently decided to take. When had you fallen asleep? “Marcus?” you asked, slowly blinking your eyes open and sitting up against the headboard. He was standing beside the bed, looking amused. “Is there a reason you are halfnaked in my bed?” he asked, a teasing tone to his voice. “I think you know” you answered, blushing as you looked away from him. The bed dipped as he sat down, a soft hand on your cheek, turning your face back to look at him.

“I need you to tell me all of it, and then I will tell you everything.” he said, looking straight into your eyes. You didn’t hesitate, this was your only chance to get things off your chest. “I’ve had a crush on you pretty much since we met, but it didn’t seem like you were interested. And it’d been so long since someone had touched me and shown me any kind of interest, so when Max offered a casual hookup I thought why not,” you took a breath, “he knew from the beginning that I liked you, so he knew it was never more than sex.”. It was impossible to read Marcus’ face, but you could see some sort of emotion swirling in his eyes.

“The first time I saw you in the paddock, I told Clem that you were my future,” he started. You could feel tears prickling behind your eyes, “It was a running joke between Clem, Max and Felipe because it took me so long to have the courage to talk to you. I think the whole grid knew about my crush on you. And then rumors started that you were taking a sabbatical from motorsports, and I couldn’t let you leave without knowing you. So I took a chance, and obviously my flirting needs work, because I thought I had been obvious with my intentions for years.” he took a deep breath, and you could feel the tears running down your face. 

“I thought I was making progress when you moved in here, you loosened up somewhat. Then you sent me that picture, and I could actually feel my heart shatter in my chest. What bugged me the most was that I hadn’t noticed?” He looked a little uncertain. “We agreed to keep it on the down low,” you said, voice thick with emotion. Marcus nodded. “Anyways, it doesn’t really matter now. Felipe told me to get my head out of my ass, then he sent a very furious text to Max. And I didn’t even know he knew how to text.” you let out a little laugh through your tears. “But you are here, in my bed, and in my t-shirt so I guess that means that you do feel the same.” he said, looking from his hands to your face. 

Instead of answering, you surged forward and pressed your lips to his. Marcus’ hands immediately reached for you, holding you close to him as he kissed you back. Breaking the kiss to catch you breath, you said “we are both so stupid.”. Marcus let out a laugh at that. “Stupid in love?” he asked, a smile on his lips. “Obviously.” you answered, “Who knew you were the jealous type?”. He pulled back a little, leveling you with a look that was wholly unamused. “You have not seen jealous yet.” he said, kissing you with a newfound determination. It felt like your entire body was set on fire as his hands roamed over your body. 

“I’m gonna show you what you’ve been missing,” he breathed, peppering kisses down your neck. “Less talking, more kissing” you said, pulling him back up to your lips by his hair. The groan he let out sendt a surge of electricity through you. “As good as you look in my t-shirt, I think I’d like to claim you in other ways,” Marcus said as he pulled back once again, grabbing the hem of the shirt you were wearing, slowly peeling it off you. Another groan left him as he fixed his eyes on you, now only sat in your knickers in his bed. “You are wearing too many clothes,” you said, pulling at his hoodie. The speed in which he got rid of his clothes was probably some sort of record. 

Marcus grabbed hold of your ankles, yanking you down the bed so you were flat on your back. The next second he was crawling up the bed, slotting himself between your legs as he claimed your lips again. You would never grow tired of the feeling of his lips against yours. Slowly grinding against you, your frustration with the last two pieces of clothes remaining grew. “Marcus please.” you whined, finding it hard to put together a coherent sentence. “What do you want, baby?” he asked, grinding his hips harder against yours. “I need you to touch me, please,” you weren’t normally one for begging, but it seemed like your brain was not working. 

Sliding his hand towards the apex of your thighs, he let his thumb ghost over your clit. Your hips seemed to have a mind of their own, chasing the friction his hand and his hips were creating. Taking pity on you, he moved enough to get both your underwear off as he moved down the bed. Before you could react, his tongue swiped at your slit, flicking over your clit. A loud moan left you, hands taking purchase in his hair. Going at it like a man starved, it didn’t take long before you were on edge, just missing that last push. Seeming to read your mind, he pushed two fingers into you, curling them just right. “Fuck, Marcus, please,” your voice sounded high pitched and breathy. A chant of his name left you as he pushed you over the edge.

As you came down, you could feel Marcus searching for something in his bedside table. When he suddenly froze, you opened your eyes. “What’s wrong?” you asked, feeling slightly on edge with how rigid he was. “Emh, this is sort of embarrassing.” he said, not really looking at you. “Marcus, what is it?” you asked again, leaning up on your elbows. “My condoms are expired.” he said, a bright blush spreading over his cheeks. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. “Why are your condoms expired?” you asked, a smile obvious in your voice. Dropping his head on your chest, he mumbled a response to your boobs. “Sorry, didn’t quite catch that,” you said with a laugh. “I said, it’s been a while since I slept with someone.” he answered, still not looking at you.

Cupping his cheek, you turned his face to look at you. “We don’t need one. I am on the pill, and I have never slept with anyone without a condom before,” you said, trying to soothe him, “but if you really want to use one, I have some in my bedroom.”. His face went from fond at the first part of your sentence, to annoyed at the last part. “You’re willing to let me fuck you without a condom, but noone else?” he said, suddenly looking smug. The rate his emotions changed was giving you whiplash. “Yes?” it came out as more of a question than it was meant to. “So what you are saying is that I am better than anyone else?” The smug look on his face made you want to take back everything you had said. 

“Do you want to fuck me or not? Cuz I have a hookup on speed dial that can get me off.” you said in an attempt of wiping the look off his face. It worked. “Let me tell you something baby,” he said in that low voice you loved so much, “nobody will ever be able to make you feel the way I do.”. He was back between your legs before you had a chance to wrap your head around what he had just said. “Nobody will ever fuck you the way I can,” he continued, pushing inside you without a warning. There were no words to describe the way he was filling you. An obscene moan left you, nails digging into his back as he started moving. 

As he pushed one of your knees to your chest, and angled his hips in the perfect way, he kept hitting that sweet, sweet spot inside you with every thrust. “You think Max can fuck you like this?” he whispered in your ear. “No,” you moaned back. “What was that?” he asked, more power in his hips at the next thrust. “No Marcus, nobody can fuck me like you do. Please” you said, on the edge of oblivion. “I can feel you pulsating around me baby,” he groaned, “come for me.”.  That was all it took for the tight band in your abdomen to snap. “Fuck,” Marcus moaned as you came, following you over the edge.

“Your bedroom is officially the office,” Marcus said as he rolled off you, pulling you onto his chest. “Oh really?” you asked, clearly amused. “Yes. We have wasted too much time.” he stated as a matter-of-factly. With his hand drawing random patterns and the feeling of bliss surrounding you, you fell into a peaceful sleep, wrapped up in the man you loved.

#marcus armstrong fic #marcus armstrong smut #marucs armstrong imagine #marcus armstrong #formula 2 #f2 #f2 smut #f2 fic #f2 imagine #f1 smut #f1 fanfic #marcus armstrong x reader #marcus armstrong x y/n

[mountymase]

‘TIS THE DAMN SEASON - CP

SUMMARY: you return home for Christmas and, at a high school reunion party, you and Christian Pulisic meet again for the first time since your relationship ended when you left to pursue your dreams. He called you ‘babe’ for the weekend.

TW: this is pure angst, if you can’t deal with angst just… don’t. There’s a slight mention of smut, and alcohol.

AN: I highly recommend you to read this while listening to this song. Keep in mind that this is a work of fiction, will you? I, unfortunately, don’t know Christian and we’re not related whatsoever. Hope you like my Christmas contribution and please, let me know if you’d be up for Part 2.

You lost track of how much time you spent outside while loud giggles and chattering filled the house — everyone was reminiscing the old school days, hugging way too much and telling how much they missed being together. You missed it too, but nostalgia was nearly suffocating so you went for what it’d numb your feelings even for a few minutes. The cold. It was numbing the tip of your fingers too, and the whisky burning down your throat gave you the false feeling of comfort and warmth. 

When you got a WhatsApp message from one of your best friends from high school, your chest clenched a little. It was so much easier burying the past where it belonged, even if it meant not having any sort of contact with people you loved the most. It hurt less. But you’d be home for Christmas for the first time in years, with your mum not being able to travel due to recent surgery. That was enough for Claire to nearly force you to go to a Christmas high school reunion. Seeing them meant you’d see him everywhere even if the odds of Christian not going were too high, but he’d be there in every conversation and memories brought back. So within minutes of proving your point, after you arrived at the party, it became too much and now you found yourself in the garden, not minding the cold at first.

Plunged deep in your thoughts, memories of the past haunting you as you watched the trees moving softly with the wind, you didn’t even notice you weren’t alone anymore.

“How long have you been out here?” His voice was cold, distant, almost harsh. Like a ghost. Was he, a ghost? Of the happiest days of your life, definitely… the intensity of his presence was the perfect yet painful balance of heaven and hell. 

If I wanted to know who you were hanging with

While I was gone I would have asked you

It's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass

But I felt it when I passed you

There's an ache in you put there by the ache in me

But if it's all the same to you

It's the same to me

When you slowly turned on your heels, Christian had a soft smile curling the sides of his lips. Seeing those caramel eyes after years was all you needed to feel you were definitely home. “It’s really you.” You mumbled, watching him nod. “Good to see you, Chris.” Your fingers tightened around your nearly empty glass. He was so close to you, but it still felt like you were thousands of miles apart as it’s been for years since you left to chase your dreams.

The ironic part of it was that your dreams were across the ocean, in New York, more specifically, at The School of American Ballet. While his were in Europe. 

“I’ve been following you lately, and everything you’ve achieved since… you left.” He left too, not long after you. But what he had just admitted caught you off guard. Christian had been following you and the things you’ve been doing, the tours with SAB, interviews, everything. He wasn’t sure why he felt like admitting it, when your absence hurt him just as much, but he felt the need to know if you leaving him was worth it. 

Christian wasn’t sure, at first, if he should go back to Germany for the weekend. His family wouldn’t be able to make it for Christmas and although all of his teammates invited him, doing something different for once felt only right. So there he was, back to where he had a few of the happiest days of his life. Where he found love. The love of his life.

Seeing you again after so many years made Christian feel anxious, happy, confused. You looked stunning as always but there was something different, he knew you so well but at the same time you were both strangers now. 

It was so hard finding an answer to what he said, because truth was you never Googled him. Not once, because just thinking of him hurt too much. What if he had someone new, and better, who’d stay with him while he made his way to the top? God, all he had to do back then was ask for you to stay, but Christian could never because he couldn’t do that to you. He couldn’t stop you from chasing your dreams and make you watch him. He’d never forgive himself. “I-I think I should go back inside.” 

Before you could take more than three steps, Christian grabbed your wrist and guided you through the garden. “And I think we should leave.”

So we could call it even

You could call me babe for the weekend

'Tis the damn season, write this down

I'm stayin' at my parents' house

And the road not taken looks real good now

And it always leads to you in my hometown

It felt so right, leaving to wherever he was taking you. He still was the person you could trust your life with. The end of your relationship was something you both agreed it’d be for the better, but falling into old habits and desires of enjoying each other’s company and reliving your better days together felt so right. For a moment, watching him drive, you pretended things ended differently and you were still together, visiting your old friends and escaping to any place you’d be able to be all alone, just the two of you and all of your clothes spread on the floor because you just couldn’t get your hands off each other’s body. 

Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires

Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out

We could just ride around

And the road not taken looks real good now

And it always leads to you in my hometown

Eyes burned with tears that you’ve been holding since your naked body fell on his. Christian breathed you in, a desperate need to capture every detail of your perfume. The tip of his soft fingers touched your back, drawing imaginary circles. “I’ve missed you so fucking much.” A sigh parted his lips when he heard you whispering the words he’s been longing to hear. 

Sleep in half the day just for old times' sake

I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay

So I'll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends

Who'll write books about me, if I ever make it

And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm fakin'

And the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own

“I’ve missed you too, babe.” Christian held you so tight against his body you could swear you’d melt onto him. His strong arms now protectively wrapped around your body, soft lips pressed against your forehead. “I’ve missed you so much that I often thought I wouldn’t be able to make it, but then I’d see pictures of you… of you dancing, doing what you love the most and-“ Christian gulped when an almost silent sob left your lips, but he had to say it. “I was proud of you, so proud of my girl.”

That’s how he’d always see you, as his girl. And Christian would always be your safe haven. “I would’ve stayed, you know.” You admitted, and for a few minutes all you could hear was his heavy breathing. He finally cupped your face, staring you so deep you’d swear he was looking right through your soul. “Ask me and I’ll go, with you.”

Christian shook his head. “I’d never forgive myself for ruining things for you, Y/N, for destroying your dreams. I know you’d end up hating me for it.” Would you?

He had been your dream, all this time. And you wanted him to be your reality again, but Christian was so stubborn he couldn’t just accept that home would be wherever you were as long as he was with you. 

As long as you didn’t have to say goodbye again, as you did the next day.

To leave the warmest bed I've ever known

We could call it even

Even though I'm leavin'

And I'll be yours for the weekend

'Tis the damn season

You felt empty again, and this time it hurt way more than the first time, because you knew he still loved you maybe way more than he did when you were just two teenagers with so many dreams and hopes. You missed the sound of his laugh, the way he kissed you so many times over the weekend, how he focused so much on every little thing you did and smiled when you caught him staring. How he made you his again, making you moan and cry out his name over and over.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so sad, Y/N…” Claire’s voice brought you back from your thoughts. Sad wasn’t the word. You felt completely destroyed, like your world had crumbled. You felt lost. 

For the first time, you checked the latest news on him, followed him on Instagram and you felt nothing but pride. In the end, you leaving had been great for him too. The Champions League, the World Cup, a comfortable life that provided nothing but the best for his family — which they deserved so much.

Digging a bit more, but also without much effort, you found out that Chelsea would be playing on the 27th.

“Claire?” 

“Yes?” She raised an eyebrow, curious to know what would be your next words.

Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out

We could just ride around

And the road not taken looks real good now

And it always leads to you in my hometown

Those tears you’d been holding back during the weekend finally rolled down your cheeks, reaching your lips, that flashed a smile full of hope. “Do you think I could make it to Stamford Bridge tomorrow in time for the match?”

#christian pulisic #christian pulisic fanfic #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic blurb #christian pulisic x reader

[lestappenforever]

Ride The Bull (Giddy Up, Partner)

Lestappen | Smut, PWP | 5K | Collab Oneshot

SURPRISE!

So, this started at 11:30 a.m. because of this, progressed into a non-serious WhatsApp conversation of more or less four sentences, and ended at 17:30 p.m. in this fic.

Neither Ilse (@f1writingbyme) nor myself were planning on writing, let alone post, something this week, but whenever we obsess about something together, it always ends with us writing.

We hope you'll enjoy our second fic collab just as much as we enjoyed writing it!

Read on AO3 here.

Summary: The Austin Grand Prix does something to Charles.

It isn’t the grandeur of the United States of America or, specifically, Texas. It isn’t the over-the-top entertainment that takes place all around the track, the paddock and even in the team’s garages. It isn’t the presence of the many, many celebrities and influencers that crowd every free space possible. And it isn’t even the bright colors that paint the track in the Texas flag or the smothering sun that’s burning the back of his neck.

No, it’s none of those things.

It’s a damn cowboy hat.

OR: Max wears a cowboy hat. Charles struggles to cope.

#Lestappen #Lestappen fic #Lestappen collab fic #f1writingbyme #Max Verstappen/Charles Leclerc #Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen #My writing #Ilse and Mona write together #Ilse's neverending adoration tag

[bullet-prooflove]

“you’ve been on my mind all day, i missed you” could I suggest this prompt for Connor? Either smut or not whatever takes your fancy ❤️

"You've been on my mind all day." Connor says through needy kisses, his firm body entangling with yours. "I've missed you."

You've barely made it through the apartment door before your bag clatters to the floor, spilling out the contents. You don't care, nothing is more important than the feel of his man against you.

His tongue is in your mouth, heated and filled with unspoken promises. His clever fingertips delve underneath your shirt, tracing over your silhouette as he traps you between his body and the wall.

"It's been too long baby." He whispers into your ear. "I need you."

Those words are like an aphrodisiac, igniting every single nerve in your body. You've only been away three days, keeping in touch via WhatsApp. You've forgotten how touch starved Connor is, how much he craves intimacy and affection.

He nuzzles your neck, his dark stubble rubbing across the line of your jaw and fuck you forgot how good it feels. His knee jams your legs apart and you feel the heat pooling between your legs.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good you'll never leave again." He tells you as you arch against his thigh. His hands are on yours guiding them upwards above your head. He holds them in place with one hand, pinning you before his free one delves underneath the elastic of your leggings and panties. He moans when his fingers graze your molten core, coating the tips of with your wetness.

"So fucking wet for me already." He whispers before placing his fingers between his lips and sucking the taste of you off them. "So fucking sweet."

"Connor..." You murmur, looking into his brilliant blue eyes. "Take me to bed."

#connor rhodes smut #connor rhodes x reader #connor rhodes #chicago med imagine #chicago med

[quailfence]

Copy-pasting this post by @/somnolent-scout @yaytheprofessor and @landscaping-your-mind because OP has turned reblogs off

somnolment-scout

What's happening to AO3 right now?

As you may have noticed already, Archive of Our Own is currently down. This is temporary, but unfortunately.. we now know that this is much deeper than we thought.

AO3 is currently the victim of a DDOS attack orchestrated by "Anonymous Sudan"

[Image description: two images.

First image is a post from Anonymous Sudan, translated to read:

❗️The reason of our attack is simple: It's part of our campaign targeting companies registered in the United States. The operators of this site is "Organization for Transformative Works (OTW)" who are registered in the United States. In addition to that, we are against all forms of degeneracy and the site is full of disgusting smuts and other LGBTQ+ and NSFW things. We bring you the good news that we will continue attacking for hours on end.

The second image are two Whatsapp messages in the group Anonymous Sudan. The UI is in the cryllic alphabet. The first message is the same as the first image. The new message reads:

The attack will continue for another 5 - 24 hours. End description.]

Why? Because AO3 is home to thousands of LGBTQIA+ content and lots of NSFW content. They're doing this as an Anti-LGBTQ+ attack. If they're doing this for or from America specifically, we're not sure. But this is what AO3 is facing at this time.

What can we do?

Spread the word. Spread the fucking word. I'll be providing updates to my Tumblr page directly from the r/AO3 subreddit. I know that not everyone here is comfortable using Reddit, so I'm taking the blow for you. I cannot access Twitter though.

And please, whatever you do...

Stop using the Archive of Our Own website at this time.

The moderators, showrunners, and service providers all need to repair the damage done by this group. The amount of data flooding in from people trying to log in will cause more problems. Keep yourselves off of the website.

YayTheProfessor

[Image description: a Twitter thread from AO3 Status (@/AO3_Status). It reads:

The Archive is experiencing some issues (as many of you have noticed). We’re looking into it, please stand by!

We apologize for any distress caused, and we’ll do our best to be back soon! As we’re running on volunteer power, we can’t always act on server hiccups as quickly as we’d like. Thank you for your patience! 🫶

Very sorry we can’t give you your fanwork fix right now, or a time estimate for when AO3 will be back. Welcome to all our new followers, and sorry we had to meet like this. 😬 Please stick around for the happier updates! 🌸

It looks like the Archive is under a DDoS attack causing the servers to fall over. Our volunteer sysadmins are working on countermeasures. Please be patient with us, we’ll be back!

A DDOS attack is when an attacker attempts to knock a site offline by overwhelming it with requests: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Denial-of-service_attack. Data is not compromised in a DDOS attack, so there is no need to change your password at this time.

A group presenting themselves as a collective of religiously and politically motivated hackers has claimed responsibility for the attack. Experts do not believe they are honest about their motivation, so we urge caution in believing any reasoning they provide for targeting A03.

landscaping-your-mind

Essentially:

The AO3 is a victim of a DDoS attack by a group called Anonymous Sudan, reportedly for hosting LGBT and NSFW content, however this is not confirmed and their reasoning is doubted.

A DDoS attack attempts to overload a system with a lot of requests, stopping actual requests from getting through.

This does not compromise any data, so changing passwords is not advised/necessary.

It is unknown when the AO3 will come back online.

Do not attempt to access the AO3 at this time.

@a-captions-blog

#described #ao3 #archive of our own #fandom

[f1writingbyme]

Ride The Bull (Giddy Up, Partner)

Lestappen | Smut, PWP | 5K | Collab Oneshot

SURPRISE!

So, this started at 11:30 a.m. because of this, progressed into a non-serious WhatsApp conversation of more or less four sentences, and ended at 17:30 p.m. in this fic.

Neither Mona (@lestappenforever) nor myself were planning on writing, let alone post, something this week, but whenever we obsess about something together, it always ends with us writing.

We hope you'll enjoy our second fic collab just as much as we enjoyed writing it!

Read on AO3 here.

Summary: The Austin Grand Prix does something to Charles.

It isn’t the grandeur of the United States of America or, specifically, Texas. It isn’t the over-the-top entertainment that takes place all around the track, the paddock and even in the team’s garages. It isn’t the presence of the many, many celebrities and influencers that crowd every free space possible. And it isn’t even the bright colors that paint the track in the Texas flag or the smothering sun that’s burning the back of his neck.

No, it’s none of those things.

It’s a damn cowboy hat.

---

OR: Max wears a cowboy hat. Charles struggles to cope.

#max verstappen/charles leclerc #charles leclerc/max verstappen #lestappen fic #lestappen fic collab #Mona and Ilse write together #my adoration for mona is endless tag #lestappenforever

[rmd-writes]

✿ did anything major change when you started writing Unprofessional Services to when you finished? please Rae 💗

thanks for the ask, D!

I don't think @welcometololaland and I changed anything major after we started writing (Un)professional Services other than to add more scenes (including more smut) and make it longer 😂 We'd mapped the entire plot of the fic out over several hours of unhinged whatsapp messages and voice notes one weekend and we never altered the actual plot, just expanded on it to add chaos lol

[fic ask game]

#fic ask game

[h-a-unted]

name: Kuroki

pronouns: any pronouns!

preference of communication: Discord or WhatsApp

most active muse: Travis and Emma, I've literally been really active around here (or as active as I can be which is not much) and left my other muses on very low activity, for now. Though, aside from them I've been trying to tend to mostly Meteor and my OC Popshi, both mainly from FF14. Which reminds me that I did make a Qu.arry verse for Popshi hehe, never got to use it, though.

experience / how many years: Experience in RP... I honestly have no idea, since 3rd grade? Don't know how many years that is but it's... a lot. Experience here on Tumblr was like around 2017 I think.

platforms you use: Right now; Tumblr, Discord (but I tend to be real bad at keeping up RPs there), and Facebook (very-mega low activity).

best experience: In this blog it's honestly having people to interact with. I've had the chance to bring Travis to life, even, something I thought would barely happen and develop the ships I want as well as friendships I never thought my muses would have. Emma has grown even more on me and I wish to see the different nuances of her we couldn't see much in-game. My big highlights have been meeting: @foghidden before New Years came over and how quickly we clicked! I've been having a blast writing and just talking with you. I want you to know you're real special to me already and I hope you're having as much fun as I am! You're an amazing writer and your muses are amazing! It always feels like you understand your characters so well, as if you either relate to their experiences or have studied them well. You're also very inviting when we talk and so considerate, I love talking to you a lot and hope we can share more! @quarryhag You and your Dylan were one of the first interactions I had and honestly, I can't be any more grateful. It's been so amazing, I never thought I'd find a bestie for Emma, but I'm glad I did. You evoke Dylan in your writing so perfectly, it feels like I'm actually interacting with him. Hopefully, I also meet expectations because you're giving me amazing interactions both with Emma and Travis. Talking to you about our plot ideas or random videos we find and all that is really fun! Hopefully we can keep it up this year! @v4mpier You and all your OCs and muses in general! I was super psyched that you gave me the time of day. You're so dedicated to your muses, I'm glad I can be part of them and watch them grow! I'm so excited to see what you develop along the way. Let's keep it up, I'm looking forward to more interactions and to see you develop your characters with me and with others, too! I'm rooting for you! In conclusion: You're all amazing and I hope I can make our interactions justice as you do 'cause I adore you all. In general, being in this blog has been tons of fun and I hope we develop even more together. I'm also hoping to interact with more of my followers, so please feel free to approach, I'd be so happy if you did! If you ever falter, just know that I ALWAYS am up for talking/interacting, so do it!

rp pet peeves: When people try to patrol what others like or rp, when people don't want to interact due to different perspectives that wouldn't matter in rp/writing (I respect it but I don't like it), really rigid rules, when people refuse to give others a chance to rp, etc. I'm just really chill in general, I want to write with others and have a good time. I don't mind boundaries set, as long as you're not rude about it and allow for me to be free with my other partners. Live and let live. If I bother you, block (or soft block, so I don't accidentally post at you), don't try to make drama out of it. I just hate how rigid things have become around here with most people, wish others were as open as before because this only makes people (it's me, I'm people) fear to approach and have more interactions when this is supposed to be simply a hobby for fun.

fluff,   angst,   or smut: Fluff or angst are my JAM! I'm really bad at smut so I don't include it, but I don't mind it as much if the other person doesn't mind me being mediocre at writing it lmao. Fluff and angst are just... chef's kiss, though! It's so nice for character development and I live for it and just interactions in general!

plots or memes: Both! I like random memes because I'm bad at plotting, but I don't mind trying my best if you prefer to plot, it's quite fun!

long or short replies: The reply that vibes with the moment as long as it allows me to continue with another reply or so!

best time to write: All day, every day!

are you like your muses: I, initially had written that I am NOT AT ALL like Emma or Travis, so I asked about my traits and... I do have the same coping or reactionary mechanism as Emma when in face of dire/scary situations. I tend to be the token Mellow Fellow that remains outwardly "calm" despite being frightened and the one that tries to cheer others up with silly or cheery behavior. When it comes to traits I share with Travis, I seem to not be honest with my feelings and try to force myself to be mentally stronger and more detached just because I know I should be to keep myself protected. There's also a self-sacrificing factor in him that is a little hard to pinpoint, but it's still the same type I convey, I suppose. There may be some more but, I don't know of any other traits, at least not at the top of my head. This is one of the reasons why I wanted to develop them and see how it went for me (aside from growing really fond of the two). I WISH I had some of their good attributes, so to speak. I don't think I am like my muses in general, and maybe that's why I'm drawn to them. But, surely, I put pieces of me on my portrayal of them, so maybe lookout for those, if you can find out which are which! tagged by: @quarryhag (thank you omg this was so good!) tagging: @foghidden @v4mpier @blccdycigxrettes @hrrorstrie @ghospoke @mkoshi and anyone else I missed! If you see this, consider yourself tagged! (And feel free to tag me!)

#➹ out of curses ✼ (ooc) #I'm super bad at spotting my traits on these two damn that was so hard to write #but I hope this helps getting to know me better!

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1. When did you start writing? How?

Oh, you're right, the new followers don't know the story!

Okay, this is what happened:

I started watching Soy Luna in 2018, right before the last season started airing. When the season started, the fandom was very active on Twitter and here on Tumblr, so we would always comment on the episodes. I made some friends back then with whom we talked about the show (and mostly Simbar) and we made a Whatsapp Group exclusively to talk about it. It was in that group that the idea for "What If", my first fic, was born.

I don't remember the details (it's been 5 years after all) but I think we were all just frustrated that Simón had to find the handkerchief that day at Ámbar's place when they'd only been happy for like one episode. And there was probably a mention of what could've happened between them if he didn't, and I kinda got the idea of a 'Netflix n Chill' date (because Netflix n Chill memes were all over the place back then) and so I wrote the first chapter of What If, which was supposed to be a oneshot, except I was too embarrassed to write smut back then, so they only made out slkdjnf.

Now, like I said, the fandom was very active back then, but there weren't many fics, or at least, not in English, especially on Tumblr. So people really liked my oneshot and they asked for more because they were content starved basically. I thought about it, and since my brain has zero chill, it came up with ideas for 3 more chapters immediately. The rest just kinda flowed out eventually.

At the same time as I was writing that, the WhatsApp group still existed, and my friends started teasing me about how I always made someone interrupt Simbar before they got down to business 😂😂 Which, fair, I've been known to do that. The thing is, they said I probably couldn't write them doing it, and I decided to prove them wrong. I don't remember if the 'One more night' song was mentioned by me on the group or if someone else said it reminded them of Simbar, but long story short, that was the inspiration for another oneshot, and my first smut. That opened the doors to that genre in my writing, which, if you read me nowadays, it's everywhere 😂😂😂 I went from embarrassed to making them bang in different positions; that's just the cycle of life I guess🤷🏻‍♀️😂😂

Aaand that would be it, basically. As the episodes aired, I had so much Simbar material that my brain was overfilled with ideas and I kept writing more and more oneshots. People were very nice to me, encouraging me to write more, which I'm very grateful for, and five years later, here I am 💙

Thank you so much for the ask! ♡ It was fun to relive these old memories again ^^

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