#my prada bag came

[totalswag]

pairs love - DREW STARKEY

authors not since drew is in pairs at the fashion shows i thought why not write something cute and adorable. like can we talk about how freaking good he looked walking around ugh. the poll is officially over and the rafe series won! ima start working on the master list and have it up.

summary you come out to visit your boyfriend in pairs during fashion week.

warnings kissing in front of the Eiffel Tower

Drew was invited to two fashion shows in Paris: menswear for Prada and Loewe menswear. He left three days ago, while you stayed at home to put the finishing touches on your flower garden.

You couldn't be more proud of your boyfriend with all the success he's gained over the past couple years. He truly deserves this. Getting the recognition he deserves.

Last night, you landed in Pairs, drained from hours on the plane and eager to shower and sleep on a bed. It felt good seeing Drew and being in his arms. Although it was three days without each other, you always miss his presence.

Drew had the day off, so he planned to take you out to dinner, walk around, shopping, and visit the Eiffel Tower. He advised you to get enough rest early so you have enough rest to explore the Pairs at night.

During dinner, Drew spoke about what the shows were like and meeting celebs he's seen in movies or other people for the first time. It was really cool hearing what he had to say.

You were quite excited to visit the Eiffel Tower. You've always wanted to see it in person someday. Your inner child was jumping up and down inside.

"That restaurant was so delicious; I can see why you enjoy it so much," you tell Drew, tucking your hands into your coat to keep them warm from the cold.

"I'm glad to hear that you liked it baby," He smiles, tilts his head to the side, and blushes.

You chuckle as you playfully nudge his arm. He pretends to fall on his side, with a dramatic expression on his face.

"You are such a dork," you laugh.

"Your favorite dork, dork," he responds in a playful tone, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you continue walking down the sidewalk.

Drew and you went inside a few stores that caught your eye; you might've bought a few things. Drew watched you in awe as you showed him different clothing throughout the store.

"What do you think about this one?" You inquired Drew, holding two clothes that piqued your interest.

Drew hurriedly glances aside from the apparel rack he was browsing. His brows furrow as he casts a stern stare with his pointer finger on his chin.

"I think both will look great on you, but I'd go with this one because it draws your eyes out," he says casually, sweeping his arm toward the shirt you first showed him.

"You are too sweet, you know that" you reply as you turn around, putting back the other clothing item.

He loves seeing you happy. He knew how much you've always wanted to visit Pairs and thought this was the best time to go.

"Thank you for the stuff, baby," you grin, gripping his hand and lifting the bag with your other hand.

When you went out of the last store, you heard people heading in your direction, fans. They walked forward with grins on their faces, carrying items for him to sign and their phones for photos.

When one fan spotted you were with him, she screamed your name out in delight, and the rest followed after. You put your free hand over your heart with a pout before beaming at the little fans.

We love you Drew

This is the best day of my life

I can't believe he's in front of me

He's so beautiful in person

Drew started taking pictures with the fans; giving them hugs, making videos for fans that couldn't make it, signed a few things, and had conversations.

Fans also came up to as well. They were all so sweet and caring. One fan came up to you with tears forming in her eyes, you opened your arms to welcome her.

You are so sweet, Y/N

You are so gorgeous

Can't believe you are here too

I love your relationship with Drew

When word spread that Drew was in a relationship, all of the fans went crazy, searching for who this mystery girl was. You were apprehensive about how the fans might react.

You eventually posted a TikTok video with your best friend, Madelyn Cline, and Drew happened to be in the background; people then connected the dots. In the end, they loved and admired you.

Being in a relationship with someone in the public spotlight offers advantages and disadvantages, but you wouldn't alter it for anything, especially if you love them.

"Don't cry now love," you tell her softly, "what's your name?" She tells you her name and goes on to explain how much she loves you and your content you post.

"That's so sweet of you, thank you."

You spent ten minutes with the girls until it was ready to go look at the Eiffel Tower.

The Eiffel Tower was everything you've dreamed of. Seeing it in person was one of the best feelings in the world. So many emotions were going through your body.

You got out your phone to capture some photos and videos to share later tomorrow. Drew snapped a photo of you with his digital camera, capturing the tower, and he couldn't help but smile.

He carefully put his arms around your waist, drawing you into his front, chin on top of your head, rocking you side to side slowly and silently while savoring the moment.

"This has been one of the greatest days of my entire life. Being here with you in your arms in Pairs. I just want to say thank your for bringing me out here and experiencing this."

You feel your body relax in his touch, allowing a sigh to escape your lips, your head to strike his chest, and giving him the opportunity to kiss you.

You two don't give a damn whether anyone witnesses you kissing at this point. Right now, just the two of you matter because you are in love. And you are in Pairs.

"I had to bring you out here with me, of course, sweetheart. You keep me warm, too, and I love holding you in my arms. However, when you consider it, this is our first trip to Europe as a couple” he says.

You move your body around so that your chests are against one another. In return, you up on your small toes and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him all over his face.

I love you.

I love you more.

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today is your day, girl. ♡

!plugconnie x reader (blk reader in mind.)

Today was a special day, your birthday. You wiped the drool from your lower lip as you woke up nice and early. you have been a little sad because you haven’t gotten to spend any time with your boyfriend, connie. you open your phone to thousands of “happy birthdays” and people posting about you. suddenly you heard a ding. it could only be one person. the one person you let come through your dnd. “open the door”.

a smile claimed your face as you got up. you put on your slippers and robe before going to your door. the first thing you see is pink balloons, flowers, and a hella fine connie. he was wearing a black basic polo tee with some sweats. it was early morning so it made sense for the casual fit yet his arm tats was definitely turning you on (but you ain’t sayin nun) you look down n see all these bags. victoria secret, pandora, dior, prada EVERYTHING. this man really know how to make you happy. “connie!! oh my god!!” you help him bring the bags in and shut the door behind you. he came up to you and gave you a long and deep kiss.

“fuck i missed you ma” he waited a few seconds before speaking again. “happy birthday.” you didn’t know what to say. nobody has ever treated you like this. your body decided to react by itself as you teared up and pulled connie into a hug. after a few minutes you sucked it up (no not him…yet..) and sat down, beginning to open your gifts one by one. “thank you so much con”. you were so into the gifts you didn’t notice him pull out two stacks. handing it to you. “all for you mama” you took the money and sat it down on the table. “no you did not—cmere im bout to suck the soul outta you.” you both laugh as you start putting your stuff back up. “n get dressed im taking you out.”

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[sl0t4matt]

m. guiu bf! head canons (requested)

❀ he‘s crazy about you.

❀ his friends like to tease him about how obsessed he is with you but he doesn’t care. how could he not? in his eyes you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on. outside and inside.

❀ he doesn’t want to spend his time with anyone that isn’t you.

❀ “marc! we’re gonna go out to eat with the team. you know, to celebrate tonight’s win.”

❀ “i’m okay, my girl is waiting for me.” he would say.

❀ you on the other hand like to also go out with your friends, since you never want to be that person, that does nothing with her friends anymore just because she’s dating someone.

❀ marc understands and waits in your bed for you, or calls hector out, since he’s always pissed marc completely neglects him when you’re around him.

❀ he just can’t help it. he’s head over heels for you. you got him charmed.

❀ you always send thirsty edits of him to him on tiktok.

❀ “fuck i look good.” he would say.

❀ but oh, can he be a part of the sassy man apocalypse. hitting you with comebacks you wouldn’t have even thought about. not even just that he would hit you with smart ass remarks. he was good with them. leaving you speechless sometimes.

❀ one thing about marc is he will spoil you. no matter how many times you tell him not to. that you do not need that prada bag on your pinterest board. it seems to be going in one ear and out of the other because he has almost bought you your whole pinterest wishlist.

❀ one of his most expensive gifts would be the catier bracelet that has his name engraved on it. you wear it every day to show everyone off but also feel close to him no matter where he is.

❀ you were so mad at him for buying it at first because of the price and how you don’t need all of that. that he’s enough. but he says he “wanted to” and shushes you.

❀ you’re his passenger princess.

❀ you have all of your lip products in his car. it almost looks like it’s your car.

❀ he always lets you put on your playlist since you think his music taste is shit.

❀ you influenced him though, because now he knows almost every song of your favourite artists and also listens to them while practice.

❀ he gets you your favourite flowers on every date you guys have. you could say it’s his love language to surprise you with flowers. even if the both of you just lay in your bed and watch a movie.

❀ when he’s coming to your house, he not only brings you flowers but also your mom and sweets for your siblings.

❀ another one of his love languages is physical touch. from only holding your waist in room full of people to kissing up your thighs as he goes down on you.

❀ he loves giving you head and tasting you. you think it gives him some sort of ego boost to please you.

❀ he also thinks it’s so hot when you wear his barca jersey while riding him. when you tried it for the first time it was just for fun wanting to try something new. you moaned “visca barca” in his ear, meaning for it to be funny. but he took it seriously and came three seconds after you said it. (😭)

❀ “please ma keep it on!” he would groan.

❀ can be such a whiny bitch sometimes when it comes to waiting to fuck you.

❀ it doesn’t help he would get hard at the most random moments.

❀ you lean into marc, your hand steading yourself on his leg to kiss him. your soft lips meet his for a few seconds then pull on his bottom lip teasingly.

❀ “let’s go in!” you pat his leg, leaning back in the seat as you wait for marc to open the door for you like he always does.

❀ “i-. uhm. can’t.” he coughs. you laugh loudly. “marc!! again?” you shake your head. “you’re pathetic!” you tease him laughing.

❀ you look down at the tent growing in his pants. “you’re not helping!” he groans his head falling back.

❀ “you want me to help you?” you poke his chest, winking. he sighs looking out. people won’t see us due to his black windows anyways.

❀ “fuck yeah. please do.”

❀ like said he loves you wearing his jersey that also speaks for the matches. it gives him strength to win, so you make sure that the barca jersey you’re wearing has the number 38 printed on it.

❀ you’re an emotional mess on his games. one time you’re celebrating that your boyfriends team scored, the other you’re cursing the refs and opponents.

❀ no one wants to face you when marc is scoring a goal. you’re going full crazy. yelling and chanting his name like an embarrassing mom. clapping and jumping like you’re completely mental.

❀ he points up to the bleachers to you, taking every opportunity on dedicating the goal to you. he would blow a kiss and you’d do the same after calming yourself down.

❀ you have a ritual for after the game. when the both of you come back from the game, you would give him a little reward for scoring ;)

❀ though it’s not really a valid one because when he loses, you try releasing his anger with doing the same thing.

❀ he would drag your hair while you give him head due to his anger.

❀ after completely ruining you he would apologise like the soft boyfriend he is.

❀ “sorry if i was too rough, baby.” he would say looking down on you.

❀ “it’s okay.” you would smile, eyes still glossy.

❀ after, you would lay your head on his chest and force him to stroke your arm until you fall asleep.

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[oracle-of-dream]

Boy Toy

Minors DNI

Summary: Yeonjun, the face of Vogue magazine, loves it when you come to visit him. You're the only client he'll allow to see him at his apartment, and the only one he lets touch him the way you like. As long as you keep bringing him things to keep him happy...

Warnings: Model!Boytoy!Yeonjun x Rich!M!Reader, Discipline, Degradation, Yeonjun is materialistic, Unprotected sex, Overstimulation, Rimming & Handjob (YJ rec.), Sub YJ

Wordcount: 1.9k

Your phone chimed in your pocket as you stepped onto the sidewalk. It had been a pretty busy day for you, running in and out of meetings, but the stress instantly melted away when you got the notification.

YJ: Hey, Baby! Are you still coming to see me today?

YN: Yes, Baby Boy, just stay there. I'm going to bring you something today.

YJ: Like what? Any hints?

YN: You mentioned you wanted me to buy you some clothes, so I did.

YJ: Prada or YSL? You know I don't do Gucci anymore. It's not my style.

YN: Not telling. You'll see it when I get there.

You smiled as you put your phone back into your pocket. Yeonjun hated being teased when it came to presents. He'd probably start blowing up your phone, sending slutty pictures of himself to coax the secret out of you. Just more for you to look at.

The valet opened the car door for you as you approached. The driver knew where Yeonjun lived, so you didn't bother telling him where to go. There was a shopping bag in the backseat with you. Peeking inside, were the clothes you'd promised your favorite boy toy. He was going to look delicious in it, even without trying.

As you predicted, the car ride was silent except for your phone vibrating in your pocket.

YJ: Are you ignoring me???

YJ: Baby?

YJ: That's not fair! I wanna show you my photos from my recent photoshoot. Can you please look?

You looked at his messages and could hear the sound of his voice whining and begging in your head.

YN: Okay, okay. Show me.

YJ: Okay, try not to get too hard~

Your eyes popped at his photos.

This was pretty different from the way he described the photoshoot to me...

YN: It's a little more revealing than I thought.

YJ: I guess it was hehe! You should've been there when they started dripping honey all over me

YJ: There was so much honey. And it was super sticky and thick. Super hot really. I complained that I didn't want cold honey poured on me, so they even warmed it. Which just made it stickier. To protect the clothes, I stripped and finished nude.

How would you not get hard from the pictures? But with that image in your head on top!? Yeonjun was covered in warm honey, hands softly spreading it over his body. His feet, his hips, even his cute perky nipples. He must've been moaning like a total slut the entire time.

You were so caught up in your imagination that you didn't realize you'd completely started ignoring Yeonjun.

YJ: Hello?

YJ: Did I break you?

YJ: Or are you mad that all those staff got to touch and rub honey on me? If it makes it better, no one touched me. I dipped my hand in honey and touched myself~

YJ: Only you can touch me like that.

You couldn't look at your phone. Every message was covered in Yeonjun's horny energy.

YJ: Are you beating your dick right now? In the car? Show me!

While you did have a reputation to uphold, that didn't stop you from lifting your waistband on your pants and showing Yeonjun his effect on you.

YJ: Oh~ Another happy toy for me to play with when you get here!

YN: Just wait till I get there, Princess.

You turned off your phone and tried to calm yourself down. Staring out the window for the rest of the ride, but every time you blinked you could see Yeonjun.

Getting to your destination, a tall luxury condo building. It was all black and covered with windows. Yeonjun's room was on the 60th floor. You paid for his apartment so you could always know where to find him. Yeonjun never forgets his obligations to satisfy you as a part of his end of the agreement.

You stride in, moving quickly, the building staff greets you politely but you pay them little mind. The elevator for VIPs was already open and waiting for you. Stepping inside, you swiped your card and pressed the floor number. The elevator moved quickly up the shaft and opened directly into Yeonjun's apartment.

The blinds were open, letting in the sunset through the large windows. The deep brown hardwood floor spread out into the living room; there was a black piano, white couches, and a soft white rug. On the couch was Yeonjun, smiling devilishly at you with a cup of red wine.

He stood and slowly prowled to you, "Welcome home, Babe."

You walked forward to meet him, "I half expected you to be naked when I got here."

"I can still do that," Yeonjun raised an eyebrow as he pressed his body against you. He wore short shorts and a large jacket, giving the illusion he wasn't wearing pants. Pressing his chest against you, he arched his back to let you look down to see he wasn't wearing a shirt underneath his jacket.

"Naughty," You kissed his soft lips, the taste of alcohol and honey mixing on your tongue. "Honey?"

"Yes?" Yeonjun cooed.

"No, you, honey," You patted his head, "I mean, you did eat honey today?"

Yeonjun smiled again, bigger than before, "Maybe? And maybe I saved some for you to have." He looked down to see the bag in your hands, "But first..."

The bag was in his hands before you could hand it to him. He skipped to the couch and laid on his stomach to dump everything out to see it.

A pair of handcuffs, a police hat, and a slutty police uniform.

"Really? Roleplay," Yeonjun giggled, "Didn't take you for the type."

You shrugged, "Seeing you wear all those cute clothes in the magazines made me want to see you in something just for me."

Yeonjun unzipped out of his jacket and slipped out of his shorts. The shirt was small and tight, with the shorts showing off his cute ass. He flipped the hat on his head and spun the cuffs on his finger.

"You have the right to remain silent, sir," He winked.

You laughed at his cute acting, "Actually, the cuffs are still for you."

He looked taken aback, but Yeonjun flipped the switch instantly. He tossed the cuffs at you and sat you down on the couch. "It's kinda backward for the cop to be cuffed," He giggled.

You pulled him onto your lap as you put his hands behind his back, looking into his eyes as you latched them around his wrists. "Well, this cop has been bad. Guilty of being a slut in front of other people, without permission. So now you have to get punished."

You turned Yeonjun to face away from you and lay on the couch face down, ass up. The way he squirmed, he loved every second of you treating him roughly. You ripped his shorts off, the sound of the fabric tearing made him shudder.

The sight you were met with was Yeonjun's hole shiny and dripping.

"What's this?" You stick a finger inside your boy toy, which slides in easily. Thrusting in another finger and fucking him with them, Yeonjun's body shook and pushed against your hand to get deeper. When you pulled your hand away, it dripped with a thick clear liquid. That smelled like honey...

"No way–" You put your mouth to it and let your tongue taste. It was honey, and lots of it invested inside of him. "Is this a surprise for me?"

"Yeah, a super special one~" Yeonjun moaned as you lapped at this hole, drinking and tasting the liquid he's stored inside himself. "E-Easy, if you're too rough..."

You paused, "You'll cum? Like that will stop me from enjoying my gift." You dove back in, holding Yeonjun so he couldn't run away from you and you let another hand stroke his cock that was leaking all over the couch.

He was trying to control himself, but Yeonjun couldn't fight against the pleasure that was climbing inside him. He started to drool as his moans got more frequent and high-pitched, "Please– Oh God! You're so good, I'm gonna cum. Daddy, please–" Yeonjun's voice caught in his throat as his cock twitched and shot cum on the fabric of the couch. It drenched your hand as you stroked him, but you didn't stop until he was almost kicking.

Stopping to let him catch his breath, you stripping.

Yeonjun tried to flip over but you pushed him down on his stomach, his cum sticking to his skin.

"We're not done here," You chuckled as you stroked yourself, using Yeonjun's cum and the honey to slick yourself up.

"I-I think we can break– Just for a moment?" He squirmed but you didn't let him up.

"You were so slutty before. Sending me naughty photos in the car, wanting me to jerk off for you in the car, and even being practically naked when waiting for me to get home." You poke your tip at his hole, "We're not done, at all."

You pushed yourself inside him, feeling the honey coat you as your toy's warm walls closed down on you.

You rub Yeonjun's shoulders as you feel him tense up, "Now, make sure you're strong for me. I don't think I should hold back anymore..."

He couldn't form much of a response, mostly whimpering your name and faintly begging for more.

Who were you to deny your lovely toy what he was begging for. You pulled on his wrists, making the cuffs dig into him, and you harshly plowed him. You could tell you were hitting the right spots from the way his mouth swung open and his eyes rolled.

"Oh? Like that? You're doing amazing, Baby Boy."

Yeonjun's legs wormed their way around you and he arched his back, letting you his deeper. You grabbed his hips to lock him in place and pulled out almost completely before slamming back into him. Knocking the breath right out of him.

"Oh, holy fucking shit– Please, wait a second–" Yeonjun begged.

But you were too far gone to hear him. You moved quicker, "I know you can take it, stay strong for me, Baby." You leaned down, pressing your body onto his back, and kept thrusting, "This will teach you not to slut yourself out to people. Only me. You're mine."

Hearing that sent your toy over the edge. The friction of the couch and you slamming him made Yeonjun cum all over, somehow even more than before.

"You came twice before I got to once?" You bite at his ear, "How unfair. Now I'm gonna fill you up, my little cumdump."

Yeonjun's reply was a strained moan, his eyes sealed shut and his mouth pouring out profanity between moans. Pressing yourself tightly against him, your arms wrapped around him, you released into him with a heavy groan. You rode out your high, still moving your hips, leaving your toy mewling.

You brushed his hair with your fingers softly as he calmed down. Still inside of him, you picked him up and laid him on your lap. His face streaked with tear-stains but he still had his playful smile.

“Always a good time,” he sighed, as Yeonjun rested his head on your shoulders.

“Anything for a toy as precious as you.”

“Am I really just a toy?”

“You think you deserve to be more than that?”

Yeonjun nuzzled into your neck, “We can be more… exclusive. I surely don’t mind.”

“But you still want gifts when I see you, don’t you?”

He pecked your lips, “You know me so well!”

You laughed, “fine then, you’re all mine then. My sweet boy.”

“Now, can you carry me to the bathtub? I wanna bath, and maybe you can wash me.”

Yeonjun giggled with glee as you moved him upstairs for a bath and maybe a second round…

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[lesvii]

Your Valeria Garza Buchifresa Girlfriend Headcannon 🍓

This is mostly some hc that I have of Valeria cause I’m tired of no one doing a buchifresa lesbian cause I am one… and I’m tired of ppl saying I want a buchón while all I want is a buchona (Valeria)😩..

• You knew Valeria on a club in México Sinaloa, you were partying with some of your friends while some big guys enter the club, you saw a woman enter behind them, as you whisper to your friends who might they be, which cartel do they work from?. Either way minutes pass and you forgot about them.

•You were wearing a pink top, with a white short skirt, some white high heels and your long black hair.

•You were having your best night singing the corridos on the club with your friends when you decided to sit on the table you guys had at the club, just for a few minutes, you grabbed your phone to see any text notifications as you look up to see the waitress telling you they send you a tequila bottle one of the expensive ones, as this was not new for you, you were used to men sending you free drinks, but now you didn’t want to deal with them, but hey! a free drink is a free drink. You smiled at the waitress as you ask her clueless who was the guy that send you the bottle, as the waitress fills you a tequila shot, she mentions the table in front of yours, a few feet away. “It was the woman with the black top and tattoos” she mentioned, as you look confused, you look up to search for the woman as she smirks at you and holds her glass, you do the same as you smiled at her, your cheeks slightly blush.

•From that moment on the night just started, you wanted to go on her table and thanks her personally for the free drink but something about her having like 5 bodyguards surrounding the table made you actually think she might be from some cartel. Your friends teased you all night long telling you to go on and talk to her, as you finally got courage to do it, “fine! Fine! I’ll do it but I’m going to the bathroom first, I need to touch up my makeup” you said as you rolled your eyes and smiled playfully. You got separated from your friends and you enter the bathroom, you put some lipstick on, brushed your hair with your hands as you were about to exit the bathroom when Valeria enters. “Pero si estás preciosa” Valeria said, as you turn away to look at her you blush “Thanks”. You said and from that on you stay on Valeria table as your friends went crazy looking at you.

•Valeria can and WILL spoil you often with luxurious hand bags, LV, Gucci, Prada, Channel etc. She loves to doll you up and after all it all came with a “prize”…

•You didn’t talk much about your relationship since you knew her work wasn’t specially legal, still you didn’t know (at the beginning) she was a cartel leader.

•You love watching narco series/novelas but Valeria despises them she thinks they aren’t something to joke about it made her work look ridiculous.

•You were her trophy wife when it came to have big meetings with other cartel leaders as they brought their wives too.

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prompt : you and your best friend eunchae were like cher and dion, you being self obsessed believing everyone and everything likes you and eunchae keep n you in check. but the one time you think someone doesn’t like you is the one day that someone new enters your gym class and eunchae can obviously tell they have some feelings for you.

“watch it ! this is prada !”. you pointed to your bag as eunchae giggled her head hitting the wire fence.

“I really don’t know why they moved us outside.. I don’t need red bites all over my skin when jake asks me out”. eunchae covered her mouth but still laughed.

“what..?”. you clutch’s stour purse and turned towards the girl.

“no offense..”. you sighed.

“but you would have more luck on some jake from royal high asking you out before jake actual does”. you pouted and turned to face the jock. he was flexing his biceps to yeji and her group; who were swooning.

“he winked at me in bio”. you tapped your foot as you turned to eunchae and smiled. the smile immediately dropped as eunchae opened her mouth.

“he winked and ning too”

“how-“

“she bragged to me right after it happened”. you slid down the fence hands over your face.

“that.. that doesn’t mean I don’t have a chance !”. eunchae slid down right next to you.

“he’s oogling chaer’s boobs.. I don’t think you want a chance..”. you giggled as eunchae nudged you.

“you still like girls right?”. you nodded.

“try one of ‘em out then.. for once !”. you hit the girls head and as p.e. ended went on about your day.

you tilted your glasses down as you walked into the gym. usually jake was flirting, chaewon was hitting on sakura, and eunchae was flexing the fact she could actually dance but everyone was in a straight line..

eunchae caught your eye and called you over.

“what-“

“new girl”. eunchae pointed to the p.e. coach and your eyes furrowed as you looked beside her. some six foot girl stood next to her.

“this is yunah.. she’s new to the school and came in this period”. your coach seemed to glare at the girl and, her head in turn went down. you swore you heard a little ‘sorry’ and you giggled.

“what was that y/n?”. eunchae froze while you smiled.

“sorry was just wondering why we’re still standing here and not playing basketball..”. you swore you saw your coach’s eyes light up. she dismissed everyone and eunchae dragged you over to the bleachers.

“her eyes were glued to you !”. you laughed.

“I would hope so I was talking”. eunchae rolled her eyes and then glanced at yunah.

“look”. you lazily turned your gaze to the tall girl and your eyes noticeable got bigger once you realized they were on you. as soon as yunah realized she walked away.

“so I’m hot..!” eunchae rolled her eyes then got bigger.

“what-“

“thanks”. you looked up. yunah was right infront of you staring anywhere but at you.

“for.. distracting coach”

“oh that’s nothing.. ni-ki does that on a daily basis. eunchae laughed and soon yunah did too.

“that’s it.. bye..”. before you could open your mouth again the girl had ran down the bleachers.

“that was weird”. eunchae said as she tilted her head.

“what’s weirder how she ran down the bleachers and didn’t bust her lip..”

next day..

“she’s staring..!”. eunchae whistled as she sat next to you on one of the benches outside.

“sooo..”

“don’t think she wants that prada bag y/n..”

next next day..

“think she has an eye problem?”. you rolled your eyes.

“no.. i mean maybe..”

next next next day..

“probably still-“

“do you wanna play basketball with me..?”. you blinked twice and then looked at eunchae; she just nodded rapidly.

“s.. sure..”. you got up and followed the girl while eunchae protected you precious prada bag.

“I’m thinking of joining the girls basketball team.. and need help.. sorry if I bother-“

“no it’s fine I never do anything in this class anyway”. as yunah finally got a free hop she looked at you curiously up and down.

“really.. your so.. fit though?”. luckily yunah went to go get a ball so she didn’t see you blushing madly at your comment.

“ok just try to stop me.. you know the basics right”. you just nodded in a trance. as you played you couldn’t look but check the girl out. her hair was in a ponytail.. her sports jacket was off.

“oh shit are you ok?”. you squeezed your eyes shut as you felt the assault against your back.

“ya.. the basketball that hit me like the flash and landed me in my back didn’t do shit”. yunah but her lip as she cupped your cheek and eyes your figure.

“you think you can get up?”. you nodded as she helped you. you held the back of your neck as you nearly fell. yunah put both hands on your waist to keep you balanced.

“you sure you don’t need a-“

“you owe me”

“what..?”

“icecream.. after school tomorrow”. yunah stood in shock as you ran over to a worried eunchae.

“ar-“

“yes.. she’s going to buy me ice cream..!”.

last next day..

“is this black mail..?”. you laughed as yunah pulled out fifteen bucks from her back pocket.

“no ! and you only need like four bucks”. you smiled.

“ya but I’m getting some for your friends too”. you looked over to eunchae fanning her face and haerin rolling here eyes as she aided the girl. you were left speechless as yunah dragged you over to the truck.

you ordered your icecreams and chatted as you waited for them. as soon as you got them you almost gagged as you licked yours.

“is it ok?”. as you walked with yunah you shock your head, as you put haerin and eunchae’s icecreams in your back pockets.

“nah it’s shit but thanks”. yunah frowned and then grabbed your icecream.

“hay !”. quickly yunah gave you here’s and urged you to try it. when you did you frowned.

“why’d you-“

“shit you got some in your..”. yunah put one hand on your waist to pull you closer; and used the other one to whip of some icecream of your lip. you froze when you did. and everytime after that when yunah got in a two feet distance if you.

as the days went on you got closer. mentally.. but mostly physically. yunah started to back hug you..

“then he threw the question right back at-“. as eunchae got ready to laugh, you felt hands around your waist..

“wha-“. as you were about to question the girl she just stared at you blankly and then smiled. then one time when you just sitting on a bench texting a sick eunchae you felt hair on your thighs.

“so eunchae’s sick?”. it took you a minute but you did node. you even felt a kiss on your cheek..

“you think is did to much..”. you asked eunchae as she knocked on jakes door.

“no you just look like your from the yxyy unit your fine”. you nudged the girl as the door opened. a drunk yeji smiled.

“omg hayyyy”. you were about to hayyyy her right back when jakes hand snaked around her waist and he kissed her.. and then they started to make out. you and eunchae brushed past them as they continued.

“you think my hats to big?”. you laughed as you found a quiet corner to talk in.

“nah it’s pertinent to the fit”

“stop using yunah’s fancy words-“

“what’s that about my dance words?”. yunah flicked eunchaes hat. when she did the shorter girl rolled her eyes and ran over to the ‘cat girl’ haerin.

“nice clueless outfits..”. you giggled.

“nice..?”

“I’m nando but sporty girl ! who cares about her looks !”. as you were about to giggle again you felt something wet on your cheek. you blinked twice as yunah’s hands went around your waist. you grabbed one of her hands of your waist and dragged her to the nearest bathroom.

yunah giggled as you sat in the rim of the sink to get to her height. she then wrapped her hands around the sink as you bit your lip.

“what’s wrong..”. yunah’s lips found there way onto your neck and you gasped.

“yunah !”. the girl jumped.

“what !”

“can I not kiss my girlfriend?”

“your what?”. yunah blinked twice.

“you never asked me to be your girlfriend yunah”. the still taller girl tried to take her hands off your waist but you didn’t let her.

“but-“

“I want to be your girlfriend but you never asked !”. you smiled as she got closer to your face.

“will you be my-“. you closed the tiny gap between you two and kissed her. cupping her cheeks this time.

“yes.. yes mrs. gym buff”. yunah giggled and quickly shut you up. what a perfect couple..

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[hoodharlow]

Was That So Hard

AN: jackman......

Requested? Not really but my bby @sativachilombo sent me an ask and I was 😗😗😗

Requested? Jack being corny as hell, mentions of smut but no actual depictions and Miriam getting drunk 🤭

Word Count:

Miriam reached to her Fendi bag and pulled out her sunscreen. She squirted some on her legs and rubbed them before doing the same on her arms. She swapped the sunscreen body for the face balm sunscreen and rolled some on her face. She pulled out her pomegranate lip balm and dabbed some on her lips. She checked herself out once more and saw the hair claw holding onto dear life so she took it off, knowing that she should have pulled her into a bun. Hair claws never worked with her unruly curls. 

She closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself to walk over to the sun. She was sitting with Maggie and the girls from Jack's friend group when he waved her over. She handed Diana her bag. As she walked to the field tied the cashmere sweater around her shoulders so she would look more out together. She was wearing a simple white top with denim shorts and some Prada loafers. She was more dressed for the country club rather than a kickball game. 

"What took you so long?" Jack asked. 

Miriam didn't answer him right away. She moved him so his back was facing the sun, blocking the sun for her. "What?" 

"Run some passes with me." He said.

"I'm wearing loafers." She said, holding her leg out. 

"I've seen you kick a ball in heels." He placed his hands on his hips. 

"Fine," she sighed dramatically. "But we going to the shade." 

Jack nodded. He followed behind her, taking in her ass in her shorts. He reached behind her and hugged her, lifting her up. He bent his neck and kissed her face. 

"Jack!" She squealed, giggling. 

He tossed her in the air so when he caught her she was facing him. Miriam giggled again and wrapped her arms around him, leaning down to kiss him. They were both aware that this was the most PDA they've ever done. Even more knowing Jack's fans were in the stands watching and recording his every move. They pulled away and Jack grabbed the nearest red ball. 

He kicked the ball to Miriam. She caught it with the side of her foot and bounced on the top of her foot then kicked it up to her knee. She bounced the ball on her knee and did the same. 

"You know you're supposed to kick it back, right?" Jack rolled his eyes. 

"Ten," she kicked the ball back at him, but he didn't catch it. 

Miriam giggled watching him jog for the ball. 

Jack came back and tried to do the same tricks she did, but failed. So he stuck with the simple bounces. They passed the ball back and forth for a while before Jack had to go with his team. 

Miriam went to sit back with the girls. She hugged Taylor Rooks. They only waved at each other in passing, not properly greeting each other because Taylor was interviewing. Miriam's mood was quickly soured when a woman from the opposite team walked up to Jack with her hands clasped behind her back. She bounced on the balls of her feet, giggling extra hard at whatever Jack was saying. She wanted to yell 'he's not as funny as you make hin out to be' but she knew better than to make a scene at a charity event.  

"You need this." Taylor said, passing her her Phocus can. 

Without thinking Miriam took a generous sip. She coughed once she realized she wasn't just drinking strawberry flavored static water. 

"What is that?" Miriam asked the sports journalist. 

"I have no idea, Di just added a bunch of stuff." She shrugged. 

Miriam snorted and took another sip. This time she was able to drink it properly. It tasted like a strawberry margarita with sparkling water. 

"Okay that's good." She giggled, passing Taylor back her drink. 

Diana turned back to them holding four small Buzzballz bottles. "I also have regular tequila, sour apple flavor and piña colada flavor." 

"Give me regular tequila." Miriam said.

She grabbed an orange Phocus can from the cooler and chugged half of it. Her right eye twitched slightly from the drink, but she poured some of the buzzballz into it. It didn't take long for Miriam to get tipsy. She finished that can and made herself three more of the same combination. She was a giggling mess. 

"Another?" Diana asked her. 

"I'm cutting myself off. If Jack sees me tipsy he won't let me suck his dick later." Miriam said bluntly. 

"Yeah, let's stop before you talk about how big my son is." Jack's mom giggled. 

"Okay but like, I just wanna thank you for that. He's made me–"

Diana covered Miriam's mouth. "Girl, shut up." She laughed. 

They changed the topic and talked about the Barbie movie. Jack had rented out the theater where he held the White Men Can't Jump premiere and the whole group watched the movie then. They all cheered when Miriam's song came out. They haven't had time to dissect the movie until now. Miriam zoned out and rested her head on Diana's shoulder, dozing off. 

Jack came by with a hot dog and cup of Dippin Dots for Miriam. She only had her iced coffee in her system and he had seen her make her little cocktails with Phocus. He crouched down at level and shook her shoulder. Diana, Taylor, the other girls and even Jack's mom gave him a warning look to not wake Miriam up, but he ignored them. 

"Mhm," she opened one eye. 

"Close your eyes." Jack said.

"I just had them closed." Miriam whined. 

"I have a surprise for you." He said, holding the cup of Dippin Dots behind him.

"You can't just whip out your big dick, we're in public." She said. 

"Miriam, just close them." He sighed.

"Okay, damn." She frowned.

She did as she was told. Jack reached for her hand and placed the cup in her hand. She opened her eyes and they teared up when she saw the cup of Dippin Dots. 

"Where did you get this?" She said, taking a spoonful. 

"At the concession stand." Jack pointed behind him. He also placed the hot dog with a few ketchup packets and a mayo packet. "Eat this too."

"I'm not a child." Miriam frowned. 

"Bro, you only had an iced coffee before you started drinking. I'm not leaving until you finish." 

Miriam unwrapped the hot dog and prepared it how she liked it. Personally she liked her hot dogs, Mexican style: bacon wrapped wienie, topped with pico de gallo, grilled onions and peppers, and lastly with mayo and ketchup on top. But she doubted that they had those in Kentucky. She ate in silence alternating between her Dippin Dots and hot dog with Jack standing over her. 

"Was that so hard?" Jack asked when she finished eating. 

Miriam rolled her eyes and went to toss her trash. She reached for her bag and cleaned her hands with a wet wipe. She grabbed the sunscreen and pulled Jack down to her level. She lathered him up in it then she took off his hat so she could get his face as well. His face didn't react well to the roll-on balm she used.

"Okay, now go beat the girls who laugh too hard at what you say." She said, touching up her lip balm.

"Didn't know you were playing." He said in a playful tone. 

"You're not funny." Miriam deadpanned.

Jack leaned in, kissing her neck and said, "I can laugh the panties offa you."

"No you can't."

*

Miriam couldn’t stop laughing. Her laughter got to the point where she wasn't even making sounds. She was just folded over shaking. 

"It wasn't that funny, Miriam." He rolled his eyes.

But it was. The one time he didn't wear a shirt under his jersey he got last name and jersey number etched on to his back thanks to the bright sun. Miriam had offered to get his back as well but he shrugged her off, saying he only needed to worry about the exposed skin. Little did he know his back was also exposed. Fortunately for him only his back was burnt, the rest of his body wasn't. 

"Face down ass up." Miriam said, holding a tube of aloe vera gel that she got from the mini skincare fridge in their bathroom.

"Give a guy a warning if you wanna fuck their ass." He said, laying across the bed. 

"Want me to fuck your ass?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him. 

He shook his head, "I'm still recovering from last time." 

"Jack, that was like five months ago." She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah." He waved her off. 

Miriam knelt beside him and squirted a generous amount of aloe vera gel on his back. She took off a hair tie off her wrist and did an upside-down french braid on Jack so she wouldn't get gel in his curls. She rubbed all over his back then she applied more pressure onto him. She worked her fingers into his shoulder blades, making him groan.  

"You gotta lay like this for fifteen minutes then you can wash it off." Miriam said when she finished. 

She walked back to the bathroom and as she passed the bed, she felt a hard smack on her ass. Miriam turned to Jack, who had the biggest smirk on his face, with her mouth open wide. 

"You can't just walk around with your ass out like that and not expect to pay the boyfriend tax." Jack said, gesturing to her outfit. 

Miriam wasn't wearing much. Just some white cheeky panties and a matching white cami top. 

"You're annoying." She said, rolling her eyes before sprinting out of their bedroom.

She came back with fruit rollup. 

"You're not sucking my dick that." Jack told her.

The first and only time he let Miriam try a tiktok trend was when she saw a tiktok about wrapping a fruit roll up around their partners dick and going to town with it. Jack was never the type to discourage head giving methods so he agreed when Miriam asked if they could try it. It was fun at first but eventually they both got annoyed because it took a long time. Miriam ended throwing the fruit rollup away and they both went to bed annoyed and horny. 

"How presumptuous of you." She said, laying on her stomach, perpendicular to Jack. 

"Mhm." He replied. 

Miriam opened her iPad and loaded Halle Bailey's The Little Mermaid and continued her book from where she left off. Jack was reading his script, memorizing his lines. He scooted himself closer so he was laying on top of Miriam and using her ass as a pillow. He mindlessly toyed with a loose string on her panties. He couldn't concentrate on the script so he placed it on the nightstand next to their bed. He looked over to Miriam. She was humming along to For the First Time while she read her book and bit into her snack. It amazed Jack how she was able to multitask. Miriam claimed it was just her undiagnosed ADHD. 

The ten minutes had passed and Jack hopped in the shower and rinsed off the aloe vera gel. He did his nighttime routine then got back in bed. Miriam was now laying on her back in the middle of the bed with her iPad propped on her nightstand while she read. 

Jack plopped on top of her. "Give me attention." Which was his way of asking for sex because he was bored and horny.

"I can't when you're top of me, suffocating." She mumbled. 

He sat up and took her book, doggy earring it. He paused the movie and locked her iPad so now she could give him her undivided attention. 

Jack rubbed his hands together as he knelt in front of her body. "Where to begin?" He asked, smirking.

With that smirk alone Miriam knew she was in for a long night. 

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[tomieafterdark]

“running into Dabi 18+”

MASTERLIST

pairing: hacker!spy!reader x sadistic!dabi

summary: you run into Dabi after causing lots of trouble for the League Of Villains, which leads to ruining Dabis own plans. He is not happy about that.

cw: afab!reader, non-con, anal sex, hair pulling, name calling, choking, rough sex, anal mating press, squirting, fingering, being recorded without consent, kidnapping.

⚠️ DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS IF YOU ARE A MINOR. BY CONTINUING TO READ, YOU CONSENT TO VIEWING ADULT CONTENT AND THE DARK CONTENT STATED IN CONTENT WARNING ⚠️

last disclaimer: I’m not a writer or have any experience with this (it’s my second official smut) so be understanding if there’s errors or something, I’m just doing this as a newfound hobby 😵‍💫

You sigh. Your ride was supposed to be here five minutes ago. What is taking the driver so long? “I can’t afford to miss meeting the boss” you think to yourself annoyed. A week ago you got hold of hundreds of secret documents from the league of villains database, giving the government and hero society lots of advantages. You already went to accept an award for your outstanding work as a spy and an ethical hacker, it was even broadcasted on TV. The boss had recently called you in for a meeting and it was tonight. You were invited to a party after that so you had put on your favourite spaghetti strap dress and a black faux fur coat, hair up in a ponytail, high heeled boots, the cutest jewellery you had and of course your prada bag. You don’t know who you were without that bag. You finally hear your phone go off, excited it’ll be the driver announcing he’s around the corner but instead he’ll be an hour late. “Might as well go into the park and take a seat on the benches” you think to yourself, can’t stand another second in these heels.

You sit and just take in the beautiful cold night air, suddenly a hand grabs your neck from the bushes behind you. Before you make a sound a deep husky voice says “don’t make a fucking sound. Your heart drops from his voice and the smell of ashes and burnt flesh, you quickly grab your phone to make an emergency call but he grabs your wrist and burns you. “Fuck” you hiss, only to have him chuckle in reply and go “I’ll take that princess” as he takes away your phone. You are too scared to look at him expecting a weird ugly guy, but he grabs your face and makes you face him. “We don’t have all night princess, look at me will you. I won’t bite” he laughs. When you turn to stare at him you’re in awe, he is so beautiful even with burnt skin, fuck it made him hotter and you can hear your heart skip a beat. He burns you lightly while keeping the chokehold, “hey, I’m talking to you”. You snap back to reality, the fear is slowly coming back. “Whatever you want I don’t have it” you gulp..”he is really attractive especially with those icy blue piercing eyes of his” you think to yourself. “Oh no that’s where you’re wrong, you’re that hacker bitch who caused a lot of trouble for the League Of Villains. I’m here to take back what’s ours. I know you have it, we got an anonymous tip” he says directly into your ear as he tightens the grip on your throat, making it very hard to breathe. “I-I don’t have it, I swear. It was sent off a few hours ago to-“ he barely lets you finish off your sentence. His grip tightening on your throat as realisation hits. He came all this way for nothing and now he has to go back empty handed…unless?

He lets go of your throat for a second, you see your chance to sprint off and you are going to take it. You quickly get up, not even grabbing your lovely prada bag only to feel something pull you back by the hair. You scream out in pain as Dabi pulls you in. “Not so fast princess, I’m not planning on going back empty handed”. He holds on to your hair as he seats himself on the secluded park bench, guiding you onto his lap. You freeze again out of fear, your dress is so thin and your thong even thinner so when you’re on his lap you can feel a bulge and you don’t know wether to be more fearful or not because of that. “Okay so here’s what’s gonna happen princess. Since you don’t have what I want, I’ll take you instead. The League can take care of you then” you let out a defeated sigh. “The boss is so not going to like this” you think to yourself. “But before I let the league take care of you, we’re going to have some fun” he smirks. It takes you a while to get what he means but when he hikes up your dress you know exactly what he means. “What the fuck stop” you struggle on his lap as he holds you down. “What? You’re saving yourself for some other person?” he almost sounds confused. “No, I’m just not in the mood and even if I was it would not be with a villain-“ he chokes you again. “Don’t play dumb, do you not think I notice the way you look into my eyes or the looks you have continuously been giving me during our interaction?” You look away, knowing deep down he is right. If you were a villain you’d be throwing yourself at him, he speaks to your shadow self, the part of you that desires darkness and an escape. While you were doing all that thinking, a hand slips under your dress and a finger into your ass. “Aah what the fuck-“ it’s so tight, he keeps moving it roughly pushing it in and out. “Shit- AaaAh” it’s just one finger but god damn it’s uncomfortable yet you want more. You find yourself grinding on him for more friction, as more moans are escaping your pretty lips. Dabi laughs. “You gave in that easy? What a little slut. What will your boss think about a villain doing this to you?” His words hit the right spots, this only makes you hornier. He takes his finger out, and flips you on your back on the cold park bench. He unbuckles his belt, your heart beats faster. Here it comes, you pray to god it’s just 5 or 6 inches because you’re sure it’s going in your ass. When his pants and boxers come off an audible gasp leaves your mouth. “T-that’s not going to fit” you gasp with slight panic in your voice. As the park lights hit his penis you can see..”are those piercings??” You are liking the piercings, especially the Prince Albert one. You snap back to reality when he teases your entrance with the tip. “I’ll make it fit don’t worry your pretty little head princess” he smirks at you. He enjoys being too big for you, especially when it’s your ass because you’ll struggle more. It is 8 inches, when hard but he is not fully hard so he’ll grow inside you just to make it more intense for you. He spits on your ass then on his penis as he jerks it a little and when it’s hard enough but not fully hard he fully pushes it in you, in a mating press. He flips his head back with a moan he bottomed out in you but he is not fully hard, “this is gonna be a challenge” he thinks to himself. You can’t keep your moans mixed with screams in, he covers your mouth but the muffled sounds are still loud. “It’s too big please, go fucking slower” you cry out but he doesn’t seem to budge. You can feel him grow, real panic and adrenaline hits you. In that moment you make eye contact, for a second it feels fine but his eyes are evil. Pure evil, he enjoys your pain so much and he leans in to bite your shoulder to make it worse. You scream out again, tears are filling your eyes even though you’re tough and can handle a lot but this is too fucking much. He pulls your hair again, this time making you watch as he fucks you deep in the ass. “Watch this you slut, look how good you’re taking all that.” He says and starts circling your clit.

Pain and pleasure mix together, you feel an anal orgasm coming. “I-I’m gonna cum-“ you squeal, “fuck you’re making me cum and I don’t even know your name!” He chokes you lightly as he gets closer to your ear and whispers in a low deep voice “it’s Dabi, you better moan it loud when I make you cum. Okay?” You don’t reply so he chokes you harder. “I said okay?” He says in a darker almost annoyed voice. “Okay Dabi, I will” you whimper, shaking under him feeling the orgasm coming any second now. “Good little slut, see that wasn’t so hard” he whispers in your ear. You are so loud when you cum screaming his name over and over, Dabi looks at you with pride. But as you come down from the orgasm you start to get enough, your body is being pushed to its limit and it’s too much. Dabi notices this and comes closer to your face to tell you “I don’t care how sensitive and tired you get, we’re not done until I say so. You get it princess?” You quickly reply “Okay Dabi” remembering what he had said earlier. He forces you to orgasm 3 more times even though you’re tired. The fifth orgasm is different, you feel sometimes coming out of your vagina and your hand instinctually goes there. Dabi catches it immediately, but doesn’t say anything. He has a feeling it’s your first time squirting and would rather see you struggle not knowing you’ll squirt and not pee all over him. You are panicking “fuck fuck I better not pee please be over ple-“ you feel him ramming you harder, as if he knows something is up with you. “You’re not fucking funny” you hiss at him. “What ever do you mean” he grins at you. “Go ahead and finish” you glare. “Oh but why, why are you suddenly in a rush? You know after this I’ll bring you back to the league with me” he chuckles. Fuck, that’s right you completely forgot. You’re about to be kidnapped. “Just let go, you’re not going to have this much fun in a while” he tells you as he sticks a finger in your pussy to force you to squirt at this point. You feel it coming and you really can’t hold it in, he keeps fingering you while he is pounding your ass balls deep. There is no escape from this.

Fuck it you think. I might as well let go. You squirt all over Dabi, and because you edged yourself so much thinking it is pee it is way too intense. Dabi makes sure you have an anal orgasm straight after before deciding to fill that pretty ass of yours with cum. He laughs at you and your reaction because you look disgusted with yourself. “Fuck I can’t believe I-“ he laughs. “You just squirted why are you acting like you pissed yourself. Don’t tell me no one has made you squirt.” You are so pissed off right now if you weren’t so tired you’d punch him. “Fuck you Dabi” is all you can get out as he pulls out of you. “A villain made you squirt out of all people” he laughs. Wait til the public sees this. “What?..” you hope imagined what had just come out of his mouth. “Yeah I recorded everything incase you try to escape. How would it look to have this released after getting your award on TV, think about your boss’ reputation.” He was right. “Now, come on princess I have a few friends who would love to meet the hacker that created all the chaos.”

I haven’t spell checked it or proof read but whatever 😗

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[the-froschamethyst4]

How much!?

𖤐Pairing: Billionaire! Alejandro x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, hints of smut, rich man Alejandro, language, married couple,

𖤐Summary: When shopping on her own, Y/n sees a beautiful necklace but it was extremely expensive, does she gets it without Alejandro's permission or does she ask?

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Alejandro was at the office and Y/n was getting ready for a shopping spree, she does this every now and then, Alejandro gives her his American Express card and she can spend as much as she wants.

But Y/n never hits the millions or anything, she barely reaches $100,000 the most she spent on was a home store looking for new house decorations and a few new things for the house.

But shopping for new clothes was kind of a different story, she spends as much as her heart desires and Alejandro watches those bank charge stack and he doesn't care as long as his wife was happy he's happy.

Y/n had bags on her arms as she just left Prada with a few new bags, Gucci sunglasses, belts and a dress, LV shoes, YSL shoes and bags, you name Y/n probably just bought it.

As she walked around a jewelry store caught her eye, she needed to get her wedding ring cleaned up.

"Hi ma'am," a lady says walking towards her.

"Hi, I need my wedding ring polished."

"Oh yes, let me see the ring." Y/n placed her hand out and the consultant looked at the ring.

"Lovely ring, your husband has good taste."

"Thank you," she takes her ring off and hands it to the consultant. Y/n walks around the store to look at the jewelry.

A necklace with pearls was on display, it looked like something a Queen or Princess would wear, it was magnificent to look at.

"Are you finding everything alright, ma'am?"

"Yes. This necklace is beautiful."

"I know, a new piece of ours, it goes for $25,000,000."

"Wow, I can see that," the man looks at the bags in Y/n's hands and smiled.

"Would you like to try it on?"

"What? No way, that's so expensive," Y/n says.

"Ma'am you are carrying bags that are worth for 5,000k, I do not mind if you try it on." He says.

"Umm~ if it's alright," he smiles and puts on some silk white gloves, and took it off the black velvet neck stand, and placing it on Y/n's neck, everyone in the store watched how the necklace complemented Y/n's skin and eyes.

"Wow."

"Gorgeous."

"Would you like it miss?" He asks her.

Y/n stares at herself in the mirror moving her head around to get it from better angles on her neck. She didn't even want to touch it or LOOK at it.

Alejandro was tapping his pen against his desk, taking a deep breath and looked out the window that was behind him, he was bored out of his MIND. He wanted to go home and be with his wife and see what she bought.

Alejandro loves having his own personal fashion show when it came to his wife.

Just thinking about her wearing a new LV dress hugging her body just right made him feel...all over the place.

His phone pinged and saw a HUGE charge to his card. His eyes widened and immediately started to call Y/n, she wasn't answering.

"Y/n, what the hell," he mumbles.

Y/n looked at him calling her phone, she just stares at her phone knowing she might have fucked up. Her fingers in her hair as she stares and stares and stares.

The next time he calls, she will answer which didn't take long, she took a deep breath and answered.

"Alejandro."

"Precioso (gorgeous) what was that charge to my phone?" Alejandro sounded like he was trying to stay calm.

"Umm~ Ale, I can explain."

"Start." He says.

"I was just trying to clean my ring and I got caught up in looking at a necklace and spent-"

"25 MILLION DOLLARS!" The calm was broken.

"I'm sorry," she apologized.

"Mi amor," he groans and rubs his temple. "How many times have I told you...BREAK MY BANK!!"

"Huh?" So he wasn't mad?

"You can spend higher, why didn't you?"

"I-I-I...I'm c-confused what?"

"I've told you many times to spend higher and 25 million was all you could do? Mi Corazón (my heart) I want you to make me go broke, a dollar in my bank account broke, I'll get it back, you know I will."

Y/n was so confused.

"B-But-"

"No buts, next time you go shopping break my bank account, anyways, I love you, I have to go, see you at home," he hangs up.

Her phone falls from her hand and looked at the necklace sitting on the black velvet neck stand.

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4:00PM

Alejandro was coming home now and Y/n was trying on the new clothes she bought looking at herself in her full body mirror, turning and looking to see how she looks in the back and seeing if her girls in the front looked perfect as well.

"Starting the show without me?" Alejandro asked, placing his blazer on the back of the black leather chair in the shared master bedroom.

"I was going to wait, but you were taking forever," she teased, walking towards him and sitting on his lap. Her arms wrap around his neck as his hands rested on her waist. "You look fucking stunning," he leans forward kissing her neck.

"Thank you, now do you want this fashion show or not?"

"Yes, ma'am," he leans back as she got off his lap, he pours himself a glass of whiskey and watched her come out in a new dress and new heels.

"YSL?" He asks. She just nods, turning to the mirror and looking at it.

Alejandro loves seeing his wife like this, he turns and saw the black velvet neck stand holding the necklace, she bought.

"Ohh~ so that was the 25 million dollar purchase," he points to the necklace.

"Yeah."

"It's pretty." He says, taking a sip from his glass and looking back at her.

"I know, he said it was new and I was technically the first person to wear it," she says sounding excited which made Alejandro smile.

Alejandro placed his glass down and grabbed the necklace off the stand and walked up behind Y/n. Moving it to the front of her neck and clasping it. He stares at her in the mirror.

"It suits you perfectly, mi amor," he kisses her neck and held her against his chest.

"A-Alejandro...I'm not done."

"You still have more?" He asks.

"I bought a lot," she says, with an innocent smile on her face.

"Alright, show me more," he smirks as she walks to her walk-in closet, her door slightly opened and he could see her half naked body.

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10:00PM

Y/n and Alejandro were going to an expensive dinner tonight, she was wearing her new dress and new YSL shoes with a new Prada bag and of course that necklace she bought. Alejandro held her hand as they walked in, they were immediately sat because of the restaurant knowing who they both were.

Alejandro and his gorgeously stunning wife.

He sits her down first before going to his chair across from her, they were given a wine menu but Alejandro ordered them a bottle of King Louis XIII, one of the most expensive bottles they have, it reaches to $23,000.

"Do you know what you want?" Alejandro asked.

"I think I'll switch it up tonight from lobster to maybe a beef wellington?"

"A wellington? Normally you don't get it."

"I know, but like I said switching it up," she gives him a soft smile.

"Here is your wine, now what can I get started for you both?" The waiter asked.

"I'll take Kobe beef, they way I like it." Alejandro started.

"Of course, you miss?"

"Could I have bluefin tuna?"

"Of course, now I will be right back," he says.

"Bluefin?"

"Is that okay?"

"Of course, mi amor," he holds her hand and kissed her knuckles.

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A few Hours Later

Alejandro and Y/n talked, drink, and ate their dinner and now Alejandro and Y/n were heading down the street just for some ice cream, an expensive dinner with cheap ice cream to fill them up.

It was always something they both did after eating at the restaurant was to eat dinner and go down the road for some ice cream.

It was mainly because Alejandro would treat his wife to everything she could ask for, and when they first met Y/n didn't come from money so the expensive date use to overwhelm her and then afterwards she showed him to an ice cream parlor she came to a lot when she was a little girl.

And to bring back memories and recreate their own Alejandro made it possible for her and in hopes one day they can still do it when they have kids and get older together.

Alejandro and Y/n sat on a metal bench enjoying their ice cream, she snuggled into his side, his hand hand holding his cone and the other resting on her hip.

"Did you like the dinner?" She nods.

"I like dessert better." She smiles up at him.

"One day, I hope we will come here with our kids and when we grow old and gray we will still come here," he says, looking down at her.

"Of course we will, Alejandro," she leans up and kisses his lips.

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[baby-alien11]

Variety Nepo Babies on Nepo Babies (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

First of all, I have to give credits to @gabbylovesreading and @nikfigueiredo because they were the first I told this idea and the other one, and they also gave ideas that became reallity, so I have to give them their flowers

taglist (open): @volturi-girl-imagines @dessxoxsworld @camiesully @ethanlandryluver @nowitsmissing @aliciacat20 @gabbylovesreading @nikfigueiredo @itsaaliyah2

a/n: set between the Suzuka and Shangai GP

When Variety came to you to the idea of the first Nepo Babies encounter at the same style of the Actors on Actors you were surprised because you thought they would go with more famous nepo babies, but when they told you that they wanted to go with emerging and not so looked people you liked the idea

And because they wanted to do it a bit different than the Actors on Actors, a small activity of exchanging gifts with the person you're paired was going to be held, so when they told you who you'd be paired with, you went hands on to make a good and homemade present, specially because you were a fan of them

When the day of the interview arrived, you picked your own outfit, which was a mint long sleeve corset top, a black Prada skirt, black heels, with your initial necklace, star earrings, golden rings, your nails painted black, your hair in a high bun, glittery eyeshadow and gloss, and also prepearing your bag with your things for the day and the gift box

"Well, sweet baby Tatum, wish me luck", you sighed looking at your cat, who was no longer a small tiny baby, who was cuddling in your cherry blossom pillow even though her shark bed was next to it, "I can't believe I'm meeting one of my favorite drivers today, I wish I could take you with me"

Taking your things, you went downstairs and to where your car was parked to put everything in the back, before approaching the garage where your dad was working on pieces of furniture for your brother

"Hey dad", you called him at what he stopped what was he doing

"Hey tornado, you look good, love the outfit"

"Thank you, I just wanted to let you know that I'm leaving for the interview, and Tatum already had her breakfast, in case she asks for more"

"Her next meal would be until lunch, don't worry", Skeet laughed, "By the way, if it's possible, can you ask for a Logan Sargeant autograph?"

"I'll do my best", you laughed

Taking advantage of the nice weather of LA, you debated to go without the roof but then you thought that for the sake of your hair the best option was with the roof on

Almost at the middle of the road, your phone that was connected to the car started to ring with a call from Jack, at what you pressed the green button

"Hey babe", you exclaimed, "How's filming?"

"Hey gorgeous, it's going great", Jack responded, "They're asking when you're returning to the set"

"If I don't need to go to Variety tomorrow, then it is"

"Are you going to the interview right now?"

"Yeah, I'm excited and nervous, this is like the second formal-in a set interview that I'm doing, and with one of my favorite drivers"

"You're going to do amazing, you're amazing"

"Stop, you're going to make me cry"

"I'm not saying anything that isn't true"

"I truly, really love you"

"And I truly, really love you even more"

The conversation lasted almost during the entire trip until he had to go back to film; arriving at the offices of Variety, you pulled your ID on the security stand so they let you in

Once they let you in into the property, you drove towards the private parking lot where you spotted a space with your name on it, and after turning off your car, you took your things out of your car to walk to the entrance where an intern was there to help you with your things

"We're so happy that you accepted to join the first edition of this new project", the intern exclaimed, "And I'm a fan of you"

"Really? Thank you so much, I really appreciate it"

"Actually, I volunteer to come to get you when the security anounced you were here"

"Oh, that's nice, and you're also very nice"

Once you reached the floor where the set was ready for the interview, the intern led you to a small lounge area while the interview started, not before leaving the gift box on the small table next where your asigned seat was

A few minutes after you arrived, you heard people saying that your interview partner had arrived, at what you quit your attention of your phone and stand up from the two-seat sofa to properly greet him

"And this is your interview partner", the director said stopping in front of you, "Max this is Y/N Ulrich, Y/N this is Max Verstappen"

"Hi, nice to meet you"

"Nice to meet you to, I'm a big fan"

"Okay, we have a few minutes until the interview starts, so we can talk about how is this going to work, please, have a seat", taking the seat you were previously using with Max sitting next to you and the director sitting in front with a tablet in her hands, "First we're doing the interview, there won't be a script but the topics we will like for you to talk are what is like to be childs of famous people, what are you doing in your profesional life, dealing with hate, and then any random topics you want, but we want it to be the most natural and fluent conversation possible, and also the gift exchange we'll like it to be at the start or finish; then we'll have an hour and a half break for lunch, and then we'll return to do some videos and photos for social media and teasers, we hope to get everything ready this day, but if it isn't, we'll do it tomorrow, Max, we hope that it doesn't interrupt your race weekend schedule"

"I don't think so, we have like another week before the next one, so I'm free", Max shrugged

"Perfect, Y/N, how about you?"

"My schedule is also free"

"Perfect, we'll let you know when we start, meanwhile you can get to know each other"

"So, you are a Formula 1 fan?", Max asked you once the director left

"Yes, I've been a fan since a few years ago", you nodded, "You are one of my favorite drivers, actually"

"Oh, really? Who are the others?"

"Top of the list is Checo, and then I have a long list"

"What about teams?"

"Red Bull at the top, along with Ferrari and Mercedes"

"Give me five", Max said at what you laughed doing it

"And I also dragged my boyfriend into this F1 world, his teams are Red Bull, Ferrari and McLaren, even though what happened"

Seeing Max's confused face, you unlocked your phone and went to Instagram dms to search for that chat until you found the un-answered texts and passed him your phone, and noticing he read the whole thing when his eyes went wide and the way he left his Red Bull can in the center table to cover his mouth

"No fucking way he did this", Max almost exclaimed reading it again

"He did, two days after my eighteen birthday"

"This is so embarrassing, I can't believe he actually send this"

"That's why I left him on read, and the funny thing is that I met my boyfriend a few weeks after"

"I would also left him on read, honestly, this is the most embarrasing message I've ever read"

"Dude, every person that I told and shown the message to, ends up laughing and dying of cringe"

"When lunch arrives, can we show this to the others?", Max asked, "Carlos, Lance and Mick are also here, their interviews were a few days ago but they're here"

"Sure, no problem", you nodded, "Hey, have you heard the audio from '2Fast 2Furious'?"

When the director anounced that the filming was about to start, you grabbed a can of Watermelon Red Bull (Max and his team argued it was for the sponsorship) and walked towards your armchair to leave your can at the center table and return to the edge of the set to stand next to Max, while the hair and make up people fixed your look

"Action!", the director screamed

Given the signal, both of you walked towards your respective armchairs to sit

"What's up Suki?", Max said

"What's up bullet?", you responded

Almost when you finished your part, both of you started laughing, what continued for a few seconds until it died

"Hello, I'm Max Verstappen, F1 driver for Oracle Red Bull Racing and three-times World Champion, son of Jos Verstappen, former F1 driver, and Sophie Kumpen, former karting driver"

"Hi, I'm Y/N Ulrich, content creator for social media, VFX make up artist in the making, part-time model, and former high school theatre actress, youngest daughter of Skeet Ulrich, actor best known for being Billy Loomis in Scream, and Georgina Cates, best known for Clay Pigeons and profesional photographer"

"Wow, you really do a lot"

"I mean, I know that VFX make up is what I want to do in my life, but while I continue to preppare for that world, I'm also doing things that I love like fashion and sharing bits of my life with the people, what about you, did you did sidequests before becoming the F1 star that you are today?"

"In total honesty, no, since the moment I could walk my dad put me in the kart, and all was train day and night, and then participating in karting competitions, and win first place in everything"

"What would happen if you got second or under?"

"Well, one time he left me on a gas station in the middle of nowhere", Max responded while laughing

"Hold on, your dad did what?", you exclaimed in shock

"Yeah, we were leaving a race which was bad for me, and I couldn't stop talking even if he told me to, so he stopped, told me to get out, so I did, and then he drove off"

"How long you were there?"

"Not so long, my mom was in another car so she picked me up", Max explained but you were still in shock, "Anyways, how about your relationship with your dad?"

"It is good, I'm the youngest child and I was born in the middle of the divorce, but like, mom and dad ended up good for the sake of me and my siblings, and like everything we wanted to try, they have been a great support for me and my siblings, for example, my sister Naiia is an actress and has had a lot of prepparation for the industry, my brother Jakob is also an actor but is more interested in motorsports, because we have background on it"

"Really? How?"

"Yeah, our grandfather is D.K. Ulrich who is a former NASCAR driver, and our uncle is Ricky Rudd also a NASCAR driver, so Jakob is more focused on that side of the family, and there's me who collected everything"

"And how started your interest for the VFX thing?"

"It all goes back to the reason of this tattoo", you said lifting your left hand, "So, since an early age I had the curiosity of the making of movies and series, like when I saw the Scream saga with dad I was asking a lot of questions about how they did everything, and a few years later in the set of Riverdale, it started with the fake Southside Serpents tattoos, and it became my life goal when at the end of season two, there's a scene where Cole Sprouse's character appears absolutely beaten up, and I helped doing the entire make up with the guide of the make up artists, and that was the beggining"

"So basically everytime you look at your tattoo you remember your starts"

"Exactly, and dad has helped me with my classes, getting in touch with people who've worked in several films, and also getting my first job at Halloween Horror Nights, and I'm not going to deny that he has helped me a lot, I'm not going to deny my privileges"

"Yeah, there's no sense in deny that we have very famous last names and that gave us certain benefits above the others, but that doesn't mean we have to be lazy"

"Yes! You get it! I mean, people often think that we don't have to put any effort, that we're only here because of our parents, but I think we have to prove that we deserve to be here, we have to work hard as the others because life is not easy, and specially as a woman in any industry"

"I agree with that, I mean F1 is including women little by little in the teams and with the F1 Academy, but there's a lot to improve"

"Exactly, queen Susie Wolff has been doing an amazing job with the F1 Academy, but there's need to be the guarantee that women will feel safe working in any type of motorsport, or any industry"

"And what would you suggest for us men to help to create safer space?"

"Deconstruct, learn, hear their experiences, don't invalidate their feelings, and that's only the tip of the iceberg"

"Now that we entered this kind of topics, how do you deal with hate?"

"Oh dude", you sighed taking a sip of your drink, "It depends, the first times I was like 'why they're hating? I haven't done anything wrong' but there was still a part of me affected by that, also another influencers said some mean things, but my breaking point was when after Scream VI I found some tweets questioning my relationship with Jack, acussing us of having a PR relationship because of the movie, calling me fake, that I was doing it for fame, that's how nepo babies are, and my high school mean girl wrote that last one, and I told my dad but he was leaving for a convention that day so he left me at my boyfriend's house, he was filming and his mom was in the town for the weekend, and I also told him when we talked later and he posted an statement that kind of calmed the waters, but until this day there a few comments under my posts, but as Taylor Swift said 'haters gonna hate hate hate hate, and I'm just gonna shake shake shake shake, shake it off"

"Oh, I like that song"

"I know, it's so good, you should listen to her other songs"

"What songs would you recommend?"

"I'm going to take in count that Penelope lives with you and Kelly, I love that little girl, and I'm going to recommend Fearless and Speak Now, I feel like those are the best albums to get introduce to her music because they're the first ones along with debut, and then you can continue with the rest of the albums"

"Thank you so much, I'll definately check it out"

"Sooner than you know, you'll be in the race car singing 'Getaway Car'", you joked, "And I feel like I also have to ask you how you deal with hate"

"Well, we also get a lot of hate we have to deal with everyday, but once you start to win it gets worse like people will criticize everything, and more if you start at seventeen like I did, from the way you drive, your attitudes, who you're dating, the way you interact with your teammate or any of the other drivers, people booing when you are in the podium, you just need to learn to block them and focus on your race, do your best and try to win and have points"

"I only have one thing to criticize you, and that's the skinny jeans"

"What's wrong with them?"

"Every picture of you arriving at the paddock is wearing the same skinny jeans, with the same team shirt, I even bet that your closet is only that", you said before turning to look at the camera, "Kelly, if you're seeing this, please post a picture of his side of the closet, I love you, thank you"

"Listen, I'm trying to use different clothes, but I feel comfortable wearing that to the paddock"

"And there's nothing wrong with that"

"Maybe I'll start wearing some things from the new Red Bull collection"

"Oh yeah, I saw some of the pieces, they're really cool"

"By the way, when we were talking backstage we talked about two things"

"Oh my God", you laughed

"You said that you are a fan and have multiple favorite drivers, who are they?"

"I thought you were going to say about the other thing", you sighed, "Yeah, Checo, you, Lewis, Seb, Michael and Mick, Pierre, Doriane Pin, Abby Pulling, Niki Lauda, Albon, Yuki, queen Susie Wolff, Carlos, Charles and I have extreme admiration for Romain Grosjean for getting out of the car on fire, and continue in the world of motorsport"

"That was a moment for the history books of F1"

"He became a legend in the sport, and I got to admit that I giggled when I saw the photo he posted this year at the Bahrein circuit", you admited, "What about horror movies, which are your favorites?"

"Which is the one you're in?"

"Scream VI"

"That's my favorite"

"You don't like horror movies, don't you?"

"No"

Laughing because of that, both of you saw the director with a sign that read '10 minutes left', which meant that the only thing left was the gifts

"Okay guys, unfortunately we have to end this interview, but we have a last thing to do", you said

"Yeah, we have a gift exchange", Max continued

Taking the boxes from next to the armchairs, both of you exchanged the gifts leaving them in the center table, and after three rounds of rock, paper, scissors, Max was the first to open the box

"Let's see what we got here, the packaging is nice, by the way", Max said leaving the top of the box on the table, "First we have a box of cookies"

"I made them myself, the flavors are oat with cranberrys, salted caramel, strawberry cheesecake and chocolate chips"

"You made them?", Max asked at what you nodded, "That's awesome, thank you, there's also bracelets"

"Friendship braceletes, my boyfriend help me to do them, there's five for you, five for Kelly and five for Penelope"

"I feel like you like giving gifts"

"I feel like it's one of the best ways to show people how much you appreciate them, so yeah"

"There's also cats toys, Jimmy and Sassy will appreciate this, and last a Ghostface mask in a crystal box"

"And it's signed, by my dad, Matthew Lilliard, Melissa Barrera, Jenna Ortega, Jack Champion, Liana Liberato, Jasmin Savoy Brown, Mason Gooding, Dermot Mulroney and me"

"This is amazing, it's really cool, thank you very much"

"It's nothing", you shrugged, "Well, I guess it's my turn"

Getting closer to the box, you lifted the top of the box to leave it to the side, first getting out a clear bag of waffle style cookies

"Those are stroopwafels, they are typical of Netherlands, they have caramel in the middle"

"I'm not going to share this with anyone in my house", you joked taking the next item of the box which was a Red Bull light blue hoodie and a red one, along with two of the new caps, "I love this"

"One is for you and one for your boyfriend, I did my research", Max pointed, "Kelly also put a small gift"

Finding it, you pulled a box full of N°1 Hairpins from Fiona Franchimon in all the avaliable colors

"These are gorgeous", you said admiring them and grabbing one of the yellow gold ones and putting it in your hairstyle, "Can someone please tell me if I put it correctly?"

Almost running, one of the people of hair and make up aproach to you fixing it a little before returning to behind the cameras

"Thank you", you exclaimed, "Okay, let's see what's next"

Rumaging through the next item, you grabbed a mini helmet which was the one that Max used in Qatar 2023, and it was signed by him, the last item was a black box with the F1 and Red Bull Racing logos, that the moment you opened it, you almost felt like crying

"Is this real?"

"Yeah, very much real"

"This is amazing, thank you so much, I really appreciate it"

Once the interview ended and the crew took a few photos, both of you went to the guests cafeteria, where the only people in there were the other three drivers occuping a table, so after grabbing lunch from the buffet, both of you went to sit at the table

"Hey guys, this is Y/N, my interview partner", Max greeted while sitting

"Hi everyone, is nice to meet you all", you smiled feeling a bit starstruck, "By the way, Carlos, how are you after the surgery?"

"I'm good, thanks for asking", Carlos responded, "It was bit difficult the recovery, but everything's fine"

"You literally walked into the paddock not even 24 hours after the surgery", Lance pointed

"Says the one who went to race two weeks after a bicycle accident and surgery", Carlos returned, "At least I didn't race, I was helping with strategies, Charles ended up in the podium and Ollie with points"

"Also congratulations on your win on Australia", you added

"Y/N, is your first time talking with F1 drivers?", Mick asked

"Something like that", you sighed getting out your phone to enter Instagram dms, "Two days after my eighteen birthday I got a message from one of the youngest drivers, trigger warning, is cringey"

"I'm intrigued, what does it says?", Lance asked

"Hello beautiful, I saw that your birthday was a few days ago, congratulations, I have a few weeks of break during summer, do you want to go out??", you read seeing their faces full of cringe and holding laughs, "I left him on read, and met my boyfriend a few weeks after this"

"This has to be Lando", Carlos concluded, "He's the only one who could send something like this"

"It was Lando", you confirmed showing them your phonescreen

"Not the smirking face emoji", Mick cringed, "You skipped a bullet, in total honesty"

"I know", you nodded

"Can I took a picture of the screen?", Lance asked, "This will be great to blackmail him"

"I have no problem"

"Or even better, sent this to the group chat", Carlos pointed, "I don't care if George kicks us out"

"And the funniest part of this, is that one of my boyfriend favorite teams is McLaren", you added

"Who's your boyfriend?", Lance asked

"Jack Champion, he's an actor", you responded smiling, "He's part of the Avatar movies, Scream VI, which is where we met, Retribution, and soon, Freaky Tales"

"I think his arm is bigger than my head", Mick commented since Lance searched his insta and were watching the boxing video, "How old is he?"

"Nineteen, we're both nineteen, but he has been working out since twelve years old because of Avatar, he plays Spider"

"Please tell us you are going to a Grand Prix", Carlos said, "We need to see Lando's reaction"

"Actually, in the gift exchange, Max gave me All-Access passes for the Monaco Grand Prix, so Jack and I will be there", you nodded, "Of course after clearing our schedules"

Once the time for lunch ended, you and Max returned to the set, where the small living room was gone and a race simulator was there, along with a small photoshoot station and two director chairs

"Okay guys, we're going to do a small photoshoot for promos, a video for promo and the race simulator", the director informed, "We'll start with the photos"

Going to the photoshoot station, they took some individual photos and in pairs, and since you brought your sparkling pink ghostface mask and Max brougth his helmet, they were also included in the photos

Once the photos were done and the production made sure they looked good, the next thing was the video for the promos sitting in the director chairs, and holding cans of Red Bull

"Hello everyone, this is Y/N Ulrich"

"Hi, I'm Max Verstappen"

"And we are proud to be part of the first season of Variety's Nepo Babies on Nepo Babies"

"We had a very deep and fun chat that you'll be able to see before the Miami Grand Prix"

"That's right, our interview will be avaliable on may 1st, so suscribe to the Youtube channel and turn on notifications"

Finishing the video, both of you did a small toast with the cans before drinking from them

"And cut!", the director exclaimed, "That was perfect"

While they configurating the race sim, the people from hair and make up undid your hair so it would be more comfortable but still kept it away from your face using the hairpin

"This is a race simulator, we often use it to test the cars or to play with the F1 videogames, which is what we are going to do, using the f1 2023 videogame", Max explained once the cameras started rolling, "As we can see it has everything essential like one of our cars, and don't worry I'll be your race engineer during this"

Sitting in the seat, you adjusted it and put your hands on the wheel and your feet in the pedals, realising it would be difficult with high heels

"I'm going to take off my heels", you sentenced standing up, "I'll be right back"

Walking to the space where you left your things, you opened your bag to grab a pair of mint ankle socks and removing your heels to put on the socks and return to the set

"What is that?", Max laughed seeing your socks

"Care bear socks", you responded sitting again, "Wish Bear to be specific, okay, what do I do in this game?"

"First we choose the option 'F1 World'", Max instructed at what you did it, "You can choose a team and adjust the car at your comfort, what team are you choosing?"

"Silly season started on February 1st, so I'm taking your seat", you declared choosing the Red Bull car, at what Max looked at the camera in shock, "What's next?"

"Choose a track"

"I'm going to Monaco, it's a classic, what's next?"

"Start the race"

"Please don't scream at me like Charles and Carlos in that video"

"I won't, I promise"

Once the game started, there wasn't a moment of peace between screams of both of you, Max giving instructions and you screaming in axienty and nerves, but fortunately you managed to finish the race without crashing into the walls

"Is this game avaliable for Nintendo Switch? Because it was fun", you sighed

"Yeah, you almost crashed into a wall, but you finished the race", Max pointed, "But almost everyone has had a crash, so don't worry"

"I'll still stick with VFX make up and fashion"

Once the director anounced the end of the day, the Red Bull team took a few photos of both of you, and the director also gave a few words of thanks before everyone started packing, at what you did the same putting your black crocs and the heels in your bag and organizing all of your things

"Hey, Y/N", Max called you at what you turned to look at him, "In the name of all Red Bull we would like to give you a gift"

Watching the person next to him, you saw seven boxes of twenty-four cans of the energy drink of regular flavor, sugarfree, tropical, blueberry, watermelon, coconut-berry and apricot-strawberry

"Wow, thank you so much, I didn't expect it"

"It's nothing, besides, you and your boyfriend will be guests for Monaco"

"And we really apreciate that, again, thank you very much for inviting us"

After exchanging numbers to coordinate the future travel, you started to took your things to go, but for your surprise, four pairs of arms grabbed the gift box and the Red Bull boxes, at what you turned to see the four drivers standing there

"We'll help you carry all this to your car, don't worry", Mick said

"Um, thank you", you nodded grabbing your bag, "By the way, when did you arrive?"

"Like five minutes ago", Lance shrugged

"Come on, hermanita", Carlos exclaimed, "Let's get all of this to your car"

"Did you just called me 'little sister'?", you asked with surprise

"It's because you irradate little sister energy", Carlos explained, "Wait, do you know spanish?"

"A bit, Melissa Barrera is my half fictional sister, so she teached me some words and phrases, only the basic, and some swear words"

Saying goodbye to the director and the crew, all of you went to the direction of the lobby saying goodbye to the receptionist before stepping into the private parking lot seeing your car and a special person leanning against it

"Babe", you exclaimed running towards him

"Hi, gorgeous", Jack smiled hugging you and lifting you a few centimeters from the floor

"Why you didn't told me you were here?", you asked once the hug ended, "I thought you were filming all day"

"They let us go earlier, so I thought it was a good idea to surprise you", Jack explained, "I talked with someone from Variety and mom dropped me here like ten minutes ago"

"Aw"

Interrupting the moment, both of you turned to look at the four drivers standing a few meters apart with the rest of your things

"Holy shit", Jack murmured seeing them

"I know", you nodded, "Guys, this is Jack, my boyfriend"

"Hi, everyone, I'm a big fan", Jack smiled

Unlocking your car, they left the Red Bull cans in the boot space and the gift box in the backseat along with your bag, and then they greeted Jack with the typical "man hug"

"Guys, he kinda looks like Ollie", Carlos said hugging Jack by his shoulders, "But with more muscle"

"Okay, I see the vision", Max nodded

"And he drives a red car", you mentioned

"Are you sure you're not related to him?", Mick asked him as a joke

"Unfortunately not", Jack responded, "But I feel honored to look like him, he is very talented"

"Maybe you'll meet him in Monaco", Mick said, "Ready for that?"

"Yeah, the moment Y/N send me the audio and the photo of the passes, I told James Cameron, Jon Landau and my mom, and fortunately I don't have to film that week", Jack explained

After talking for a few more minutes, both of you had to left, leaving the drivers still in there

"What if we tell everyone except for Lando that they are going to Monaco?", Lance proposed one your car was out of sight

"That is evil", Max oppined, "And a good idea, let's do it"

#baby alien creations #y/n ulrich universe #jack champion #scream #jack champion x reader #jack champion scream #jack champion imagine #jack champion fanfic #formula 1 #jack champion fluff

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Dealing with Dieter Ch1 of Dieter x F!PA!Reader

Summary: You're Dieter Bravo's longest standing PA/Aide and have managed to keep your walls up around him. He's too much of a mess, too arrogant, and too... well, Dieter, for you. But when his behaviours start to change you consider the quiet "what-ifs" you had ignored for so long. A/N: I know little about Hollywood and how it all works (SORRY) Had some fun with this, will be Smutty later on!

Warnings: drug use/abuse, recovery from addiction, sobriety, sexual themes, minors DNI, 18+ only as is my entire blog.

Chapter 1: Don’t Read Lines with Dieter.

Your name is called, no, screamed, across the set and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Elaine, the head of crew management’s voice is like nails on a chalk board as you turn slowly to face her, your fake smile Oscar-worthy as you get ready for yet another lecture on something you were positive wasn’t your fault. The one thing you’d learned over the past year was that being the aide to Dieter somehow meant you had been pegged as everyone’s punching bag.

“Hey Elaine, what’s up?” You ask, trying to keep up the façade as you have places you need to be, Dieter was cranky if he didn’t get his kale and kiwi smoothie by midday.

“Shits hit the fan, Dieter’s been out all night, strung out on whatever he can snort,” Elaine spews the dirty details at you and you try not to roll your eyes, of course Dieter was recovering from a bender, that was kind of his whole personality, “I need you to make sure he’s not OD-ing, and look after him.” Elain spits, as if you were the reason he had gone off the rails.

“That’s my job Elaine, wrangling his drug benders, getting him on set. I know the deal.” You say as politely as your fatigued brain can muster.

“Good, if he’s not on set in an hour you’re responsible.” Elaine snaps before turning away, snapping her Prada heels loudly on the concrete as if to punctuate her statement.

You sigh to yourself as you prep for the entry to Dieter’s lair. His trailer was nothing to look at from the outside but you know, from overexposure, how much Dieter morphed his trailer onto his own personal sanctum.

There was always one rule, something every other aide on set had warned you about, something you had always abided by: Don’t Read Lines with Dieter. You never questioned why, and you dutifully turned him down every time he asked. Your job was almost always about slipping him some dubiously sourced Narcan when shit got too heavy, and getting him out of bed when he was being a brat. So even if you wanted to, you never had the time.

You’d lasted much longer than his previous aides but you just put it down to your resilience, your ability to play by the rules. You’d been Dieter’s aide for almost a year, a record if you listened to the gossip around Hollywood but it didn’t matter. He was a diva, the kind of person you’d always had to deal with in life. You’d even dated a few men like him in your years working in Hollywood, they were all the same.

You trudge over to his trailer and open the door with your key. The miasma of weed and some kind of earthy incense spilling out into the already blistering heat of the day, if you could thank Dieter for one thing, it was breaking your previously unhealthy relationship with weed. The lights are off and you brace yourself for the barrage of insults as you swipe your hand upwards on the bank of switches near the door. The hiss from the bedroom at the other end of the trailer makes you smile to yourself in morbid satisfaction.

The truth is, you think Dieter is a sweetheart deep down, but between the drugs, refusal to get therapy, and the over-inflated ego that came with being one the most popular actors in Hollywood, he was a mess. A mess you were paid to deal with, and you were happy with that reality. Even if you caught yourself fantasising about the beautiful, broken man more often than you’d care to admit.

I get paid to deal with his mess professionally, no money in the world would be enough to deal with him personally.

You think to yourself as you scan the interior of the trailer, you could only describe it as the abode of a swamp-dwelling cryptid with a penchant for Prince and chocolate fudge Pop Tarts. You can’t see any evidence of pills, coke, or LSD tabs on the counters.

But you could have sworn he was getting better at hiding the evidence, ever since you found him six months ago, unresponsive on his bathroom floor. You’d really thought he was dead that time. You’d given him CPR and once he was breathing again you sat with his head in your lap, jeans soaked in the blood that poured from his nose.

You remember telling him how much you were going to kill him when he woke up, how pissed you were he was going to make you lose your job. It was all said without any thought in your mind, other than that he had to be ok and if you berated him, if you could joke and scold him he’d be ok. Right?

The EMTs praised you for keeping him stable and he was out of hospital the next day. You had given him the cold shoulder for days after that, only doing the bare minimum for him until he finally surprised you with a first edition of The Picture of Dorian Grey, which you refused to take, but the gesture alone meant he listened to you when you talked about yourself.

It was then that you first felt something for Dieter, but you forced that feeling deep down, not wanting to get involved with a man like him. You were content to be his aide, and, you hoped, his friend.

You snap out of your thoughts and pick up the gaudy rainbow coloured mosaic ashtray and are surprised to find it is absent of any residue, not even cigarette ash. Now, you’re worried. If he wasn’t sleeping off a bender what was wrong? You wipe your index finger along the grooves and cracks and it comes back spotless.

“Dieter, you ok in there buddy?” You adopt a soft, mothering tone, knowing that he needed that comfort when he’s low, and right now you’re terrified of how far he had spiralled, and what he’d been using to cope.

“No.” The soft moan pulls on your heartstrings, he sounds awful, but he’s lucid, without a hint of a slur to his voice.

“You decent in there? Can I come in?” You ask as you wade through the piles of dirty clothes, empty Pop Tart boxes, and his collection of body pillows. You shake your head, seeing Brendan Fraiser’s charming smile smirk up at you from Dieter’s Rick O’Connell body pillow. You flip it over instinctively only to regret it instantly, the stain on the back of the pillow only too obvious as you roll your eyes.

“I’m dressed, please come in.” He pleads and you pull across the make-shift curtain Dieter always insisted on attaching to every bedroom compartment in every trailer he claimed as his own. This time it was a giant fleece blanket with a giant wolf head emblazoned on it, hanging upside down, because of course it was.

“Dieter, I’ve got Elaine on my ass, you’re needed on set, like an hour ago,” You scold him as you cross the threshold, “What’s going on?” You look down to see Dieter’s handsome face poking out of a mountain of blankets and pillows. His scruffy beard and fluffy hair haloed by a sheet like a little Slavic Grandmother. Well, a Grandmother with black-out designer sunglasses perched on the end of their nose.

“You look pretty today.” Dieter grumbles as he eyes you with glassy, red-rimmed eyes, but unlike him it was clearly from crying, not from being stoned out of his mind.

“You say that everyday Dieter honey.” You respond with a shake of your head, you’re in high-top Vans with a neon orange stripe down the side, loose cargo trousers, and an Iron Maiden t-shirt. Nothing out of the usual, but the way Dieter’s bleary eyes are raking over you, you could swear you were basically naked before him. He was always flirty but this was something else, and you didn’t know how to feel about it.

“I always mean it.” He grumbles and you can’t help but smile at his insolence.

“Alright, so what’s got you so worked up? I’m going to lose my job if you don’t get it together man.” You say softly as you sit on the base of the bed. The weed smell is stronger here but you catch a hint of the cherry blossom and strawberry gel you used. Dieter had stolen it from your overnight bag, again, you sigh as you realise and give him a look that could wither even the hardest men to dust. But Dieter just grins at you.

“I’m just sad Princesa,” God, you hated it when he called you that, “Anika’s got a new boyfriend, and she’s happy.” He sighs dramatically as he snakes a hand out of the many holds of his blanket mound before patting the bed next to him, encouraging you to move closer.

“Dieter come on, I don’t have time for this.” You protest, folding your arms over your chest as you stare him down. He returns the glare with his most charming smile, looking at you over his shades.

“Please, I just need five minutes, that’s all Princesa.” His doe eyes are killer and if it were any other day, if he had been stoned or comatose, or in need of physical assistance you’d have done what needed to be done and moved on with your day. But the vulnerability, the sober look on his face assaulted your well-constructed walls, leaving a hairline fracture, a weak point that you knew very well he could exploit.

You scoot ever so slightly closer, turning to sit perpendicular to him, your body facing the Prince poster on his wall, you feel his eyes burning a hole into your temple as you refuse to make eye contact.

“Fine, be like that, I’m going back to watching TikTok’s in my cocoon.” Dieter huffs and you turn just to see him vanish back into the sheets.

“Oh no you fucking don’t!” You growl as you tug at the edge of the closest blanket but it doesn’t shift. You huff in frustration as you try again but to no avail. Then you hear it, the childish giggle from deep within the sheets. He was enjoying this, of course he was. But you can’t help but feel the flutter of nervous energy in your stomach, you’d seen Dieter in all stages of stoned, every measure of undress, but this was different. Right now he’s lucid and you weren’t putting him in the recovery position to stop him choking on his own vomit, or pulling him out of the bath so he wouldn’t drown.

“Dieter if you don’t come out in five seconds I’ll call Travis and he’ll haul your ass out of here.” You threaten, Travis hated Dieter with a passion, he had lost a tooth and broken multiple ribs wrangling the Oscar-winning man-child. But you didn’t want to, not at all. If you had to call him in you’d owe him one and Dieter wouldn’t talk to you for weeks. Neither of which was appealing but you would do what you had to for the sake of your career.  

“No, you won’t, you’ll have to go on another mind-numbing date with him if you do.” Dieter says and you can hear the smirk in his voice through the blankets and you sigh, knowing that whatever you were going to do was going to cost you, it was just a matter of which man you would owe.

“What do I have to do to get you out on set?” You ask, defeat colouring your tone as you check your phone, you’d already wasted twenty minutes and Elaine had sent you three voice messages in that time.

Why can’t she just text like a normal person?

You ask yourself as you lock your phone and turn it back over on the bed next to you.

“Go to dinner with me.” He says as you feel the bed shift under you, Dieter’s head pokes back out of the blankets and you turn to glare at him. Somehow his shades are still perfectly placed, as if they were truly part of his face.

“No.” You refuse, you very much believed in don’t shit where you eat and Dieter, as much as you would have secretly killed to go to dinner with him, was no exception.

“A movie?” He persists and you try not to crack a smile at the way his cheek is dimpling as he grins at you.

“I hate theaters, so pass.” You grumble but you feel the tension building in your gut as you try not to fall for his tricks.

He’s a womanizer, he’s trying to get back at Anika, he just wants to use you.

“We could watch it in here, I’ve got an iPad and snacks.” He says with a suggestive waggle of his thick brows. It’s cheesy but you can’t help but smile.

“I am not spending multiple hours in your trailer with you Dieter, I might die of second-hand weed exposure.” You argue and Dieter laughs softly at that.

“That isn’t a thing Princesa,” He says with a pout and you find yourself fixating on the way his lips look so plush, so kissable, you blink and turn away, heat spreading up the column of your neck, “Fine, how about a kiss.” He purrs and your face explodes in heat as you snap your head to look back at him.

“That’s it, I’m getting Travis, fucking asshole.” You spit as you spring from the bed, whipping past the stupid wolf blanket, tears of frustration wetting your cheeks as you feel the sting of shame deep in your chest. You didn’t like being played the fool, especially by a man like Dieter. Especially by Dieter.

“Hey!” Dieter calls from his cocoon and you hear him swearing in Spanish as he tries to untangle himself.

You reach the door to the trailer and you’re ripping it open as a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back from the steps as you feel the warm press of Dieter’s chest on your back. His nose is buried in your hair just behind your left ear. You stifle a moan at the way his breath ghosts your skin, at how his arms cage you against him.

You can smell the cherry blossom and strawberry shower gel on his skin, mixed with the musk and rich, earthy smell that simply is Dieter. You’re loath to admit makes you weak at the knees. You’d put up every wall, every boundary in your mind to stop this from happening. The door clicks loudly in your ears as it closes, your heart is in your throat as you try to wrestle the sensible part of your brain to the front of your mind. But it’s a distant whisper now, all you can think of is how much you want to kiss Dieter, to let him fuck you until you screamed like all the other girls you’d heard him with over the last year.

“Dieter,” Your voice is a hoarse scratch in the back of your throat as you put your hands on his arms, pressing lightly against his firm grip, “Let me go, I’m going to lose my job if you don’t.”

Dieter doesn’t say anything, instead his lips find your neck and you can’t stop yourself from whining at the soft, chaste press of his lips as he hums just behind the shell of your ear. Then his grip loosens, releasing you as his lips leave your skin. You gasp at the loss of sensation and spin to look at him, his eyes are soft as he looks down at you.

“The fuck was that?” You demand, you shove him with both hands and he stumbles back but it’s controlled, like he expected it.

“I got my kiss, now, I’m going to do my job.” He says softly as he slips past you, his body brushing yours as you feel like you’ve been struck by lightning. You stand there, dumbstruck as he closes the trailer door behind him and you’re left, furious at yourself, at Dieter, at everything and everyone in the whole goddamn world.

But most of all, you’re so turned on, so wound up by the simple kiss, the way he held you, inhaling you like a delicate flower. You slam your fist against the wall behind you in frustration before storming out of the trailer.

*

One Week Later

It’s Friday night and you’re sat at the bar in The Burgundy Room. You’re waiting for Jason, the man who had gotten you the Dieter gig in the first place. You scroll through your Instagram feed without much care, liking your mom’s photo of her new kitten, your friend from high school’s pregnancy announcement. But you aren’t really paying attention, you’re just trying to stop yourself from aimlessly scrolling through Dieter’s profile for the fourth time in twenty minutes.

Dieter had been on his best behaviour all week, so well behaved that your job had almost become obsolete. He went out for a run in the mornings, picked up his own smoothie, went to bed at a sensible hour, didn’t snort, drink, or smoke himself into oblivion. Elaine even commended you for your hard work.

Yet it all felt hollow, you should be pleased, thrilled even, to have achieved such a feat. But you were miserable. Dieter hadn’t so much as looked at you, even when you were handing him revised scripts, press junket info, even his goddamned lunch. He just took it from you at the door and every time he would thank you with his shades hiding his eyes from you before locking the trailer door behind him.

“Bitch it’s Friday night why are you looking so glum?” Jason’s very LA, very gay, soprano lilt snaps you out of the hole you’d been boring into the varnished wood of the bar with your gaze. He’s dressed in a deep red short sleeve shirt, unbuttoned just so you could see the dark hair creeping across his chest, his tight jeans left little to the imagination and you smiled at the beautifully made-up face you only hoped to aspire too. He was a make-up artist after all.

“Me? Glum? Never!” You retort with a broad smile already forming on your lips as you stand to pull Jason into a tight hug. He smells of expensive cologne and you wrinkle your nose at how strong it is.

“Please, you’re the most boring bisexual I know, it’s why I thought you’d be good with Dieter.” Jason huffs as he waves to the bartender to get his attention.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You glower at him playfully, retaking your seat as you notice a notification on your phone.

Dieter Bravo (@DiertyBiatch) has started a live video.

You roll your eyes and tuck your phone back into your purse on the bar, returning your attention to Jason.

“As I was saying,” He raises an eyebrow at you judgingly, clearly having seen the notification before you stowed your phone, “If anyone can stick around Dieter and not fall onto his giant dick, it’s you.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question.” You grumble, heat spreading to your cheekbones as you try not to think about Dieter’s giant dick.

“Anyway, you’re looking fucking hot, love the dress on you, you should wear dresses more often.” Jason says with a smile, clearly not willing to elaborate on his comment about you being a boring bisexual. You shake your head and smooth down the sleek black dress over your thighs. The neckline was scandalous and your heels taller than you’d usually wear but you were miserable and dressing up was a sure-fire way to get you in a better mood.

“I just wanted to feel good, it’s been a rough week.” You grumble, trying not to give too much away, Jason, as much as you love him, is a gossip.

“Come on spill, you can’t just say that and not tell me more.” He gushes as the bartender arrives.

“Two beers please, thanks.” Jason says without looking at the young man behind the bar, who promptly rolls his eyes before disappearing back along the bar.

“I’m worried about Dieter.” You say softly as you feel your phone vibrate in your purse but you ignore it, taking the beer from the bartender as it arrives before handing him a larger than needed tip. As you dip your wallet back into your purse you feel the vibrations again, and again. But you ignore it once more, wanting to get this off your chest with Jason.

“Ok? Isn’t that kind of your job?” Jason asks with a shrug, brow furrowed in concern as he tries to figure out what the problem is.

“Well, that’s kind of it, he’s not needed my help, he’s weirdly functional.” You say as you gulp down the pilsner, the bitter malty liquid a cool reprieve in the California heat.

“On drugs functional or ‘functional’ functional?” Jason asks making air quotes with his hands, his phone vibrates on the bar and it’s your turn to frown but you continue.

“I think he’s been sober, like, actually sober for at least a week, and he’s basically ignoring me.” You say with a shrug, it bothered you how much you missed him.

“And that’s a bad thing?” He asks, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well, no, but…” You trail off not wanting to admit you missed him.

“You’re not bothered about the sober bit, but the ignoring you bit?” Jason says with a knowing smile.

“Something like that.” You groan, but before Jason can say another word both your phones blow up with vibrations too frequent to ignore now.

“What the hell?” You say in unison as you meet eyes and laugh.

“It’s not an emergency alert.” You remark as you look around the bar to see the other patrons getting on with their night.

“Oh shit, check your Insta.” Jason gasps as he begins frantically scrolling.

“What? Why?” You ask as you pull out your phone, your notifications are at the limit, with your phone display simply showing you 99+ Notifications for your personal Instagram account, the private one you only used for friends and family, not your professional one you use for work.

“What the f-?” You start as you open up the live video Dieter was putting out.

“So there you have it, ladies, gents, those who don’t conform to gender’s bullshit norms, I’m off the market. Have a great night and sleep well my Dierty Biatches!” Dieter signs off and you look at Jason in horror.

“You don’t think-?” You ask, petrified of finishing the question.

“Oh shit, he’s tagged your private profile in the comments, and scrubbing back through the video he mentions you by name.” Jason’s eyes are wide as he continues to scroll through the comments.

“Shit.” You don’t know what else to say, you’re in shock.

“What are you going to do?”

“Nothing,” You say as you herald the bartender once more, turning your phone off and stuffing it into your bag, “You meeting anyone tonight Jason? Because I want to get drunk.”

“Say no more, let’s go get wasted.”

*

“Dieter! Dieter fucking Bravo!” You bellow, smacking your broken right heel against his trailer door, not caring who else on set could hear you. Most of the other actors stayed in hotels over night anyway, it was just Dieter who lived in his trailer. You couldn’t remember how you’d broken your shoe, but it made for an excellent percussive tool.

You stumble backwards and pull your phone out of your purse, trying to remember how you got here. Your mind swirls with a noxious cocktail of too many mixed drinks as you turn it back on, forgetting already why you wanted to check it in the first place. You tap your foot impatiently as you wait for Dieter to come out, and for your phone to come back to life.

“I’m coming in!” You yell, fumbling with your keys, giggling as you sway back and forth as you try and remember which one to use. By some miracle you get it first time and burst into the trailer with about as much grace as a newborn giraffe. You stumble about in the darkness for a moment before swiping your hand up sloppily on the bank of light switches. You manage to get all but the bedroom light. You count that as a success as you trip up the stairs.

You stumble through the trailer, trying to be quiet in the way drunk people always do, and as a result, you’re like a frightened deer crashing through the length of the main body. You giggle as you fall into the kitchenette counter and knock over a glass. You hear Dieter stir in his bedroom and slap your hand over your mouth, supressing the chuckle bubbling in the back of your throat.

“Dieter?” You whisper, although it comes out as a loud, strained hiss, as you approach the wolf fleece, but he doesn’t stir again. You peel the curtain back slowly, peeking your face through into the dark bedroom beyond.

“Dieeeeter!” You say, louder this time and you watch as the dark mound of bedsheets and body pillows shifts in front of you. Dieter groans sleepily and you try to ignore the way it makes you feel, arousal pooling in your belly, tingling up your spine as you try and stay focused.

“Princesa?” Dieter mumbles sleepily and you clamp your mouth shut, denying the whimper that threatened to slip your lips.

“Dieter are you awake?” You ask, still clinging to the giant wolf headed fleece, not willing to cross the threshold yet.

“No Princesa, I’m obviously dreaming, because you’re here, after ignoring me all night, and you’re clearly drunk. None of this feels like reality.” He grumbles sarcastically and you squint as he turns of his bedside salt-lamp. The light isn’t bright enough to hurt your eyes but it’s a shock after the gloom of the bedroom.

Dieter sits there, back against the headboard as he looks at you over his sunglasses. His torso is bare and you blush as you realise he’s just wearing a pair of loose grey boxers. His hair is its usual tousled mess as he regards you with an amused smirk.

“Fuck what am I doing?” You ask yourself as you have enough presence of mind to break through the drunkenness and realise you’re literally salivating over Dieter. Your boss.

“I don’t know, you tell me,” Dieter challenges you with a tilt of his head, gesturing to the bed next to him, “Don’t worry Princesa, I won’t bite.”

What if I want you to?

You think to yourself with a smile and look at Dieter’s curious eyes as you realise how much you loved it when he looked over his glasses at you, like he was really looking at you, no filtered glass, no walls. You ditch your purse and shoes at the foot of his bed and crawl onto the bed, trying, and failing miserably, to maintain some semblance of grace. You settle next to him, parallel to his thighs as you kneel on the bed next to him.

“So what do you want from me at,” Dieter pauses to check his phone for the time, “Two in the morning?” You watch his lips as he smirks at you, trying to ignore the urge to just straddle him and get it over and done with. Then a small voice in the back of your mind tells you to abort, to go home and sober up. This was a bad idea, on so many levels.

“Fuck is it really that late? I should go home, fuck I’m sorry.” You panic, already trying to scramble off the bed as Dieter takes you by the wrist, stopping your retreat. You don’t fight it, turning back towards him slowly as you see the sadness in his eyes. Your heart hitches in your chest and you flop back down on the bed. As Dieter lets your wrist go, pulling his hand back to his lap, you stop him, snatching his hand in yours and lacing your fingers together.

“I’m sorry Princesa, I’ve fucked up haven’t I?” Dieter asks as he squeezes your hand softly.

“No more than me.” You say as you rub your thumb over his knuckles, every touch sends a jolt of electricity through your veins as you try to concentrate.

”What have you done Princesa?” Dieter asks you with a stern look as he brings his knees up to his chest, resting his chin on them as he looks at you with those deep brown eyes.

“I should have got in touch with you, after the video, I turned my phone off, I was…” You trail off, unable to finish your sentence as embarrassment warms your cheeks.

“You were? What? Reasonably freaked out by my publicity stunt? Angry with me for being such an idiot?”

“You’re not an idiot Dieter-,” You begin but he cuts you off.

“Don’t start lying to me now Princesa, I’ve always respected your honesty, even when it hurts.”  

“You’re not,” You insist, you scoot closer to him again, this time your knee brushes his ankle and you both smile at the contact, “You may have been a little heavy handed, but an idiot? Nah, that’s the Dieter that takes too many weed gummies and passes out on the beach in nothing but your swim trunks.”

“I had such bad heatstroke that day I thought I was going to die.” Dieter chuckles at the memory and you feel the warmth flutter inside your chest at the sound.

“I’m just scared of what this will all mean, I don’t want to be looking after you if we’re going to do… this.” You say, gesturing with your free hand between you both.

“So, I guess you didn’t actually watch the video then?” Dieter says as he rolls his eyes dramatically before leaning back and opening the nightstand drawer.

“Dieter.” You warn, already trying to figure out what he was up to.

“Relax, it’s only this.” He says, handing you a small chip that you recognise immediately as a sobriety chip.

“You’re sober?” You ask as you turn it over in your hand, it’s a thirty-day chip and things slide into place. He’d not OD’d in a while, his behaviour when you thought he was strung out. None of it was his normal drug-induced maladies. It was him getting sober.

“Narcotics and other pills yeah, I still smoke a little weed and I’m drinking much less, but haven’t stopped that completely.” Dieter says with a shrug and you see the corners of his eyes crinkle at the edges as he smiles up at you.

“That’s amazing Dieter, I’m so proud of you!” You say, gripping the coin tightly in your hand as your heart swells with joy.

“All for you Princesa, wanted to get my shit together. For you.” You sit, open-mouthed at his words, trying to find the right thing to say.

“Dieter, I don’t understand? Why for me?” You ask, still not quite lucid enough to really believe what you think he’s saying.

“Because,” He says softly, taking the coin from your hand before replacing it with his large, warm hand, “I want to be better, I want to be worthy of you, I need to be.”

“Dieter, I’m drunk,” You protest, his words burn inside you, roaring through you like a wildfire, “I can’t make any decisions right now.” You fumble, registering that you weren’t lucid enough to throw yourself into his arms, but you know that you will want it in the morning. You’ve wanted it for so long, but you want to do it right.

“Of course, I wasn’t expecting to have this conversation with you until tomorrow, but well, you started banging on my door and I couldn’t just send you home in an Uber like this.” He teases and your lips twist into a smile as you pull your left hand from his and bat him playfully on the shoulder.

“I’m not that drunk,” You say, convincing neither of you, as you glower at him, “But I appreciate that, thank you Dieter.” You say softly as you rest your hand on his thigh.

“Stay the night?” Dieter asks nervously, his dark eyes wavering with uncertainty.

“Of course, I’m exhausted.” You admit, a large yawn overcomes you as if on cue.

“Thank you.” He breathes as he shifts back down into bed, pulling you to him, cradling your head against his bare chest. You breathe in the cherry blossom and strawberry shower gel and laugh, it smelled even better on him close like this, mixed with the slight perspiration of sleep and a warm, earthy smell you recognised as something uniquely Dieter.

“Hey Dieter?” You say softly as you snuggle against his side, still fully clothed, but you were too tired to care about that.

“What?” He says sleepily as he turns off the light, plunging the room into darkness, your eyelids are drooping already as you try to stay awake.

“Stop being such a cheapskate and buy your own shower gel.” You grumble as you feel the deep, warming chuckle rock through his chest.

“But it’s so much more fun stealing it from you.” He protests and you feel the press of his lips against the top of your head and you sigh contentedly at the soothing, yet somewhat arousing effect it has on you.  

“Fine, I’ll let you have it on one condition.” You mumble, already half asleep as you wrap your right arm around his torso.

“What’s that?” Dieter asks as he wraps his arms around you tighter, holding you to him like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t.

“I’ve gotta be the one to apply it.” Your lips twitch up into a smirk as Dieter inhales sharply at your implication.

“How can I say no to that?” He asks, placing another kiss to the crown of your head, “Sleep Princesa, I’ll be right here for you when you wake.”

“Fucking hate that nickname.” You grumble as you feel sleep pulling you under.

“Sure you do, Princesa, now, sleep.” Dieter chuckles as you feel his breathing deepen under you, his heartrate already slowing.

“Night Dieter.” You breathe as you submit to the darkness, eager to face the light of day and what would come with it.

“Night,” He breathes your name into your hair and you smile, loving the way it falls off his tongue with ease.

I hope you enjoyed this! Reblogs/comments/likes are SO appreciated so please do the thing if you think I deserved it!

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[svtminji]

secret milan meetings

pairing. jeonghan x oc

word count. 874

date set. late-september 2023

warnings. foul language, pda 🤢, room service #i hate ordering it, fluff, alcholism #no graphic detail, do they smash..? #sexual undertones #late night talking more like late night pillow talking am i right guys..?

an. babe wake up new jeongmi drabble from svtminji on tumblr just dropped. what do you mean it’s been posted? i swear they just posted it

follow up instagram post. 9/27/23

headlines were all important when you’re in the entertainment industry, especially when you’re in a male-dominated group. mizuki always knew that and she had always managed to appear strong in the times she had to do solo activities. in a country without her members and her fiancé, not understanding or knowing the language spoken, and with fans everywhere, she could barely leave the country with a stable piece of mind.

having to leave her home country for a fashion week was pretty difficult as well, though having her members a few countries away, or hours, was easy enough to handle. mizuki would never admit it but she had some serious attachment issues with her members. she headed to her first place of comfort, her hotel room. the walk to her hotel room wasn’t far from the market place and she had her manager with her at all times, so it wasn’t much of a hassle. with the occasional fan-greeting and stopping by stores, her days were filled with fun. upon arriving at the hotel, she couldn’t help but look around the hotel stores placed inside of it.

“ah mizuki, we should start heading to the hotel room. it’s getting quite late and crowded, so it’s best for us to head back to safety.” her manager pulled her aside from the store, motioning towards the path.

“hm? oh right, we should start heading up. did you manage to get the hotel room key? i think i left it there since we were in a rush; though i should check my bag,” mizuki replied and scanned through her bag, “nope, didn’t pack it. i swear i did.”

the manager took one look at her conflicted state and smiled, “i have it, don’t worry. it’s been a heavy week so i took at chance on obtaining the key today.” the manager took it out of her pockets and used a swiping motion towards the female idol.

the female idol sighed. what would she really do without her manager? “thank you unnie~~ i’ll make sure to repay you with room service~~” mizuki said as she expressed her regards. though soon stopped with the sudden laughter of her manager. mizuki, not wanting to look like drunks, quickly rushed her and her manager into the elevator.

“sorry,” her manager muttered, “i just realized there’s a present for you at your hotel room. it was delivered by room service i believe.”

mizuki stared at the elevator numbers going up, what was the present? could it be something from prada or could it be food that her manager could have ordered before arriving? her thinking was cut short due to a small push. the female idol turned to her manager, who motioned to the open elevator door. the pair made their way towards mizuki’s hotel room in the dim-lighted hallway.

“they could have recorded the stanley hotel here.. it’s so fucking scary.”

“they could’ve if ‘stanley’ wasn’t in the name of the movie.”

room 407. they were here and mizuki placed her key card inside the hatch. the door beeped and the room was dark. she turned to her manager, “did you want to come in or are you not wanting that offer of room service?”

“oh don’t worry, i appreciate the offer but i think you’ll like this room service better.” her manager pointed to the empty room and turned on the lights.

in the room standing still was jeonghan. no sentences or thoughts were said or processed, only the word “jeonghan” came out of mizuki’s lips. like any cliché romantic movie, she ran up into his arms and hugged him tightly, to which he greatly accepted it.

“woah there, didn’t think you missed me that much, huh? bet you couldn’t live without me.” jeonghan told her as he brushed the messy hair from her face. the questions were answered with a slight pout from her face as she pulled away.

“of course i missed you. did you seriously think i wouldn’t miss my favorite person in the world? do you even take me seriously? actually, i think you do because why else would you want to book a flight to it-” mizuki replied to his questions with more questions but was soon cut short.

jeonghan knew if he stayed quiet for another ten seconds it would lead to nothingness and he did the best thing in that situation, a kiss. the kiss was short but it did manage to stop the rambling coming from mizuki. she sighed and muttered, “i really did miss you and i hope you know that.”

“i know, how about i make it up to you? we could order ro-”

the sudden cut-off from mizuki was another kiss. he was stuck in place and began to pout. “so now you decide to kiss me at the wrong time. i was actually thinking of ordering some italian cuisine.”

“ay amore mio, we know that we won’t order room service. let’s drink some vintage wine and have some late night talking.”

“wouldn’t we still have to order room service for the wine?”

“i bought some at some winery. i did some wine tasting and this was the best one.”

“well, i’m fine with any you like, mon amor.”

you guys are getting FED with the jeongmi content. this is actually just a jeongmi fan account. can you tell i want a jeonghan in my life.. this is actually jeongmi btw

svtminji est. 2023

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[fhatbhabiee]

Peligro

Javier Gutiérrez x Reader

inspired by the song Peligro by Aventura

word count: 712

warnings: toxic!reader, money mooching!reader, toxic relationship, reader is referred to as the devil, angst, spanish dialect w english translations (no need for the SAP button), told from Javi's POV, divorce

note: i'm fully aware this is something 100% different from all the other stuff on here and i too know it won't be everyone's cup of tea. as i've said before- if you don't like it don't bite it. if you have a problem with this guess what i put as much as i could in the warnings so don't get mad at me bc you refuse to read them. but for those who do read it- i hope you enjoy 🤍

“Javier no se como me siento de tu esposa.” (Javier I don't know how I feel about your wife)

“Mama por favor…” (Mom please…)

“No puedes ver como te trata?” (Can you see how she treats you?)

I leaned back in my chair and let my mind wander. My mother had a point- you weren't the best girl I had been with but you were my wife. I love you.

— • —

I walked into the house, tossing my keys in the small bowl we kept by the door. You must've heard me because you came stomping into the entryway of the house.

“Where have you been?” you called out.

“My mom's house.”

“What about me Javi? What about your wife?”

I let out a small sigh and walked over to you, wrapping my arms around your waist.

“I'm sorry amor. She just wanted to catch up is all.”

“It's not like you don't see her almost every day.” you pulled away from me. “You're such a mama's boy.” you grabbed your purse and the keys to my car before walking out of the front door.

“Where are you going?” I called out as I chased after you. “Amor, wait. How about I take you shopping? To say I'm sorry for being gone all day.”

You stopped and looked over at me. “Really?” you said, eyes literally forming into dollar signs like they did in the cartoons.

“Yes amor. C'mon I'll drive, just tell me where to go.”

We spent hours in the stores, coming out with bags and bags of all the best things you wanted. Anything for my wife. But they were right- the devil does wear Prada. I know because she used my credit card.

That night we laid in bed together. You were asleep as I stayed awake, staring up at the ceiling. My mothers words rang through my ears along with everyone else's. You were dangerous- toxic, manipulative, and a cheater. After thinking about everything you've done to me for almost 3 years, I think love stopped being a reason to still be married to you.

— • —

The next morning I woke up, alone in bed. I got up and saw no sign of you anywhere. I opened your closet and saw that all your clothes and shoes were gone. I quickly ran downstairs and noticed my car keys were not in the bowl.

What else did you take?

I walked into my office and logged into my online bank account. It took a solid minute to log in but that's when I realized all my accounts were drained to zero. I walked back to my bedroom in search of my wallet but it was nowhere to be found. You had taken everything. Taken 3 years of my life, all my money and financial assets, my car-If you could you probably would have taken the house too.

I walked back downstairs, racking my mind with ideas on what the fuck to do, when I saw a stack of papers sitting on the kitchen island. Divorce papers with your wedding rings sitting on top of them. The bright yellow sticky note caught my attention more than anything though.

Me and my boyfriend will be out of the country. If you have any questions, call my attorney.

The word boyfriend hurt more than the divorce papers. I always suspected you of cheating but I thought it was just my imagination. Guess I was wrong.

— • —

“Is there anything else anyone would like to say before we finish here?” my lawyer asked.

“Can I say something?” I asked as I looked over at my now ex wife.

“Go ahead.” you said, leaning back in your seat.

“Que Diosito te mande castigo, que te hagan lo mismo y me pidas perdón. Así yo me rio en tu cara y celebro tu pena por esa traición.” (May God punish you, have him do the same you did to me and you ask me for forgiveness. That way I can laugh in your face and celebrate your embarrassment for that betrayal.)

You chuckled and sat up, leaning against the table. “Que lo sueñas Javier.” (Dream about it Javier.)

“Oh I will.” I got up and walked out of the room, never looking back again.

beta'd: @nerdieforpedro & @ilovepedro thank you ilysm 💕

divider: @saradika-graphics

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[stupidsagestars]

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫! 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 can't take his eyes off of you as soon as you enter the meeting room. Your left hand glued to your phone whilst the right gripped onto a few prada bags, casual shopping for a girl like you, he thought. You smiled at him as you took a seat opposite him. "i can't believe I'm trusting you with my house" You scoffed, smiling at your best friend.

"you know I'm gonna do a great job babe." You roll your eyes at his nickname for you. Ever since you had met him in college he had never called you anything else, it was kinda cute.

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫! 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 listens to you as you state your plans with his company. "I'm going for a totally modern look, you get what I mean?" He nods more than he has to, "I'm sure we can get everything done in about 6 months to a year." He says eyes still glued to your face. I mean there was nothing wrong with a little crush on his best friend right? But how cute was it that she trusted him to make her dream house for her, it turned him on quite a bit but to be fair anything she did turned him on.

As the meeting finishes, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫! 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 walks over to you to give you a small handshake but is slightly surprised when you pull him into a small hug.

"ahh I'm so excited to work with you!" You exclaim, finally letting go of the poor man.

He watches you leave the room, talking on the phone to a friend and fiddling with your purse.

"you should shoot your shot sir." His subordinate said putting his hand on his shoulder.

"get the fuck off me." Connie said, giving his subordinate a dirty look before pushing him off.

"I was just trying to help!"

"Look, I get it. You're asking for a wedding invite but you need t wait, I need to get with her first, remember?"

"ohh okay,my bad."

Fast forwards a 10 months, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫! 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞's team had finished building your new home, which just so happened to be on the same street as his own. Connie hummed as he checked his face on the reflection of his sleek,new porsche. He had just signed a major deal which could potentially now make him a billionaire. He noticed you just across the street, sitting on the front steps of your house smoking a cigarette. He decides to walk over to you, giving you a small wave. He takes a seat next to you.

"how the tables have turned. I remember when you used to give me hell for smoking a ciggy." He laughs and you scoff.

"needed a breather." you yawn, leaning onto him. He wraps his around you, admiring your beautiful face.

"why? you upset?" He says frowning.

"nope, happy actually, I feel weirdly surreal like this is all great but it's so much y'know?" you look up at him.

"well I say go with the flow, you're always so serious" He says making a funny face.

"I got some celebration wine, you want some?"

"now we're talking babe."

___

Everyone says Connie's a nice guy, does his job great and is incredibly funny. Not when he's fucking the shit out of you though, turns into a sex monster.

Some innocent drinks leads to him pounding into you in the kitchen like there's no tomorrow.

"it feels so much better knowing that I designed this fucking kitchen." He moans into your ear.

"i bet it does." you say sarcastically, your grip on the kitchen counter loosening from the sheer speed connie was slamming his hips into you. Your legs were shaking and you couldn't close your mouth.

"see, I knew one day I'd fuck you in it, all around this place actually, although I didn't think you'd fold this early." He brags. This was not a lie, all those times he spent going over design with his co-worker, he made sure it was perfect,sturdy counter, enough space for a big sofa, huge room for a huge and comfortable bed and lastly an insanely modern bathroom.

He could feel himself getting slower and sloppier with his thrusts as his orgasm came closer. ,

"You close?" He asks licking your ear.

You whine in response, "thought so." He says unable to stop his teasing.

After you both reach your releases, Connie quickly throws away his condom and placed you on the counter.

"I'm starving." He mumbles, sticking his tongue out. He swirls his tongue around your pussy, relishing your taste. He notices you unconsciously try and close your thighs, too loss in pleasure.

"babe don't close your fucking legs, you taste way to fucking good." he uses one hand to push your thigh even wider and brings the other up to your pussy.

He stops for a second and you feel like you're about to cum just from the sight of him. Your cums all over his mouth,scratch marks and hickeys on his neck. He's looking at you so lewdly.

"What's the world record for an orgasm?" He says looking at you, eyes bright with mischief. You blink at him multiple times, what the fuck??That's why he stopped?

You look at him, knowing exactly what he's getting at.

"You can't be fucking serious." You groaned.

"Would you cum for longer if I fingered and ate you out at the same time?"

"You're being serious. Okay time's up." You kick him off you and walk to take a shower.

"Wait!! Y/N LET'S TRY IT OUT!! COME ON IT'LL BE FUN." He runs after you. "CAN WE AT LEAST SHOWER TOGETHER??"

---★--- i tried something else out this time, with Connie's personality really shining through in this one, not just serious sex but I hoped you enjoyed!! Follow for more :D

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[helpinghanikan]

Poison Control (NSFW)

Miguel O'hara x reader

Chapter 1: A warm feeling

Chapter 2: A long month

Chapter 3: Worth the wait

Lyla had to be bribed to give you a head start. Miguel already knew the antivenom would be finished by today or tomorrow. But nothing would happen without Lyla’s greenlight first. So one Prada bag wasn’t much when it came to having the upper hand.

“What’s the point of having the bag if you can’t even hold it?” You asked from the shower.

“It’s about the status, you wouldn’t understand,” Lyla explained, her hologram leaning against the overpriced tote on the counter. “Thank you, by the way, honestly wasn’t expecting you to get the color right.”

Not a lot of thought is put into your clothing for the day. A sundress worn once and forgotten about months ago. Underwear would have been pointless in moments like these.

“Sure thing. But you’ll have to thank Miguel, too. I used his card.” You reply, putting on the final touch of borrowed web shooters. “All right, go ahead and call him in.”

It makes no sense for you to be nervous about sex with Miguel. He’s never hurt you without your consent. You didn’t feel this tight in the stomach the first time you had done it.

That scenario was completely different from this current one. Back then you were just casually dating and never went farther than second base. Then, one night, he was just so casually leaning against the counter.

This was before you lived together. When you were about to head out in the later hours but wanted to get something to eat first.

He was in casual wear, hair wet from a shower, and was laughing at something Peter had said earlier. What else could you have done but pushed forward and kissed him? Holding his shirt so tightly, as if you were scared he might escape.

It just kept going from there. He kissed back and your hands wandered everywhere they could before Miguel could stop you. But he didn’t stop you, his hands were moving just as much.

You don’t need the memory to get yourself turned on. Not when Miguel enters your quarters with that look on his face.

His head is bowed slightly when he sees you standing in the middle of the room. He doesn’t care that it’s a little weird. Nor does he care that your hands are behind your back. He only cares about reaching you as soon as possible with long strides.

“Come here,” He says in a voice saved for when his control is starting to slip.

There’s a debate in the spiderverse about whether natural or artificial webs are superior. Although a personal opinion you would have to give the artificial a better grade. Solely because Hobie was nice enough to both teach you and let you borrow his spare shooters.

The shooters helped but for your plan to really work you needed to be fast. Waiting until he was only a few feet away before bringing your arm around and firing the webs towards him. No offense to your aim but it was just pure luck that you had his wrist and shoulders.

In the end, Miguel was taken to the ground. His shoulders and wrists were pinned to the ground with white webbing. His wider than they were before, staring up at you in both confusion and just a bit of betrayal.

Then he sees your smile and the confusion turns to frustration.

“What the hell?” He asks, straining against the webs that refuse to give.

Now that the hard part was over you could have some fun.

“It’s been just as long for me, Miguel.” You taunt, no better than those speeches the villain of the day tends to give. “And I’m not about to let you have all the fun. I need a little of my own.”

Miguel snarls as you casually straddled his middle.

“So be a good boy, and maybe I’ll be good for you.” You whisper, leaning in so you give him a proper kiss.

It’s a kiss that has been a month in the making. Miguel leaned his head as far forward as he could to try and take every bit of you he could get. You didn’t bother with lipstick but maybe you should have. As then you could have seen the streaks you left from the sloppy makeout.

After the kiss, you look down at him. The both of you working to catch your breath.

“I’m gonna sit on your face, okay?” You say but giving the room so he could say easily say no.

“Absolutely,” he says, hearts in his eyes just from the prospect.

It takes a bit of maneuvering to crawl up his chest. Stradling his face and being gentle in lowering yourself onto him. The heat of his breath boils your entire being before he gets the chance to lick past your lower lips.

The first time you sat on Miguel’s face he stopped you within a few seconds. The entire session was halted so Miguel could lecture you about going too easy on him.

‘I can bench press over five hundred pounds. I’ve taken more hits to the face than a boxer. I can handle you sitting, properly sitting, on my face.’ He had said, pacing the room while you sat naked on the bed.

Supposedly every spider who has had an AFAB partner has had the conversation. If you ask Peter B about it he’ll never shut up about his stupid, perfect, wife and her fear that she’ll crush him.

If it hadn't been so long you would have been more conscious of your weight. Instead, you did as Miguel regularly asked and bared down into his face. Gasping out to the world when his tongue slides through your lips, licking through heat and taste he’s starving weeks for.

Your dress isn’t the fluffiest but does hide Miguel’s head from you. Bringing your skirt up and taking hold of his hair. It creates a moan from him that reverberates through your body, his moving tongue finding your entrance and poking at it.

“Oh, fuck, Miguel.” You say, hips moving without meaning to.

It doesn’t take long for your first orgasm to build. Maybe you should have reconsidered restraining his hands. Usually, when he eats you out, Miguel makes use of his long fingers to help you along. That isn’t to say his tongue isn’t doing a pretty good job, it just sucks to be missing out on something even better.

It’s getting more and more difficult to grind at the pace you were going. Your legs turn to hot jelly and your stomach flips from the rising orgasm. It was only a matter of seconds before you were leaning forward over him. Calling in words that didn’t make any sense but seemed to be the ones absolutely needed.

Miguel continues to devour your pussy as the orgasm starts to taper off. Although it’s been said again and again it’s important to remember how long it’s been since Miguel was between your thighs. This made the orgasm something like a whole body reset, the only thing mattering is the continued work of Miguel’s mouth.

It’s for this reason that you don’t notice Miguel working on his own plan. Only when you hear the snapping of strands does your brain finally click back into reality.

“Fuck,” was all you could think to say, scrambling to get away before the webs gave completely.

Even though you never have a chance to get away, a quick game of chase was still a fun time to be had. Scrambling from the ground to your feet and springing through the living quarters before even verifying that Miguel was escaping.

Your heart pounds as you round a corner into the kitchen. Dropping harder than necessary to the floor to hide behind the island. Crawling on hands and knees to peak around the corner. Your thighs were still slick from the orgasm and spit Miguel had given like a gift.

Miguel moves heavily through your quarters. His suit disappears as he moves past the kitchen doorway. A fuckable monster searching for prey that was almost excited to be caught.

It took a serious conversation before Miguel was willing to play this game of hunt-and-fuck. Although he’d never hurt you he was still nervous about his strength and what could happen if he lets his control slip just a bit.

You didn’t have the same worries that he did. Instead, you wore the marks you gave you like a badge of pride. Bruises on your wrists and ankles, purple knees, and scratches on your thighs were all better than any kind of jewelry. Miguel did the same with the hickies and bite marks you left behind. It was only after a smug remark from Hobie that Miguel wore his uniform neck just a bit higher.

“Lyla! Where is she?!” Miguel yelled from another room.

“Don’t involve in this,” Lyla replied.

Your kitchen has three entry points. Two of which could be seen from your hiding spot behind the counter. So it only makes sense that Miguel would see you from the third.

“Got you,” He snarls in a whisper, a grip on your ankle.

He doesn’t use his entire strength. Giving you the chance to jerk your leg away from him and scramble toward freedom.

Of course, you made it maybe a foot before he had you once more.

This time he grabs your hair. Pulling your head back as he climbs over your body. Smashing his mouth against yours. His teeth clashed against yours in a way that could be considered painful. But it was a distraction from his claws going up your dress and digging into the soft of your hips.

“I’m not going to be gentle,” he warns.

Your face is practically smashed into the unforgiving floor. Your ass is pulled up high in the air, the dress is pushed up your back. With no semblance of decency, Miguel slammed forward with a fast, hard, thrust.

The sound he punched out of you was high-pitched, almost like a cry. Followed by the wet smacking of his hips against your ass again and again. No slow starting rhythm, just a determinant goal of his pleasure.

With so much focus on his own pleasure, you were left to try and get your own. While being fucked across the kitchen floor you risk further degradation by putting your hand to work. Barely able to properly move your hands, let alone find and massage your clit like Miguel was so famous for.

Miguel has taken control of every one of your senses. The internal feeling of his cock reaching deeper than you could reach on your own. The external feeling of his claws digging into your hip, his other hand keeping your head pressed down into the floor.

It smells like your combined sweat and the floor cleaner used for the kitchen. Under the sound of fucking and smacking was the Spanish Miguel recited like a prayer. All the energy used to focus on it all made it almost impossible to open your eyes. Not that there would be anything to really look at.

Your name comes out of his mouth at a different pitch than usual. The only warning you get before he bares down harder than before. Laying over your body until you’re entirely pressed into the floor. His moaning, groaning, mouth is right next to your ear as he cums.

There’s a short time of bliss when he pumps deep within you. It was only because of guaranteed safety that you allowed this to happen. Both of you taking an STD test and having access to proper birth control before ever bringing up the idea of a cream pie.

Feeling the warmth of his cum sliding as he pulls out makes it all worth it.

The primal aggression is completely gone by this point. Replaced by the concerned and loving man you knew Miguel to be. He gently rolls you over to look up at him. His hair is a mess, his face is sweaty, and he’s panting heavily as he looks over your face.

“Are you okay?” He asks, holding your face as he does.

You nod, “I’m good. Fuck, I am so good.”

He returns your smile. Leaning forward and giving you a kiss that was sweater than any desert could ever be.

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[bluedalahorse]

So is now the time to post the opening of my unfinished YR abortion road trip fic?

Maybe. Maybe today is the day! This isn’t on AO3 because I haven’t finished it, but @heliza24 really wants me to finish it and would be glad that I posted even this part to fandom.

There’s more written than just this excerpt, so I could always post more if people are curious.

No title yet, because this is untitled.

Summary: Shortly after season 2, Felice wanders off campus to process a high-profile arrest and other recent shakeups at Hillerska. She doesn’t expect to meet Sara Eriksson, who is in the process of running away.

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Felice’s Phone

Group chat: MANOR HOUSE GIRLZ (Fredrika, Maddie, Stella)

Maddie: yooooo Felice

Maddie: tell us you missed Swedish class for something epic

Stella: we took notes for you

Stella: mine are better than Fredrika’s

Fredrika: LIES mine are better than Stella’s

Maddie: you’re not in your room

Maddie: girl are you even at school?

Fredrika: just tell us where you are and we won’t snitch

Stella: Felice?

Stella: please check in

Stella: and maybe flirt with one of the local boys so he buys you booze

Fredrika: and then share?

Maddie: don’t listen to them

Maddie: only flirt with someone hot

Stella: yeah he’s got to be at least as hot as Fredrika

Stella: lol j/k ahahaha what

Fredrika: heeeyyyyyyy Feliiiiiice where are youuuuu

Fredrika: we’re a little worried, just let us know

Fredrika: tho at least you didn’t get sick and disappear into the bathroom like SOMEONE we could mention

Stella: but we’re not mentioning her

Stella: bc we don’t mention traitors

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Felice sits at the edge of a convenience store parking lot in Bjärstad, counting all the scars in her nail polish. It’s supposed to be a fresh coat. Stella brushed the ballet slipper pink onto Felice’s nails on Tuesday, and right now it’s only—Thursday afternoon? Felice is drunk on leftover vodka she stashed in her closet behind her Prada handbag, but not so drunk she’s forgotten that it’s Thursday. A Thursday full of literal dark clouds, at that. 

Tuesday was sunny, and it was also the day that police arrived at Hillerska and escorted that guy away. That one, the ex. Wednesday, Felice’s ex-best friend, her real ex in any kind of emotional attachment sense, came back to school for half a day, but couldn’t make it past lunch. Now people are spreading rumors about Sara Eriksson puking in the bathroom. So maybe it’s been a weird enough forty-eight hours that Felice hasn’t noticed herself scarring up her nail polish.

And maybe, now that today is Thursday, Felice needed to skip classes and get drunk and go for a walk off campus, and buy a bag of chips from a nothing convenience store in this nowhere town. There are things getting drunk won’t solve. But it’s not like being sober is going to solve things for Felice right now, either.

Felice’s phone vibrates against her thigh. She pulls it out of the pocket of her sweatpants and notes the texts from Fredrika and Stella and Maddie in her (recently purged) group chat. They’re asking her where she is, and is she coming to dinner. Please check in, fuck. How performatively worried. Felice unlocks her phone and almost fumbles her way through a typo-soaked message before deciding she’ll do this psychically. I am walking back to Hillerska now, she thinks in the general direction of school, slow and deliberate. She leaves the rest up to Maddie’s alleged witch powers and pulls herself to her feet.

Felice’s ankles ache the way they do when she’s walked on her Jimmy Choo heels for too long. She’s not wearing heels, though, only slides. Her legs wobble. Her thoughts swirl in slow, doomed circles, like dirty water circling a drain, as thunder rumbles overhead and a cool breeze rustles nearby trees. The rain is imminent, and Felice contemplates how much worse it will be when she shows back up on campus not only drunk, but drunk and completely soaked through, her carefully styled curls a wreck.

(Stella, Fredrika, and Maddie could get away with a stunt like that. A teacher might ignore their obvious alcohol breath and just tell them to put on dry pajamas and go to bed. But for Felice, they notice everything. Because Felice sticks out to begin with.)

Felice is caught in a vision of the headmistress, hissing the word inebriated on a phone call to parents, when a van pulls into the parking lot. She’s not as up on cars as the Forest Ridge boys, but this van definitely belongs to a Bjärstad local. She braces herself for an awful catcall as the window rolls down halfway, certain she’s about to get leered at by some guy in a permanently affixed football beanie.

Instead, it’s a girl. No football beanie, only football confidence. Felice recognizes the girl from Simon’s instagram—she’s come up a few times. Felice hasn’t been counting, but she’s noticed.

“You’re in choir with Simon,” says the girl. “Felice, right? I’m Rosh. Need a ride back to school?”

“I can walk. I think,” Felice says. And then, so she can own her story, she adds, “I might be a little drunk?”

Felice adjusts her posture, straightening her spine and setting her hand on her hip as she makes eye contact with Rosh. Immediately a sense of embarrassment twinges in her chest at her pose. What the—was she modeling? She’s not making a case for relative sobriety, whatever she’s doing.

Rosh turns to consult with someone next to her, then turns back to Felice.

“Come on,” she says. “Get in the car. Back seat.”

“Um. Thanks.”

The back door of the van slides open. Felice doesn’t have time to question who Rosh has next to her in the passenger seat. She receives an answer soon enough anyway. The back of Sara Eriksson’s head is so familiar—defeated brown waves that haven’t seen a wash day in too long. Sara’s shoulders are hunched over; her neck is bent. She does not turn around.

Two weeks ago, if Felice saw Sara looking like that, she would have pulled Sara close and rubbed her back until they talked through what was wrong.

(Part of her still wants to. But she doesn’t like the idea of Sara mentally comparing her hugs to someone else’s, and she’s allowed to be petty about that.)

“You don’t have to talk to me,” Sara says, tapping away on her phone. She sounds exhausted. “I’m busy anyway.”

“If you hydrate, we won’t ask about the drinking,” says Rosh to Felice. “There’s sports drink behind the passenger seat. Take one.”

Right. Sports drink. Because Rosh does sports, Felice has noticed. It sounds like an order more than an offer. Felice ducks down and liberates one of the bottles from its six-pack. The liquid inside is neon-bright and tastes of soft metal and fake citrus. Rain splatters on the van’s windows—the first sparse and irregular drops, followed by the entire pounding ensemble of water. For the next few minutes, Felice focuses on the horizon, where blurred trees meet the mirror-gray sky, and sips her post-football-run drink. Sara takes care of the directions to her old dorm, uttering an occasional “right” or “left” or “go straight here” to Rosh. Felice can’t tell why she’s doing it. Why she didn’t just insist on leaving Felice behind.

Then, the conversation shifts. Or at least, the conversation that Felice isn’t a part of shifts.

“Rosh?” Sara whispers. “I can’t find anywhere cheap enough for us to stay.”

“Even on the apps?” Rosh replies. “Look, I told you, I have some money—”

“I can’t take your money.”

“It’s money I owe Simon anyway.”

“That’s even worse. He already hates me. You should hate me more.” 

Sara breathes in, then out, audibly. She does it a few more times. Felice’s own lungs strain in sympathy.

“We have to find a place for the weekend,” says Sara. “Or we can’t do it.”

“What are you talking about?” Felice finally asks. She presses a hand to her thigh to keep her leg from jiggling. Since she was seven years old and started her first etiquette classes, she’s always been able to sit still. Always.

“We’re going on a weekend trip,” Rosh answers, too brightly. “To Stockholm—”

“—to an island,” Sara says at the same time.

“Stockholm has lots of islands,” Rosh improvises. “Sara just needs to be away for a weekend. That’s all.”

“It doesn’t sound like you’re going on a normal trip,” says Felice, hearing the suspicion in her voice, and how it sounds like her father.

“We told Mamma we were traveling,” says Sara. “My period’s late. I don’t––I don’t think it’s coming. I know it isn’t coming, because—”

“Don’t tell me that.”

“—I did a pregnancy test.”

Felice digs her chipped nails into her knee. She knew how Sara’s sentence was going to end. Not the way she knows people’s names or the answers on a test she studied for, but the way she knows to pull her hand away when she touches a hot stove. Swift and unthinking. She even gasps the same way she does when she’s burned. Not out of surprise but out of pain.

“Fuck, Sara,” says Rosh. “You don’t have to tell her. She could tell the media.”

“Sorry,” says Sara. “It just came out. I’m scared, okay?” At last she turns around and looks toward Felice, her fingers curled around the back of the passenger seat. Her face is red and purple-tinged in all the places that indicate crying and sleepless nights. “Look, you can’t tell anyone. Rosh and I are going to deal with it. We already got the pills. I can’t deal with it at home because of Simon and Mamma. I don’t know what they’d say.”

“We wanted to use my apartment,” Rosh adds. “We thought my mother was going to visit one of my aunties this weekend. But auntie came to visit us instead at the last minute.”

“Please don’t tell anyone at school, Felice.” Sara turns away again. “Or Simon. Don’t tell him either.”

“People are already talking about how you threw up in the bathroom,” says Felice. “And if you’re absent from school again, they’re going to wonder.”

“Please don’t tell,” Sara repeats, voice muffled as she pushes her face into her coat sleeves.

As much as the infusion of electrolytes, courtesy of Rosh, has helped Felice to steady her head, she’s still too drunk for this. Or maybe, again, she isn’t drunk enough. She tries to imagine her math class tomorrow, working trigonometry problems with an empty chair beside her and actually knowing why the chair is empty. She can’t. Felice can’t even imagine faking sick and staying home from class, because then Stella and Fredrika would come visit her with buns and coffee, and then they’d want to gossip.

At first, being able to gossip felt good. But ever since the arrest—since the security from the palace arriving to keep out news cameras—gossip is more like gangrene eating at an already wounded limb. Felice needs amputation, or at least closure. Until then, she’s just going to keep asking herself questions about what part of the catastrophe she made happen. Why didn’t she ask Sara who she had a crush on, like best friends always do? Why hadn’t she been more concerned that Sara was gone all the time and came back late to their room? Why hadn’t she told Sara how bad things got with him last term, to warn her?

Felice doesn’t want to keep asking herself the questions, because this isn’t her fault. Maybe Sara isn’t the only one who needs an emergency abortion. Maybe Felice needs to abort Sara from her life, so she can move on.

But if she’s going to do this, she has to make it her choice.

“My family has a vacation cabin,” Felice says. “We can go there to do what you need to do. But after that, we will never speak to one another ever again. Alright?”

Sara’s shrunk down in her seat so much that Felice can’t see her anymore, but Felice is pretty sure from the rustling of her coat sleeves that she’s nodding.

Five minutes later, Felice is on the phone with her mother, feeding her excuses and exaggerations until she gets the approval to leave school for the weekend. At the same time, Rosh turns the van around and drives away from Hillerska.

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