#we did you wrong lieb

[miclipse]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ YOUR ROMAN EMPIRE.

characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, kunigami rensuke, itoshi rin, michael kaiser (separate).

sypnosis: things he did that you often think about.

word count: 5.3k (~1.0k each)

cw: afab! reader, sfw, established relationships, nicknames used (baby, gorgeous, meine liebe, good girl, pretty girl), pre-wildcard! kunigami, mentions of period (rin's), kaiser being a smug bastard & also soft.

note: first time writing for the blue lock boys <3 comments appreciated!

ᯓ★ isagi yoichi ᝰ.ᐟ

“does it still hurt alot, baby?”

isagi, who was kneeled in front of you as you sat on the couch, continued pressing the ice pack against your swollen ankle.

his other hand was supporting the heel of your foot as he gently rotated it in circular motions to help ease the pain in the muscles.

your boyfriend lifted his head up to take a look at your expression, worried that the pain of your sprained ankle might be too unbearable for you if he didn't handle it carefully enough.

“a little… but it's getting better…” you mumbled out softly, feeling increasingly guilty the longer you watched isagi kneel in front of you and tend to what you could only call the consequences of your own actions.

“we have a treadmill at home for a reason. why'd you insist on taking a run outside when the ground was still all slippery and wet?” isagi's voice was soft and gentle, soothing the guilt in your heart slightly.

you thought isagi would've gotten mad at you, but he was still as loving and worried for you as ever despite all of this being your own fault.

it had rained earlier this morning, which isagi had already warned you about via text since he was away for his usual soccer practice.

but stubborn little you insisted that the rain would not interfere with your routine evening jog. you figured the damp floors would have dried up by the time you stepped out of the house.

oh, how very wrong you were.

in your defence, majority of the jog went smoothly. the problem only arose when you were about to make the final turn back to the familiar stretch of road that would lead back to your and isagi's shared apartment.

for some reason while you were turning the corner, your foot slipped. as an attempt to catch yourself before you fell face first into the cold hard concrete, your ankle twisted and ended up in an uncomfortable position.

you had to bite your tongue to hold yourself back from screaming due to the sudden sharp and piercing pain coming from your ankle.

when you finally managed to limp your way back to your front porch, you figured you could simply just eat some painkillers and sleep off the pain before your boyfriend got back from training.

but to your absolute horror and misfortune, the moment you opened the front door, you caught sight of your beloved boyfriend walking out from the kitchen with a cup of water in his hand.

the moment isagi saw you limping back through the front door in your sports attire, he immediately placed his cup on the kitchen island and rushed to your side to support you as he brought you to the couch to sit down.

“yeah, well… i thought the ground would've mostly dried up by the time i went out for my jog.” you gave isagi a sheepish and apologetic smile.

“well too bad, you thought wrong. and now look who's the one with a sprained ankle, hmm?” isagi continued to tease you with a soft chuckle, finally removing the ice pack from your inflamed ankle and placing the melted bag of gel down on the carpet.

“so? think you can stand up and walk on your own now?” isagi asked, lightly tracing circles on the bottom of your foot, leaving behind a ticklish sensation that got your foot to twitch and squirm in response.

seeing how your foot was flinching away from isagi's gentle touches, he merely smirked in amusement.

“not really, no.” you laughed, happy to keep things light-hearted despite the fact that you probably wouldn't be able to walk without support for the next few days.

but fret not. isagi was here to be your knight in shining armour, like how he always had been ever since you both started dating.

“do i need to push you around in a wheelchair like those elderly couples?” isagi joked, scooting himself closer to the side of the couch to get closer to you whilst he was still squatting down on the ground.

“well yeah, obviously. you don't expect me to roll around on the floor, do you?” you playfully rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's antics, watching as he reached out to grasp your hand in his.

his thumb traced small, comforting circles on the back of your hand, making you sigh out in satisfaction at how lucky you were to have isagi yoichi as your boyfriend.

a smile graced his lips. not the kind of smile he had whenever he scored a goal, or the kind of smile he gave to his teammates and friends. it was a smile that was solely reserved only for you.

isagi reached his other hand out to caress your cheek, lightly pinching it as a way to show his absolute affection and devotion towards you.

“don't worry. i’ll be the one to push your wheelchair. be it right now, or 60 years down the road.”

you never knew the words that left his lips would take you back to the days where you were falling head over heels for isagi yoichi all over again, but it did.

it had been months since you last felt your heart beat so rapidly against your chest and that queasy feeling of butterflies in your tummy.

those words may seem simple at first glance, but when you analyze it beneath the surface level, it held so much more meaning.

isagi was making a vow to you, promising to stay by your side through thick and thin. even when your youth was nothing but a distant memory, he would still choose you.

he wanted to spend his entire life with you, even if it meant he would have to be pushing your wheelchair around when you were all old and wrinkly.

those words were isagi's true feelings for you,

and they have never left your mind ever since the day he said them to you. not that isagi would ever give you a chance to forget about them in the first place.

ᯓ★ bachira meguru ᝰ.ᐟ

“i’ve cut up some fruit!”

your boyfriend’s lively voice from the kitchen reached your ears as you sat in the living room couch, busily typing away on your laptop.

you resisted the urge to turn away from your laptop screen to reply to your boyfriend, instead choosing to continue typing away on your essay that was due today.

seeing as you did not reply, bachira held the bowl of fruits in his hand as he made his way towards you, who was so diligently working on your assignments.

“do you want some?” the happy boy leaned his face right in front of yours with a cheeky grin, knowing that his actions would get a reaction out of you, who had been ignoring him the past few hours or so.

and rightfully so— you knew better than anyone that if you were to shower bachira with even an ounce of affection, you would never be able to direct your focus back on the task at hand.

“mmm… i’ll eat it later. you can munch on some first.” you suggested absentmindedly, gently using your hand to push bachira’s face away out of your view so that you could focus on the half finished word document displayed on your laptop screen.

well, that did not work according to bachira’s plan.

seeing how you had been paying all your attention on your laptop for the past few hours made bachira a little (very) attention-starved. dating him was equivalent to having a golden retriever as a pet; both of them were very high maintenance beings.

bachira pouted at your dismissive attitude right now, but he understood that you really needed to finish this assignment before the clock struck midnight.

however, as unfortunate as it sounded, today was also one of the rare days where bachira’s training ended early and he was able to spend some proper quality time with you.

bachira let out a dissatisfied hum, the pout still on his lips as he contemplated what to do in order to achieve the goal of the day.

which was to gain your attention.

he looked back down into the fruit bowl he had prepared for the both of you to share, and it did not take long for the pout of his to turn into a mischievous smirk.

it took you a few moments longer than usual to realise bachira had fallen awfully silent. normally, he would not even give you an ounce of quiet, rambling on and on about anything and everything he could talk about to fill in the silence. yet you hadn’t heard him say anything after you told him to eat first.

it was your fault for not figuring out soon enough that whenever bachira fell silent, he was plotting something in his head.

because before you could even save the progress of your half-written essay to turn and look at your boyfriend, a piece of watermelon poked into a metal fork entered your line of sight, successfully enticing you.

blinking in surprise, you instinctively turned your head to look at the culprit with a raised eyebrow.

“meguru-”

“say ‘ahh’!” bachira knew you all too well, and so he cut you off before you could question what he was trying to do. “you do your report, and i feed you. how does that sound, gorgeous?” bachira added, nearing the fork of watermelon closer to your lips.

he gave you no chance to decline his offer, if you could even count it as that.

“...ahh…” eventually giving in to your boyfriend, you slowly parted your lips and took the watermelon in between your teeth, chewing down on the juicy fruit.

“how is it? does it taste sweet?” bachira asked with a wide and bright smile, wiping the watermelon juice that splattered on the corner of your mouth with the pad of his thumb.

you tried to hide how fast your heart was beating at the simple gesture. but seeing as how bachira started grinning from ear to ear, it didn't take a genius to know that he already noticed your rosy red cheeks.

“tastes yummy.” you remarked with a soft chuckle, turning your attention back to your laptop and typing away on your report. you were trying your best to ignore the loud thumping in your chest.

normally, bachira would have been more clingy and persistent about you paying attention to him, but today he acknowledged that this report was very important to you and played a huge part in your final grade.

thus, he chose to obediently sit by your side for moral support and feed you fruit as you worked away on finishing up your essay.

“mmm, you’re right, it is yummy!” your boyfriend agreed, popping a slice of watermelon in his mouth and chewing down on it. he kept this up, feeding you a piece of fruit and gently wiping away the juice on the corner of your lips with the pad of his thumb before he fed himself a piece of fruit.

after a few minutes, it had finally come down to the very last slice of apple. bachira poked the apple with the metal fork, obviously planning to give you the last fruit in the bowl.

however, bachira’s mind was ever-functioning, and he managed to come up with yet another cheeky plan to surprise you.

“mind looking over for a second, gorgeous?” he called out to you with an innocent smile, waiting for you to stumble into his little trap.

“hmm? hold on.” you quickly typed out the last few words to finish up the sentence in your paragraph before finally turning to look at your boyfriend.

“yeah–?”

in a blink of an eye, bachira placed one end of the apple on your lips before placing the other end of the apple on his lips.

“what is this? the pocky challenge but with apples?” you joked, deciding to play along with bachira’s antics this time. you had ignored him for long enough, he deserved to get some affection from you. especially since he had been doing nothing but quietly sitting by your side and feeding you fruits.

“it’s a reward for working so hard.” bachira then took a big bite of the apple from his end. you followed suit until there was only a tiny chunk separating both your lips from each other.

“may i?” his whisper sounded almost pleading— he had restrained himself from clinging onto you as you worked on your assignment. but now that you were finally giving him your full attention, the boy was yearning for more.

“you may.” you reassured with a slight nod of your head, encouraging bachira to make the final move.

in which he did, biting down the last chunk of the apple before pressing his lips against yours.

it felt wonderful to have your lips moulded against his after being deprived from his affections for so long due to focusing on your essay. you chucked your laptop to the side of the couch, your arms snaking around his waist to make the kiss last longer.

perhaps a small break wouldn’t hurt...

ᯓ★ kunigami rensuke ᝰ.ᐟ

“oooh, what's going on there?”

the curiosity in you was building up when you noticed a crowd gathering just a distance away from the pathway kunigami and yourself were walking on.

as you pointed your index finger towards the crowd, kunigami turned his head to look in that direction before giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

“wanna go check it out?” he offered with a soft smile on his lips. you both had nothing important going on right now anyways. the two of you were just walking around the streets aimlessly and doing some window shopping to pass some time before you both would head for dinner.

“yeah!”

the way you chirped out happily in response, your eyes sparkling with excitement made kunigami's heart tighten with a certain fondness he couldn't exactly put into words.

before kunigami knew it, you were dragging him towards the crowd of people to see what all the commotion was about.

when the two of you were close enough, kunigami easily saw past the sea of crowd and his eyes eventually landed on a stage that was being setup with speakers and instruments, along with what seemed to be an amateur band preparing to perform.

“seems like it's a band performance. you interested to watch?” kunigami asked you. he had to raise his voice a little to beat the crowd’s volume, his eyes trailing back to look down at you.

oh.

your boyfriend was met with the sight of you standing on your tippy toes doing little subtle hops on the spot, trying to move your neck around to glance past the back of everyone’s heads, but unfortunately to no avail. you two were considered to be rather far back in the crowd, and everyone had a height advantage against you too.

sometimes kunigami would forget how short you were, or rather how tall he was as compared to you. things that he could easily do such as watching a performance at the back of a crowd was deemed as a challenge for his tiny and petite girlfriend.

kunigami was having an internal conflict with his inner voice on whether he should just push through the crowd so the both of you could make it to the very front of the stage (but also proceed to have a bunch of people glare at the two of you throughout the whole performance).

kunigami was the number one fan of everything being fair and square. and as much as he found the situation unfair for you, he also understood that it would be unfair to literally everyone else if he just rudely pushed through the crowd to get to the very front solely for your sake.

it wasn’t that kunigami would not do anything for you, he would give up anything and everything for you. but in situations like these where the universe was giving him a test on whether he should side with his morals or your happiness, he found himself stuck in the middle.

eventually, you turned to look up at your boyfriend, your soft lips jutting out to form a pout.

“rensuke, i can't see.” that sweet voice of yours would've sent kunigami into a deep trance if he was a weak-willed man.

the man pursed his lips together, desperately digging his brain for any ideas on how to ensure you got to see the performance without making the rest of the audience mad.

then, it was like something clicked in his head. like as if a tiny mouse living in his noggin just attached the two correct wires together and allowed kunigami’s brain to come up with the perfect solution that will make you happy and stick to his morals of ensuring everything was fair and square.

moving his hand down to ruffle your hair affectionately, kunigami then proceeded to crouch down in front of you, his back now facing towards you.

the action made you stunned into place, staring at kunigami’s toned back in disbelief and confusion. “rensuke?” you called out, prompting him to provide some sort of explanation for his action.

“i’ll piggyback you. that way, you'll be able to see the performance, right?” kunigami asked, trying his very hardest to sound as calm as he could. he would die if you saw through just how flustered he was feeling at the moment.

kunigami was often deemed as a scary delinquent due to his built figure in addition to his height being a whopping 6’2, but only a rare few properly understood that he was nothing but a life-sized teddy bear.

and you were the only one that would ever get this special treatment from him.

when kunigami felt your plush thighs press against his neck and shoulders, he grabbed onto your lower calves to ensure you were steady on his back before he slowly stood up to his full height again.

“can you see the stage?” kunigami asked you with a small smile on his face. he could feel many pairs of eyes looking towards the two of you, but he couldn't blame them. he was the only one among the crowd that was carrying a girl on his shoulders.

although you were not used to the stares accompanied by a couple of girls gushing over how cute your boyfriend was to be openly carrying his girlfriend on his shoulders, you were filled with a sense of pride when hearing people whisper about what a good boyfriend kunigami was.

“i can see the world.” you joked, but you sounded amazed by the view. it was your first time getting such a clear view of everything you desired like it was a piece of cake.

“is this how it feels to view the world through your eyes, rensuke?” a soft giggle slipped through those soft lips of yours as you hugged your legs tighter around his neck to ensure that you would not fall off (but also making sure not to accidentally suffocate him in the process too).

“perhaps. but i wish you could see what i see whenever i look at you.” kunigami responded with a playful grin.

your heart skipped a beat at his words, suddenly feeling all giddy and floaty on the inside.

oh, how lucky you were to call this man yours.

ᯓ★ itoshi rin ᝰ.ᐟ

the familiar sound of the front door being opened was accompanied by your boyfriend's monotonous voice.

the words that escaped his mouth seemed habitual and subconscious, and you wouldn't doubt that he would still say the same exact thing even if you weren't around to receive his greeting.

“i'm home.”

you immediately sat up from the couch with a smile, turning to glance at your boyfriend so that you could return his greeting.

“welcome home, rin!” your enthusiastic response was something rin could never dream of getting tired of. no matter how many times this scene unfolded in front of him, it never failed to warm that stone-cold heart of his.

it just seemed to fulfill that hidden desire of his to finally feel loved and be appreciated by someone.

but of course, he would rather take this little secret of his down to the grave with him than ever letting you know about it.

“thanks.” rin responded, trying to seem nonchalant about your response. he had barely given a reaction to it for the past year, so why should he now?

“oh, what's that? did someone give you a gift for winning your game today?” rin used the back of his foot to gently kick the door shut behind him as you spoke, pointing at the basket in his hands out of curiosity.

“no, i bought these.” rin rolled his eyes at you. what made you think he would be accepting gifts from anyone other than his girlfriend? he wasn't that much of a sucker for attention from other girls.

before you could follow up with a second question on what was in the basket that looked to be stuffed to the brim with items, rin walked towards you and shoved the basket right in your face.

looking at rin with a raised eyebrow, you held the basket with both your hands and took a look in it, wondering what could rin possibly have bought for the basket to be looking so full yet barely having any weight to it.

inside, there were tampons and pads arranged neatly on the left side of the basket. it was plenty to last you for the next three to four months or so. and the right side was stuffed to the brim with chocolates and sweets that you remembered mentioning to rin about them being your favourite.

and if that wasn't jaw dropping enough, there was also a cute little teddy bear in the basket, staring right back at you with its cute little beady eyes and a cartoon smile.

“you're going to attract flies into your mouth. close up.” rin commented, scoffing in amusement at your reaction to his small gesture. he crossed his arms over his chest, trying his best to remain as indifferent as he could.

but if you took a closer look at him, you would realise that the tips of his ears held a faint red hue to them.

“but rin… what's this for? my period isn't even here yet.” you looked up at him with your stupidly wide eyes that could compare to a puppy's. seriously, sometimes rin wondered how you looked more like a dog than a human.

“yeah, but it's in two days, is it not?” that was a rhetorical question.

it wasn't that rin was genuinely asking whether your period was coming in two days, he knew. he was just telling you in a way that would make him feel like he held the upper hand against you, especially when it came to your own body.

he just wanted to challenge you to prove him wrong, as he always did. his confidence was always sky high— but rightfully so (in his opinion).

you blinked in surprise, grabbing your phone and unlocking it to check your period tracker. you had been losing track of time due to how busy you were that you hadn't even realised that rin was right. your period was coming in two days.

“how'd you know that?” you asked him back, seeming shocked that rin bothered to remember your monthly shark week. you were convinced he barely cared about dates that were not as important to him like anniversaries and your birthday.

“you think you're the only one with a period tracker app? i have it too.” rin answered, sounding as calm and nonchalant as he always did.

come on, it wouldn't hurt for him to show even an ounce of emotion. it was already so painfully obvious how much he loved and cared for you, it wouldn't bring any harm to be nice to you every now and then, would it?

“you're such a creep.” you tried to tease him in a serious tone, biting back the smile that threatened to show on your face. you were trying to get him to show his rare soft side.

but rin was one step ahead of you. he knew you better than the back of his hand, and he didn't hesitate to tease you back.

“i’ll take it as you don't want my gift then. might as well give it to another girl who'll appreciate it more than this ungrateful brat.” as if to entice even more of a reaction out of you, rin slowly edged his hand closer to the basket, threatening to take it away from you.

“what?! no! don't you dare!” you gasped, immediately hugging the basket protectively like it was your newborn baby.

that was exactly the reaction rin wanted out of you.

his cold facade was unable to further resist your cuteness and started to crumbled as a faint smirk ghosted his lips.

his hand that was once edging towards your basket (technically his, since he was the one that paid for everything) moved towards the top of your head to ruffle your hair.

silence filled the room, and you looked up at rin patiently with an anticipating smile on your face, waiting for him to finally say the words he had been holding back all this while.

“ i... i love you.” he eventually whispered out with a defeated sigh, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on your forehead. “don't ever forget that, ‘kay?”

rin knew he was bad at expressing his emotions. but he wanted to make sure to remind you from time to time that his feelings for you would never change. not now, not ever.

ᯓ★ michael kaiser ᝰ.ᐟ

“come.” kaiser patted his lap, a coy smirk on his lips as his sapphire eyes observed your figure standing by the bedroom door, not moving despite his command. “hurry up meine liebe, i don't have all day.”

those words were what finally made you obediently walk towards where kaiser was seated at; the chair just by the vanity table you both shared.

he rested his hand on the vanity table, rhythmically drumming his index finger on the surface of the table as his eyes remained fixated on you.

kaiser was a bold individual, and it was something you both hated and loved simultaneously.

he never tried to hide the fact how his eyes were always lingering on your body, staring at you like you were the next prey he wanted to devour.

even now, he watched intensely as your hips swayed from side to side while you walked across the bedroom to make your way towards him.

it was almost like you were strutting into the lion's den, volunteering to be his next meal.

and even as you finally lowered your hips and straddled his lap, kaiser didn't look away from you for even a second, the smirk on his face only growing more smug and cocky.

“you’re so cute, i can't tell if you're doing this on purpose to seduce me or not.” kaiser couldn't help but tease you, noting how your cheeks were rosy and the way you were trying to avoid his intense stare.

“quit it, mihya. didn't you say you were in a hurry?” you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's antics. it left you all weak and flustered, and you knew that kaiser took pleasure in seeing how he had the upper hand against you everytime.

you were nothing but a little mouse the lion planned to toy with for amusement before he eventually wolfed you down in his stomach.

“the emperor chooses his next move.” kaiser pointed his index finger at your cheek, slowly inching closer before gently giving you a little poke. “not you.”

despite his words, kaiser moved his hand away from your face to stop messing with you as he was not lying about being short of time.

his hand felt around the vanity table, before coming into contact with just the object he needed.

using his free arm to wrap around your waist to keep you steady in his lap, kaiser brought the eyeliner pen to his lips, using his teeth to bite the cover off before securing it on the back of the pen.

“be a good girl and sit still for me, hmm? i don't have time to redo it if you make me mess up.” typical of kaiser to push the blame onto you if he messed up. he was an egoist, thus his mistakes were never his. it was always someone else's.

he kept his hand steady as he moved the eyeliner closer to your face. once the tip of the red tinted pen was close enough to your skin, you closed your eyes so that kaiser could have an easier time applying it on you.

“you're so adorable for wanting to match with me, you know that meine liebe?” kaiser chuckled, using short and gentle strokes to draw the eyeliner onto your eyelids, just like how he would to himself every morning before he started his day. “you'll look gorgeous once i’m done with you, i promise.”

the room fell into a comfortable after kaiser's reassurance, as kaiser decided to direct his full focus on helping you apply the eyeliner. he didn't want to risk messing up.

afterall, he wouldn't have time to help you redraw it due to him having to rush to practice right after this.

you could feel goosebumps surfacing on your skin when you felt kaiser's hot breath hit your cheek. no doubt that he was intentionally leaning in closer to you just so he could get a reaction out of you, as he always did.

you could picture it in your head: his head tilted in an angle, his eyes squinted in concentration while gently drawing on your eyelids. it felt so comforting that you felt like you could fall asleep on his lap, but you resisted the urge to do so.

the sensation of kaiser stroking the eyeliner against your eyelids stopped, before the sound of him popping the cap back on the pen was heard.

“open your eyes, pretty girl. we're all done.” kaiser placed the eyeliner back in the drawer, his other arm still securely keeping you on his lap by holding your waist.

when you opened your eyes, kaiser's face was just inches away from yours. your eyes widened slightly at how close he was to you, trying to remain your composure.

the cocky smirk on his lips proved that he did this on purpose to entice a reaction out of you. before you could resist, your boyfriend leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

“take a look in the mirror, liebe. don't you just look so beautiful?” kaiser whispered huskily in your ear, gently grasping your chin between his thumb and index finger and guiding your face to turn towards the mirror on the vanity table.

you took a closer look at the reflection in front of you. you, sitting intimately on kaiser's lap whilst he had an arm slung around your waist and the both of you having matching red eyeliners. it looked…

“perfect.” you whispered it out loud without realising.

“oh? what was that?” kaiser leaned his ear closer to your mouth, taunting you to speak up so that he could hear you say it again, but louder.

“i said it looks perfect.” you replied without hesitation, and kaiser seemed satisfied by your obedience today. it was always a nice sight whenever you played along with his annoying and teasing nature.

“and you're perfect for me, liebe.” your boyfriend moved his hand to cup your cheek, the pad of his thumb caressing the fat of it. “you don't understand how grateful i am to have you by my side.”

and you could just about say the same thing about him.

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Glory days- S. Vettel

Sebastian Vettel x wife! Reader

In which you ask your husband to fuck you like he did in your glory days

Warnings?; SMUT, p in v, unprotected sex(plz use protection!), oral(f receiving), fingering(f receiving), dirty talk, ass slapping, degrading, cursing, porn with a small plot, prob many errors & bad grammar 

Part of my 1k celly:)

You blamed the internet for being the reason you were seeking out your husband. The damn tik tok you scrolled upon showing your husband being drowned in champagne by two of his closest friends and then him showing his tongue with his index finger up to the world.

You loved the way Sebastian treated you in the bedroom, there was no doubt about that.

But the video had you missing the RedBull days where he was more wild and would have you pinned against a wall with tears streaming down your face as he spat things at you in German, how he’d tease you for so long you were sobbing and begging for him, the quickies in his drivers room while the entirety of the RedBull team were looking for him.

Finally finding him sat at his desk in the office you snuck up behind him, running your hands down his chest to signal your presence.

“Hi meine Liebe” he smiled taking your hand in his, bringing it to his lips.

“Hi” you greeted back.

Turning around in his chair the man smiled up at you before pulling you onto his lap.

“The girls go down easy?”

“By the second story they were both snoring” he laughed at the thought of his sweet twins fast asleep.

“I’m glad, they love having you put them to bed” you beamed snuggling deep into his chest.

“And I love doing it”

You two sat like that for a minute , his large hand running along your back while he replied to emails he’d been putting off.

“Hey Seb?” Your soft voice broke the comfortable silence.

“Yes darling?”

“Remember the night you won your third championship?” You smirked at the sound of the him taking a sharp breath.

“Of course I do, what about it?” He coughed slightly shifting underneath you.

“Remember how drenched we were in champagne? How you poured it down my chest before licking it up? How you made me come three times in three different ways?”

A cry tore from your throat when his hand slotted in your hair and pulled you from his neck.

“What are you trying to do here Schatz?” He grunted

“I just…We haven’t gone at it like that in a long time, and don’t get me wrong I still love the way you fuck me but I kinda miss us being messy and rough” you spoke looking up at him with his favorite doe eyes.

A growl, an actual growl broke from the mans throat before he smashed his lips against yours, the kiss was hot and sloppy, something familiar but yet forgotten.

His free hand reaching down to grip your hip, pulling you so close you could feel his chest moving in and out against your own.

“Seb” you panted pulling away from his lips.

“What?”

“I need you, please. I need you to fuck me so hard that I don’t remember my own name-like you used to.” You begged the blonde.

Without anymore pleading he slipped his hands under your thighs before standing and making his way down the hall.

“Seb you passed the bedroom” you spoke with confusion.

“I know”

Confusion clouded your mind for a moment until you realized he was opening the door to one of your guest rooms.

“Further from the girls, don’t wanna risk your pathetic noises waking them” he spat, his hands hastily pulling your leggings down.

Slotting himself between your thighs he began trailing soft kisses against the insides of your thighs, lips brushing right past your wet cotton panties.

“Seb, please” you begged.

“Hush Kleiner Hase” he smirked at the yearning whimper that broke from your throat at the name.

His torturing kisses continued along your skin, nipping and sucking along the skin coaxing whines and whimpers from you.

“Sebastian baby-please, I need you” you begged, hands running through his soft and overgrown curls.

“Your the one that asked for this baby, wanted me to take care of like I used to.” He tutted and as much as you wanted to argue he was right.

Sebastian hardly made you wait anymore, usually due to the fact that kids made it hard for you two to take your time.

Finally running his fingers over the elastic of your panties Sebastian hooked a finger in the material and pulled them down your legs.

“So wet for me” breathed, mouth watering at the sight of your dripping folds.

“Oh god seb please” you whined.

Your body was aching for him at this point, wanting nothing more than his body pressed against yours while he fucked you silly and made you come over and over again.

A groan left your husbands throat as he left kisses along your folds, his tongue teasingly running through them. Your body shuddered at the feeling of his mouth finally coming into contact with your cunt.

Your fingers gather his hair in a vice grip, pulling on the locks so hard it had Sebastian whimpering.

“Feels so good Seb” you heaved, body shivering as he ate you like a starved man.

His tongue ran along your folds, moving in multiple different patterns while his nose bumped and prodded against your clit.

Sebastian’s hands pinned your hips down as you attempted to grind against his face, a sharp slap against your skin letting you know to knock it off.

Your thighs shook as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten by the seconds, your moans getting louder and your tugs on Sebastian’s hair getting harder.

“M’ gonna-fuck, gonna cum seb” you cried out.

“Go on pretty girl, cum for me. Want you to cum all over my face.” He encouraged as he slipped two fingers inside you to help guide you to your high.

You arched your back, breath quivering as you came, thighs closing around Sebastian’s head drawing the man even closer to your cunt then before.

Broken sobs escaped your throat as you came down from your high, Sebastian left wet kisses along the skin of your lower stomach while his fingers continued to work you open.

“So pretty Schatz” he cooed in your ear before your body was flipped over and you were placed on your knees with your face shoved into the comforter.

You could feel him shuffling before the warm head of his cock was placed against your folds, teasingly running through the cum and spit covered skin.

Sebastian shuddered as he slipped inside, his hands gripping your hips so hard you knew there’d be bruises in their place tomorrow.

“My fucking god..” he growled at the way your walls hugged him.

He could hear your muffled cries as he kept up a brutal pace, the sounds of skin slapping mixing in with your shared moans filled the room.

Your breath hitched with every thrust, you could feel every ridge and vain as he split you open. His deeps grunts and growls making you clench even tighter around him.

“Ah-fuck. Seb it feels so good” you whimpered as he placed a foot onto the soft mattress to allow him a deeper angle over your body.

“Yeah? Like when I fuck you like a little slut?” He spat, leaning his body over your back to whisper in your ear.

The man got nothing but muffled cries in return as your body squirmed underneath his, your toes curling in pleasure as he fucked you deep.

“Clenching me so tight” he panted into your neck.

Your breath hitched at every thrust, the heat in your lower stomach getting hotter and hotter by the second.

“Se-oh!-m’ gonna cum” you stuttered.

He smirked at the way your body shook due to his movements, how you cried as his hand came down hard against your plump ass.

“Go on Meine Liebe, come all over my cock like a good whore” he taunted as his thrusts picked up and soon his hand was placed on the back of your head; shoving your face into the mattress.

Your mouth opened in a silent scream, body trembling, and toes curling as your climax washed over you. Your entire body shook as Sebastian kept going, his thrusts unforgiving as he chased a high of his own.

Grunts filled the room as Sebastian felt the familiar shiver run down his spine and he came deep inside you, your cunt milking him dry.

He smirked at the sight of your fucked out face when he turned your body over, tear tracks covered your red cheeks as you panted for air.

“So pretty Liebling” he shushed as he ran his thumb along your warm cheek.

“Tha-that was amazing” you laughed as you pulled his body down to press against yours.

“Yeah?” He smirked as he placed kisses along your neck.

“Mhm”

“I’m glad because I’m far from being done with you”

-

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SOMETHING WAGERED !!! JENSON B. X DRIVER!FEM!READER X SEBASTIAN V. (18+)

summary: she really shouldn't have undermined their abilities to win a bet she off-handedly made.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), use of explicit language, dom!rbr!seb and dom!mclaren!jenson, threesome, oral sex (m receiving), p in v, spitroast 🥸/trip to paris or sumn, size kink-esque (someone choking reader to feel themselves in reader's- you'll see), praise kink + dumbification, bratty turned cockdrunk!reader

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she shouldn’t have undermined these bastards. 

that bet that she made with them was an off-handed comment, anyways. so why did they take it too seriously?

she had a podium streak in comparison to jenson button and sebastian vettel, always finding herself a rank or so above the two. because of her constant p2, her ego got the best of her — telling them that she would let them celebrate with her the next time they landed a place above her. 

she seemed to be hesitant at the thought of it at first— but she was more bewildered when her race engineer announced that jenson got p1 and red bull’s sebastian followed after him. she was in p3.

she had known that she had sebastian on her tail before the last lap, but she wondered where she went wrong as they sat in the cooldown room. the two men smirked and gave each other a knowing look, watching the woman as she sat there silently— unable to look at them. 

and now, a quick teasing and grinding of hips against the others later, she found herself whining on all fours between the two drivers. jenson’s cock pounding inside her cunt while her cheeks hollowed around sebastian’s length.

her eyes were teary as she took a deep breath, feeling sebastian’s hand wrapped around her neck as he groaned and swore in german.

“scheiße, schatz,” sebastian muttered beneath his breath, feeling her tongue lapping on the underside of his cock. “you suck my cock so well— and i thought driving's the only thing you’re good at.” 

sebastian squeezed her throat lightly, groaning deeply when he felt the bulge in her throat as she took his length in. “such a good girl, schatz— i can feel my throat in your cock, baby.” 

jenson chuckled breathlessly, driving his hips against her backside as he spoke, “wait ‘til you feel her cunt, mate. she’s so fuckin’ good— you’re such a good fuckin’ girl, no, baby?” 

her eyes found sebastian’s as she tried nodding. only to end up choking for a brief moment as she continued to moan around the german’s cock. 

her walls were too oversensitive from getting tossed back and forth between the two after each one of them fucked her with their thick fingers. yet jenson was kneeling behind her as if she had more in her system.

because truthfully, she did have more in her system— she just couldn’t explain it anymore. she was too drunk on their cocks that she couldn’t say anything.

sebastian took his hand away from her throat and tapped her face, “he’s asking you a question, liebe.”

she almost cried when sebastian pulled his cock out of her mouth, unable to utter a word besides from, “seb— please- wan’ your cock—“

“but jenson is asking you a question— do you even know what he’s asked, liebe?” sebastian crooned mockingly, making her shake her head in embarrassment and immense pleasure as he laughed, “oh my goodness, are you getting stupid for our cocks?”

“my goodness, gorgeous,” jenson laughed from behind, his thrusts making her moan aloud as he continued to mock her, “us winning must’ve made you dumb, huh? can’t you believe that we get to fuck you like this because you were so bratty before this week?” 

“jens— seb— ah,” she babbled, her arms shaking before she held onto sebastian’s hips. she looked up at him once more, eyes glazed with tears as she pleaded, “please… wan’ your cock so bad, seb.” 

“i know you do, liebe,” sebastian dipped his head down to peck her lips. “you knew we’d win after that bet of yours that’s why you made it, hm?” 

“such an eager girl,” jenson tsked, “you could’ve just begged us to fuck you like a good girl. you didn’t have to come bragging to us about your winning streak.” 

the next thing she knew was that her mouth was back to sucking sebastian’s cock, making lewd noises as she devoured his length. 

jenson’s cock was sending her to an overdrive, making her moan around sebastian as she whimpered. to make her body shake harder, jenson’s hand snaked around her hips and found its way towards her clit. 

“mmh- ah hah,” she tried to let out, but sebastian’s length kept her voice muffled and vibrating as sebastian moaned. 

“oh gooood~” sebastian groaned, “fucking hell, jenson keep fucking her like that.”

jenson hissed sharply, “god, she’s so fuckin’ tight around me, seb. she’s about to cum. good girl, baby— you are such a good fuckin’ girl for us.” 

she nearly screamed, too turned on by jenson and sebastian’s filthy yet praising words as she felt her legs shaking and cunt throbbing. 

“mh- ngh~ f…” jenson’s fingers continued to toy with her clit as she murmured around seb, “f- uck—!” 

her eyes began to roll back, her vision blurring and turning white as she came around jenson. jenson and sebastian groaned loudly as they both came, with sebastian’s cock twitching inside her mouth and jenson’s coating her walls white. 

her body limped for a brief moment, her ears listening to the men’s heavy breathing as they shuffled around the room. she hadn’t even bothered looking up until she saw jenson and sebastian standing in front of her. 

“mmm…” she hummed. 

“you look so pretty when you’re fucked out like this, doll,” jenson grinned at her, making her smile lazily. 

“maybe we should win more often,” sebastian snickered quietly. 

“and here i thought the prize money matters more,” she murmured quietly, making the two laugh at her quips. 

“not if we get to see you like this every win, darling,” jenson replied with a smirk, “now c’mon. drink up. you’ve promised to ride seb. up you get, sweets.” 

she never really should’ve undermined these bastards. especially when she saw how much energy they’ve had left after fucking her for hours.

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Public? // Felicitas Rauch

a/n: based off this request. Hope you like it:)

The tension was thick at home.

Felicitas loved you.

You loved Felicitas.

But that didn‘t change the fact that there was this strange atmosphere ever since the two of you had one of your biggest fight ever.

-

At the age of 15, Feli and you met.

At the age of 16, she asked you out on a date.

After several dates, you asked you to be her girlfriend - it took you some weeks to build up the courage to do so.

At the age of 23, Feli asked you to marry her.

At the age of 24, the two of you were happily married.

Both of you seemed to be happy - you were, but something in Felis mindset shifted which had led to your argument.

She hated that she couldn‘t wear her ring.

She hated that nobody knew she was married.

For the world, you didn’t exist - that‘s how many people knew about you.

You‘re her wife.

She wanted to show everybody how much in love she was with you.

She wanted to post pictures with you,

she wanted to hold your hand in public,

she wanted to be seen with you.

You‘re everything to her and nobody knew about it.

-

It started as a simple conversation.

"Liebe, can we talk about something?" the German asked, taking a seat in front of you. You looked up from your laptop, putting the pen down, so your complete attention was on her. "Is everything alright?" you questioned, a big frown displayed over your features. It was never a good sign to start conversations like that, "what‘s wrong?"

The defender took a deep breath before she answered straightforward, "be my wife." which came out ruder than intended.

Confused, you looked at her, "I am"

"You‘re not" she declared, her jaw tense.

"What‘re you talking about?" you closed your laptop, "does that mean nothing?" wiggling with your ringfinger.

"No" she didn‘t want to get mad but slowly anger started to float through her body, all her emotions discovering the surface, "because I can‘t wear mine!"

Taken back by her outburst, you matched her tone, "that‘s not my fault! You‘re the athlete, not me"

"You wanted us to be private!" her voice raised, "I could‘ve easily taped my ring" with her finger at the brick of nose, she tried to calm down. That’s not the way she wanted it to turn out - not at all.

"I want to be public" she stated, this time a much softer voice talking to you. The voice you could listen hours to.

"I don’t!"

With her voice level back angry and heart hurt, she growled, "Why not?!"

"I don‘t want to"

Your answer only made her angrier as she stood up and walked around the kitchen counter to pour herself a glass of water.

"That‘s not a reason!"

"You know what?!" leaving the chair, you gathered your notes, "I don‘t have to explain myself"

Feli could only watch as you took your laptop and walked away, in the direction of the front door.

Quickly, she followed you, stopping you in your tracks as she grabbed your wrist, her touch gentle, "Where are you going?"

"Away from you!" you felt so hurt, the insult of not being her wife. Was this whole marriage a joke to her?

"Y/n" she started, the hurt on your face visible for her, "please-"

"No, i got the message" you grumbled, "it‘s yours" angrily you took of the ring, slamming it down on the shelf.

Maybe it was childish to take off your ring but you felt helpless. She had been your girlfriend for many years and your wife for a few years, but never, never ever had she hurt you as much with a statement as she just did.

You left shortly after, Feli standing in the hall with an empty expression on her, your ring between her fingers.

She fucked up. She really did and she knew.

-

It was dark outside, 10 minutes before midnight and you still weren‘t home which made her anxious. The varnish of her nails was peeled off, her leg hobbling up and down and her mind racing with worst case scenarios.

Liebe❤️

When are you coming home?

please let me know

Even though you were hurt, you replied to her text. You hated it not reply to her texts and you could imagine how she was feeling, you hated it too when you didn’t know when she was coming home.

You

one hour.

Feli was laying in bed, anxiously watching the clock in your bedroom as she waited for you to come home. There was no way she would fall asleep before she knew you were safely at home.

Exactly an hour later, you opened the front door, walking into your home, eyes puffy and red. The defender didn’t leave the bed, she didn’t try to approach you nor talk to you. She wanted to let you be. Yet that didn‘t stop her from hoping you would join her in bed.

And you did.

Wordlessly you laid down, your back facing her. The German felt her heart sink, usually you would always cuddle her - she really had fucked up.

It took you about 20 minutes before you fell asleep, your body physically exhausted, Feli still wide awake. As your soft snores filled the room the defender was quick to decide what her next move would be. She couldn’t sleep without holding you, so that‘s what she did. Her arms snuggled around waist as she pulled you close, your body relaxing in her touch. She would make it up to you - that was a promise.

-

You woke up alone in bed, the wolfsburg player nowhere to be seen. Making your way out of bed, dressed in a oversized shirt and shorts, you walked in the kitchen, the smell of pancakes hitting your nostrils, "good morning" you muttered as you rubbed your eyes, taking on seat at the bar stool.

"Hey" the german whispered as she took you in, "I made you breakfast" she handed you the plate which was filled with pancakes.

"Thank you"

It was silent for a few moments.

"I‘m sorry" your wife started, "I’m so sorry. You‘re my wife no matter if the world knows that or not- I shouldn’t have yelled at you and I’m so sorry for insulting you like that" she inhaled sharply, turning to you as she gently interwined your fingers, "I love you. You are everything to me"

"Your comment hurt me" you whispered, your head falling against her shoulder as she instantly wrapped her arms around you. Silent tears streamed down your face as she mumbled sweet nothings in your ear.

"I‘m so sorry, baby" multiple kisses were pressed against your head, "I don’t wanna be public if you don‘t want to. I want you to be happy"

Her hands cupped your cheeks as she made you look at her, her eyes determined with her statement, "I love you"

-

"Can you tell me why you don‘t want to be public?" she asked one evening as she held you in her arms with the tv playing in the background. Her tone was gentle, understanding and as if she would accept every answer, she just had to know an answer.

"I like privacy"

And even though, it was indeed true that you enjoyed your privacy, the real reason to stay in secret was because you were afraid. You feared the public and their words. You didn‘t want your relationship to break down because her fans didn‘t like you or your looks or the fact that you don’t play nor enjoy football.

Just you and her.

-

The topic wasn‘t brought up again yet you could see how it killed Feli from day to day, how much it hurt her to take off her ring every morning. Her eyes stopped shining the way they used to, her smile didn‘t reach the corner of her eyes anymore - the light was missing.

She loved you, she really did and she still treated you like a princess but not wearing her ring, not having the opportunity to show you off left her heart in pain.

Which is why you did what you did one day after her training.

The defender came home with a smile tugged on her lips as she told you about her day.

After her story about the day, "I‘m going to shower, baby" she stated, pressing multiple kisses to your cheeks before she walked towards the bathroom, her phone resting on the kitchen counter.

When you heard the shower, it was safe to say that she wouldn‘t come out of the bathroom for at least 20 minutes.

Snatching her phone from the counter, you made yourself comfortable on the couch. Feli never had a problem if you take her phone, she had nothing to hide and was fully convinced that you would never control her which was true. Never ever would you stalk through her phone or anything, most of the time when you used her phone was for music, hay day or when she asked you to reply to someone. You trusted each other blindly and more than anything, so opening instagram, you did the thing that made her happy, hopefully.

You revealed your marriage with a simple post.

Within seconds her phone blew off, notification after notification.

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When Feli left the bathroom, you were happily cooking some dinner as music played softly in the background. You swayed with the beat, humming along the lyrics as you prepared your meal.

In the meantime Feli walked in the living room as she heard her phone ring constantly. What was happening?

And then she saw it.

Over a thousand notifications on instagram.

Why?

Your post.

"Liebe!" she yelled while she quickly entered the kitchen.

"Ye-" you‘re cut of as lips were pressed against your own, strong arms wrapping around your waist.

Feli kissed you with every inch of love in her body,

she kissed you with so much happiness,

she kissed you with a new found passion.

When air became a problem, you pulled away, the defender chasing after your lips for multiple pecks.

"What was that?" you asked, completely out of breath, lips swollen and chest heavily rising and falling.

Replying with "A thank you" she cupped your cheeks, thumb softly caressing it, "for the- that the world knows I‘m married and happily so"

your cheeks turned red, her gaze so intense as it was filled with love. She smiled brightly at you, a smile that reached the corner of her eyes.

"I‘m sorry for being so secretive, I was afraid of the outcome- the media and fans but I’m done with it. I love you and it‘s time for everyone to know" you stated in a firm voice, ready to fight the world if needed.

"I‘m so in love with you"

-

Since that day, there hasn't been a day where Felicitas took off her wedding ring. In games, she would tape it up, the same as in training. It was her good luck charm and everybody should know it.

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✧ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 | hey baby au ♔

summary: anna takes asher to the first game of the season

warnings: none, at least i think so

notes: part of the 'hey baby' series. welcome back everyone, sorry i haven't done this series, i didn't know what to write (please send asks and thoughts). hope you guys enjoy this and yeah. add yourself to the taglist ➵ taglist!

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“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” Nico groaned from the extra weight on his bed and turned over.

“Asher.” Nico’s accent came through and the boy giggled, “Uncle Nico! It’s time to get up. It’s your first game today.”

“Yes, I know, meine liebe. But that means I need my sleep.”

“Uncle Nico what does ‘min- mina- lib-lirba’ mean.”

Nico sits up and scoots back so his back is flush agains the headboard and moves his nephew into his lap, “It’s meine liebe, schatz, and it means ‘my love’. And before you ask, schatz means hon.”

Asher nods excitedly, thoroughly entranced with his family’s native language. Nico continues to speak and tell Asher different German words when Anna knocks on his door, “Ash, what did I tell you last night about waking your uncle up?”

“Not to do it.”

“It’s alright, schatz. No biggie.”

“Mommy! Did you know that sc-schatz means ‘hon’?”

Anna shakes her head, “No, I did not know that, my love. Now how about we make some breakfast.”

Asher nodded his head once more and raced out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, “I’m sorry about him waking you up, Neeks. It’s been a long week.”

Nico gets up and throws one of his shirts on before going over to his sister, “I promise you, it’s okay. I can only imagine how draining it is, You’re doing great.” He kisses her on the forehead and she smiles walking away to make some food. 

✧༺✎༻∞

Asher could not contain his excitement. Anna was lucky that she even got him to go down for a nap earlier right before the game. He made Anna get to the Prudential Center before the doors were even open, having Nico go and get them. 

Asher excitedly clambered down from his mom’s grasp and went to grip his uncle’s outstretched hand. Anna followed behind the two, looking around at the arena along checking her phone whenever they stopped so Asher could ask questions. When the clubhouse came into view, Asher ran to the door and tried to open it, “Woah woah woah, there kumpel.”

“I wanna see everybody!” Asher bounced on his feet, extremely tempted to start running around the hallways. 

“One moment, Ash.” Nico knocked on the door making sure it was decent before tkaing his nephew into the crowded room. 

“Hi everyone!”

“Hi Asher.” Everyone let out their greetings and Asher went around saying hi to everyone. 

“Hi Uncle Jesp. Hi Uncle Gravy. Hi Uncle Dougie. Hi Uncle Cloudy. Hi Uncle Jonas. Hi Uncle Tater Tot. Hi Uncle Dawson. Hi Uncle Bernier. Hi Jack! Mommy this is my new friend Jack!”

Anna looked up from her phone and in between her son and Jack, “I see honey. Go ahead and ask him, if you want.”

He nodded, “Jack, can you guess my five favorite things?” Asher loved to have people guess his favorite things. Nobody knew why he did, yet it was always funny how mad he got if someone got it wrong.

“I’m gonna say dinosaurs, airplanes, rainbows, and chicken nuggets.” Asher nodded his head as Jack spoke looking happy that he was gonna get them all right, “And the New York Rangers.”

Asher gasped in offense, “No! Why would I like the Rangers, Jack?” Jack shrugged, “I’m just joking, little man. You’re favorite team is obviously the Devils.”

He nodded in approval and walked back over to his mom, “Bye everyone. Good luck!”

Everyone waved at the little boy as he and Anna walked out of the locker room. She took him to their seats, right near the glass per his request. They waited until warmups, Asher making Anna take pictures of him and the rink with his jersey on as people piled into The Rock. The boy made friends with the poeple who sat around him, a nice young couple, a family with two kids, and a group teenage boys, who he was the biggest fan of. 

The boys played rock, paper, scissors with him along with allowing him to play on their phones. When warmups started. Asher was standing and banging on the glass trying to get one of his uncles’ attention. When Ryan came over he started chanting, “Uncle Gravy! Uncle Gravy! Uncle Gravy!” IN reutnr, Ryan threw him a puck and he squealed.

The people beside them laughed at the boy’s antics, yet that wasn’t the last that they would hear from the boy. Whenever the Devils would score, he would chant their scorers name and then those who got the assist. Whenever the Blackhawks scored, he would boo saying something about how it wasn’t Bernier’s fault. And when the Devils got into the penalty box Asher would look towards his mom and “whisper”, “Mommy, Uncle …, did something bad.” When the Blackhawks got a penalty he screamed “Sentence to life” which Anna has no clue where he learned it from but had a sneaking suspicion. 

When Jack got the OT winner Asher was beyond happy, screaming, “Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack!”

Anna took him to see the boys after the game and even allowed them to take the two out to dinner to celebrate the first game, and win, of the season.

✧༺✎༻∞

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anna.hischier Asher's (and the devils) first game of the season. congratulations on the win boys. Ashy even got a puck from Uncle Gravy

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nicohischier I think he should come to all of our games

⤷ anna.hichier @/nicohischier haha you wish, neeks, not happening

⤷ ryangraves27 @/anna.hischier I agree with cap

dougieham Thanks for bringing him, Anns. I swear he's our good luck charm

⤷ anna.hischier @/dougieham I'm glad we got to come! We'll see you guys in a month!

taliaforester he's so adorable!!! Love his Hischier jersey

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☆morse code

Michael Kaiser x fem! reader

in which you try asking for help using morse code.

content warning: yandere themes, possesiveness, aggression, violence, it is implied that reader is kidnapped, obssessive behavior, nonverbal threatening

after a really intense match, there was nothing kaiser wanted to do more than take you out on a date.

you, his sweet, little girlfriend.

at least, that's what that sick bastard considered you to be. in reality, you were a victim of his obssessive love.

when kaiser proposed the idea of going out on a date, you instantly accepted. not like you had another choice, but it's been months since you exited that stupid, luxurious mansion of his. a little human contact outside him wouldn't hurt.

perhaps, you could even try a way to escape, to tell someone, anyone, that you are in danger.

during these months, you secretly studied morse code, in hopes for a situation like this to happen. and, maybe, luck was on your side.

so, without any complaints, when kaiser texted you 'get ready, liebling, we are going out tonitht', you immediately put on the dress you knew he liked the most and got pretty for him.

to say michael was in an awe when he saw you was an understatement. the way you looked mesmerized him to the point he would throw the whole idea away and keep you there.

you were truly a sight to see, a goddess. the way you looked made him hard on the spot, but he brushed those thoughts away, looking at you with his usual smirk as he sneaked a hand around your waist.

"i see you've gotten all dolled up for me, liebling, just how i like you. after all, i'm sure you know that's what an emperor like me deserves." he said and he pulled you into a kiss, which you accepted with a smile. a fake one, that is, but you learned to master them.

you knew better than to upset kaiser, after all.

as soon as you arrived at the restaurant, he pulled the chair for you to sit down with a sickeningly sweet smile on his face. for anyone foreign to your relationship, you looked like your average loving couple.

and, maybe, you would've thought that too if it wasn't for the fact that you knew that act of his all too well.

as soon as the waiter came to pick your order, your gaze followed his as you let micahel tell him what he wanted to order for the two of you.

one fast blink. another one. and another one. first letter—S.

you made eye contact with the waiter, who just nodded while noting down what kaiser told him to.

pause.

a slower blink. then two other slow ones. second letter—O.

the waiter raised a brow but didn't question and he took his leave, silently watching.

as kaiser started bragging about how he scored three goals in that game, you kept your eyes on the waiter, blinking the start of the S letter again.

seeing you weren't listening, michael raised a brow. "liebling. what's wrong?"

"hmm? nothing." you chuckled nervously as you blinked again, moving your eyes to meet his blue ones.

"why are you blinking so much?" he asked, leaning over the table. he had his famous smirk plastered over his beautiful lips. his eyes were already suspicious as you blinked for the third time, finishing your last letter.

"a-ah, that?" you chuckled again, uneasiness plastering over you face. "i have...something in my eye!" you came up with a stupid lie, which kaiser did not even bother to believe. the man smirked amused. however, his blue eyes were everything but amused.

"oh? is that so, meine liebe? here..." he said in a calm tone, leaning more over the table. his arm was extended, trying to reach your face. "let me get it out." the glare in his eyes told you everything. you were caught and he didn't need to try the slightest.

"no, thank you, love." you said nervously. you took a deep breath and forced a smile for him. 'i don't want to die.' you thought as you looked into his cold eyes.

as if reading your mind, his smirk widened and leaned a little closer, his hand touching your face, grabbing your chin. before he could say anything, the waiter approached you and asked with a smile.

"good evening, miss, sir. i saw that miss was blinking at me. is everything alright?" he asked as he eyed you, a small hint of concern plastered on his face.

kaiser let go of your chin and remained quiet as he looked at you. the glare in his ocean eyes was almost daring. challenging you to say what you actually wanted to say and see the consequences.

before you could say something, you saw michael grabbing his knife, a sick smirk on his face as he cut through his steak. as if saying—'a wrong move and this will be you.'

you gulped and you felt a cold sweat washing over you. taking a deep breath, you looked at the waiter and put on your sweetest smile. "of course everything is alright, sir. i was blinking because i had something in my eye. don't worry." you said and, for anyone except kaiser, the answer seemed fully honest.

fact that made michael's smirk widen. he waited for the waiter to leave before he clicked his tongue and looked at you.

"morse code, huh?" he asked and you remained silent. "i think i told you multiple times you cannot escape me, didn't i, my dear?"

silence once again.

perhaps, he was right.

oh, he was most definitely right.

#bllk #yandere bllk x reader #anime #yandere #yandere bllk #yandere bluelock #yandere themes #bluelock #blue lock #fem reader #michael kaiser #kaiser x reader #bllk kaiser #blue lock kaiser #yandere kaiser #yandere michael kaiser #kaiser michael x reader #michael kaiser x reader

[ichikopotato]

CAN U MAKE CLINGY TOM FLUFF

Of course, lovely! 💋 (sorry this took so long to respond. 🥹)

2007! Clingy Tom

synopsis : in which Tom comes home from band practice tired, and stressed. The only thing that can help him relieve it is you.

warnings : suggestive, making out. (winkwink)

a/n: sorry this took so long, so busy with school. Hope you all stay by me🫶🏻

—> IT WAS A RAINY NIGHT with you sitting on your shared bed. You were watching TV, waiting patiently for your boyfriend. Tom usually comes home at this hour, but for some reason he was late for about 15 minutes.

You hear the apartment door open, smiling as you knew it was him from his heavy footsteps. “Schatzi? M’Home!” He says, heading to your bedroom. He opens the door with a pout on his handsome face.

“Aw, meine liebe. What’s wrong?” You frown, opening your arms at him. He immediately jumps on the bed, clinging onto you. He removes his cap, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

“Baby, band practice sucked. I kept messing up my rhythm and notes.” He whined softly, kissing your neck. You rubbed his back gently, kissing his forehead as he held you tighter.

“I just wanna— mm.. stay with you all the time.” He inhaled your scent, smiling. You played with his dreadlocks, giggling softly. “You’re so cute, Liebling” you mutter.

He looks up at you with his doe eyes, filled with love. He gently grabs your chin, pulling you into a kiss. You smile, giggling. He smiles, pulling you in closer.

“mmph— Schatzi..” he muttered in between the kiss. He laid in between your thighs, still making out with you. The kiss eventually turned sloppy, making you pull away, panting and flushing.

“n-need to breathe, baby—“ you said, giggling. “Es tut mir laid, got a little carried away.” He smirked, playing with his lip piercing. He nuzzled his nose into your neck again.

He pulls you closer, hugging your waist tighter. “Wanna stay like this forever, just with the love of my life.” He cheekily smirked, pecking your lips.

“Liebe, tell me more about what happened to you today.” You smile, playing with his dreadlocks once more. He smiled, explaining his day.

“.. yeah, and Georg just kept laughing, cause I keep spacing out thinking about you.” He said, looking up at you. “Then Bill threw his shoe at me, annoyed” he laughed, smirking.

You laughed, kissing his forehead. “Gut thing you get to have a day off tomorrow, my love. Mein baby has been working s’hard all the time.” You mutter, blushing softly.

He nodded, smiling relieved. “I get to bring meine Hübsches Mädchen out on a date again.” He smirked, kissing your neck softly.

“And maybe after that, I get to show her how pretty she is, and how much I love her.” He played with his lip piercing, smirking as his eyes flickered to your lips before looking back at you.

“She’ll definitely let you, meine Liebling.” You smiled cheekily.

“Wanna make out again while we cuddle?” He muttered innocently, smirking. Guess you’ll be stuck with this clingy boy forever.

SORRY IF THIS WAS SHORT, I DID THIS WHILE DOING MY PROJECT. LOVE YOU ALL, STAY SAFE💋🫶🏻

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz angst #bill kaulitz smut #clingy af

[gh0stlyfixation]

Bad memories

Paring: Simon x fem!reader x König

Summary: Simon comes home to you a König but the mission was a bad one causing Simon to get in a mood, he takes it out on you and König puts Simon in his place.

This is kinda based on a fic I read a while ago, however, I can’t remember who wrote it! So if it sounds a little familiar and you know who wrote it please let me know so I can link there’s❤️

I've been in a König and Simon mood lately. I have a few fics coming out from anons for Elijah, Klaus, and Harwin☺️

Warning: mention of PTSD, Simons afraid to lose his loves.

It wasn’t unusual for Simon to come home silent. Usually, a hot shower and dinner would warm him up then he’d be back to your Simon. But something happened during this mission and Simons been cold for days.

König had to reassure you that he wasn’t mad at you when Simon would snap at you for small reasons. König understood PTSD and it’s something Simon was struggling with. No matter how much König tried to get him to open up, Simon would just bark back at him and lock himself in his office. König would hold you close and tell you how amazing you were at the end of the day in bed. Simon wouldn’t join.

It wasn’t too much to handle, Simon would come back on his terms but it took today for König to put Simon back in place when he came home and found you sobbing on the couch and Simon gone. Something bad had happened.

You weren’t sure what tick him off this time. You tried hard to walk around Simon quietly, almost avoiding him. You felt like you were walking around glass, it could break at any moment.

You were washing dishes after cooking lunch, leaving Simon's leftovers in the microwave as you’ve always done. Just because he was treating both you and König like shit, didn’t mean Simon didn’t deserve some love.

You did understand why his mood was shit, how could it be okay after watching team members die, killing people, and barking orders all day long? It made sense but it didn’t make sense that you were the punching bag, not even König received the yelling, he was just ignored.

“What the fuck? I told you not to touch my shit.” Simon yelled coming down the stairs.

“What?” You asked, confused.

“I said that I told you not to move my shit. You moved my gear.” He accused you.

You don’t remember moving anything of his. You haven’t even touched his dirty dishes, König did that. It must’ve been König and you were receiving the blow for it. “I didn’t move shit.” You said back.

“Stop fucking lying. You do this shit all the time. Just fucking leave it alone. Now, where is it?” He yelled.

“I said I didn’t fucking move it.” You replied. Your eyes were getting glossy, frustrated he didn’t believe you and sad he was talking like this to you.

“Fuck!” He yelled, startling you, before storming out the doors.

König came home moments after Simon sped out of the driveway finding you on the couch in tears.

“Meine Liebe, what’s happened?” He asked sitting on the couch and pulling you to his lap. “What did he do?” He asked trying to pry your hands from covering your face. You shook your head no, not wanting him to see how badly Simon has hurt you.

“Was hat der arschloch gemacht?” What did that asshole do? König spat out.

“We got into an argument,” you finally said. Sniffling your tears away. You showed him your wet face and he dried it as much as possible.

“What about?” He questioned.

“Said I moved his gear and that he doesn’t like it when his things get moved. I didn’t move it. He called me a liar and left after screaming. I didn’t move it.” You sniffled, more tears threatening to leak from your eyes.

“Ich bring den um.” I'll kill him. He told you bringing you into a hug. Once you calmed down you sat back up in his lap giving him a peck on the lips.

“I understand why he’s been like this but I don’t understand why I’m getting the blunt end of it. What did I do wrong?” You sadly spoke, lowering your gaze.

“You did nothing Liebe,” he softly spoke. “Why don't you get dressed, and go shopping? I’ll stay here and talk to Simon. This is getting out of hand.” He said standing up, still holding you. You wrapped your legs around him and giggled.

“Dress me?” You asked sweetly. He smiled.

—

You left the house few hours ago, updating König that you were going to use the credit card Simon gave you and “spend all his money because I deserve it.”

“Yes you do Liebling,” darling, he would text back.

König sat in Simon's office at his desk chair. The room was dark with the blackout curtains covering the sun. König was pissed, he was ready to beat the shit out of Simon.

König understood Simon and why he’d be like this, but to treat their precious girl like this? Not happening, he'd put him in his place and then find out the cause.

Simon walks in and turns on the light to see König sitting in his chair. “Wha-,” Simon started before König interrupted him.

“Sit the fuck down.” He spoke up.

Simon immediately sat down, not used to this tone of voice from König, “if it wasn’t for our sweet girl asking me not to beat you, I would. I’m so besoffen. wie konntest du sie so behandeln? Was zum Teufel hat sie dir angetan?” Pissed. How could you treat her like this? What the fuck did she do to you? König yelled. “I thought this would stop after a few days but it's been weeks, Si,” Simon knew he’s made a big mistake when König starts using German.

Simon realizes he’s messed up. He looks at König, a guilty look plastered on his face, “I don’t know how to process it.” Simon admits,. He looks won down, something König hasn't noticed because he's been holding you while you cry.

He suddenly feels guilty he hasnt been helping Simon to feel better. “Process what? What happened?” König asked, his anger now disappearing as Simon finally opens up.

“I saw a mother and her baby get shot. I watched two innocent lives die, for what? Just because the enemy can?” Simon said. Tears primmed his eyes, he's tired. He hasn't slept.

König realizes what Simon is comparing this too, “your sister and nephew?” He asked.

“And Y/N and you and our future children. A repeat in history could happen. I could lose everything again.” Simon said.

“You know that won’t happen. We all three are trained killers. We are masked when on the line, and we take precautions. It still gives you no right to treat her like this, like müll.” Trash. Konig told him.

“Where is she?” Simon asked

“She’s spending all your money right now,” König told him standing up. Simon remained seated as König wrapped his arms around his shoulders pressing Simon's face into his chest, “we aren’t going anywhere anytime soon. We still have a full life to live, babies to make, and time to make memories. So don’t waste it by treating our girl like shit.” He told Simon.

Simon nodded, “I guess I thought if I pushed you guys away, you’d eventually go.” Simon said as they heard the door open and bags be dropped to the floor.

“Sounds like your gonna have a hefty bill to pay.”

“As I deserve.” Simon groaned already assuming the amount he owed on his credit card.

“Hey König!” You yelled with excited from down the stairs, “I bought that necklace I wanted!” You said. König looked over at Simon.

“Please not the one from Tiffany’s.” Simon begged.

“It’s the one from Tiffany’s!” You finished.

Simon lowered his head and placed them in his hands, “can’t wait to see that bill.” König said walking out of the office

#simon riley imagine #konig imagine #simon ghost riley #konig #simon riley x reader #konig x reader #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #simon riley #konig x ghost #konig x simon Riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley imagine #konig x you

[gothicflowers]

Tall Doors

König x gn!Reader

SFW fluff

Warnings: fluff, no proofreading

The second you seen the plane he was on go out of view you got back into the suv that konig picked to fit his large stature. A large roll of cash tucked into the zipper of your purse. As soon as he got the news last week that he’d be leaving you could finally put your plan into motion.

*One month later*

The master bathroom had been gutted. The largest bathtub you could find had been installed and you even put in a walk in shower. You laid tile and repainted in one of Königs favorite colors. You’d done all the work yourself since you knew how to do it working for your family’s business when you were younger. The bathroom was now warm and comfortable, and could fit a 6’10 man very comfortably.

Your next project was going to make messes across the house but it will be worth it. The home that you and König purchased earlier this year was almost all original. But all the door frames stood 6’5. You’d be raising the door height as well as fixing the low hanging lights he always hit his head on.

*two weeks later*

All your work was finished. A new tall front door, new couch, new lighting fixtures, new bathroom. You even had a custom mattress and extra sturdy bed frame made so his feet wouldn’t hang off. All to ensure your love will never crouch down in his home again. All for him.

New message: this is a message from Kortac Delivery Services letting you know your package will be arriving tonight at 18:30. Please respond YES if you will be picking up your package or NO to stop receiving messages.

Replying YES you practically screamed in joy

He was coming home, two weeks earlier than expected. Overjoyed you made a stop at grocery store and got the ingredients for his favorite dish and picked up two bottles of his favorite wine.

Back home you had everything prepared and got ready in that outfit he loved you in. Fixxing your hair and applying a sweet perfume feeling ready to see your man.

-

“Ich habe dich so sehr vermisst Schatz” (I missed you so much my love)

“I missed you too”

One passionate kiss later and his large had guided you to the car.

-

He walked through the front door and froze.

“What wrong”

“I fit through the door” he said in a confused tone.

“Yes” you laughed and his eyes staring at the door. He walked in and out three more times.

“Meine Liebe, did you get a bigger door for me”

“Come see what else I’ve done”

He stood tall walking through the house. Comfortably even. His mask at some point had finally came off since he only wore it to and from work. He had the biggest smile when he noticed that you raised and replaced some of the lights that he would constantly walk into. Once into the master bedroom he let out a gasp. Looking at the hand crafted bed frame and mattress with silk sheets.

“It’s so big, oh Meine Liebe you… I can’t thank you enough. You treat me so well. I can’t express how much I appreciate what you’ve done”

One hand on your waist and one on your neck he pulled you in for a passionate kiss.

“Thank you Meine Liebe”

“You haven’t seen one of the best parts”

You pulled him into the newly renovated bathroom.

“I figured a nice tub to soak in would help your back” you stood in the middle of the bathroom admiring his reaction and his figure.

“This is perfect, truly meine geliebte”(my beloved) he said breathlessly in awe, lust in his eyes.

“I’m glad you love it”

“I more than love it, I can’t express. How about I start this bath, and since it’s big enough for us both it will take a while to fill… we go break in that new bed and I show you how much I appreciate you and then bathe after” his accent becoming deeper. His was holding onto your waist now. A devilish smirk on his.

“Natürlich mein König” (of course my king)

#könig x reader #konig x you #konig x reader #konig cod #konig mw2 #call of duty #konig x y/n #konig call of duty #flowerwrites

[i4bellingham]

INSTAGRAM FILES: jude bellingham x reader x jamal musiala

SYNOPSIS: in which you and jude announce your break up and the events that soon follow after.

NOTES: please ignore the errors i made lol i freaking love doing social media au’s can you guys tell? 😍

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yourusername

📍Bavaria, Germany

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user1 YOU'RE BACK IN UR HOMETOWN !!!

user2 dortmund probably wasn't such a good place huh :/

alphonsodavies you should visit us at allianz arena soon!

yourusername will do phonzy!

user3 hasn't she just broken up with jude last month? 😟

user4 lmao she's been friends with musiala way before she even met jude 🤣

jamalmusiala10 lass uns bald mit den anderen losziehen ❤️ let's go out with the others soon

yourusername ja, lasst uns! yes, let's

user5 what on earth is happening 🙁

　

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jamalmusiala10 herzlichen glückwunsch zum geburtstag an meinen seelenverwandten. du hast das grösste herz und die grösste liebe für jeden, aber es ist eine schande, dass nicht jeder das schätzt und sieht. denk immer daran, dass ich für dich da bin. ich liebe dich, nochmals herzlichen glückwunsch zum geburtstag ❤️ happy birthday to my soulmate. you have the biggest heart and love for everyone, but it's a shame that not everyone appreciates and sees that. always remember that i am here for you. i love you, happy birthday again.

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yourusername danke, bambi. ich habe großes glück, dich als freundin zu haben. cih leibe dich ❤️ thank you, bambi. i’m very lucky to have you as a friend. i love you

user1 JAMAL CALLED HER HIS SOULMATE AGAIN 😭❤️❤️

user2 atp i think we can say miss girl dated the wrong football player 😭😭

user3 he stopped calling her that (& vice versa) when she was still dating jude omfg my heart

user4 y/n l/n, through the eyes of jamal musiala 🥺

yourfriend lass uns bald zusammen essen gehen! let's have dinner together soon

　

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user1 lmfao that's literally jude and y/n

user2 jude cheated? 😟🙁

user3 man i used to root for them to last too ://

yourfriend just shows you can’t trust most guys these days 😐

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user4 that's so hypocritical of the girl lmaoooo 🤣🤣🤣 miss girl be upset that her famous and well loved man is cozying up with diff girls when she's out there flaunting her flirty ass relationship with her bsf 🤣🤣

user5 you're so fucking stupid harvard’s knocking at your door.

user6 the difference is that j*de did it while he was still in a fucking relationship. y/n on the other hand had been best friends with musiala since they were kids and continues to be the best of friends until now. if she decides to start a relationship with him why not? she's known him longer than she's ever known jude and truthfully, musiala acts more of a decent boyfriend than j*de ever was to her 😐

user7 user6 slay bestie. roast that fatherless bitch

　　　

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yourusername and i still ride with my day one ❤️

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user1 that caption though 😍

user2 date night 🙊

yourfriend looking stunning my love ! 😍💋

yourusername i miss you! we should get that dinner soon when you're back!

user3 after their breakup went viral more football players started following her oh my lord 🤭

jamalmusiala10 ❤️❤️❤️

user4 WAIT ARE Y'ALL TOGETHER OR WHAT ?????

user5 lmfao u forgot jude that easily? 🤣

user6 it's been 7 months bestie move the fuck on

yourmom beautiful 😍

yourfriend2 the audacity to have to look this beautiful 😩

#☆ i4bellingham writes. #☆ jamal musiala #jamal musiala x reader #jamal musiala x you #jamal musiala fanfic #jamal musiala fanfiction #jamal musiala #☆ jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham fanfiction #jude bellingham fanfic #football instagram au

[tomssexdoll]

heyyy so hear me out Tom and reader are dating and he is helping her with something like she doesn’t have good grades from math but he does and so she asks him to help her with homework from math and he is like playful “if you will get it right i will kiss you” and stuff it can be smut or fluff whatever you want

ooo

I called Tom, he was a genius at maths and I was terrible. I was struggling with my maths assignments and homework and needed him to help me since I was so close to failing.

"Hey baby, can you come over? I need help with my math homework" I winced, he chuckled over the phone, "yeah alright liebe, I'll be there in 10"

As he arrived we went up to my room, I layed out everything for him and started to study. Instead of paying attention I'd drift off, daydreaming anytime he'd explain an equation.

He slowly got frustrared and snapped me out of my trance, "baby, how about this, since you weren't listening to anything I was saying" but I was.." I interruped, he gave me a 'really' look, I giggled, "fine fine I wasn't, continue" "as I was saying, for every right answer you get I'll kiss you", my eyes lit up and I instantly turned to him, accepting his idea.

"Yes yes!" I squealed, flipping to the start of the homework. He explained some things to me beforehand and then starting to ask questions. "So what's the square root of 64?", "uhh....8?" he smirked and nodded, "goodjob baby!" leaning in and kissing me softly.

I grinned, a huge stupid smile plastered on my face.

We continued to go through the answers, whimpering when I got it wrong. Sometimes he'd give me the benefit of the doubt if I was close enough and kissed me anyway.

We were through our last set of questions and these were hard, I bit my nails nervously as he read the question, "what is x3+y3+z3=k?" I felt sweat beads form on my forehead, knowing all the revision I learnt but still not being able to add it up.

I decided to take a guess, "uhh..42?" his eyes widened, "y-yeah..fuck.." he stuttered, checking the answer book. "How did you get that? Even I find it challenging!" he chuckled, "I don't know baby I just guessed, it felt like the right number" I shrugged, leaning in and smashing my lips into his.

We pulled back and he whispered softly in my ear, "I think my good girl gets a reward" he smirked, eyes darkening with lust. I bit my lip and layed back on the bed, Tom removing my shorts and panties and laying down, his head in between my legs.

He softly kissed my pussy, parting the folds with his tongue. My hips bucked up slightly, moving into his touch.

"Mm! Tom don't tease!" I whined, grabbing his dreads roughly and tugging on them, "ok ok" he chuckled, finally latching his mouth onto my clit, sucking it softly.

I gripped onto his dreads tighter, earning a low moan from him, the sound vibrating on my clit and making me shudder. He flicked my sensitive nub with his tongue, sliding a finger up and slowly pushing it in my soppy cunt.

"So wet..fuck" he groaned, adding another finger and thrusting in brutally, curling his fingers at my g spot.

I threw my head back, enjoying the pleasure way too much, my grip tightening even more on his dreads. He seemed to enjoy the pain, groaning everytime I tugged on them.

His tongue and fingers were so good, moving in a way that made me crazy. It was literally like taking drugs, I was high off of his touch. He continued to suck on my clit, kissing it sweetly to tease me occasionally.

I felt my high slowly bubbling up inside me, my stomach twisting into a knot. "Gonna cum soon! Keep going!" I whimpered, thrusting my hips into his face, his fingers started to thrust into me harder now, making slight squelching noises from my juices.

"Cum for me, be my good girl again" he grunted, licking and sucking faster now, pleasure waves crashing into me, hitting me like a truck. I felt the knot twist even tighter, my heat burning as I came, legs twitching and slick dripping all over his fingers.

He smirked and pulled his fingers out, sucking everything I gave him off and cleaning me up with his tongue. "Fuck..you taste so good" he climbed up and pulled me closer to him, his chin and mouth glistening with my cum.

I chuckled and wiped it off with a tissue, "you're such a messy boy, can't resist me can you, hm?" I smirked, kissing him softly. "Can you blame me, you're so gorgeous" he flipped me over, hovering over me and kissing me deeply.

tags: @itsmealaiah @tomscumdump @tomkaulitzloverr @tomkaulitzloverr @bkaulitzlover @ballhair @charliesgoodboy @estxkios @ge-billsgf @syylss

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[itsangelll]

can u write where the f!reader has her period and rlly bad cramps and like PMS 😭and tom comforts her and like fluff

𝒞ℴ𝓂𝒻ℴ𝓇𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊♥︎

A/n: of course this seems so so cute thank you for requesting this I do apologise if it’s short and sorry for not posting schools just been a pain in my ass hope you guys enjoyed mwah <3

warnings:none just fluff

minors can interact

2008 era!!

“Meine Liebe come on it’s time to get up.” Tom said softly pushing a strand of hair out of my face I sigh in annoyance and I pull the covers back over me. “Y/n come on if you’re not gonna get up I’ll drag you out myself”. “Tom I’ve got really bad cramps and I’m on my time of the month” I said raising my voice slightly I didn’t mean to but I wasn’t in the mood.

Tom looks at me a little worried he sits on the side of the bed and pulls me close to him embracing him, he pulls back pressing a feather light kiss to my forehead “give me a second Schatz” he says then leaves the room heading down stairs. “Damn it” I mumble out my cramps were getting worse and worse it felt like hours till Tom finally came back.

“Oh my god Tom you got some of my favourite snacks!!” I say smiling then I start to tear up a bit he rushes to my side “Schatz what’s wrong?” He asks with a concern in his voice, I laugh a bit “No I’m sorry it’s just my hormones are all messed up at the moment”. He lays the snacks down on the bed turning the lights off. Tom comes back into bed snuggling up to me I lay my head on his chest. “Thank you Tom this is really sweet of you” I say giggling “Anything for you Schatz it’s what I’m here for” he whispers while rubbing small circles up and down my back.

We laugh and talk for hours Tom somehow made me feel a lot better than I did when I woke up. i ended up falling asleep in his arms. Tom smiles and leans down “Sweet dreams Miene Liebe I love you.”

A/n: Jesus this was short I’m sorry!! Please keep sending me requests cause I find them so adorable and I love making them for you guys mwah bye cuties <3

@jadedchar @bunniesthoughts

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #tokio hotel x reader #purple #tom kaulitz fluff

[uhohdad]

Saw your post and came running babes. I love your writing you're so amazing and talented💕 I would like to req König x fem reader fluff where they've been trying for a kid and borderline give up after a bit but than one day when he comes home from a long mission he's surprised to find out she's pregnant 💕

✨ Konig x Reader, surprising him with pregnancy ✨

thank you for the suggestion!! you are so sweet, anything for you my dear 💕 I hope you like it

It was depressing. It was really starting to feel like the universe was playing a cruel joke on you.

“Schatz?”

You let out a sigh just quiet enough he wouldn’t hear it through the bathroom door.

“It’s still cooking!” You yell back, but it’s a lie. You don’t have it in you to ruin his dreams just yet. That stupid little lone blue line had already robbed you of your fantasy like a punch in the gut.

Maybe you had deserved it. Maybe you wanted it too much or maybe not enough or maybe you weren’t managing the stress well enough.

But Konig didn’t deserve it. He should get to live in the fantasy a little bit longer. You knew how bad he wanted this. How excited he was to be a Papa.

You scowl at the pregnancy test.

Stupid little blue line. Get a friend, won’t you?!

Your hands find your face and you let out a little groan.

When you open the door slowly, the disappointment is apparent on your face.

He knows what that means. He pulls you into a hug, wrapping his strong arms around you, “Oh Schatz. It’s okay.”

You take a deep breath against his chest, inhaling the scent of fabric softener. Your words are muffled against him, “It’s just - I really got my hopes up this time. I feel so stupid for doing that. Why do I keep doing that? You think I’d learn my lesson by now but no, it doesn’t get easier.”

You let out a big sigh, “I’m sorry, Konig.”

He leans down to gently kiss your forehead, his fingers gently tracing up and down your back. “You’re too hard on yourself.”

You grunt into his chest in response.

He gives a weak smile and pulls away just enough to look at your face, keeping his hands on the small of your back. “Maybe we should take a break. I think the stress is getting to you, meine liebe.”

You let out another huff, trying to will away the tears threatening to spill over. You bury your face back into his chest. “Yeah, I think you’re right.”

He plants another kiss on the top of your head, his hand soothingly continues rubbing your back, “Even if it doesn’t ever happen, I’m still the luckiest man in the world to have you. I wouldn’t give that up for anything.”

You finally wrap your arms around him, giving him a squeeze, “Love you Koni.”

“Love you too, meine schatz.”

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Konig’s three weeks into a four week mission when you find yourself kneeling in front of the toilet, last night’s dinner making a reappearance.

When your body finally gives you respite, in between deep breaths and rinsing your mouth out, your first suspicion is something was wrong with last night’s dinner. You did cut it close with some expiration dates.

The next clue is your chest and back. You’re thinking your period must be around the corner at just how sore they are. Your heating pad gave little relief.

When the nausea doesn’t subside the following days, the suspicion arises.

Before you even let yourself daydream, you immediately take a test. Not going to get your hopes up this time, oh no. Nip it in the bud fast, you can’t handle anymore crushing disappointment.

The timer on your phone beeps and you check the test laid flat on the counter.

Little blue line! Who’s your friend?

Okay, probably a false alarm. Not the little blue line you know. The little blue line you’ve become very familiar with is a loner, antisocial, doesn’t bring friends to the hoping-to-soon-be-expecting-party.

So you try again, mustering up what little urine you could on your second go.

Wouldn’t you know it? Another positive.

Okay, okay. Promising, but not enough.

Three. You need three little blue lines with friends. Yes, because twice could still be a coincidence, right? Three sets of little blue lines and then you can get excited.

Chug some gatorade. Wait for it to pass. Pee on the stick.

You don’t even wait the full three minutes the pregnancy test package recommends. The two lines are already distinct. You close one eye to make sure your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you.

You let out a squeak, loud enough it carries throughout your empty home.

So giddy you can’t help but bounce up and down on your feet in excitement.

It’s happening!

Oh, this moment you’ve been waiting for, all those negative pregnancy tests that had mocked you time and time again, they can fuck right off, because now you’ve got a bun in the oven.

You wished Konig was here to share in your excitement. You let out a groan, knowing having to sit with your secret for another week was going to be painful.

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“Schatzi?”

You don’t even let him put his gear down as you run into his arms, squeezing him tight. “You have no idea how much I missed you!”

He was caught off guard by your quick incoming, but returns the warm embrace after steadying himself and letting his bag roll down his shoulder and to the floor. He’s got his hands on the small of your back. “How ever much you missed me, I think I missed you more.”

You scrunch your nose at his corny flirting and smile up at him, having to tilt your head back to do so.

“I brought you back something.” He says, and you feign surprise, even though he always brings you back a gift when he leaves for long stints. Something to let you know he was thinking about you while he was away.

He lets go of you with a squeeze and digs into his discarded bag before presenting a little pale blue box. You take it with a lovedrunk smile. “Awh, you didn’t have to.”

He shrugs and watches as you pull out the the necklace he had picked out for you. It was simple, dainty. Intricately delicate chain of gold links.

“Oh, Koni,” You say softly, holding it up in your hands to get a better look at it, “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

“There was a wonderful market in one of the towns we were stationed at. It reminded me so much of you, schatz. You would have loved it.”

There was always a wonderful little market in a cute little town. You wondered how much of his missions he fluffs up for you, how much he censors. He doesn’t want you to worry about him while he’s away.

You never push. Somethings you’re better off not knowing.

“I have a surprise for you too.” You say, cheeky smile plastered on your face.

“Oh?” He asks with a flick of his brow.

You give a high hum, retrieving the little paper gift bag you’d made for him.

He takes it gently in his large grip, carefully removing the tissue paper as he peeks inside. He removes the gift on top, a small black fabric. When he carefully unrolls it, the shape of a newborn’s onesie appears, with the words ‘I ❤️papa’ stitched on the front.

He doesn’t catch the words on the front, “This might be a bit small for me, Schatz.”

You giggle at his joke, and it takes him a second to catch on. The realization doesn’t show until he pulls out the ziplock bag holding your positive pregnancy tests.

He looks at you with wide eyes. “Really?” He asks, soft and sweet.

“Really.” You say, big smile on your face.

“You’re serious schatz?”

“Dead serious.”

He pauses for a few moments. Processing it all.

And then he laughs, closing the gap between you two, picking you up and giving you a twirl. “Oh, Schatz, this is great news!”

You wrap your arms around his neck, resting them on his shoulders.

“We’re going to be parents! A baby. Our baby!”

You nod, your smile wide and eye-crinkling, “Our baby.”

He kisses you, long and deep, it had reminded you of the first time he kissed you, after weeks of the tension building between you both.

Ah, you had missed him so much.

When he pulls away he rests his forehead on yours, his grip firm on your hips as he keeps you pressed against him. “I’m so happy, Schatz. I love you.”

“Love you too, Koni.”

#i hope i delivered #konig #konig call of duty #konig fic #konig mw2 #call of duty #reader x Konig #konig x reader #x reader #modern warefare 2 #cod #mw2 #uhohwriting #uhohask

[darth-mortem]

In previos texts from my English lessons I fordot about grammar. I try to fix this in today's text.

König helps Horangi after injury. 679 words.

“Don’t look at me like that!” Horangi shouted angrily.

König remained silent. He helped Hong Jin sit, crouched down, and began untying the laces of his boots. The Korean suffered a shrapnel wound during the last mission and had to be hospitalized, but escaped. König met him in the smoking area behind the barracks. Horangi sat there, pale and emaciated, and clearly unable to move on his own. Despite this, he refused to return to the hospital, so the Austrian had to take him to their room.

“Hey, babe,” Horangi sighed and looked guiltily, “I was wrong, okay? I shouldn’t have run away from the hospital. I just missed you, and I want to sleep in my bed.”

“I don’t think you can sleep in your bed.” König finally answered and carefully removed the boots from Horangi’s legs.

That was true. There was a bunk bed in their room, and Hong Jin occupied the top bunk. He won’t be able to climb there in his condition. As for König, he couldn’t sleep on the top because he was afraid that the bed structure wouldn’t support the weight of his stocky body.

“I don’t think you can sleep in your bed,” the Austrian repeated, “but I miss you too, so I’ll think of something, mein Tigerjunges.”

König removed both their mattresses and placed them on the floor. Then he adjusted the sheets and pillows, unfolded the blankets, and looked at his Korean.

“That’s nice,” Hong Jin smiled. “We have a double bed now. Why didn’t we do this earlier?”

“Because you love your top bunk, maybe.” König said this and took off his sniper hood. “You should lie down and rest. I’ll help you undress.”

Approaching Horangi, he bent down, unbuttoned his hoodie, and helped him out of his sleeves. Hong Jin’s movements were stiff because of the pain, and he hissed quietly but didn’t complain. Taking off the t-shirt was more difficult because he couldn’t lift his left arm. König pulled it off Horangi’s head and right arm first, then carefully removed it from his left one. Hong Jin’s shoulder and chest were bandaged. Another bandage was on the stomach. The injuries were extensive but, fortunately, not very serious.

“Thank you, babe.” Horangi raised his uninjured arm and wrapped it around his Austrian’s neck. “It hurts like hell, you know?”

“I know.” König sighed heavily and gently ran his fingers over the scars on Hong Jin’s cheek. “Hold on a little longer, mein Liebe. I’ll help you lie down now.”

Realizing that it would be difficult for the wounded man to sit on the mattress on the floor, König lifted Horangi in his arms and carefully placed him on the makeshift bed. Then he covered Hong Jin with a blanket, bent down, and kissed him on the temple.

“It’s my fault,” König said quietly. “I wasn’t with you there.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Horangi rolled his eyes, “you covered the retreat. Fulfilled an order. So you did everything right, my sweety. Roger that?”

“Aye.” The Austrian stood up and took on his sniper hood. “I’ll bring you food and meds. Don’t get up.”

Horangi was dozing when König returned, but woke up hearing his heavy steps. After a portion of hot soup and a dose of painkillers, he felt better, but he wanted to sleep even more.

“Hey, babe,” he called in a sleepy voice, “will you lie down with me?”

“Of course.” König smiled and started to undress.

Hong Jin smiled gently, looking at his shrapnel-torn back, side and face. He found the tall and stocky Austrian absolutely perfect, and no amount of scars could change it. They both were soldiers, war-dogs, and the traces of fire and steel on their bodies made them beautiful, not disfigured. Each scar meant that the wound had healed and that the person who received it had survived. If that’s not beautiful, then what is?

The Austrian lay down and hugged Horangi carefully and gently. The Korean rested his head on König’s shoulder and fell asleep quickly in his strong and warm embrace.

#call of duty #cod konig #könig cod #könig #König x Horangi #korangi #König call of duty #horangi #horangi x könig #cod horangi #horangi call of duty

[whatsaninterestingplacethisis]

Clingy

Imagine

Nico Hischier x Latina!Reader

Synop: Nico comes home after rough practice, all he wants is to do is never leave your side, literally

a/n: great amount of cheese 🧀 (fluff) + moody Nico + it kills me to use pet-names but it seems fitting for the story + Google translate for German (also I’m aware Swiss german is different but to make translations easier we are going to disregard the inaccuracies)

This one makes me cringe but maybe people will like it

+++

Y/n was almost done with dinner, just in time as Nico gets home. His hockey bag makes a loud thump as it hits the ground.

“Nico is that you?” Y/n asked but it was obvious that it was her man.

He didn’t answer, in fact he would always announce his presence but he was silent. He walks around the corner to enter the kitchen. He eyes his girl and shuffles over to wrap his arms around her waist and hug her.

“Hi” he mumbles into her neck.

“Hi baby” she smiles, Nico being affectionate was to die for, every time.

“Dinner will be done soon.”

“I’m not hungry.” He mumbles again.

“Really? What did you eat?”

He didn’t say anything and buried his head more into her neck.

“Right, that’s what I thought” she laughs

“Cmon baby, I have to finish here and if you shower now the food will be ready.” His beard tickling her neck made her shift under his touch.

He groaned if not whined, “what if you join me in the shower?” He picked his up and looked over her with a smirk.

“Nico, I’m busy and hungry so no.” She stated.

His grip went limp and a dramatic sigh was to be heard.

“I guess you don’t love me.” he slowly shuffles out of the kitchen. He was obviously joking but being a big baby.

Y/n snaps her head at the man child, “is there something wrong?”

He just shrugs with his hands in his hoodie’s pockets.

Y/n examines her boyfriend in concern but also thinks ‘is he serious?’ She turns the burner to low and walks to her man and wraps her arms around his waist and looks up to him.

“How was practice?” She asks softly, examining his eyes.

“I played like shit.” He said defeated with his eyes closed

“Neeks it’s only practice. You know you get better every time you practice.” Y/n tried to comfort the tall man.

“I guess.” He leans down to fully hug y/n because he much craved for it.

She hums in his warmth,

“Baby you’ll feel a lot better if you take a hot shower and have a plate of hot food waiting for you.”

“I only want you right now.”

Gosh he was making this hard. Y/n pulled away to look at him and pulled his back in for a slow kiss.

“I’ll be here after your shower and after you eat.”

“More kisses after too?”

“Always.”

He goes in for what was meant to be a chaste kiss but slowly turns into a quick make out.

“Okay! Go shower, you’re going to burn the food!”

He giggles and finally heads to the bathroom.

~~~

Like promised y/n had his and hers plate ready in no time. She sat in her seat, scrolling on her phone waiting for Nico to join her. Nico with damp hair stepped out the bedroom and promptly sat next to her. He leans over to kiss her,

“Thank you baby”

Before he starts digging in he notices his love’s seat a bit too far away for his liking and with ease slides her chair over closer to him.

“Wow.” She says and he just grins at her like a big goof. Soon enough they fill their bellies with deliciousness.

“Okay now let’s cuddle.” He demands as he picks y/n up and they plop onto the couch.

She shrieks, “Nico we still have to clean up!”

“Nuh-uh, that can wait and you promised.”

Nico is usually the big spoon / the one being snuggled into but he needed the affection tonight so he snuggled into y/n torso and placed her hand on his head to play with his hair. Something he always loved.

“Ich liebe dich.” he says against her body. She recognizes the German because he says it all the time.

“Te amo querido.” He smiles because she says it all the time too.

#nhl imagine #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier x reader #latina!reader #jells🪼imagines

[rowdyhughesy]

Back to you - Jack Hughes

Summary: Y/N moves away, thinking that she will never see Jack Hughes again but Ellen Hughes has other ideas.

“I need you to know. That I'd come back to you, I'd come back to you. If you were a thousand miles away. With your new friends in a new place, I'd still come back to you. “

- Back to You, Jake Cornell

May 2018

Making the decision to break up after Y/N’s exchange year was over and it was time for her to fly home was hard. Neither of them wanting to make it but what choice did two 17 year olds have? Jack was staying in Michigan and Y/N was flying back to Germany. Tears rolling down their pink cheeks as Jack hugged the girl tighter against him. The Hughes family and Y/N’s host family behind them, looking on with sad eyes at two kids in love. No pain is greater then being in love with someone you know you can’t be with in this moment of time. This was a perfect example of right person wrong time. “Flight 195 gate 2A to Hamburg Germany from Detroit Michigan is now boarding.” The announcement feels like it echoes inside their heads, leaving nothing but more sadness and heartbreak behind. “You have to go.” Jacks voice cracks at the end, it’s small barely above a whisper and if Y/N wasn’t currently standing with her face buried in his neck she wouldn’t have heard him. Pulling away but only so that she could look into his eyes they force out teary smiles. Standing on her toes Y/N rests her forehead against Jacks. His breath fanning her face is shaky, like he’s forcing everything in his power to not break down. “Das ist kein Abschied. ich liebe dich Jack Hughes.” And with that she was boarding the flight and leaving Michigan, Jack, behind.

June 2019

She should probably be nervous, scared. This is crazy even for her but she can feel it in her bones that she has to be here. This is Jacks draft, she knows how much this means and even if they’re no longer together and haven’t been for over a year she needs to be in the same building even if it’s for a night. He doesn’t know that she’s in Vancouver, they haven’t spoken since last summer. The pain of timezones and distance became to much. Ellen and Jim knows though, Luke too. Y/N has talked to the youngest Hughes a couple of times since she went back home and Ellen constantly keeps in touch with the girl since she became Jacks ‘other half’ as they call her during that year. She didn’t want her to disappear just because life got in the way so she kept on calling and texting when she had the chance. That is how Y/N ended up in Canada. After much debating with the mother she decided. She was going.

Thumbnail between her teeth she paces back and forth on the sidewalk. Is this a good idea? What if Jack doesn’t love her anymore and doesn’t want her here? What if... A hand on her shoulder makes the anxious girl jump, startled she spins around coming face to face with Jim Hughes. “Jimmy!” Wide smiles are exchanged as they wrap each other in a hug. “Come on we gotta hurry before Rowdy notices I’ve wandered off and starts freaking out.” Jack. Ever the one to act like he isn’t freaking out on the inside because he knows that there is a chance for him to be picked number one when in reality he’s probably going crazy inside his mind. Following Jim like a lost puppy she can feel bile rising up her throat from the nervousness. That all goes away when she sees him, or rather his back as he’s talking to Ellen and some others from the Hughes-Weinberg fam. She can see Ellen mumble something to Jack that makes him freeze mid-sentence, body going rigid before slowly turning around. Eyes glossy, expression shifting between confused, sad and happy as they meet Y/N’s equally tear filled eyes. “I told you it wasn’t goodbye.”

Those few words seem to make Jack get in touch with reality as he takes off sprinting towards the girl standing beside his dad. Cradling her face in his hands he lets the tears fall. “Baby what are you doing here? I can’t believe you’re here. I’ve missed you so much.” His words jumble together as they fall past his lips getting a laugh out of Y/N. “I wasn’t going to miss your draft Jack. Besides, I will always find my way back to you. I’m not leaving this time. I’ll follow you to the end of the world if that’s what it takes.” Standing there with giddy smiles on their faces Jack finally leans in capturing Y/N’s lips in a kiss for the first time in a year.

They kept their promise, it wasn’t a goodbye just an I’ll see you later when the timing is right again.

#jack hughes x reader #new jersey devils #nhl imagine #jack hughes imagine #hockey blurb