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[rafesangelita]

if ur doing reqs, i’d love to see the first time bitchy!pogue!reader meets boyfriend’s!dad!rafe 🤎

♡ — HOW YOU AND BFD!RAFE FIRST MET…

warnings: boyfriend’sdad!rafe, sex work (!reader is a stripper), mentions of reader being in a toxic relationship (arguing, verbal abuse, destruction of personal property, etc..), reader kinda zones out a little bit??, age gap, heavy petting (?), suggestive language + ending

a/n: boyfriend’sdad!rafe x bitchy!pogue!reader official au and masterlist can be found here ! hugeee thank you to this anon who sent in this request, i had been wanting to write more of this pairing but was stumped for ideas, so ty ty ty!! also— how do we like this fic set up?? i think i could get used to this..

word count: 1.5k

“be late one more time and you’re getting cut.”

you didn’t even bother to spare your sleazy boss a single glance as you blinked away his empty threat, your fingers working to take the pink rollers out of your hair as kitty snickered in the corner of the locker room. “you say that every single time, randy, and yet i’m the one who’s always on the schedule!” you reminded him, already feeling the familiar sense of dread pooling in your stomach as you dolled yourself up to go out and socialize with icky patrons. randy sent you a death glare before slamming the door shut, a series of cackles immediately ringing out in the air as the rest of the girls continued getting ready.

“did you see the way his vein was popping out of his neck?” brushing on some body glitter, you shook your head as kitty walked over to you and leaned against the vanity table. “yeah, but i don’t care. i’ve been telling him i don’t have a phone right now so i can’t call up here and let him know why i’ll be late for my shift.” you sighed, putting on a few accessories before spritzing your favorite perfume. “what happened with your phone?” kitty asked, arching a brow once she saw the way your face fell at her question. “nothing.. it just broke.” you shrugged, the images of your narcissistic boyfriend shattering the damned thing now popping up in your memory.

“it just broke, or someone broke it?” lying to kitty would be useless, she was the only person that could see right through your glamorous front of rhinestones and bling, and see you for who you really were at your core; a girl who just wanted to be taken care of with a jerk for a boyfriend. you stayed silent for a few moments, swallowing hard to keep your voice from shaking. “i’ll catch you up on the details later.” you whispered, getting up from your chair and interlocking your arm with kitty’s as you two walked out of the locker room and down the long hallway that lead to the main club floor.

considering it was a week night, you weren’t surprised when you looked around and saw that the lounge was relatively dead. “i’m so happy we don’t have to be on stage tonight, i hate dancing for a small crowd.” you hummed in agreement, both of you scanning the room for any potential spenders. “you see any of your regulars?” she asked, already spotting one of her own sitting by himself at the bar. “no, my regulars usually come by a little later,” you sighed in relief, “i’m gonna go make myself look available. ‘meet me afterwards?” with a nod, you and kitty went your separate ways.

taking a seat at one of the center tables, you adjusted the hem of your dress and preoccupied yourself with your compact mirror and lipgloss. there was only so much money one could make on a slow night, and while you knew it wasn’t worth the effort showing up, you needed whatever you could get your hands on right now. it only took a few minutes before you saw a tall figure approaching you from out of the corner of your eye, your mouth going dry as soon as you looked up at the man in question, a face that you felt eerily familiar with staring back at you.

“you don’t really look like a whiskey girl,” he spoke up, his voice sending a swarm of butterflies to flutter in your chest, “a girly drink looks more like your forte.” you swallowed thickly, snapping out of your trance as you accepted the overdressed strawberry margarita he placed in front of you. his eyes. you could’ve sworn you stared into a pair just like that before. “sorry if this is rude, but have we met?” you couldn’t help but ask, your gaze running all the way down his broad shoulders to his hands. you immediately noticed the gold ring on his index finger, an expensive watch also adorning his wrist as he shook his head.

“as much as i wish to have met you sooner, this is my first time here.” he cleared his throat, taking the view of you in. freshly styled hair, sparkly makeup, glossy lips.. you looked so much more stunning up close. smiling at his words, you decided you needed to work your magic if you wanted to get something out of this interaction. leaning in closer, you slowly wrapped your lips around your straw, the man’s eyes following the action. his pupils dilated upon seeing you lick the sugar from the rim of your glass, his mind already traveling to other places as you pulled away.

“thank you for the drink..?” picking up on your questionable tone, he was quick to answer. “rafe.” he extended a hand out to you, in which you accepted. your skin felt so soft and warm against his own, rafe rubbed a tender thumb over the back of of your palm before bringing you up to his lips. you refrained from showing him how much the delicate way he kissed your knuckles affected you, your cheeks heating as he stroked your finger. for the first time, you didn’t know how to start the conversation between you two, so you just settled for introducing yourself— giving him a fake name the way you did to every man you spoke to in the club.

rafe knew you were just doing your job by sitting in front of him and looking pretty, but he felt like you were so much more than what you were displaying right now. “so what brought you all way down here to pink sugar? you don’t look like you’re from the cut.” rafe was taken aback by how fast you read him, his eyebrows raising in surprise as you laughed at his reaction. “what makes you think that?” he shot back, his eyes briefly flickering down to your exposed cleavage. “besides the watch and the ring, you said it was your first time coming here.. and pretty much every man who lives on the cut has been here at least once.” you explained.

rafe hummed, nodding in understanding as the neon lights strobed over your figure. “the country club gets boring,” he shrugged, “plus, a pretty thing like you is just what i need.” rafe reached over and gently grabbed your wrist, your heart skipping a beat as he guided you on top of his lap. he smelled like expensive cologne and aftershave, and his hands were so large on your thighs, you couldn’t believe how nervous you were getting with having him in close proximity. “is this okay?” he spoke low, stroking your flesh as you blinked up at him from under your eyelashes.

“mhmm..” you were trying to play it off as smoothly as you can, but it was deemed worthless once he shifted your weight and pulled your dress down so no one else could see what you were wearing underneath. you weren’t naive, and you definitely knew better than to think he was being protective, but something about him felt different. “so you think i’m pretty?” you smiled, fishing for just about anything to make you feel like you were in control again. rafe thumbed your chin the same way your boyfriend used to, his eyes fixing on your lips before he moved a lock of hair out of your face.

“you’re gorgeous, really.” even rafe’s voice sounded like his— the reminder only making you lose focus on the man in front of you. ray had been really mean lately, and you couldn’t understand why. being purposely late to drop you off and pick you up from work, the constant slut shaming, the once petty arguments you two used to have now turned into complete screaming matches that usually ended with him destroying something. the most recent argument lead to him shattering your phone on the pavement, and just before that he had destroyed all of your makeup before apologizing and buying you everything again.

it was exhausting.

“why are you looking at me like that?” rafe cleared his throat, his eyebrows knitting in confusion as he dragged you out of your thoughts. “you just look like someone i know.” you shook your head, taking a much needed sip from your drink that you had since long forgotten about. at your words, rafe paused. for a fleeting moment, he thought about his son. you two looked like you were in the same age group, but to his knowledge, his son strictly stayed on figure eight. the chances of him knowing you had to be nonexistent.. or so rafe thought.

“anyways!” you chirped, quickly changing the topic, “how about a private dance? it’ll cost you a bit, but we’ll be by ourselves..” you motioned towards the bouncer who was standing in front of the hallway where the private rooms were. “are you gonna make it worthwhile?” a shiver ran down your spine when rafe’s fingers inched higher up your thigh. feigning offense, you gasped softly. “pay and you’ll find out.” studying you for a moment, rafe eyed you as you stroked over his pocket where his wallet was. rafe knew once he downed the rest of his drink and let you drag him towards the back by the buckle of his belt, that from this point forward he was going to be visiting you every chance he could get.

[sunrisemill]

Matt please look at me like that I’m BEGGING

[cwrcent]

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[tastenorris]

⟢ currently reading · lando norris #4

he’s never been much of a reader but he’s never been much in love, either.

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader faceclaim: pinterest girlies warning: use of y/n, fluff. also this is just for fun and obviously fiction, i'm not trying to reflect any person in real life ‹3

a/n: wrote this right after the belgian gp and the fluff was absolutely necessary. also couldn’t resist sneaking in a few of my real book recs hehe. really happy with how this one turned out! likes, reblogs & any feedback mean the world ♡

yourusername

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yourusername i’ve been reviewing books for awhile now and it's safe to say that ppl who’ve met me for more than 5 minutes know how much i love reading🤍

this isn’t a big dramatic launch or anything but if you’ve been asking for recs or just need a new read, i’ll be sharing more here now!

i’m scared. be nice pls xx

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username1 i’ve been WAITINGGG for this i love ur reviews on tiktok so much

landonorris nerd

⤷ yourusername yes 🤓🤓🤓 ⤷ username2 lando calling his gf a nerd is so funny

username3 my fav wag is also my fav book influencer we love to see it

carlossainz55 Does this mean less book talk during race weekends?

⤷ yourusername absolutely not carlos sorry ⤷ landonorris she's worse now actually

username4 yayyy finally someone with actual taste is doing book reviews

alexandrasaintmleux love this 🫶🏻 what should i read first?

⤷ yourusername i have a special list for u babe

username5 the way we all collectively bullied her into making it official i feel proud

username6 our book girlie 💌

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yourusername first rec is here 😌

📖 small things like these by claire keegan

genre: historical fiction

fav quote: “no act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted”

rating: 5/5 ⭐

short but so powerful. this book is set in 1985 ireland and follows bill furlong, a coal merchant who discovers something that forces him to confront his own moral compass.

it's under 120 pages but will stay with you long after you finish it. keegan's writing is beautiful and she manages to say so much with so little. she has this incredible ability to take a seemingly ordinary story and turn it into something touching and quietly devastating.

if you’ve read it, let’s discuss 🤍 full review is up on goodreads

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lando read this because you forced me and i love you too much to say no. solid 2/5

⤷ yourusername why only 2/5 🤔elaborate pls ⤷ lando bit depressing ⤷ yourusername that's the point ⤷ lando well i don't like it ⤷ username1 LANDO GIVING BOOK REVIEWS NOW???

username2 bestie you need to make a "books to read in one sitting" highlight

username3 y/n: writes thoughtful analysis lando: bit sad. 2 stars

⤷ yourusername he's trying his best 😭

username4 oh this one broke me in half

username5 just finished this yesterday and your review is spot on <3

username6 lando's goodreads era incoming

⤷ lando what even is goodreads ⤷ yourusername oh we have so much work to do

oscarpiastri Lando made me read this too. It was alright

⤷ yourusername what would you rate it ⤷ oscarpiastri 3/5 ⤷ yourusername i'm surrounded by men with no taste ⤷ lando rude

username7 lando really said "book sad, me no like" 😭

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lando melbourne ya beauty

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yourusername so proud of you!!

⤷ lando glad you were here to see it 🧡

username1 this was such a well deserved win <333

username2 wait… third slide is the state library? i study there literally every day and you’re telling me LANDO WAS THERE TOO?? 😭

⤷ username3 yess i saw in yn's stories they went before race weekend ⤷ username4 he went to a library for her i'm soft ⤷ username5 the bar is in hell but we love them so much ⤷ username6 my wag influence queen strikes again

maxfewtrell Won a race and visited a library in the same weekend who is this person

username7 library visit before a win? new lucky charm?

⤷ yourusername i'm here for this tradition

username8 y/n's pinterest aesthetic rubbing off on him

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yourusername sorry for the delay i just finished this on the flight back from australia and i'm still processing everything (i'm not okay)

📖 normal people by sally rooney

genre: contemporary fiction

fav quote: “i'm not a religious person but i do sometimes think god made you for me”

rating: 3.5/5 ⭐

this book follows marianne and connell from their final year of school at trinity college dublin. it was one of the most frustrating but realistic stories i have read in a long time.

rooney has this way of capturing how two people can love each other completely and still mess everything up repeatedly. she writes and it makes you feel like you're inside their heads.

if you've read this please tell me you also wanted to intervene in their relationship every five minutes. full review on goodreads as always !!

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lando finished this yesterday. the writing was weird at first but you get used to it. 3/5 stars would've been higher if they just talked like normal people

⤷ yourusername look at you giving more than two words reviews!! proud of you ⤷ yourusername "talked like normal people" i see what you did there ⤷ lando you're a good teacher what can i say

username1 if connell just went to therapy ONE time we could’ve avoided so much

username2 girl i finished it two years ago and i'm still processing

lilymhe the way you read this whole book during race weekend while the rest of us were just trying to survive

daisyedgarjones Loved your review this is such a complex book

⤷ yourusername omg hi daisy!! thank you so much🥹 ⤷ username3 DAISY EDGAR JONES IN THE COMMENTS ⤷ username4 the crossover we didn't know we needed

username5 this book made me so angry but i couldn't put it down

username6 lando's goodreads era is coming i can feel it

⤷ yourusername working on convincing him every day ⤷ lando still don't understand the point ⤷ username7 lando just make the account challenge

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yourusername posted a new video on their channel.

book haul + my boyfriend picks my next read

Views: 847,293 views Uploaded: 3 days ago Duration: 18:47

hiiiii today i'm showing you all the books i've collected over the past month (my tbr is officially out of control) and then letting lando pick what we read next…

timestamps:

0:00 - intro + rant

2:15 - book haul begins

4:32 - lando crashes the video (as usual)

6:18 - fantasy haul section

9:41 - contemporary fiction finds

12:03 - the "let lando pick" challenge begins

14:27 - his... interesting... selection process

16:45 - the final choice (i'm scared)

17:52 - outro + what's next

books mentioned:

i hope this doesn't find you - ann liang ⭐

the atlas six - olivie blake

book lovers - emily henry

the midnight library - matt haig

circe - madeline miller

the invisible life of addie larue - v.e. schwab

beach read - emily henry

klara and the sun - kazuo ishiguro

the song of achilles - madeline miller

like 6 others i can't fit here lol

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username1 lando asking "do any of these have happy endings" like he's traumatized from normal people

⤷ yourusername he's still recovering from that emotional damage

username2 the way you explain why you're excited about each book makes me want to read EVERYTHING

username3 your content always feels like hanging out with a friend who happens to have immaculate book taste

username4 lando if you're reading this… we need to have a conversation about your book selection criteria

⤷ username5 NOT HIM PICKING BASED ON COVER COLORS

username6 "sooo this will be the book we'll be reading" THEY'RE READING TOGETHER 🥹 the way she said we so casually

username7 her voice is so soothing and she explains everything so well

username8 "i hope this doesn't find you" is such a good choice though!! like lando accidentally picked something that's actually perfect for both of them

username9 yn your apartment is literally my dream aesthetic omg

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ln4content JAPANESE GP MEDIA DAY | Lando was asked about his recent book reviews in Y/N's Instagram comments during today's press conference and his response was actually so sweet. You can tell he misses having her here for this triple header.

I: "Lando, we've noticed you've been quite active in your girlfriend's book review posts lately. Can you tell us about that?"

Lando: "Yeah... she was always trying to get me to read stuff and at first I was like 'absolutely not, I don't have time for that' but then I thought, you know what, I'll give it a go. Turns out I'm enjoying it more than I expected."

I: "How do you find time to read during race weekends, especially with this intense triple header schedule?"

Lando: "It's actually not bad for flights and hotel downtime. Better than just scrolling on my phone for hours doing nothing productive. Y/N gets so excited when I text her updates about what's happening in the book, like when characters do stupid things. She's not here this weekend, so I've been sending her very long voice messages about the book instead of just texting."

I: "Any plans to make your own goodreads account?"

Lando: "For now, I think I'll stick to crashing her comments section. That seems to be working quite well for everyone."

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username1 his smile when he talks abt her... may this kind of love FIND ME NOW

username2 he's so down bad for her it's embarassing

username3 LANDOYN NATION WE'RE BEING FED

username4 parents are parenting

username5 yn liked this ahhh 🥹🥹🥹

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yourusername dear reader... 💌 i hope this finds you well

📖 i hope this doesn't find you by ann liang

genre: contemporary romance

fav quote: “Iʼm not so familiar with vices— I like to think I have none, but if anything were to count, you would be my only one“

rating: 4/5 ⭐

the story is about sadie, the type of perfectionist who channels all of her negative feelings into email drafts that she never sends… until they do get sent.

this made me giggle and fall for the characters so hard. academic rivals to lovers always hits different, especially when they were actually rivals who genuinely couldn't stand each other.

btw i'm completely in love with julius. he really said "i see your worst self and choose to love you anyway" and meant it 💖💗🩷💘💞💝

the only reason this isn't a 5/5 is because i wanted more of his pov and the ending felt slightly rushed but those are minor complaints. full review (+ spoilers) on goodreads!

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username1 MY FAV BOOK WE CHEERED

lando finished this two days ago like i promised. took me way longer than expected because i kept getting distracted by how much sadie reminded me of you when we first started dating: stubborn, overthinking everything, convinced you weren't good enough (which is ridiculous btw). the way liang builds up their relationship felt very authentic. 4/5 stars

⤷ yourusername who ARE you and what have you done with my boyfriend ⤷ lando i told you i'm getting better at this 🤓

carmenmmundt The way you describe books makes me want to read everything immediately

⤷ yourusername you're gonna love this one

username2 me 🤝 yn 🤝 being in love with julius

lilymhe okay but julius gong is actually perfect like ann really created the ideal boyfriend and now we all have unrealistic expectations

⤷ yourusername the bar is in space now thanks to fictional characters ⤷ lando ??? excuse me ⤷ alex_albon we're literally right here… ⤷ lilymhe and your point is

username3 can't believe you actually turned lando into a romance reader. you really won the long game

annliangwrites this is such a thoughtful review 🥹 i’m so glad you connected with them

⤷ yourusername STOP IT you're here!! thank you for writing them they live in my heart now 💕 ⤷ lando great now she's never getting over this book ⤷ annliangwrites as it should be!

username4 LANDO WROTE A WHOLE ESSAY

⤷ username5 the evolution from "bit depressing 3/5" to this... we've come so far

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yourusername this is actually a re-read but it's one of my favorite books of all time so i had to make a proper post about it. you know it's love when you own four different editions and they're all annotated differently depending on what age you read them 💕

📖 pride and prejudice by jane austen

genre: classic romance

fav quote: "I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine"

rating: 5/5 ⭐ (always and forever)

read this at fifteen and thought it was just about a girl who judged people too quickly. at eighteen, i understood it was about growing up and admitting when you're wrong. at twenty, i realized it was about the courage it takes to be vulnerable. now, reading it feels like watching two people learn how to be their best for each other.

this book remains a timeless classic for it’s memorable characters and enduring themes. it’s not just a romance but also a critic of societal norms and expectations. through the journey of characters like lizzie, jane offers lessons about prejudice, self discovery and personal growth. ♡♡

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lando i understand now why you've read it so many times. darcy’s character development is actually incredible, he goes from arrogant to genuinely trying to be better without losing who he is. elizabeth is brilliant and stubborn (like you). i think that’s what makes them work.

the language was a bit of a challenge. it’s beautiful but sometimes i’d go back and reread chapters to catch what i missed (or ask you for help lol) my favorite quote is "you must allow me to tell you how ardently i admire and love you" because that's one of the most honest ways anyone's ever declared love. 4.5/5 only because the beginning was slow but worth pushing through

⤷ yourusername sooo this review just made me fall in love with you all over again ⤷ username1 my fav driver quoting jane austen was NOT on my 2025 bingo card ⤷ username2 get you a man who quotes mr. darcy for u

username3 the way you just explained the plot across your life stages??? this is why you're my favorite book girlie

username4 lando becoming a proper book reviewer with favorite quotes and everything thanks yn for ur service

⤷ yourusername i've trained him well ⤷ username5 his review being longer than some goodreads reviewers i'm so proud

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mclaren We love you 🧡

⤷ lando admin no one said you could love her more than i do

username1 lando can u fight

username2 she’s so gorgeous and smart and beautiful and kind. i’m on my knees

lilyzneimer 🥹🧡

⤷ username3 MY TWO FAV WAGS ⤷ username4 lily and yn supremacy always

username5 if i was lando i’d simply never let her leave my side

lando i love you

⤷ yourusername i love you more ⤷ lando nope. me more ⤷ yourusername 🙄🙄🙄

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lando when i'm not winning races i'm reading books with my girlfriend :)

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lando and yes i made a goodreads account

⤷ yourusername nerd

yourusername proud doesn't even begin to cover it

username1 i want a boyfriend like him😭

mclaren We fully support book club Norris

username2 every time he posts something about yn i feel like i’m watching a book come to life

username3 booktok is literally shaking

username4 i need the goodreads link NOW

⤷ lando it’s under construction. reviews loading… slowly

username5 the bar has now been set at “willing to open a goodreads account for you” sorry

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﹙ ᰔ ﹚. . nerd gojo in his glasses ❤︎ !

18+. fem!reader. cunnilingus.

satoru is the hottest, most sexiest nerd you've ever seen. despite his quirky attitude and an annoying amount of knowledge on digimon — whatever that is — he's an actual sweetheart. sure, he can be quite cocky when it comes to physics or about anime, constantly showing off how much he knows about everything to do with those matters and how nobody else holds a candle to him.

and yet, he's the sweetest man you've ever dated, making you feel like the most special woman alive and spoiling you with whatever you ask for. and underneath those baggy pants and hoodies, he's got washboard abs and muscles that ripple so sexily every time he moves.

god, your panties soak at the thought.

what gets your panties even wetter is when you see him in those glasses of his — which is pretty much all the time. the way he pushes them up while he concentrates on his work; the way they slide down the bridge of his nose; the way they sit so prettily on his face — it always takes you great restraint to hold yourself from just pushing him down on the bed and riding his sexy face.

unfortunately, satoru has always felt insecure about his glasses. he has shared with you that when he was younger, boys in his class had fun of him for it so you do understand why he feels that way. but god, you wish he could see just how delectable he looks when wearing them on and how much it turns you on.

and that's exactly what you decide to do today.

satoru is trailing a line of hot, open-mouthed kisses from your lips down your chest until he reaches your already soaked core. there's a tiny stain on your panties which he gently traces with his finger as he pushes them to the side. for a few seconds, he merely just stares at your slick folds, pupils dilated and cock throbbing inside his boxers.

"so pretty," he murmurs, mostly to himself as he hooks his fingers on the waistband of your panties and slides them off you before flinging it across the room. he's just about to take off his glasses as he always does when you grab his wrist and gingerly shake your head.

"keep 'em on," you say, pushing them back on to the bridge of his nose. "please." and when you say it so sweetly like that, who is he to deny you?

you can see his hesitancy — that flicker of uncertainty in his eyes and the way his cheeks twinge a soft pink hue. you smile at him reassuringly, wriggling your body closer towards him and placing your legs over his shoulders. he's trapped in between your legs, large hands squeezing the supple skin. he takes in a deep breath before diving in to ravage on your puffy, sweet folds.

it's almost pathetic how close you are already.

he's sopping and slurping on your candied slick like he's been starved for days, prodding his tongue in to get an ever better taste. he kisses and sucks on your clit just the way you like it, flicking it over every now and then which has you arching your back off the bed.

but what's getting you most is how hot he looks with those glasses as he eats you out. they're perched right on his nose, sometimes sliding down yet his pace never falters. he simply pushes his face further into your syrupy cunt to push them back up, making them even foggier than before yet he hardly cares.

"so sweet," he grumbles, suckling on your slick folds, hands bruising the sides of your thighs. all you can do is whimper out his name, wanton moans and cries following after. you can feel him moan into your cunt, the vibrations making you squirm beneath him.

what tips you over the edge is when you open your eyes to look down at him, where you notice that his glasses have slid down once more and you see his puppy-like eyes peering up at you. needy and desperate. the sight makes that coil in your tummy get tighter and tighter until it's just begging to be snapped — "'m cumming, 'm cumming, 'm cumming toru!," you whine, rolling your hips against his tongue to reach your high.

finally that coil snaps! and your entire body trembles as your orgasm washes over you, satoru continuing to lap at your sweet, sweet cunt to get every last bit of you. he then pops his mouth off of you and you can see the remnants of yourself coating his pretty pink lips.

he brings himself up, taking off his glasses to wipe them on the fabric of his tee before wearing them. his eyes wander over your body — adorably writhing before him, his painfully hard cock straining against his boxers. "shit," he chuckles softly, fingers delicately tracing your outer thighs. "maybe... i should wear my glasses more often hm?"

[norrisainz33]

summer lovin || eo31

summary: you go on a girls trip and happen to run into a certain f1 driver while there

pairing: esteban ocon x nonfamous!reader

warnings & fc: very suggestive (you are responsible for the content you consume) & none

requested: nope! i just absolutely love a nonfamous reader meeting a driver on vacation what can i say

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yourbff: this plane needs to land faster i need the beach nOW

ynuser: REAL!! we only have like 30 more minutes tho and then beach here we come!!

yourbff: i cant wait to drop our bags and sprint to the ocean

friend1: ok and how are you still perfect even at the airport

ynuser: stoppppppppppp! says the girl who is dripped out wearing the cutest outfit ive ever seen

friend1: stfu

yoursibling: jealousy is a disease and i have it

ynuser: you could have come if you ditched school!!

yoursibling: and you know i cant just ditch uni

ynuser: but its summerrrrrrrrr

yoursibling: and i have summer classes!!!!

friend2: seee youu sooonnnnnn for the best summer holiday ever!!!

ynuser: yeeeesssssssss!!!!!

friend3: you're prettier than that sunset fr

ynuser: thank you gorgeous

fiend4: where are you going!?!?!?

yuser: st tropez!!!!

friend4: ugh incredible! manifesting a cute rich boy for you while you're out there

ynuser: ur my absolute hero fr

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after a long travel day and a quick outfit change into your favorite bikini, you and your friends made your way down to the beach, the salty breeze instantly unraveling your stress. now, an hour later, you were lying under the golden saint tropez sun and half listening to your friends chat while sipping a perfectly chilled aperol spritz.

the beach was filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and the rhythmic lull of waves and you found yourself people watching, zoning out in the best way.

“y/n,” one of your friends whispered, nudging your leg gently with her foot.

you turned your head lazily to look at her, “what?”

“don’t look right now and try to be cool,” she said, eyes still trained on her drink trying to keep cool herself. “but there’s a group of guys about 3 umbrellas to our left and 1 of them very much keeps staring at you.”

your brows lifted, “staring how?”

“like he’s either figuring out how to approach you or deciding if you’re real,” she said in a hushed tone. “hes tall and tan and honestly kinda stupidly hot. european if i had to guess.”

you resisted the urge to glance too quickly instead you casually readjusted your sunglasses as you leaned back on the cabana chair. out of the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of who your friend was talking about.

he was leaning back in a low slung beach chair, drink in hand, dark curls pushed back by the wind, sunglasses halfway down his nose and he was definitely looking in your direction.

when your eyes flicked over for just a second too long, he smiled one of those slow and confident kind of smiles.

you quickly grabbed your phone, heart skipping for no good reason, and pretended to scroll through it.

“shut up,” you muttered to your friend, even though she hadn’t said anything. she just grinned and sipped her spritz.

“are you going to go talk to him?” she asked, barely containing her excitement.

you laughed, “no!! we’re on vacation. i'm not here for some random beach flirtation.”

“yeah ok,” she smirked, “except you kind- are and i kinda am too soooooo”

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yourbff: ohhhh i want you sooo bad!! almost as bad as the boy from the beach

ynuser: stop he doesn't want me that bad

yourbff: he literally walked up to YOU and told YOU that you TOOK HIS BREATH AWAY in his cute little french accent and then asked to buy you a drink????????????? and then asked you to meet him and his friends out this evening ??????????

ynuser: STOP 🫠

yourbff: you STOP!!! don't deny that hot gorgeous perfect frenchman wants you

ynuser: ok fine maybe he does 🫩

friend1: goddess

ynuser: 😭🤍

friend2: sorry for breathing the same air as you

ynuser: sorry for breathing your air babe

friend3: everything about you is perfect

ynuser: not true have you seen my room? its a mess

friend3: you are so annoying

yoursibling: please pour one out for me im begging

ynuser: ofc bestie

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your breath caught in your throat as the tall, broad shouldered man peeled away from his group of equally attractive friends and began walking toward you, all sun kissed skin, easy confidence and that magnetic kind of energy you could feel before he even said a word.

your friends noticed before you even had the chance to react and they quickly turned away with deliberately innocent smiles, breaking off into their own conversations, leaving you to fend for yourself.

“hi there,” the man greeted, voice smooth and unmistakably french.

you pushed your sunglasses up slightly, meeting his gaze. his eyes were warm, curious, and locked onto you like you were the only person on the beach. “hi,” you managed, your voice shaky despite your best efforts to sound nonchalant.

with little hesitation, he sat in the vacant lounge chair beside yours, “i hope i’m not being too forward,” he began, his smile boyish but his eyes steady. “but i saw you from over there, and well, you quite literally took my breath away and i thought i had to at least get your name.”

from behind you, one of your friends audibly gasped before dissolving into a whisper shriek. you stifled a laugh, eyes flicking back to his. “quite the charmer you are,” you teased, “i’m y/n.”

a grin curved across his face, “esteban,” he replied, running a hand through his hair in a way that seemed almost too perfect to be accidental, the movement subtly flexing the muscles in his arm.

“well, esteban,” you said slowly, letting the name roll off your tongue, “it's nice to meet you.”

“the pleasure’s mine, y/n” his eyes crinkled slightly at the corners as he smiled. “are you and your friends doing anything tonight?”

you considered him for a moment, then offered a shy smile, “we could be.”

“good,” he said simply, as if your answer was exactly what he’d expected. “then maybe I’ll see you again later at les caves du roy.”

“and if you don’t?”

he leaned in slightly, dropping his voice, “then that would be a real shame.”

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yourbff: you have taken my breath away. can i get your name?

ynuser: girl shut up

yourbff: NEVER! THIS IS MY VERSION OF A ROMANCE NOVEL GOOD BYE

yoursibling: i'm clearly missing something here. please fill me in

yourbff: texting u rn babes

friend1: it’s actually unfair at this point

ynuser: love you bestie

friend6: have fun girlies 🤍

ynuser: thank you friend 🤍

yoursibling: i’m stealing that set when you get home trust

ynuser: no

friend2: meshki should be making you one of their models you look actually perfect in this outfit

ynuser: meshki you heard the girl

friend3: marry me please i’m begging 🙏🏻 💍

ynuser: just say when

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the sun had dipped below the horizon leaving the streets of saint tropez buzzing with energy. you and your friends had taken your time getting ready, dancing around the hotel room with cocktails in hand, hyping each other up and taking a million different pictures. you weren’t exactly sure what to expect from the night (or from esteban) but when he’d mentioned the name of a local club earlier, something in you had already decided you’d show up.

now, standing just inside the velvet rope of the exclusive bar, you scanned the crowd. the scene was the classic vacation nightlife with beautiful people, expensive drinks, laughter and music floating through the air and it didnt take long till you saw him.

esteban stood near the bar, casually nursing a drink, deep in conversation with a few guys you didn’t recognize. he wore a linen shirt, sleeves rolled and a few buttons undone and was somehow even more annoyingly attractive than he’d been this afternoon.

you leaned toward your best friend, “ok now I’m nervous.”

“don’t be,” she grinned. “he literally walked across a beach to hit on you. i think you’re fine. plus i need this to work out because that one tall brunette he's chatting with is HOT and i need that in my life.”

before you could respond, esteban turned his head and spotted you. his face lit up instantly before he excused himself from his group and made his way over, weaving through the crowd like it parted for him.

“you made it,” he noted, his smile as warm as the breeze off the water.

“you sound surprised,” you teased, stepping closer so he could hear you over the loud music.

“i was hoping! not assuming though.” his said as he moved out of the way for a group of people walking in and as he did his hand brushed the small of your bare back, just briefly, but it sent a shiver up your spine.

your friends had already dispersed to the dance floor, giving you space without needing to be asked. and for a while you and esteban talked, laughed, and danced. he made it easy to forget everything else around you. until someone interrupted that is.

“esteban?” a girl’s voice cut through the music. you turned your head to see a group of girls in their early 20s, drinks in hand, eyes wide like they were mesmerized by the man standing next to you and you instantly felt a pang of doubt.

“oh my god, can we get a photo? i’m such a huge fan,” one of them gushed. “i literally screamed and cried when you got the podium with pierre in brazil last year.”

you blinked, completely unaware of what podium she was talking about and why she was referencing a guy named pierre and some event in brazil. the group of girls eyed you for slightly too long and you felt your skin crawl under the weight of their stare.

esteban chuckled politely, nodding quickly. “sure, yeah. of course.”

he posed for a few quick pictures while you stood to the side, suddenly feeling like the only person in the room who didn’t know what was going on. when he turned back to you, you raised a brow at him.

“ok,” you said slowly, “who are you?”

he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck clearly a little uncomfortable with how the situation was unfolding, “i was kind of hoping to avoid this part for a bit.”

“why? are you like famous?”

“i drive in formula 1,” he admitted, eyes cautiously watching your reaction, “for a team called haas.”

you stared at him for a beat trying to wrap your head around it. sure you'd heard of formula 1 and ferrari before but you hadn't heard of haas or esteban. “is that… a big deal?”

his smile widened as his anxiety began to fade away, “in some circles, yeah.”

you squinted at him, “interesting so then thats why those girls knew who you were.” you took a sip of your drink studying him as you considered the interaction and what it meant about esteban, "are you any good?"

he laughed again, “i’m decent. been around for a little while but I liked that you didn’t know who i was," he paused for a beat, "it was kind of refreshing, actually.”

you crossed your arms, biting back a grin. “so, let me get this straight! you’re a professional race car driver and you didn’t think to mention that when you came up to me on the beach?”

“didn’t want to lead with it. i liked talking to you without all that because it felt more genuine," esteban admitted.

you nodded slowly with understanding, “mysterious, kind of famous, french, and annoyingly charming you seem like trouble.”

he bit his lip before nodding, “the fun kind of trouble.”

you rolled your eyes but your smile gave you away. “alright then, esteban from haas. let’s see if you and your friends can keep up off the track too.”

he leaned in, voice low and warm. "challenge accepted.”

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f1gossip: 🚨 BREAKING: esteban ocon, lando norris, mick schumacher, ollie bearman and lance stroll have all been sighted out at les caves du roy in saint tropez. it seems like the group are starting off their summer break with some partying and beach time! we also have sources who confirm that esteban was seen dancing and getting handsy with a mystery girl who he ended up leaving with at the end of the night.. could our estie bestie have found a summer fling?

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user1: they all look criminally good

user2: i am looking RESPECTFULLY

friend2: who are the sources 🤔

friend1: was it you be honest 👀

friend2: NO

f1gossip: care to share why would you be a source?

friend2: nope :)

user3: ok esteban i didnt know you had game like that 😅

user4: gonna gnaw on lando's neck 🫠

friend1: aint no way 😂😂😂

user5: mystery girl is living my dream

yourbff: this is actually hysterical 😭

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friend1: EWEWWWWWW

ynuser: is this not what you're doing w lando rn 🤨

friend1: uh cant confirm nor deny 🤭

ynuser: exactly

yourbff: ok his friend lance's hotel room is literally the most insane thing ive ever seen

ynuser: so is esteban's its literally so luxurious

yourbff: i could get used to this life of luxury fr 🤯

friend3: giggling and kicking my feet for u rn from the comfort of my bed 🤭

ynuser: and you are so real for that. is the room service hitting?

friend3: YES ITS SO GOOOOOOOD

yoursibling: theres this thing called decorum and clearly you have none of it 🫩

ynuser: sorry that i’m hot and he’s hot! sue me!

yoursibling: and the way that i will!!!!!!!

friend4: i expect u to b in the best mood ever at lunch tmrw since ur getting cracked tonight

ynuser: askfjgdlfjg hahahahhhhhah stfu

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you stretched beneath the silky sheets, feeling a little bit sore in that way that reminded you what you’d been up to last night and with who.

a moment later, the door opened and in esteban came still shirtless, hair slightly messy, balancing a tray of food like he’d done it a hundred times. except something in the way he looked at you, slow, soft, like he was taking his time admiring you made it clear he hadn’t.

“i figured you might be hungry after last night,” he said, his accent heavier in the morning.

you sat up and raised a brow, “is this your move? seduce and then serve breakfast?”

he chuckled, setting the tray down in front of you and crawling into the open space on the bed next to you. “only when i really don’t want it to be a one night thing.”

you stilled, eyes meeting his. “this wasn’t just a hookup for me,” he said, more serious now, his fingers brushing your bare knee gently. “i don’t usually do this and by that i mean bring someone back. stay up all night talking in between other things,” his smile softened. “you’re different. i felt it the second i saw you on the beach.”

you tilted your head, “you don’t even know me.”

“let me change that,” he said simply. “let me get to know you. off the beach and outside of this hotel room. maybe over breakfast and over dinner. in paris. in monaco. wherever you’ll let me.”

you couldn’t help the way your lips curled at the corners, “you’re very convincing especially for someone who had to resort to begging last night.”

his eyes darkened, a smirk playing on his lips, “and i’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

you laughed and picked up a piece of fruit from the tray, “keep feeding me like this and i might let you.”

he leaned in slowly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, his voice a whisper against your skin, “say the word mon ange and ill cancel my entire week.”

you looked at him, amused and intrigued and more than a little flustered, “let’s just see where this goes.”

esteban smiled, “oh, I intend to.”

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yourbff: sooooooo monaco y/n/n??? looks nice?????

ynuser: it is perhaps one of the nicest places ive ever been and it helps that i have the best tour guide available

yourbff: so jet setting with a man you met a couple weeks ago wasn't the worst idea?

ynuser: somehow no!

yourbff: YYYEEEESSSS 😫😫😫😫

yourbff: can i pls come to a race 🥺

ynuser: LOL you gotta ask lance for that 👀

yourbff: HAHAAH he has messaged me a few times since so i'll work on it

friend1: ethereal goddess

ynuser: 🥹😭🤍😘🥰

friend2: its upsetting to me that a man is getting to have you and not me

ynuser: you can have me too baby girl just don't tell him that

estebanocon: happy and grateful for you being here

ynuser: 🥹 im glad

estebanocon: i think we need to make this a more regular thing

ynuser: i agree

estebanocon: thats my girl

friend6: WHY ARE YOU IN MONACO???? HELLO???

ynuser: remember that gorgeous man i met in saint tropez?? well im visiting him hehehehe 🤭

friend6: W O W

yoursibling: when u blow up u gotta promise to remember me

ynuser: imma act like i dont know no body

friend5: i need the exact prayer you said to get this babes

ynuser: LOL will text it to you asap 😌

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a/n: thanks for reading!!!! if you like maybe will do a part 2 but who is to say. 3 POSTS IN 3 DAYS IM ON A ROLLLLLLLLL CLEARING OUT THEM DRAFTS LFG

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[blkkizzat]

THIS IS THE HOTTEST SHIT I READ IN AGESCJDCBSDJBF

WE LOVE A FARMING MAN!!!!

something about fuckin in a barn will always do it for my city girl coochie.

WET AS HELLLL RN. THIS MY NEW FAV SIMON FIC FR!!

Ruthless

or: Country!Simon catches you attempting to tag his property, of course he has to teach you a lesson.

cw: 3.6k words, 18+ mdni, Country!Simon, alt universe, no use of y/n, some plot with smut, dub-con, spanking, breeding kink, p in v, creampie, age gap (Simon 29, reader 23), primal play & reencounter (if you tilt your head), pet names (little girl, city broad, lucky), fingering, lite pussy pronouns, degradation, lucky!reader

a/n: a scrapped Drabble turned into a full story cause I love plot

part 2!!! <3

You were running like your life depended on it.

It was dumb for you to even attempt to tag the Riley barn to begin with.

You knew that, your friends knew that, anyone in town would’ve warned you otherwise.

It all started with a little end of college fun, wreck havoc like the good ole days. Nothing out the ordinary. Something that supposed to be a silly little prank, saying goodbye to college and hello to adulthood by spray paint and a little egging.

Was it a little too much for your liking? Yes.

Just plain rude and disgusting because at the end of the day, what exactly did Ghost do to deserve any of this? But peer pressure is a nasty, annoying, bitch. Regardless of age.

The Riley Ranch had been rumored as evil and haunted, the only people who really interacted with the land being other farmers. Even when Simon Riley, the last standing of the family, came to church (on the rarest occasions), people kept their distance. Afraid his families “bad” energy would spread over to them.

They called him Ghost.

There was a fire at the families home, started by Ghosts father who was always in a rage. Your father made sure your family stayed clear of him when you visited, he wasn’t too kind to quote, ‘big headed, posey, no good, city slickers.’ No one thought his rage would grow so large into trying to kill his whole family.

No one one besides Ghost made it out that night, there was rumored to be a large burn mark on his back to prove it.

You’d gotten found too fucking quick, “What the hell do you think you’re doin?” His voice booming on the highway road.

Simon Riley was blessed to have ears like an owl. Heard the car pull up and stop on his property, the rumbling of the engine— a beat passes— the car doors slamming shut and the far off hushed giggles. Nothing new, people had passed his property to spook whoever the hell they were with. Try to show how “evil spirits” ran rampant on his land, even if they were, he hadn’t ask for them to be there. But they’d never stop. They’d do it before.

They’d do it again.

But he heard that can of spray paint shake and his boots hit the floor before he even realized it.

Not the brown farmhouse gate he’d spent so long sanding down as a child with the help of his grandfather. Not the white ranch fence he’d spend so long getting together as soon as the land was properly handed to him and in his name, that’d he hand painted himself and fixed up the grass so people knew better than to drop any litter there.

No fucking way.

Your friends were already in the mustang you’d arrived in, those bastards, revving the engine and zooming off. You dropped the can, more spray getting on the grass fuck, fuck, fuck— your brown eyes slowly looked up, meeting a more than livid pair blue eyes.

You wanted to squeak out, ‘im sorry’ but where would there be room for that? Not in between the ranch fence that already had a squiggly line and crooked smiley face with black spray paint on it created by yours truly. There would absolutely be no room for an apology when his face was already screwed up, jaw clenching from underneath the bandana that hid his face, eyes narrowing into slits.

Well duh, babe. Move those feet!

And you did, turning at a 90 degree angle and sprinting like it was the end of the world. Ghost mumbled a ‘god damn it’, and ran right after you, his boot quickly meeting a carton of unopened eggs.

Oh you were definitely in for it now.

You ran through the Egyptian wheat, tall as the eye can see, green leaves scratching your arms and legs. You prayed to God there wasn’t any crazy animals hiding in there. You were panting, taking a quick glance behind you and you could only hear rustling of the large plants that surrounded you, feet hitting the floor.

Then you heard a distant yell in the field, “[+], you get back here!”

Well it wasn’t exactly the hardest to spot you out, you looked like your mother— who looked like her mother. You came from a family known for actually being good people, never hesitating to help or providing when need be. You’d met Mr. Riley a couple times in your 23 years of life. Quick instances that you vaguely remember. But you knew his face, and he knew yours.

Your mom had been one of the few good people making sure he was well taken care of when he was younger, she couldn’t raise him like she had wanted to with having to travel back and forth from the city for work as a children’s author. But she’d made sure he was taken care of in whatever home he was placed in, encouraged him to join the Boys and Girls club, something to ground him.

“Just needs someone to look after ‘em is all,” she’d ensisted while braiding your hair one night before heading to meet him at his group home, fingers weaving through your curls with purpose, you were around eight. “Some kids need a lil extra love, show ‘em someone’s there for ‘em. Simon’s one of those kids, so is your older brother, even though he’s a pain in my side at times. They’re all good in their core— their heart. It’s important to have someone nurture it. Gods called me to do that.”

Though, the relationship strained when the foster system let him go. “He’s just having boy troubles. Boys go through those weird hormones when they hit a certain age. Wants to prove ‘imself as a man. They get real hard headed [+]. He’ll get over it ‘nd pull through. He always does,” she’d say. So certain. Undoubting. Like a sixth sense.

And Simon did manage well enough, clearly, for him to have a proper farm for himself, one that was properly taken care of and thriving. You’d visited with your mom two years back. It was so clear to you now. Your mother practically smothering him in a hug when she got close enough. Simon was awkward at first, but accepted it. His eyes and whole body softing by her touch. She’d been family when no one else would be.

He looked towards you, you met a gorgeous shade of blue, long blonde lashes to match his short blonde hair, face with a few noticeable scars and half his face hidden under a black bandana. You were standing a ways off so you couldn’t hear what he or your mother was saying, but you saw him nod toward you. Your mother saying something and him nodding in response. She waved you over,

“[+] you know Simon— I mean, Mr. Riley since you’re a grown man now, ain’t that right.” She laughed.

“Whatever you want ma’am.” He looks down at you and extends his hand. You take it, butterflies fluttering in your stomach, and give it a firm shake.

“Good seein you.” It wasn’t just words, he was sincere, caring. Like seeing an old friend.

You nodded, “ ‘S good seeing you too.”

He showed you the farm after that in his truck. The big house that was farther toward the woods, properly fixed after the fire a decade ago, the Egyptian wheat field, the horses and chickens and the new blue barn he was building to accommodate them, the horse training area used to break in horses no one else would. It was a lot of land, a lot of work, but you could tell by the sound of his husk voice, he was proud of himself and the work he’d been able to accomplish. Even more happy when your mom praised him.

It finally clicked: that barn— and right on time, you’d caught sight of it. Not the one Mr. Riley had been fixing when you visited, the old one. Large and in charge that had old wood, and was definitely falling apart. But you made a bee line for it anyway.

What other option did you have?

Your heart was practically beating out of your chest, nerves on a high because you didn’t even notice how close Ghost was to you before you ducked so he couldn’t grab you. Kicking his shin and dashing towards the barn that was bones.

“You damn brat! fuck me!” He cursed, hopping to ease the new pain on his leg before running right after you.

You undid the large wooden latch, sliding the doors open and immediately trying to slide them close. But his hand shot through the opening, a shiver runs down your spin.

Up the steps you went, the only place you could go, and Ghost was right on your heels, quick, almost silent— didn’t call him Ghost for no reason. You tripped and fell on a pile of hay and wild chickens went fluttering and clucking down to the barn floor, clouding your vision. Next thing you knew, Ghost finally caught you. His hands grabbed hold of both of your arms as you rolled around and thrashed underneath him.

“You fuckin asshole! Let me go!” You grunted, trying to kick your legs where the sun didn’t shine but completely missing when the older man closed your legs, gripping them together under your knees in his hands. He had you like a pig about to be roasted.

“You ruin my property but I’m the asshole?” The fucking audacity of you. “Gonna teach you a fuckin lesson cause clearly they don’t teach you city folk manners.”

With ease, Ghost sat himself down on one of the old hay bails, bringing you over his lap. He grunts, keeping you as still as you can, and then like thunder— his large calloused hand comes down to your plump ass, echoing in the empty barn.

“Mr. Riley!” You gasp, your head shoots up, eyes widening— there’s no way- was he giving you a spanking? The next one yanks you out of your thoughts, brutal, harsh, that makes you scream his name again, “Mr. Riley, that’s enough!” But he’s completely ignoring you.

“Spray painting my fences,” SMACK!

“Tryin to egg my house,” SMACK!

“‘Nd Ruinin my fuckin crops?!” SMACK!

“You’ve lost,” SMACK! “you’re damn,” SMACK! “mind! little girl!” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!

You’re crying and whimpering, as his hand continues forming ripples in your ass. You’d gotten one singular whopping your whole life, from your grandma for breaking her good vase when she told you no ball throwing in the house. Life altering from one incident that made you into the goodest girl there ever was.

And then there’s this predicament, one that ripped your soul in two. One half fueled with hatred for doing something so crude— so audacious. And then the other that’s struggling to keep itself contained. one more hit that meets your tender bottom, one that hits you in a place you didn’t realize was boiling over— a smack to the ass that forces an egregious moan out of your trembling plump lips.

Simon stills, his eyes flicking over the state of you. You’re shaking, head down and legs finally not kicking. But he sees the way you try to hide yourself further into his lap, because you and he both know you just moaned because of a little whooping.

Oh— you're crazy.

You’d unknowingly created a fire and Simon would add lighter fluid to it.

He lifts the bottom of your short flower patterned dress, just to peak, you jump but still, your heart pounding even louder than it had before. And it’s a sight for the man to behold— your underwear soaked like the damn ocean. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to bring the hands down to hide the slick that was ever growing.

“D-don’t look.” You sniffle. Too damn cute.

But there’s a snicker, something that makes you look back at him and his eyes are shining with mischief, “My god, you’re a filthy lil thang, aren’t’chu?” It’s almost rhetorical, he’s not asking you, he’s asking your cunt. “Didn’t know you city broads were like that, learn somethin new every day, don’t you?”

You yelp when he yanks your underwear down to your knees, thrashing around once again, but Simon keeps you still. Your pretty pussys glistening as bright as sun on water, slick all over your fat second pair of lips. He brushes his fingers against them, sending shivers up your spine, you cant help but arch further into his touch.

You whine, “Mr. Riley-“

“—Shhhhh, gotta hear her,” he murmured, slowly slipping a finger in your drenched hole. Your pussys practically sputtering out with every thrust of his finger, slipping another one and coating it perfectly. He takes them out, sucking up the juices on his tongue that you’ve left on them, spitting down on your hole before stuffing his fingers back into you. He hums in satisfaction as you lose your mind, “such a fuckin slut, you just get this wet for anyone, don’t you?”

Your eyes reach the back of your head, breath hitching, “Nooo, I don’t- I wouldn’t!— ooh- agh- Mr. Riley!” your interrupting yourself with your own moans. Whatever anger you had before, folding into nothing.

He finally let’s go of your hands and you grip on to his leg, nails clawing at his jean cover thighs. Your stomach tightens running away as your orgasm builds but Simon follows, thrusting his fingers into your gummy walls even more, curving them to find your sweet spot with determination.

“Eaaasy now, don’t want to hurt you. Be good ‘nd cum. Know you want to, make a mess all over me darlin’.”

And that’s all it takes, with a twitch and a squeal, your cumming all over his hand. Simon thrusts his fingers a couple times, watching the wave of euphoria wash over you before sucking one of fingers clean, then bringing the other to your mouth.

“Come on, don’t be fuckin uppity, taste it lil girl” he tsked, you take the middle finger in your mouth, tasting your own arousol, swirling your tongue around it. Slowly pulling your head back with a ‘pop.’ It all goes straight to the blondes aching dick.

You hear it, the unbuckling of his belt, your stomach touching the tint that had built because of you. your mind finally snaps out of the trance he’s got you in. You barley manage to get out of his lap, scrambling through the hay, tripping over your underwear, on your as knees. Giving Simon the perfect view of your tender ass and the slick that’s dripping down to your thigh before you turn when you meet a wall. Pushing yourself into it.

“We- shit- someone- someone’ll come!” You ramble out, panting, still feeling the after effects of your orgasm. Your eyes avert to anything in this barn besides the man infront of you. But he made his way over to you, slow, stalking. And once he’s on his knees and hovering above you, he springs his cock from from his boxers. The blonde is hung, large and girthy, his tip strawberry red and leaking pre cum.

He bends down, sliding his fat cock between your wet folds, and then smacking his tip on your clit creating a plap, plap, plap. You can’t help but whimper at the sensation.

“You want it don’t you?” he whispers in your ear, taunting you, goosebumps wave over your skin. “Don’t want me all the way,” he traces over your belly, and then pokes right where your uterus is, “up here, hm?”

“Don’t want me to make you feel good pretty girl? Don’t wanna feel it once?”

Maybe it’s the adrenaline that’s pulsing through you, the way he’s looking down on you like you’re pathetic, dick crazed maniac. And maybe that’s exactly what you are, just once— you just want feel him stir your guts just. this. once.

“I do.”

And your soft voice is just enough for the brute to yank your legs open, Simon throwing your legs over his forearms and spreading your pretty hole open with just the tip. The man starts bullying himself inside the tightness of your pink walls.

He’s big. He’s too big. You hiccup, shoving at his shoulder while he’s splitting you in half, “Mr.Riley, ‘s so much! hicc- can’t. I can’t.”

He croons, slowly thrust more and more of his veiny length into you. “Come oooon city broad, thought you could take it? Don’t go runnin. Been runnin from me alllll this time little girl.”

“Bet you won’t do no shit like that again, ruining my damn property,” Simon hissed, smacking down your clit a few times. “Gonna fuck that nonsense outta that lil brain ‘f yours.”

“I won’t! I promise! Mmmph- I’ll be good! S-so good just for you. Always for you.” You mewled, one hands clawing at the wall behind you and other hand at his shoulder. He finally feels it, his cock reaching the very hilt of you, balls smacking your ass crack. The damn obscene sounds your syrupy pussy is making to keep him inside you, and his tip giving your cervix the messiest and he’s sure, the first kiss it’s ever received.

A baby.

You’d look so fucking sexy, being all plump with his fucking baby. He pushes your thighs back to you head further, jackhammering into your heat rough and mean.

“Five,” he mumbles, groping at one of your tits in his hand. Squeezing and kneading it like a vice.

“Wha-“

“You’ll give me five ‘f ‘em, won’t’cha? Make me a daddy.”

He’s talking nonsense, partially. Simon wasn’t dead set on five, he’d wanted a baseball team but he’d settle for whatever you wanted. One would do if it caused you too much strain. He’d take care of you and the baby, buy you whatever you asked for, have you sat on that back porch, in a rocking chair. Your hand on your full belly, watching him as he worked all lovingly.

Simon breath hitches, rolling his hips into yours with a grunt, fucking drunk at the thought of it. The thought of you, all while your pussy was squeezing on him like you were reading his fucking mind.

“C-christ almighty, I got lucky with you huh? A snug lil cunt like this deserves to be up filled up with my cum.”

You still couldn’t believe it, thee Simon Ghost Riley, was with you in this old barn fucking your brains out like you were fucking Eve in that damn garden, on top of a pile of hay. Both of you letting out moans and groans like animals that you’re sure anyone who stepped foot on property would be able to hear. It’s hot, and sweat is forming on both of your foreheads, your skin is sticky. Simon’s big balls hitting your ass every punch of his tip into you G Spot. both of your eyes hazy, stupid off the other getting off.

“Feel so gooood M-Mr. Riley! So much!” You keen, reach for the bandana hiding his face. He always pushes your hand away but then he remembers what you’re about to be— his lover, his wife— the mother of hic children.

“Mamma’s gotta know the face of ‘er children’s daddy right? pull it off.” And you do, tugging it. And god, maybe this whole ordeal got you lucky.

So damn pretty. A scar on his nose, another one at the end of his pink lips, blonde strands swaying everytime he ruts into you, “Mr. Riley’s sooo pretty,” you slur, talking to him like it’s some secret. You’re lucid in his cock, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure while you stomach coils up.

“Uh-uh, eyes on me city broad, look at me!” He squeezes your cheeks together, planting a fat kiss on your smooshed lips. He snaps his hips forward, and your head would’ve hit the wall from how good you feel. But Simons still got your pretty face in his hands.

“Gonna have ya allll bare foot ‘nd pregnant, waddlin yer cute ass ‘round here with a ring on that finger.” He’s telling you, as if this is already happened and he’s seein it with his own eyes. All you can do is moan at his words. You can’t even form a sentence at this point. Just nodding your ditzy little head while he gives you his dick.

“Gonna be a pretty fuckin mamma too, fu- shit baby, your pretty tits all full with milk for our kin— damn, you love the sound ‘f that dontcha? You can deny it all ya wont, but she’s achin for it.”

God, you are. She is too. You didn’t even know how greedy your pussy was being as he pistoned in and out of you, “Gonna— gonna cum, fuck I’m gonna-“

“-Yeah, thaaat’s it lucky, come all over your husbands cock.”

All you can utter is a ‘s-shit’ when your orgasm smacks you, your toes curling in your converses, thighs shaking in Simons hold.

The blonde gets you in a headlock, smooshing you down into the floor further, brushing your curls with hay out of your gorgeous face. rutting into you as your walls clamp onto him, begging for his all milk he’s able to give you.

Simon growls, and the strings of cum fill your womb. Your clammy bodies are still stuck together as he rocks the last bit of cum into. Mumbling while kissing your neck, “take it lucky it’s all yours. Gotta keep you nice ‘nd full if you’re gonna get pregnant.”

It’s quiet finally. The barn itself is old and creaks but you can hear the chickens right down the steps clucking, the cicadas chirping, the breeze passing through the trees. The only think you hear are his and your pants,

Simon scoops you up in his arms, adjusting your dress to cover the mess he’s created thats dripping down on that barn floor with every steps he takes.

“Mr. Riley, where are we- where are we going?” You hiccup, gripping onto his shirt. All you can look at is him, a little in shock, a little blissed out. The only thing your able to focus on is the handsome man holding you against his chest. The way his heart pounds louder as he looks down at you.

“To the house. It just won’t take after one go.”

a/n: a draft that’s sitting since last month. Luv you bubs. Can’t wait to write more country!simon

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[sunrisemill]

Grinding on it

[kunawned]

ʚɞ . . call out my name!

❤︎ — you ask them what their favourite name is to be called in bed!

﹒ ∩ _ ∩ contents : fem!reader. some suggestiveness. little crack.

𐔌 includes — gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna, choso kamo, shiu kong ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

‎‎── ࣪˖ ࣪ gojo satoru ࣪ ˖ ──

‎‎── ࣪˖ ࣪ geto suguru ࣪ ˖ ──

‎‎── ࣪˖ ࣪ nanami kento ࣪ ˖ ──

‎‎── ࣪˖ ࣪ toji fushiguro ࣪ ˖ ──

‎‎── ࣪˖ ࣪ ryomen sukuna ࣪ ˖ ──

‎‎── ࣪˖ ࣪ choso kamo ࣪ ˖ ──

‎‎── ࣪˖ ࣪ shiu kong ࣪ ˖ ──

[sunrisemill]

The fact that I’m not riding him rn is making me wanna scream

[igarisol]

heart symbols 🧷 ♥︎

♡ ♡̴ ♡̶ ❤︎ 𑁤

♡⃝ ‎۪ᩍ ♥︎ ♡ﾟ ෆ

ᡴꪫ =͟͟͞♡ ❦ 𑣩𑣨 𓈈 ♥︎ 𓈈

♡⃞ ཐི♡ཋྀ ꨄ︎. ˚. ྀིྀི୧❤︎୨ ྀིྀི.˚ ⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

♡̸ 𓆩♡𓆪 ♡⃘

flower symbols :

❀ ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ✿ 𖤣

❁ 𖥧 𖡼 ⚘

❁ ❆ ❅ ✾

⚜ ✽ ✼ ✻

⚘ ⚜ ❦ ❧

star symbols :

★ ✦ ✢ ✥

✧ ❂ ❉ ✯

✸ ✵ ❇ ≛

⛤ ✫ ✬ ✪

⚝ ⛧ ✰ ✩

Random symbol combos :

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˚꒪ ♬‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱༝⁺.𝄞 ཐིཋྀ₊˚*:ꔫ:*｡ꕥ˖°

𝝑⋆₊˚⊹♡⋆౨ৎ˚. ✿˖°. ݁ ˖୨୧₊❀

𖤓𓂃 ོ𓂃°⭒₊ ⭒˗ˏˋ𓆩 ✩ 𓆪ˎˊ˗⭒

[kirana9999]

Awek belanja untuk semua🥵🥵

[damselneedssaving]

「 PRINCESS TREATMENT 」

OLDER!CLINGY!DAMIAN WAYNE X F!READER

★ SYNOPSIS: When you said yes to being Damian Wayne's girlfriend, you didn't know you were signing up to be worshipped by him.

★ TAGS: damian is 18+, suggestive content, he gets very touchy, longing/yearning, fluff, established relationship, clingy!damian wayne, you're like a magnet that he is incapable of pulling himself away from, not that he wants to in the first place

★ A/N: y'all don't look now but i'm considering writing a tiny oneshot of knight!damian x queen!reader cuz of this 🤭 (also omg guys i literally just got an anon asking when this oneshot is coming out 💀)

line divider by @cafekitsune

Damian's body is hot, his lower half practically bathing you in flames as he presses it right up against your own, pants flush with your skirt.

He's murmuring something against your cheek, lips softly grazing your skin with each word, but it's so low, so quiet, that you can barely make it out, too busy squirming away from the heat of his breath—his aching, heavy, oh-so-very-close breath.

So he speaks again, louder, "Don't run from me, Habibti—"

And you shudder, feeling electricity shoot straight down your spine as he nuzzles closer.

"—I hate when you do that."

"Dami..." You're whining, you know, completely unable to take the way he leans even further into you, the way he audibly breathes you in like you're oxygen and he's been drowning for years.

He only hums in response, moving his hands to trace the curve of your waist, slowly, reverently, with a gaze so worshipping, it sends your head spiralling and your body alight with flames that can rival hell's very own.

"How did I get so lucky?" he whispers, breathless and so, so devoted.

Then his fingers slip under the hem of your shirt, and you feel that devotion in its entirety.

A shiver runs down your spine, your nails digging further into the skin of his arms; an action which causes him to release a groan so guttural, it sends vibrations through your very veins, and you shudder once more.

His grip around your waist tightens.

"The things that you do to me, Beloved."

Just those words alone are enough to flood your body with heat, breathy and soundless against your ear, but then he accompanies them with the soft, fleeting presses of his lips against your skin, and your back is arching straight off the bed before you even know it.

"I'd gift you the stars if you so asked of me," he continues in a whisper, hands moving to wind around your waist now, to feel you bare against him as he pulls you closer, your shirt bunched just under your bra. "Just say the word, ya hayati."

Then he travels down, and the press of his lips invades your stomach instead, and all you can feel is blistering warmth blooming from within.

Before it all blows away in a rush of wind.

You gasp, feeling the loss of his heat before the weight of his absence, and quickly rush to sit up, your palms pushing down on the plush sheets below.

"Damian?"

You scoot closer to the edge of the bed, peeking at those slightly dishevelled strands of his from over the sheets as he drags something out from under you.

A box.

Your lips part, brows furrowing, a whine right on the edge of your lips, one motivated by the throb in your core—

—but then he opens the lid, and the words die right there on your tongue.

You blink. Once. Then twice. Then a third time. Before, finally, moving a hand up to cup your mouth.

"Oh dami..."

Your eyes sting as you stare down into the open box below.

The glass inside winks back at you.

"You shouldn't have..."

His reply comes in the form of taking the fragile thing out, and under the light, it only looks even more beautiful.

Clear enough that you can see your own reflection within, and sculpted with enough edges that a rainbow blinks back at you—it's everything you've ever dreamed of and more.

"I had it made to your exact size," he says, slowly, worshipfully, reaching for the heel of your foot which you so readily give him. "And you don't have to worry about it disappearing after midnight. I've made sure of it."

He slips the glass onto your foot, and immediately, you feel that familiar cold again. But this time, it's a lot more welcome.

"It's stunning..." you whisper, too taken to speak any louder.

He presses a kiss to your ankle, then another against your shin, before finally pressing one against the side of your knee, and resting his cheek right there on your inner thigh.

And all of a sudden, the glass slipper is the furthest thing from your mind.

Damian doesn't say a word for a long, winding moment—just kneels there, on one knee, staring up at you with a gaze so intense, so unwavering, that it steals the very breath from your lungs.

Then his lips softly curve up, and he finally graces you with the reply you've been unknowingly waiting for:

"Only the best for my Beloved."

[gloomy-ghosty]

you deserve the notes

'Oh wow, I wonder who gave me all these notes?'

The faithful mutual:

[theboyfromiwtv]

— Jacob Anderson: "He was kind of self-destructive. So I think the fact that Daniel is that kind of, abrasive, like, direct, he's sort of goofy, he's cute, he's funny. That really hit on something different for him."