#I'm so happy I got this camera even if I will be paying on it for two years

[canonjansen]

A moment of peace

[rex-rambles]

➤ OBLIVIOUS | F1 SMAU + FIC

pairing: f1 grid x albon!reader (platonic!)

summary: the f1 drivers make the mistake of saying they're always aware of their surroundings, so you start an Instagram account to prove them wrong...by seeing how long it takes them to realize you're taking photos of them.

warnings: none!

➤ MASTERLIST

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visacashapprb Do your F1 drivers know when we're recording them? Or anyone, for that matter? Seems like the answer is yes! 

↳ yn_albon really @/alexalbon? 

↳ alex_albon I am very observant, thank you very much 

↳ yn_albon we'll see about that

↳ fan44 there's literally paparazzi footage of the drivers every other day, of course they notice, they just pretend like they don't

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oblivious_f1_drivers the guys said they know when they're being photographed, my camera roll says otherwise

↳ mclar_win Oscar's side eye is crazy 

↳ brocedes this HAS to be like George or someone proving a point

↳ oblivious_f1_drivers George wishes he was me

↳ fan16 this is either a prank or a stalker...watch out guys

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oblivious_f1_drivers first up: dumb and dumber 🧡 i should start timing how long it takes for them to notice 

↳ alex_albon if I end up in one of these, I'm telling everyone 

↳ oblivious_f1_drivers no promises

↳ f1_fantatic alex, our chronically online king

↳ fan44 oscar and lando together = fork found in kitchen

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oblivious_f1_drivers in the lead as always, Max Verstappen comes in first by taking two days to notice!

↳ mclar_win max always has to be first, doesn't he?

↳ fan44 no wonder he looks so happy 

↳ mad_maxxx why is the second picture lowkey...

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oblivious_f1_drivers i got too cocky 😔 tried to go for the super close up and got caught :( current record: three days

↳ fan16 so both Max and Charles now know your identity??

↳ oblivious_f1_drivers they've already been sworn to secrecy

↳ carcarcar who could this be?? charles was happy to see them so it wasn't a stranger

↳ f1_fanatic i mean, alex is lurking in the likes 👀

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oblivious_f1_drivers idk what made him more mad, the fact that he crashed or the fact he caught me

↳ alex_albon we had a promise 

↳ oblivious_f1_drivers i literally said no promises

↳ alex_albon get ready to give up this account 

↳ mclar_win it has to be George, right? 

↳ carcarcar if it were George he'd be smiling liked by oblivious_f1_drivers

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oblivious_f1_drivers a week and a half for Mr. Lando Norris! i would've taken more but this man was too excited to catch me

↳ lando See? I'm very observant

↳ oblivious_f1_drivers it took you a week and a half to catch me

↳ oblivious_f1_drivers even alex got it in less time 

↳ alex_albon hey!

↳ georgerussell63 any chance I can beg for immunity?

↳ oblivious_f1_drivers send me photos of oblivious drivers, and then maybe we'll talk

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oblivious_f1_drivers someone tipped him off...at least I snuck one in

↳ alex_albon 😇

↳ oblivious_f1_drivers we could've had something, alex 

↳ alex_albon you're the one who broke their promise 

↳ oblivious_f1_drivers I NEVER PROMISED

↳ alex_albon wait why are you that close to lance in the third photo 

↳ alex_albon answer your texts!!

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oblivious_f1_drivers what's this? oscar finally noticed? after TWO WEEKS? enjoy all the photos

↳ oscarpiastri listen we have a lot to do during race weeks 

↳ oblivious_f1_drivers like pay attention to your photographers??

↳ oscarpiastri that's not even your job

↳ nicolepiastri so it's not just me being ignored?

↳ oblivious_f1_drivers @/oscarpiastri text your mom or I'm stealing her

↳ oscarpiastri will do 🫡

↳ brocedes so we KNOW its not a photographer

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oblivious_f1_drivers looks like we're not the ONLY oblivious ones #/hacked #/alexandgeorgehaveyourphone #/thebetteralbon

↳ yn_albon GEORGE???

↳ georgerussell63 why are you mad at me?? be mad at alex!

↳ alex_albon yeah george, how could you do this?

↳ f1_fanatic the albon siblings causing trouble on track as usual 

↳ lando payback for having to look over my shoulder all week

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You hold your hand out to Alex, who reluctantly drops your phone into your palm. Sometimes, you think, people forget you were actual siblings, who had just the same amount of fun annoying each other as any other pair of siblings in the world. The only difference, however, was that your brother happened to be a world-famous F1 driver, and you were a journalist trailing him around all day. 

So honestly? You were perfectly within your rights to post all those silly photos of him and his friends. After all, it was something to occupy you in the rare moments you weren't hearing about being an Albon, or growing up around all the drivers, or waiting for Alex to come to an interview ten minutes late because you couldn't really say anything about it.

"I can't believe you," You direct both towards Alex and George, checking to make sure they didn't mess with anything else on your phone. 

You had to give them some credit in their retaliation. Alex must have been sneaking photos of you all week, and then airdropped them to your phone to put onto your Instagram account. You'd never say that out loud, however.

Lord knows he didn't need the extra ego.

"Me?" Alex asks, looking rather insulted. "You're the one out here taking photos of us secretly." 

"You're the one who said you weren't oblivious. I've seen you walk into a pole! Be serious." There's a joke to be made about him walking into poles yet never getting pole, but that's a bit too harsh, even for you. 

"Be serious?" Alex parrots, rubbing a hand over his face. "Be serious! You are so lucky you're family, or I would've kicked you out of the paddock by now." 

With the same grin you'd been pulling on him since you were a kid, you force him to reconcile with the fact that he actually did this to himself. "Unfortunately, you did also get me a job with F1, so you couldn't even kick me out if you tried." 

"I'm sure they'd let me kick someone out if I needed to." He mutters, shaking his head, and before you can open your mouth, he raises a finger. "We're not making another bet about this." 

George, finally content with how the conversation has ended, speaks up. "I can't believe it took Oscar so long to notice." 

"I know, I thought it would be Charles." Alex answers honestly, and George pauses for a moment before turning to you.

"Should I be concerned I never caught you taking pictures of me?" His expression is stuck somewhere between the horror of potentially not noticing you and relief that you might have excluded him, considering the deal you struck up. To your surprise, George actually did supply you with oblivious photos of the drivers, a sort of double blackmail you can't wait to spring.

And, while he hasn't ended up on the account yet, there's still time.

He did help steal your phone, after all. He will pay. "I just didn't get to post yours. You're also pretty oblivious." 

"No, I'm not!" He says, pointing down at your phone. "We checked the camera roll, there was nothing of me on there!" 

"You think I'd leave those on my camera roll?" You ask with the same grin, now pointed at him. "Oh, I keep my secrets much more guarded, thank you." Alex offers a look, and you shove his shoulder. So maybe he had a point about you leaving your phone unattended around a man who knew the password and knew you ran a secret account, but still! "This secret doesn't count." 

"I'm sure it doesn't," Alex says with a laugh before leaning in closer. "Any good ones of George?" 

"Got one of him picking his nose?" 

With a screech you can only describe as inhuman, George loses all the colour in his face. "You do not!" Then, as he reaches for your phone, both you and Alex take a step back. "Albons, don't do this to me!" 

You and Alex are running before George even has a chance to catch up. 

It's a rare time Alex ever actually beats George in a race.

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oblivious_f1_drivers my cover has been blown :( it was fun while it lasted

↳ alex_albon I'm really glad I got you hired as a journalist and not a photographer, these are terrible

↳ oblivious_f1_drivers ow??

↳ oblivious_f1_drivers I can't even be a nepo sister in peace

↳ isackhadjar oh come on 

↳ oblivious_f1_drivers your expression captures how I feel, it deserves the first slide

↳ georgerussell63 hey, i thought we had a deal 

↳ alex_albon you made a deal with george and not me??

↳ oblivious_f1_drivers @/georgerussell63 the deal ended when YOU STOLE MY PHONE 

a/n: my friends have started playing photo tag on campus, which is the only way i can describe where this came from - enjoy?

[madeforgyu]

shake it off. (18+ only, mdni.)

summary. sometimes, good things come from bad ideas.

pairing. (idol!)mingyu x f!reader

word count. 2426

cw. daddy kink / mild ddlg (mg refers to himself as dad 2x), cum play and cum eating and just... so much cum... (reader is cum obsessed i'm sorry), degradation if you squint, cnc and false sympathy, pet names (he calls reader princess a lot, size kink also if you squint, throatfucking (reader fucking loves cock in mouf. reader is me.), allusions to being in subspace but i didn't wanna say it explicitly bc it felt too on-the-nose, lots of buildup (sorry)

i am not responsible for the content you consume. proceed with caution.

author's note. uhhh belated happy father's day he is still my dad and i still wanna suck his dick (also heyyyy haha heyyy guys.....pls dont kill me for being gone.......)

this was a bad idea. this was a very bad idea from the very start, and mingyu knew it.

he had some work to be done with bumzu today. he knew he had to be locked in, focused 101% on his work, but the past few days without you had been hellish. between busy schedules and video calls that just wouldn’t cut it, he knew needed to see you, hold you, hear your voice.

so, against his better judgement, he insisted on having you over at his studio. 

“…oppa, are you sure?” you had asked him when he called you up to tell you to come over. 

“baby, please?” he pleaded, and you could hear the pout in his voice. he’d rambled something about missing you more than anything, about not seeing you felt like eternal damnation (entirely an exaggeration), and that it was now or never again (realistically, just few months give or take, but mingyu is dramatic).

“i’ll pay for your ride— or i’ll ask someone to pick you up. or i’ll go pick you up myself right now,” he rattled on in one breath, “just— please? i miss you.”

and against your better judgment as well, you agreed and you were out of your apartment in no more than ten minutes. 

it was fine at first. 

as you walked into mingyu’s studio, you were immediately greeted by this six-foot-something man’s buff arms wrapping around your body, lifting you up and hugging you tight, before you could even drop your bag.

“my baby,” mingyu cooed into your neck possessively with a yearning so intense you’d think it’s been years since he last saw you, “my angel. my princess. missed you so fucking much.”

and you smiled and nuzzled into his neck, “my big baby. missed you too.”

after a soft makeout laced with heavy pining by the door, he kissed your forehead and let you settle onto the couch as he sat back on his chair to finish writing his lyrics as some music played softly in the background. 

he got bored quickly. and you watched with fondness as he played with instagram filters to pass time while waiting. 

then his song came on. 

he turned on his camera, and as he started dancing in his chair, vibing to every beat of his song, your eyes darkened with hunger and heat pooled in the pit of your stomach. the minute he stopped recording, you found yourself rising from the couch and crawling to fill the space between his knees.

“oh?” mingyu tips his head down to peer at you past his shades before taking off the pair and setting it aside. you bite back the smile creeping onto your lips and rest your cheek against his thigh. 

“hi,” you whisper, a little too innocently for the fact that you’re on your knees between his thighs. instinctually, mingyu’s hand combs through your hair, scratching slightly at the base of your neck as he smiles down at you. you hum, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. 

“hi, princess. what’re you doing, hm?” 

“y’so handsome,” you mumble, words slurring into each other. “wan’ you.”

mingyu can tell that your headspace is already starting to slip. 

despite all the time he’s been with you, he still can’t believe how strong of an effect you have on each other. he can already feel himself hardening in his jeans, and judging by the haze behind your eyes, he knows you’re craving to have his cock shoved down your throat. 

your gaze drops to his growing bulge and your shy hands come up to fiddle with the button. 

“can i…?” you ask him quietly, looking up at him with those doe eyes he can never seem to resist. 

with a smile, he rises to his feet and takes the initiative to pop open the button himself. he frees himself of his jeans and briefs in one go, fabric pooling by his ankles and belt landing onto the ground with a soft clink! 

he grasps himself by the base and pumps, slowly but firmly, getting himself fully hard as he sits back down. your eyes never leave him, transfixed. just about hypnotized. you don’t even notice yourself lick and bite your lip, or that your eyes are now half hooded as you watche him. 

mingyu smiles, proud. “cockdrunk already, love? i haven’t even given you my cock yet.” 

and you just whine at his teasing. you settle between his legs again, cheek pressing against his now bare thigh. “gimme,” you pout with an impatient huff. “please?”

his fingers thread through your hair and he tugs. you let him. with the grip in your hair, he pulls your head closer to his thick cock and your jaw drops open automatically, sticking your tongue out as if to reach for him. then when the tip taps against your wet tongue, you latch onto him, lips snug around the head, tongue perfectly wrapped around it. 

you moan in pleasure. in happiness. in utter bliss. like latched onto his cock is where you’re meant to be. (you’re convinced that it is.)

“how d’you want daddy, hm?” he asks through heavier and heavier breaths as he slowly but surely pushes your head down onto him until your nose is pressing into his skin. 

he knows you can’t answer with a mouthful of cock so he continues. “jus’ wanna play?” 

you nod, as much as you can with a mouthful of cock. mingyu lets go of the grip in your hair and scratches at your scalp again in affection, warm, tender smile splayed on his lips. 

on his go ahead, princess, you slowly start to bob your head up and down, steadily fucking your throat onto his cock. you try to savor the feeling of his fat cock sliding in and out of your throat, but you can’t help but gag a few times too many.

the sound is music to mingyu’s ears though, only making him harder with each wet, creamy sound as your throat constricts around him. spit pools around your lips, gathering around the base of his cock and dripping down his balls. 

then you lift yourself up and off his cock to take a breath. your hand wraps around the base and you start pumping firmly. then your lips wrap around the head again. you swirl your tongue around the tip and lap against the slit, drinking up every drop of pre-cum that leaks out. 

every movement, every stroke of your tongue makes mingyu’s groans grow louder. it’s taking everything in him to keep himself from forcing his cock down your throat and using you as a toy. all you want is to play with daddy’s cock, and what his baby wants, you always get. 

you kiss and lick and suck on just the tip, while your hand stays busy pumping the length of him. your other hand comes up to massage his balls and it’s in that moment that mingyu thinks he’s about to lose his mind. 

“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, baby—” his deep groans morph into high, begging whines that shoot heat straight to your core. at this point, you want nothing more than to have him cum on your tongue, to savor the bitter taste of his seed that you’re convinced you’re almost addicted to. 

you let go of the tip only to kiss down his length until you reach his heavy, dare he say neglected balls. without thinking twice, you lap at his balls. your gaze is fixed onto him, watching his expression through dewy eyes. the way his brows furrow, the way his chest rises and falls as he keeps himself from cumming too soon, the way his jaw drops open and the yummiest sounds spill from his parted lips. 

when you suck one of his balls into your mouth, he decides he can’t take it anymore. his hand laces through your hair again and he pulls you off of him as he rises to his feet. you stumble back, mingyu’s grip being the only thing holding you up. 

“m’sorry, baby,” he apologizes, but not in any actual guilt. it’s that patronizing, faux-concerned tone only leaves you wanting him more. 

you smile and giggle as he handles you roughly into position: on the floor with your legs in a W, sitting snugly between his thighs.

he pushes himself into your mouth again in one swift move and breaks past the back of your throat, not giving you even a single moment of respite. you gag against him but he keeps pushing anyway until he’s buried completely. his grip loosens only to cradle the back of your head to keep you in place as he starts to rock his hips into your hot mouth.

“i’m sorry, baby, i know,” he coos again in false sympathy as if trying to soothe your struggle, hips rutting into your mouth.

bubbles of spit form on the corners of your lips. you gag again, the sound wet and miserable and delicious all the same. “m’sorry. daddy’s sorry. jus’ need you so bad” 

you whimper. in strife. in desire. in need. mingyu’s thrusts turn brutal but you love it— live for it. you choke around his cock. you can barely breathe. your vision is blurred with tears from all the gagging, cheeks and chin stained with a mixture of spit and tears. but you know there’s no where else you’d rather be.

when his hips start stuttering, you know he’s close. you lock gazes, and in an instant, mingyu understands what his baby wants— no, needs. 

“want dad’s cum? hm, princess?” he asks through shallow breaths and heavy moans. 

you moan and look at him as pleadingly as you can to signal your desire. the grin on his lips is lopsided and proud because he knows he did this to you. because only he can do this to you.

he pulls you off him just a little bit, keeping the tip in your mouth. then with his other hand gripping firmly around the base of his cock, he spills into your mouth, warm ropes of thick, white cum vandalizing your tongue.

he doesn’t let you swallow yet. the hand in your hair moves to grip your chin as his still-hard cock slips out of your mouth. 

“show me,” he says and pushes his fingers into your cheeks and between your teeth get you to open your mouth. your tongue curls at the edges slightly as you show him, being careful not to spill.

he leans forward, then drips a thick wad of spit into the pool of cum in your mouth. you can only moan in need, pussy clenching and thighs pressing together. mingyu dips his thumb into the puddle and mixes his spit and cum together, still smirking down at you. he taps the pad of his digit against your tongue to watch the way the disgusting mix stretches and splashes in your mouth. you want to swallow all of it down so bad and he knows it. 

but he isn’t done with you yet. 

so he lets go of your chin and slips into your mouth again, using the cum and spit as lubrication as he fucks your tight, warm throat all over again, just as ruthlessly as earlier, if not more. 

the spit and cum spill from your mouth and drip down your chin with every deep thrust, and you cry. not because it hurts— god, no. but because you feel like you’re wasting all of his precious seed. you want to swallow his cum so badly, to feel that warmth fill your mouth and bloom in your throat. 

the grip in your hair returns shortly. without warning, mingyu thrusts into your hot mouth just as he slams your head onto his cock. your nose presses into into his pubic bone, balls warm against your chin, and then—

“fuck—” he whimpers with a cry of your name. “cumming— dad’s cumming. m’cumming.” 

you finally feel that blooming warmth of his cum shooting down your throat, load after load, just like you wanted. 

he stills, spilling seemingly endlessly into your mouth and down your throat but you’re not complaining. he cums so hard and so much that it overflows from the corners of your lips and spills out of your little mouth despite your best efforts to swallow every load. he keeps himself buried snugly in your throat until he’s spent and his balls are empty.

when he pulls out of your mouth, his cock is limp and soft. your mouth and chin are soaked and stained by his cum, but still, you look up at him with stars in your eyes, lovestruck and dumb, as if he wasn’t just balls-deep in your mouth. 

he chuckles at the sight, heart warm with tender love and adoration despite it all. you’re a little wobbly as he helps you onto your feet before falling back down onto his chair, strong hands pulling you along and you land on his lap. (he’ll have to wipe this chair clean in a little while — thank god it’s leather.) 

“happy baby?” he asks with a fucked out, dazed smile. you nod and lick your lips to lap up what you can.

“mhm. yummy,” you say in that innocent tone again with a nod.

mingyu can’t help but giggle at you. he cups your cheek gently then scoops up some of the cum dripping down your chin with his thumb. he pushes the digit into your mouth and you happily suck it clean.

“let’s get cleaned up, yeah?” he says. you both rise from the seat and he kisses your forehead affectionately. 

he wipes himself clean with some baby wipes first, then tucks himself back into his briefs and zips his jeans back up. then it’s your turn and he carefully wipes your face clean, all while showering you in praises. pretty girl. did so good. my beautiful, beautiful princess. i love you. 

the air purifier is switched on, the chair wiped down with a disinfecting wipe, and the air is sprayed with a little fresh linen room spray from his favourite brand. 

he helps you drink some water and dresses you in the oversized hoodie he had worn on the way. you two cuddle on the couch in comfortable silence, your head slotted in the curve of his neck. his hands caress your side while you trace patterns on his chest. your heartbeats and breaths sync, and soon enough, you’re out like a light in the comfort of his arms. 

[prettypieck]

ᴄᴀᴍ ɢɪʀʟ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Xavier x Reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: cam girl reader and her sweet friend Xavier who sheepishly agrees to sleep with her for 'content', but ends up fucking her so good that it starts to look a little too real on camera

ᴀ/ɴ: This is my first time posting on Tumblr, so please go easy on my writing lol. I also wrote this at 2am hehe. 3.6k words purrrr.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Xavier, Xavier smut, love and deepspace smut, MDNI!, backshots.., fingering, idk what else to put

It was one of those days... you counted through the tips you earned at the local cafe you worked at and realized you were short to be able to pay your rent this month. You throw yourself on your couch in frustration, it was time to do your little side hustle again, except the side hustle isn't actually that little. You log onto your account on your phone and see all the money you were making from your previous videos, if it wasn't obvious, you were a cam girl.

It was something you started about a year ago, you would only film solo on your bed with all the different toys you owned. However, you noticed recently that your views were beginning to tank, maybe you needed to do something different to bring the attention of your audience back.

You quickly post on your account about anyone having any suggestions for your next video. Immediately, responses begin to flood in with people recommending the same thing: film with someone. With the amount of responses you were getting, you would be able to pay rent for next month as well.

You throw your phone on the couch and stare at the ceiling. Fuck. Who could you film with? Who would actually be down for that? You close your eyes and think about your options. But you startle when you hear a loud thud coming from the floor above you and then it hits you.

Xavier...

Your sweet neighbor and dearest friend, maybe he wouldn't mind, but then again he's so reserved and quiet you don't know if he'll even say yes to it. You grab the pillow next to you and scream into it from embarrassment of something you haven't even done yet.

Fuck it, asking him is better than getting evicted. You get up and smooth down your outfit and try to be presentable before heading up a floor to his place. Your heart goes a million a mile as you raise your hand and knock on his door.

You stand and wait as you hear shuffling on the other side, he was coming to the door. When it opens, Xavier stands there with his ruffled hair and rubs the sleep out of his eyes.

"Y/N," he says in his soft voice, "come in." He opens the door wider and lets you in, you rub your arm and walk in. Why were you acting like you've never been in his apartment? You wanted to smack yourself to stop being so shy about asking this silly question. Maybe you need to ease into it...

"Hey Xavier, what was that loud crash I heard earlier," You ask as you walk to his couch and take a seat amongst all his plushies that he had. He walks over after closing his door and picks up one of the plushies off the ground and raises it to show you, "this is the reason."

You follow him with a look of confusion as he also sits on the couch as well, stretching his arms back behind the couch. He lets out a chuckle at your puzzled face, "I guess the plushie we won last week at the arcade together isn't happy in my home, I got up after my nap to grab some water and tripped on it."

You laugh at that, Xavier was always tripping and falling. "Maybe the plushie would rather be with me, I'm the one who got it out the claw machine after you basically wasted all our tokens," you tease him and at that he rolls his eyes playfully.

"Be my guest," he yawns again and raises his arms above his head in another stretch and that's when your eyes begin to wander. His plain white t-shirt just slightly stretched at the collar rode up when he raised his arms and you can see his abs underneath. Your eyes wander even lower where he's manspreading and you notice his grey joggers, and your throat goes dry at the obvious bulge right in the middle. Woah, he was packing. You snap out of looking when he stops and looks over at you, "What's wrong?"

You blink at him twice, "what are you talking about?" He tilts his head slightly, like he's analyzing you, making you more nervous. "You're really red, are you feeling feverish?"

You flush even more at that, why can't you control yourself. "No," you inhale sharply, "actually- I came here to ask you something." You grip the end of your shorts in nervousness and your eyes look around before you finally have the confidence to look at Xavier again. You see he hasn't moved his gaze away from you, he blinks and waits for you to continue speaking. You flush at his undivided attention, Xavier used to be shy when you guys first became friends, but now he has no problem holding your stare.

"Uhm, so you know how I work at the cafe," he nods at that and you continue with a sigh, "well... sometimes I can't make the rent, so I also have a second job and it's online. I make content and I was wondering if you could help me with it."

Xavier's eyebrows come together like he's thinking about something, "...content? What kind of content?" It seems like he's not following what you're saying, you feel like you're corrupting an innocent soul who clearly doesn't dabble in this kind of stuff. Suddenly, you feel like aborting this mission.

"You know what, never mind," you say quickly as you get up from the couch to leave, but you barely make it a step away before Xavier grabs your wrist. Your body is hot in embarrassment, but you turn to look at him still seated on the couch, he looks at his hand on your wrist before looking up at you.

"I'll help you."

You blink once and then you blink twice. "Really?" He nods and you sit back down on the couch when he tugs on your wrist lightly, you liked that Xavier was willing to help, but you needed to be honest about what he was getting himself into. You close your eyes for a brief second and then blurt it out, "I'm a cam girl."

It's deathly silent and you keep your eyes shut as your face flushes once again. After what feels like a minute, you open your eyes and Xavier is staring at you, but this time just as flushed as you are. You can't help yourself when you begin to ramble to help save this situation, "I understand if you don't want to be the one to have sex with me, especially on camera, even though your face won't be shown. I've always done everything on my own. This is also new to me, I just couldn't think of anyone else that would be willing to help me-"

You stop when Xavier interrupts you, "I'll do it."

"Really?!" Another nod from him and you throw yourself at him for a hug. He catches you as you say a million thank you's.

Eventually you are back in your apartment that same night after your shower to prepare to film with Xavier. You gave him a time to come over earlier and were now wearing your best lingerie under your robe and had done your hair and makeup. The camera was set up in your bedroom, you decided it was best to film and post the video later rather than be live. You were afraid Xavier would accidentally show face and you wanted to avoid the awkward parts with him being out there on the internet.

Finally, there was a knock at the door and you go answer. Xavier was dressed casually and you watch him as he looks down at you and then your robe before his ears flush and he looks away for a second. "Hey," you breathe and he gives you one of his small smiles as he enters your place. "Hi."

He takes off his shoes at the entrance and follows you to your bedroom. You glance at him, "are you ready?"

He smiles at you again, "yeah, are you?" You laugh a little at that, before nodding. The next five minutes are spent with you adjusting the camera while Xavier sits in the middle of your bed awkwardly, you were making sure to just show him from his neck down. Once that's set you click record and walk over to your drawer and pull out one of your vibrators.

Xavier follows your every move as you move towards him and take off your robe in one quick motion, leaving you in only your underwear and bra. He feels like the breath left his lungs as he trails his gaze down all of you and back up. You are beautiful. Perfect. He couldn't believe he was going to be able to hold you like this, touch you like this.

You crawl onto the bed and get comfortable between his legs as you look at yourself on the camera monitor. You were much smaller than Xavier, so your whole body and face was in view. "Here," you tilt your head back to look at his face as your hand holds out the vibrator to him. He flushes when he looks at it and then back to you, but you feel yourself pulse when you see the slight heat behind his eyes.

He takes it from you before hesitantly asking, "Can- Can I touch you?" Your heart races in anticipation as you nod at him.

Your body lights up with goosebumps when you feel his left hand trail up and down your waist. You guys hold each other's gaze, as you relax back into his chest. Your eyes drop to see him put the vibrator down next his thigh and he raises his right hand to gently grab your jaw. His thumb caresses your face as he stares at you, and his gaze alone makes you feel damp between your legs and he hasn't really touched you like that yet.

He continues his gentle rubbing and then his hooded gaze drops from your eyes to your mouth. You don't remember whether it was him or you to initiate it, but you guys begin making out. It's gentle, sensual. His lips are soft and every so often his tongue begins to peak through and you allow him in. Your tongues begin fighting for dominance and the kiss begins to get a little more heated, you reach your right arm over to the back of his neck to keep his mouth on yours.

Your body tingles as he hums into the kiss and breaks it to look into your own heated gaze before going in for another kiss. While this continues, his right hand reaches down to your thigh and he rubs it before moving your legs to be against his spread ones. This leaves you open right to the camera and you gasp lightly when you feel the slight breeze against your damp underwear.

Your body slightly jolts when you feel something rubbing against your clothed sex. You break the kiss this time and look down to see Xavier rubbing the vibrator up and down your sex before you throw your head back against his shoulder. He takes the opportunity to kiss your exposed neck and shoulder, as his left hand goes up to squeeze your breast through your bra.

You can't stop the hums and pants that leave your mouth before you can't take the teasing anymore, "more." "More?" Xavier leaves another kiss on your neck before looking down at your flushed face. "Then beg for it."

Your breath hitches, was this really Xavier? Your quiet friend who is the sweetest person you know asking you to beg him. But your body is so heated you actually listen to him, "Please, I want more. I want you."

You watch Xavier as he groans at your words before diving in for another kiss, this time you feel his hands at the waistband of your underwear as he pulls them off. You raise your hips and then your legs as you help with sliding them off. You keep your legs parted and when you guys break away from your kiss for the third time, you can't help but watch Xavier's face. He looks into your eyes before he looks down and groans again, "Look at how pretty you are."

"Touch me, " you beg with a pout on your face, "please."

Xavier wastes no time in tossing the vibrator to the side as his hand reaches between your legs and his finger grazes between your wet folds. "You're soaked," he says into your ear and your eyes rolls when he rubs on your clit for a quick second before going back down to your entrance, teasing you with his middle finger.

Your hips roll in attempt to get his fingers to fill you up, and when he finally finishes teasing you, he sinks one of his digits in. Your eyes roll back with a light moan and when he pulls the finger back out, he eases back in with two this time. One of your hands grips his thigh while the other holds on to the bicep of the arm that's in between your legs. Your hand nor your vibrator would have felt as good as his hand did.

Xavier was reaching spots inside you that had you writhing against him and moaning. He kept talking you through it, "you're doing so good baby." You feel yourself clench around his fingers at the nickname and he hums at that. "You like when I call you baby?"

You can't stop yourself from nodding your head. Your high was coming so fast, your panting louder as your body began to shake. Xavier clearly noticed this, pulling his fingers out at the last second to rub them against your folds, purposely avoiding your clit. You groan out in protest and he shakes his head at that, "Use your words baby. What do you want?"

You have no shame holding his gaze when you speak, "I want you to make me cum. Please."

He smirks at you, "good girl."

You don't expect it when he plunges his fingers into you and begins a deep pace that has you back on edge. Your moans get louder and your nails dig into him when you finally reach your climax.

You feel like you had the life fucked out of you, but it was hardly over. Xavier brings his hand filled with your juices to his lips and sucks them clean. That makes you only want him even more, and you get on your knees in front of him. Reaching the hem of his shirt to help him take it off and then the next moment you're both naked and making out once again.

You both can't get enough of touching each other everywhere.

Xavier positions you on your hands and knees in front of the camera. You both moan when he begins to rub himself against your folds. None of you seemed to care that he wasn't even wearing a condom, you just wanted him inside you already.

"I want you inside me," you whine and Xavier hums in response, "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you push your hips purposely back into his and feel the head of his cock dipping in. He lets out a grunt before tightening his grip on one of your hips and then slowly begin pushing in.

Your mouth falls open as your face scrunches up while he stretches you out inch by inch. Xavier was definitely more on the larger side, so you needed time to adjust. You can't help but let out little whines and pants, before turning your head around to look up at him from behind you. He felt like he could come just like this, the look on your face enough to send him over the edge.

"You're taking me so well baby," he praises as he finally bottoms out inside you.

At some point, you can't remember how many times you've came already. Xavier was relentless, changing the pace each time he made you cum.

“Look at the camera,” Xavier grunts hoarsely as he grabs your hair and pulls your head back. You let out a moan as you lift back to rest on your forearms, arching your back and looking at yourself on the camera. 

You looked more fucked out of your mind than you usually do in your typical content. You could see the skin around your eyes turning red from the tears, the blush on your cheeks and the way your reddened lips hang open with drool threatening to spill from the corners. And this is all due to the cause of one thing.

“X-Xavier,” you can’t help but moan out his name, knowing you’re going to have to cut that part out later to keep his identity a secret. He groans in response, his thrusts not stopping their pace, you feel him kissing your cervix with each one. He pulls out slightly more than halfway and then goes in with a grind at the end of each one. 

“Yes,” he’s breathless, “yes, baby.” You stare at the his sculpted body from behind you through the camera, biting your lip and whimpering as you can only see his mouth hang open. The rest of his face cut off from his height on his knees and the fact that this is how you’ll keep his identity a secret when you post it. But it’s hard when you can feel his name on the tip of your tongue once again, you want to chant it like a mantra. You want to see him.

Fuck it. 

You shake your head slightly and feel his grip loosen on your hair, and you turn your head around to look at him. The sight of him alone has you clenching around him and your eyes rolling, he was glistening with sweat and the look in his hooded eyes was darker than you’ve ever seen. His damp hair stuck to his forehead. Upon seeing your face as well, Xavier couldn’t help but moan, his brows furrowing, and he grips your hips tighter. You looked so beautiful like this, just like this for him. 

You begin pushing yourself back into him again to meet his thrusts halfway and your mouth hangs open once again. Both of you held eye contact, not bothering to even remember that the camera was still rolling with your face not in it. 

“Xavier you feel so good,” you slur your words as you feel so drunk off of every thrust he gives you. His dick was touching places you couldn’t yourself. Xavier was thinking the same thing, your pussy was sucking him in and he felt its pulse with every movement. The way you moaned his name made him even more feral. You felt what he was feeling and now he was never going to let you go. 

“Fuck it,” he says under his breath and you gasp as he suddenly presses forward and his chest is against your back. He wraps his bicep around your neck, using his elbow to prop him up as the lock around the front of your neck has you facing towards the cameras once again. 

“Like that,” you moan loudly as he continues to pound into you, squeezing your neck and face in his arm. Xavier’s face was showing in the frame now, he no longer cared to hide while fucking you for your content. This felt personal now. 

You can feel his breath in your ear as he pants and grunts right next to it. Yet you still can’t take your eyes off him on the monitor, watching him turn his head to nip at the shell of your ear and you can see his smirk forming as he makes a ‘hmph’ sound. 

“Like this,” he grunts as you feel his other arm reach down under you and find your clit. You squeal at the sensation added with everything else and if it weren’t for Xavier pressing you into this position, you would have collapsed. 

“Mmhmm,” you hum as he works you better than you can do with yourself and your toys. 

“Look at us baby,” Xavier’s head is right next to yours on the frame, both of you flushed, “we’re perfect together, this pussy was made for me. Gonna fill you with my cum and you’re gonna take it like a good girl.”

He accentuates the last two words with two hard thrusts. All you can do is choke on your own words as your vision goes white and you feel your walls clench around him. He lets out a groan of your name before you feel the warmth of his cum filling you up.

You both are panting and sweaty as you guys collapse and lay there for a second. You feel like you can't move. Xavier kisses your shoulder before getting up and clicking the end of the recording on the camera. He walks out of sight before coming back with a warm towel as he gently helps clean you up.

Xavier goes back to being the sweet man he's always been. And as he comes back into bed to cuddle with you, you realize you guys aren't going to be just friends.

[pinkyqily]

IT COUPLE JUJU WATKINS X INFLUENCER READER

Summary: You and juju make an appearance at the Super Bowl

A/n: this has to be one of my fav fics to write y'all, not everything is accurate to real life so don't bite dont messenger, credits to @naeemagales who gave me the idea for this and happy readings readers hope you enjoy this your feedbacks are always appreciated 💕.

You loved being a full-time influencer, from building a platform on all your socials to getting really hot deals, getting invited on brand trips, and having big sponsors.

So imagine your surprise when your talent agency called you to let you know that @Lifestyle would pay an all expenses trip.

For you to go to the Super Bowl, and all you had to do was flim a full lent vlog and make short forms videos, the best part wasn't it being it fully paid but you getting to invite a plus one.

This was a lifetime opportunity for you, because an all paid trips, you get to invite someone, watch both Kendrick and Sza perform at the Super Bowl half time, and get to have a good time. You loved the amazing opportunities your job brings for you.

You already had a plus one in mind, your girlfriend juju, but it only depends if she was available.

Being a full-time college athlete was no joke. Practice how many times in a week, then game days on top of that, her brands endorsement.

But trying to ask her wouldn't hurt as long as it doesn't kill you.

Later that night when you guys were on facetime, you made it your mission to ask her.

"You're thinking a lot."you heard her say from the phone.

"I'm not just got a few things on my mind." You responded.

"Which is?". She straight up asked you looking a little more serious.

"I don't know". You told her with an exaggerated sigh at the end

"Baby, you and I both know whatever you're thinking about won't stop until you do something about it so for the second time what's wrong?". She told you with a softer tone.

"Okay, so I was wondering if you would like to go too the super bowl with me." You said to her on the phone really fast hoping she would understand you speaking in 2x speed.

"I didn't get that mind repeating yourself for me again mhm". Ju told, looking directly at the cameras.

You slowly took your time before asking her again.

"Would you Judea skies watkins like to go to the Super Bowl with me?".

"Using my full name is crazy, but I would love to."

"Wait, really? You actually have the time to go. " You told her trying to make sure.

"Baby, I just said yes." She said all whiny.

"Okay just making sure". You told her.

"So that's what made you feel nervous." She said

"Yea this convo done if you're trying to make fun of me". You said rolling your eyes at her.

"I'm just joking".

"You got no jokes Judea".

"Broo."

"Judeaaaa". You said to annoy her if she continued calling you her bro

"Alright, I see how it's." She told you.

Your trip to the Super Bowl was amazing from vlogging what it was like. Ju offering to be your camera women if she can't be in it who says she couldn't flim it.

You filmed so much content in one day, half-time show with Kendrick, and Sza was one to remember

Meeting other creators like you.

But your favorite moment was when the cameras spotted both you and juju in the stands with the caption as It couple. the crowd around you guys started cheering after noticing both raising starts together in the stands.

It had both you and juju cheesing like crazy.

"It couple I kinda like the sound of that". She whispered into your ears once the attention was back on the game.

"Same as a nice ring to it huh". You told her

"How about I put a ring on your finger?". She told you.

"That's music to my ears, but let's not rush things now." You told her.

You even got to see your girlfriend on the Nike ad with many talented players to. This Super Bowl was definitely a night to remember.

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Continuation.... (stalkers!taskforce 141 x reader)

Incorrect quotes.... Let's goo!!!!

Warning: It does get NSFW

*loud arguing from inside the walls*

Y/N yelling from the couch: Can I get a waffle?

*silence*

Y/N: Can I please get a waffle?

*silence*

Y/N: That's what I though.... Suckers.

.................

Y/N: Helloooo

Ghost: It's 4am. Shut the fuck up or we are shutting down the WiFi.

*silence*

Ghost: Finally.

*le several minutes later*

Y/N leaning close to Ghost's ear: Herroooo

Ghost falling of the bed: Fucking 'ell!! It's illegal for you to be this QUIET!!!!

Soap rushing in the room: Simon wh- Y/N!!! How did you get in here? This fortress.. is impenetrable?

Y/N: Door was unlocked

Ghost: Son of a bitch

..............

Price: Okay kid.... I'm gonna put this bag over your head, now. Don't struggle.

Y/N: Why?

Price: So you don't see where we are taking you.

Y/N: is it.... somewhere....in my own house?

Price: Well-

Y/N: In the same house I constantly bust you in?

Price:

Y/N: This house?

Price, impatient: Yes, this house. Now, put this on.

Y/N: Can't.

Price, irritated: Why not.

Y/N, quietly: Tied up.

Price: Right.

Y/N: It's not gonna last you know.... It's not that big of a house. I will find you again.

Soap: Shouldn't WE say that.

Gaz: I feel threatened.

Ghost: We made renovations.

Price: Don't tell her that.

Y/N: So you made extra space.

Price: Maybe...

Y/N: ....And didn't fix the leaking roof.

*silence*

Soap chiming in: I dug holes under the house for the water.

Y/N: You did WHAT?!

Price: Shit. Don't trash around... My duck tape!!!

.........

Price fixing the holes from under the house: Kid, listen. I am sorry for my sergent.

Y/N: Man with your cake shouldn't call me "kid".

Price: My what?

Y/N: I have too many spicy thoughts to consider you a father figure.

Price: Not sure I want to understand that.

Y/N: I unfrathered you soon after our first meeting.

Price: Please, stop.

*silence*

*Price reaching toward his shirt*

Y/N: No, keep your shirt off.

Price:

Y/N: Yeah...Flex them muscles.

Price, frantically looking around: What? Where are you?

Y/N: Don't worry about it.

Price spotting a small camera: Did you put surveillance on us.

Y/N: Shhh.... Keep working bby girl. Do your thing.

Price: Don't call me that!

.......

Y/N: It's a crime I am being stalked but nothing more.

*silence*

Y/N: I said-

Ghost: We heard what you said. We can hear everything you are saying.

Y/N: So?

Ghost: What do you want more? Torture?

Y/N, mischievously: I will send you some clips.

Ghost: Our network is secured. You can't just-

*ding*

Ghost: Okay... Not happy about that.

*ding* *ding*

Ghost: I got it.

*ding* *ding* *ding* *ding*

Ghost: Captain!

Price: Yeah. I got it. Opening now.

Price: Oh my-

Ghost: We are NOT doing that!!!

Gaz: This is deranged.

Soap, stripping: Guess I will take one for the team.

Soap, yelling: Hey lass. If I do that, ya need to put on a helmet.

Price: Don't even think about it!

...........

Soap: It's a very quiet evening.

*silence*

Soap: I will fix the roof in the morning.

*silence*

Soap: Will you just talk to me?

*silence*

Soap, activating his puppy eyes: Your silence is killing me.

*silence*

Soap, angrily: Fine. Be like that. I don't care!

*from another room*

Ghost: Should we tell him, he is talking to a decoy doll for the past 20 minutes?

Price: Nah, let him be. Where is Y/N anyway?

Ghost: Shop? I think.

Price: You think?

Ghost: That's what I've heard.

Price, suspicious: Didn't Kyle say he was going shopping?

Ghost: Yeah.

Price:

Ghost:

Price: Fuck.

..........

*Gaz leisurely stretching on the couch*

Y/N: One down! Three more to go!

*on the other side of the house*

Ghost: Captain! The sergent is down.

Price: Shit. Y/N you will pay for this.

*Gaz laughing cause he can hear them through his ear piece*

Soap, stripping: I will avenge you.

Price: Mactavish! I said no!

...........

*in bed*

Y/N: Wasn't that bad, huh.

Price taking a deep drag from his cigar: Never said it was, doll.

Y/N, scrabbling something in a notebook and whispering: One more to go!

Price: Why one more?

Y/N: Mactavish ambushed me as soon as you feel asleep.

Price, laughing: God dammit.

Price wrapping his arms tightly around Y/N: Now we are never gonna leave... You know that, right? *planting a little kiss on Y/N forehead*

Y/N: I am counting on that.

.........

Y/N, dramatically: You are the last one left. Surrender.

Ghost, tryng not to laugh: Never.

Y/N: There is nowhere to go, Simon.

Ghost: You sure about that?

Y/N: Surrender! Or else.

Ghost: Alright. *drops pants*

Y/N: Shit- How? What do you eat?

Ghost, stretching his arms out: Come 'ere sweetheart.

Y/N, walking backwards toward the door: I think I forgot the bathroom oven opened.

Ghost, walking towards her: No, no. Come 'ere and take what you bargained for.

..........

That's it!

[messenger-of-babel]

Picture Perfect

Summary: You and Bruce have the picture perfect relationship, but all it takes is a picture for it to be undone. (Bruce Wayne x fem!reader)

Word Count: 2.0K

Notes: So sorry for the late post! I know I'm posting at 1am but I had so much to do for work it's been a really rough week. I do often post late at night since that's when I get back, but I try to have then in before midnight at least. Not many warning for this one, only lightly edited due to busy at work. I'll work extra hard to make up for it~

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If there was one thing about Bruce Wayne that you'd like to pass to the tabloids, it would be that he knew how to fuck up a Saturday dinner.

You'd gone out on his arm as usual, dolled up to the nines. It was hard not to, when he all but insisted to line your pockets with cash and pay for any trouble of yours to disappear. When you refused that, he settled for wrapping strings of diamonds around your neck and wrists. He'd do it with soft touch, grin lopsided as his chest pressed along your back to fasten them. When he looked at you with that twinkle in his eye, you could only wonder how long it'd take for him to put a diamond on your finger and complete the set.

You had both been dating steadily for eleven months, casting ripples across the delicate pond that was the Gotham high life. You had sworn it was only going to be a one-night stand, to go home with the most eligible bachelor for one night just to try him out. Well, you could say that he had definitely lived up to the expectations, but neither of you had expected to catch feelings. By the third gala you had gone home together, the Gazette was already in a tizzy, headlines running about how the billionaire playboy had been seen with the same socialite on his arm for nights in a row. Well, they damn well ran out of ink when you and Bruce became official at that year’s Winter Gala.

Despite the rumours fluttering around Gotham, you and Bruce were quite happy. He worked late nights, something you had come to realise the further your relationship got. It didn't bother you too much, as you were often in your office anyways. Since your father had died you had become the head of the company, and a woman being the head of the company was enough to stir the sharks below you, fighting to wrestle it out of your hands. Sometimes when you were doing paperwork you imagined Bruce in Wayne Tower himself, pouring over his own work. The thought brought a smile to your face, and it always made the nights feel less lonely.

You were so sure in your relationship that when you walked through the door of the restaurant he had taken you to, you hadn't noticed anything different about the stares that followed you both into the private booth. You were unaware of the eyes that scanned the palm branding your back, oblivious to the way women turned to whisper to each other with pitying voices.

It had been the best night after a rough week, wanting nothing more to end the night with a glass of expensive wine and Bruce's bedsheets wrapped around your legs.

It was shaping up to be the perfect night, but like they say, ignorance is bliss.

As you had been walking to the car, Bruce opening the door for you, a reporter had come into your face, camera flashing before you had a chance to react. "Hey, personal space." Bruce had growled, putting a hand on the other man’s chest and pushing him away. The reporter acted like he wasn't even there, eyes trained on you. "How do you feel about the current news circling Bruce Wayne? Do you think you both will survive this?"

Your blood freezes as you look at the reporter, Bruce's warm hand on your shoulder snapping you out of it.

"No more questions, please." he says gruffly, helping you into the back seat and climbing in after you. With a hand signal, Alfred had pulled away, hurriedly taking you to Wayne Manor. You felt numb sitting next to him, eyes staring forward at the seat in front of you. You didn't know what he meant, but the anxious feeling in your throat told you that the eyes following your car were more than usual.

Like all good things, they all come to an end. Unfortunately, that also happened to include your relationship with Bruce. you're surprised that your breath is as even as it is right now. Tears burn forcefully at the back of your eyes, standing in the foyer of the manor.

"What is this?" you hiss out, holding up a paper by your face.

'WAYNE SEEN WITH SELENA KYLE STARLET, GOTHAM PLAYBOY RETURNS', reads the headline, with a picture of the pair kissing on a staircase. Your heart feels as crumpled as the newspaper in your fist, lips trembling. "You feel like explaining?" you force out, hating the way the break in your voice echoes in the empty foyer. He looks down, guilty. "It wasn't anything, I swear-" he tries to defend, arms coming out to try and reach for you. You scoff, turning on your heel, lips wobbling as you hold back your sobs. "Don't give me that bullshit," you scoff, tears finally slipping loose. "You don't get to say anything, you don't deserve to."

you cover your face with your hands, fingers coming away with smeared make up. Alfred had quietly slipped away, expression solemn. "God, I really thought that we had something, Bruce." you cry softly. "Why?"

He looks at you softly, hands trembling. "I can explain, please, let me explain." His hands come up to make a soothing motion, gently approaching you like you're a wild animal. "It isn't what it looks like. We aren't together. I love you; you know that. She came onto me, I swear."

You roll your eyes, although they're blurry from tears. "That's what all the rich billionaires say." you say deprecatingly.

"Not me." he says firmly, eyes wavering with a tinge of fear, fingers itching for something to hold. For you. "We can work past this. We can work it out, I assure you. This tabloid isn’t true. It isn't as bad as it seems."

That snaps something in you, almost doubling over from the angst welling up in your chest. "Not a problem? Not as bad as it seems?" you whirl on him, letting him see the destruction written across your face. "You humiliated me!" you scream, hand clutching your chest, other waving the paper. "Our relationship? Did it mean anything? Even if you're telling the truth, the problem is that half of Gotham pities me now. Did you not even have the decency to tell me before we went out? Just paraded me around while everyone else knew about our relationship trouble but me? How is that fair, Bruce?" you cry, feet feeling weak in your heels. "You know, I really thought I came to see a new side of you. I thought I knew all of you. My friends told me that I should be careful, that you were a skirt chaser. But no. I trusted you, Bruce." you say, voice rising. "I trusted you!"

His face shatters, grimacing at your cries.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart." he says, voice thick. "I'm so, so sorry."

"Sorry doesn't fix this!" you cry, relieving the paper from your grip and it flutters to the ground. "It doesn’t fix us." you say weakly. "Did I…did I even mean anything? Or was I just another girl to string along?"

"No." he says firmly, taking a step towards you. "You weren't just another girl. you were my everything, you are my everything. I never meant to hurt you."

you shrug, tears falling down your face. "I'm a laughingstock." you cry softly, defeated. your fingers itch for your phone, to check the news, but you knew nothing good would come from scrolling the gossip columns. "I've got half of my father's board at my feet trying to get control through shareholder stocks. The other half were the elites mad I had taken you off the market," you jab a finger at him. "And now I'm nothing more than a floozy in the eyes of the public. I’m going to lose the respect I fought so hard for."

you run your fingers through your hair, stressed. Tears continue to stream down your face, heart rabbiting in stress. "I've never been this humiliated in my life." you weakly choke out.

He closes the distance, palms coming to cradle your face with thumbs stroking your cheeks. "I can fix this." he says desperately. you just shake your head, resigned and overwhelmed. You had always thought how special Bruce was, down to his calloused palms that were so different from every other highbrow man you had dated. "You still cheated." you grit out, eyes coming to meet his blue ones. Even though you wanted to relax so badly into his hold, to pretend like it had all been a dream and let him whisk you away into the bedroom, you pulled away.

you could see the flicker of pain that rippled across his body at your rejection, and the sight made your heart twist. "I need space." you say shakily, adrenaline making your world spin and chest tight. "Tell Alfred I'm going home."

The words feel heavy in your throat and even heavier when you see the panic in his eyes.

"Love, please don't-"

You hold a hand up to stop him.

"No. you, ‘please don't’." you say softly, head tilting down to the floor. "Just…don't. I need to find Alfred." you say as you follow the direction the elderly butler left in. Bruce can't do anything, rooted to the spot as he watches you hurry away. His body feels cold, and if he didn't know better, he'd say that this is what dying must feel like.

The old man is kind when you find him, and you can't help but cry on his shoulder when you break in front of him. He takes you out the kitchen door to the side, leading you to the car and opening the door silently. "I'm assuming you'd like some space for now, ma'am?" he says gently, not commenting on the tears and smeared makeup across your skin. you nod, and he closes the door after squeezing your shoulder comfortingly.

The ride back to your place is cold, hardly ever riding in the Wayne car without the warm presence of Bruce beside you. Your forehead presses against the window, staring out of it blankly. Staring out at the city that gossiped all about you now for sure, who'd eat you up in the coming months if you faltered. That was just the kind of place that Gotham is, especially in the elite circles.

When you click your phone back on, you make a conscious effort to resist the urge to respond to Bruce's string of frantic messages. Instead, your fingers trail over to the news tab, even though you know you shouldn't. Your face and Bruce's fill the pages, stages of your relationship depicted, all the way up to the photo the reporter snapped tonight. Your eyes are wide, lips parted in surprise. scrolling further down you encounter the fateful kiss and your heart clenches, mouth going dry. It was hard to believe that it was the same Bruce who kissed you so sweetly at night when he dropped you home or sent flowers to your office when work got hard.

It got so hard in fact, that all you could do was shut off the phone screen before any more tears could distort the colours on the screen. It flashes once with an incoming message from Bruce.

"Please let me fix this."

You shake your head to yourself, heart bleeding. Gotham was going to eat you alive. Despite your control your fingers typing out a message before backspacing.

"You shouldn't have broken us in the first place." remained unsent, as Alfred drove you to back to Old Gotham. Tears still dripped down the bridge of your nose, and you wished, desperately hoped, that the shame wouldn't follow you under the covers of your bed tonight.

The sheets that despite it all, you would still imagine to be Bruce's.

[chanswhxre]

Channie's Room [Kinktober '24]

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♡ Pairing : chan x afab! reader

♡ Genre : smut, daddy kink

♡ Word count : 2.5k words

♡ Warnings : 18+ nsfw, explicit sexual content. I will not put any more specific warnings to avoid spoiling the story. Read at your own risk!

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September is almost ending, and nothing in your life seems to be going well. You have a job, but it isn't what you wanted in the first place but it pays well, though; you just broke up with your boyfriend of 2 years, you're getting kicked out of your old apartment for adopting a kitten, and when life couldn't get any worse, your cat just puked on your favorite rug just before you were about to pack it, you wanted to scream, but you didn't want to scare off your cat. You loved the little bugger even if he's a pain in the ass sometimes. You wanted to relax a bit before going back to packing, and you remembered it was Saturday night, and that only means one thing,

🔴 Channie's Room is now LIVE

You settled in with your comfortable clothes, your favorite drink, and, of course, your favorite toy. You got into the stream and saw him, only in a white, fitting tank top, camera stopping on his neck; he's got a new wolf scratch tattoo on his shoulder; shit makes him hotter than ever. 

"Hey everyone, it's your favorite Korean-aussie, Channie!" He greets, making hand gestures.

He seems awfully cute with his greetings. He takes his time to catch up with his viewers and greets his loyal patrons and generous tippers. You've been a patron for as long as you can remember, and you loved his genre. Even though he streams NSFW content, he makes you happy and giddy. You also know deep down that this guy looks good. 

"Oh wow, thanks for the tip, wanderingbae. I haven't even started yet." He giggled, and you could see his abs tense. You bit your lip wondering what he got in store for today's live.

"Tonight, I'm doing requests! I want to know what my baby girls and boys want to see for tonight. So let's open up my ngl." He giggled.

"Oh, baby girl asks if daddy can take his tank off and..wow you want to hear daddy whimper? Tell you how much he likes it and how bad he needs to cum?" How can this man go from cute to sexy in just a blink? He was giggling a few seconds ago, and now he's straight-up teasing.

This would be another Channie's room that surely won't fail to give you mind-blowing orgasms. Let the stream begin!

The following day, you filed for leave to facilitate your moving to a new apartment. You went later in the afternoon after you finished packing all your stuff. Your room was on the fourth floor, and it's just your luck that the elevator was being repaired for the day and would be fixed late in the evening.

"Great, just great." You sighed, looking at your things. You didn't really have a lot of stuff: two big suitcases of clothes and other necessities, a huge box for other essential life stuff such as kitchenware, your cat's things, and your cat carrier. How could you bring these to the fourth floor? Sure, multiple trips wouldn't be the problem, but the weight of what you're going to carry was the one you're worried about.

"Need some help?"

You turned to look at the man who spoke with a familiar voice, making you unconsciously drop your jaw at the gorgeous man in front of you.

"Oh, it's fine. I can wait for the uh elevator."

"Really? I heard it won't be fixed until late in the evening. What floor are you moving to?"

"Fourth, but really, I can wait. I don't want to bother you or anything, " you insisted.

"I live on the fourth floor, too! Nice to meet you, neighbor. My name is Chris." He smiled. You know you're not supposed to trust strangers, especially good-looking ones, but who cares about stranger danger if it's this man? You feel a good vibe from him, and besides, he probably lives next to your new apartment. Getting to know your neighbors is a good start.

"I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, too."

"Let me help you carry these. I insist." He offered again.

"Are you sure? We're probably going to make a few trips up and down."

"I can handle it. Carry what you can, and I'll take care of the rest." He winked.

You carried what you could, and it was done in a flash. How did this guy carry all of it? How does he have so much stamina? He settled your things in the living room, and you thanked him for it. You asked him to stay so you could order food for him as another way of saying thank you, but he said he'd come over another time, and then you added that you could cook for him.

Settling into your new apartment was surprisingly easy, especially when your neighbor is very kind, not to mention eye candy. He gets along with your cat so well. You've shared a few conversations, and you have even invited him over for dinner sometimes or just to hang out, and he would be totally down for it. You've spent quite some time together for a month already, and you'd be a liar if you didn't say you hadn't had a single dirty thought about this man.

"Cool tattoo you got there." You complimented him on the wolf scratch tattoo on his arm. It's the first time you're seeing it since he rarely wears a muscle tee or tank top outside since it's cold. It looked oddly familiar, though.

"Thanks." He smiled.

It was your first time in his apartment since he usually visited yours. He graciously offered to cook dinner tonight, and while he was setting up the table, you looked around and saw a few pictures of him, his baby pictures, his family back in Australia, and his dog. You saw a guitar and a keyboard near the shelf of a thousand albums of probably his favorite artists, and then a small opening of his room showed he had LED lights and a computer setup inside. His room looked like you'd seen it somewhere, but you just couldn't point out where. It's your first time coming to his apartment that's why it baffled you why it was so familiar.

Dinner was served, and it was delicious. Chris opened a bottle of champagne to celebrate. He said that he had reached a milestone on his channel. Chris had told you he worked online as a freelancer, but now that he's mentioned the word "channel," he might be a famous YouTuber, but you were too dumb to notice.

"So, what's your youtube channel? What content do you do?" You asked him.

"Oh, I don't upload on youtube. I livestream on some website."

"What website?" you asked out of curiosity, and then it clicked to you exactly who he was: the broad torso, the muscular arms, the tattoo, and the accent. It's him—it's definitely him. You're not being delusional.

"An adult livestream site." He gave you a mischievous smile. "Judging by your expression, I have a feeling that you know who I am."

"You... you're Channie in Channie's room, aren't you?" you hesitantly said, and he laughed at how cute you were blushing when you mentioned his screen name and channel. Obviously, you were a patron since you knew who he was and the title of his streams, but he didn't know that you were a generous tipper, too.

"Guessed it right." He chuckled. "You a fan?"

You were hesitant to tell him the truth; would he make fun of you? Or would he think that it's hot how you watch him every weekend? Oh how you wanted to scream from fangirling, you've always wanted to see how Channie looked like and you were right, he looked like God had taken the time to perfect him with the just the right amount of everything but overflowing with sexual appeal and gorgeousness all over.

"So you are." He concluded with your reaction, and you gulped. "Hey, there's nothing to be shy of, baby girl."

Your clit buzzed when he called you baby girl, and you might have felt a little wetness start to pool down there.

"You're shitting me. How come I didn't notice right away? Those kissable lips you show from time to time, the fucking hot wolf tattoo—oh shit, I said too many words, was it too much?—"

"So you think I have kissable lips?" He teased.

"No! I mean, yes, you do! I didn't expect you'd be this hot in person and that you'd be m-my neighbor!" You stuttered, getting nervous for the first time in his presence.

"Well, did I exceed your expectations?" he asked, and you nodded, pursing your lips, scared that you'd accidentally tell him your nastiest thoughts about him. "Wolf, got your tongue?"

"N-no..I don't know." You said. 

You can't even look him in the eye. You wondered if he was imagining how you'd play with him every weekend, and you got embarrassed thinking about it, but little did you know he was already imagining it. Did you like his streams? Did you get turned on out of your mind? Did his streams make you sopping wet? Did he help you have earth-shattering orgasms?

Chris thought his heart would burst because of your cuteness, and he couldn't help but be curious; since you saw him cum on cam for god knows how many times, he wanted to see how hot you looked cumming too, but he didn't want to cross a line if you weren't good with it.

"Hey, don't be shy. I should be the one who should be embarrassed. You've seen me play with myself and cum loads of times, I bet." He tried to reassure you.

"Yeah..it was really sexy every time you do." You bit your lip, gathering your courage to look him in the eye. Flashbacks of him playing with himself and shooting hot strings of cum running through your head at full speed.

"I'd really like to see you cum too, if I may." He said, trying to shoot his shot.

"What?" Your eyes widen in shock. "I don't think I look sexy when I cum."

"Let me be the judge of that, kitten." He said, and with that, he moved closer to you, brushing his nose against yours. Were you going crazy? Yes, you were. Were you just letting this man have his way with you? Absolutely. Were you going to make him cum just like in his livestream? Why the hell not? "So, are you down?"

"Yes, daddy." You didn't know how that slipped, but that answer made Chris growl.

You softly placed your lips on his, and he went berserk at how soft your lips were. He didn't want to be rough, but he couldn't help but feel excited, so he cupped your cheeks and deepened the kiss. Your hands roamed around each other's bodies as if you missed each other for a long time, leaving no part untouched.

Chris suddenly carried you, not breaking the kiss and flopping you on his bed. He climbed on top of you. He swiftly unclipped your bra, and before you knew it, both of you were undressed in his bedroom. He trailed kisses down your ear, jaw, and neck all the way down until you felt his hot breath reach your dripping core.

"Fuck, this is how wet you get for me, baby?" He groaned; he couldn't wait anymore and started devouring you.

Wet. Hot. Messy

That's how Chris liked it, and honestly, this was driving you crazy as well. You never thought you would end up like this, sprawled in his bed as he eats you with much gusto. He never tasted cunt as sweet as yours, and that instantly made him addicted to your taste. He circled his skilled tongue on your clit, making you moan loudly, and when he sucked on it, you grabbed on his hair for dear life.

“Fuck, daddy!” You moaned, feeling your orgasm build up.

“Yeah? You like that?” He growled between slurps, drinking your juices like he was deprived of water in the desert.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

“Come on, cum for daddy.”

Your body shook hard as your orgasm washed over you, and Chris hadn’t stopped sucking on your clit even if you were already shaking from sensitivity. He hooked his strong arms around your thighs, preventing you from getting away from his mouth as you writhe from the slight pain and sensitivity.

"Fuck, I would pay to see you cum every damn time!"

As you came down from your high, you pushed him on the bed and straddled him, kissing him, tasting yourself through his mouth.

Finally, you can live out your fantasy of sucking his cock and not just stare at it through the screen. He was already leaking. You always wondered what his cum tasted like, so you licked a bit of it on his precum-coated tip while making eye contact. It was everything you've ever imagined. His eyes were looking directly at yours with desire and anticipation.

You wrapped your hand around his thick girth and spread his precum with your thumb all over the tip of his cock, which earned an exasperated sigh from him. You licked from the bottom of his shaft all the way up before swallowing him whole. You knew Chris was a moaner in his streams, but hearing it in person was absolute euphoria. You sucked and swirled your tongue on his cock as moans spilled from his mouth, and before you knew it, he was already pulling you to sit on it. He got a condom in his bedside drawer and slid it down his thick, hard cock quickly.

You held his cock to position it on your dripping entrance and slowly sank on it. Both of you let out a satisfied groan once he bottomed out. You grinded on his cock at a slow pace which was frustrating him, so he flipped you over and slowly started picking up the pace. It was rough but delicious. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head as he began hitting that sweet spot inside you.

“Who’s your daddy, baby girl? Tell me.”

“You are...SHIT!” You screamed as he started rubbing your clit with his thumb as he thrusts into you hard and deep.

“Like that baby? You like daddy rubbing your little swollen clit like that?”

“Yes! FUCKING YES, DADDY!”

You felt his cock twitch every time you called him daddy. He continued his ministrations, and he felt your pussy tighten as you reached your peak and then it contracted uncontrollably as if your orgasm was milking Chris into his very own, and with a few sloppy thrusts, he came into the condom. Moans and profanities slipped out of his mouth as you both rode your orgasms out. Chris withdrew and threw the condom out and laid beside you—both of you sweaty and out of breath.

“That was..”

“Mind-blowing.” He finished your sentence for you.

“Mind if we do it again sometimes, daddy?”

He giggled, cringing at the word you called him by in a non-sexual situation.

“Sometimes?” He cocked his eyebrow. “I guess you don’t want the full Chris experience then?”

“Every day then, if you let me join in on your streams someday.” You teased, unserious about joining, but it wouldn't be bad, though.

“Deal!”

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[thewitchblue]

Hello! Do you take requests if u doooo 🤭🤭

Ok! So just imagine Damien dating a figure skater

gn or fem 🙏🏽

Andd the Batfam doesn’t know about it until. One day at dinner, dick asks if anybody is dating.

Stay silent for a moment but than Tim starts looking at Damien, and well, it’s a family full of detective so everybody peeps sad.

So now they’re just sitting there questioning him because wym he has a gf?? Who is she??

Does she know what he does at night??

Do they stay on the phone when going to sleep orrrr??

Do she got an older sister? ( this question was from Dick.) 

Like Tim knows all about Damines relationship ok like bro has access to basically every camera. He KNOWS a lot of things 😭

OH and don’t let them find out she ice skates.

Dick will instantly find an opportunity to bond with her cuz basically she’s like his little sister already.

Cass is a lil happy cuz like figure skating and ballet are kind of similar. So I feel like she would help you stretch or ask you for help. You show her that leap ballerina movie( it’s so good 😭)

Jason would def tease Damien about it all the time, like he has nothing against figure skaters(when the batfam went to an ice ring once he fell on his ahh😭) but like come on the bad ass kid that is sassy af got a girlfriend??? Thought he was gay honestly.

Tim as I mentioned before already knew about your relationship, he just didn’t know you figure skated. Is an interesting thing to him. Like it’s not but at the same time it is?? Yk

Bruce? He’s just glad his son can love someone that’s not his family. Def try’s and go’s to your competitions, makes the whole family go if Damien lets them. Honestly adore you, like? You a nice girl that wears pink in almost every. if not all outfits ?? Is dating his son Damien…Damien Wayne?? The one that frown 24 seven….ye ok

Like how would they be if they met her?

How would the titans react 😦

Jon:so you’re telling me you? Have a girlfriend?…r you paying her…

You assumed Damian had told them about you. Neither of you is outright affectionate (the industry wants you to be a hot single skater, and Damian was Damian), but you had assumed Damian would have at least told his family the bare minimum about you such as you figure skating professionally or even your existence. Turns out, he did not, and you found out in the most awkward dinner of your life.

"So, you aren't being paid off to cover his tracks?"

Jason asked. You had been invited to a dinner party after the others dogpiled on Damian to find out more about his secret relationship. Damian was still mentally cursing Tim. The rat snitched on him, and now he's stuck in this terrible situation.

Jason got kicked hard beneath the table by Damian, who was already annoyed he was forced to have a stupid dinner with his family to prove his relationship.

"I see on every recent social media post that says you are single."

Tim said. He spent the past 56 hours researching you until the words began to blur and the coffee ran out.

"I'm a private person. I guess you can say I don't kiss and tell."

You seemed amused, but Damian was screaming internally and glaring harshly at everyone around him.

Nobody else knew what to say. They already knew everything about you through Tim (well, besides the figure skating because Tim found that information irrelevant). This dinner was mostly to confirm you are real and that you do know Damian. This isn't some hallucination that the Batfamily has to figure out how to fix.

Colour them surprised when you actually showed up and lightly kissed Damian on the cheek. Jason had to give Dick twenty bucks with a scowl. He really thought there was zero chance Damian, Edgelord Supreme, would ever get a girlfriend.

You had no idea what to say because Damian prepared you already. There was nothing to say. You had to pick at your food and awkwardly talk about how long you've dated, which they already knew, and what your first date was like, which they also already knew. What can they say? They are the greatest detectives for a reason.

After the horrible dinner, you decided to take them all ice skating. Partially to calm your nerves and partially to see what they all have.

Jason, obviously, sucks at it, and Damian snickered every time he fell. You helped him as best you can, keeping him to the walls of the rink for support.

Dick was a little clumsy at first, but once he got it, he was a total show-off. He attempted figure skating moves but struggled with keeping control. You circled him and gave him tips, which he was surprised worked. You cheered for him and bonded over the overlap between gymnastics and figure skating. You were excited to find out he's a gymnast because you also do gymnastics on the side. You are a professional figure skater, so you are surprised there weren't more people asking for tricks from you.

Cass held your hand the entire time, which you were fine with. You saw how excited she was by the ice skating, so you offered to watch a figure skating movie when they got back to the manor, which she happily agreed to do. She had a feeling she's going to love you. You showed her a few beginner-friendly tricks, and helped her with her form. You'd love to spend more time with her.

"You are going to have to show me your moves after the movie."

Cass agreed happily. She was excited to see you again. She's already welcoming you into the family, and so was Dick as he slid in between both of you.

You giggled, more than happy with your little trio going on. Damian did warn you Dick is the family golden retriever, but you didn't consider it seriously until you met him.

"You're invited to our movie night too, Dick."

Dick winked and asked,

"Do you have a sister? We can double date."

You laughed and shook your head in amusement. You replied,

"Not in this lifetime, Dickie."

Bruce watched in the seats with Damian.

"She is not what I expected to be your type after Raven. When is her next competition?"

Damian seemed startled that he knew about the figure skating. Nobody else did except Tim. He told him,

"She'll be in Gotham. The competition is in a week."

Bruce nodded. He liked you. He liked the adoration that Damian couldn't keep off his face when he looked at you and the way you seemed to make him smile without even trying. He'll have to remember to bring Damian when he goes to the competition. He wants to see you in action.

He smiles softly as you laugh with Cass and Dick, Jason eventually joining the group after shuffling for a couple of minutes. You are perfect for the family.

The Titans didn't quite know what to do with this information.

Beast Boy was the loudest about his disbelief. The boy has zero filter, and he asked probably a million questions after Damian was caught sneaking you out one night, which Damian still hates because it woke up everybody and suddenly he had to show the whole team his girlfriend. He wanted to wait, but evidently, fate was not on his side.

Raven already knew. She was just thankful Damian can finally stop sneaking you in and out of their tower nightly. She was the one who put Beast Boy on a leash when it came to the thousands of questions he asked.

Starfire had a strong feeling Damian was hiding something. Dick taught her a thing or two about reading people, and Damian's baseline changed substantially. He was secretive about his phone, often vanished for seemingly no reason, and sometimes came home with lipstick on his lips that he had to buy make-up removal wipes for and keep the wipes on him at all times.

Blue Beetle was surprised anybody would date Damian. You were nice and asked questions about the scarab, and you both connected when you asked to see the scarab in action. It felt good to show his powers off to someone who could truly appreciate them. He liked you.

Cyborg also liked you. He researched ice skating terms to speak to you better. You seemed equally interested in him. You asked him questions about his backstory, and it kind of dissolved into Cyborg crying and mourning his life before becoming a cyborg. You held him as he cried and listened to him. He loved you like the others.

[mclager]

Like I'm gonna lose you | Charlos x Reader

Not sad, don't worry, I'm in my fluff era

Turns out Charles liked Carlos more than I thought. I'm friends with Charles since his F3 days, and a little more since F2, so I saw him having to leave a lot of teammates over the years, so I didn't think Carlos would be a big thing for him, but man, it was. Since the day Lewis signed his contract with Ferrari he started to mourn Carlos like he was going to die, even though he was going to be a couple garages away from him.

When Charles saw Carlos first picture in Williams gear he almost cried. I had to sit by his side and assure him that Carlos wouldn't disappear from his life just because he was at Williams. I never really understood why Carlos was so different from the other teammates, I mean, he had to say goodbye to Vettel, that would be more traumatic for me if I was him.

That was until the F175 event.

"Missing your boyfriend already?" Charles was shocked by Lewis's saying, his eyes shoot at me but I looked away to the Williams car appearance. "I shouldn't have said that, sorry." Lewis said again, pretty sure now Charles was looking at him lost like a puppy, he used to do that when things don't go his way.

Charles brought me to this event, that not even one driver wanted to go, because he needed "a familiar face" even though he knew almost everyone there. I was sat next to him, trying to avoid any cameras that turned my way or near it. Charles attention only drove off his chess game with Lewis when Williams was announced. Lewis laughed at Charles reaction and gave him a pet on the back.

Charlie and I never properly dated, we were friends, but a bit more, I couldn't name it if I had to. We never talked about it, but also never talked about other people in our lives, and since I didn't had any others, I used thinking the same about Charles. It was big news to me knowing that Charlie was hanging out with other people, let alone another man. It was something to process.

Ferrari had it's presentation too, and it was beautiful, Charles and Lewis looked very happy, Lewis was shining, but Charlie's eyes were off, he was definitely worried. I wasn't mad or anything, I was just confused, I thought that we had no secrets between us and that hurt more than anything. Did he not trust me enough to think I was going to bail on him because he was with another person? Or he thought I would judge him for being with his teammate? And if he thought he being with another man would be a problem to me we really need to talk.

After the event was over Charles came almost running to me.

"Mon Cœur, can we talk?"

"About?" Charles looked at me seeing right through my faced.

"About what Lewis said."

"Charlie, you don't need to say anything about anything."

"I know, but the point is that I want to talk to you, can we?" I nodded. "Let's go to the hotel we don't need anyone listening to it." I nodded again and we walk to his Ferrari, we got in and he started to drive away. I wasn't paying attention to anything in particular, but Charles was.

"Are you mad?" His voice was just above a whisper.

"Mad is not the word I would use."

"Which one you would use?" I stopped for a second before responding.

"I'm confused, I guess." He parked the car in front of the hotel, took off his seatbelt and looked at me fully.

"I'm sorry, really... I know it can be..." He didn't find the words to say want he wanted and it frustrated him more. "Merde, what I'm trying to say is that I understand if you are weirded out, I guess, it's..."

"What? No, Charlie, not like that! Jesus, what you think I'm?"

"Then what?" He was confused and sad, really like a lost puppy.

"I thought I knew you, all of you. I thought we didn't lie to eachother or hide things like this."

"Je suis désolé, mon cœur, really. It was something I needed to understand it too, and to be honest I still don't understand."

"You like Carlos what you don't understand? Looks very simple to me."

"Yes, I like him, but I like you too. I didn't say anything about Carlos, because I know you'd say that I should be with him and you wouldn't be with me anymore."

"Isn't that the right thing to do? I mean does he know about me?"

"He does, I mean, who in that garage doesn't?" I held a smile back, he was right, everyone knows, but everyone pretends not to.

"And he was ok with all of that?" He nodded.

"I promised I was going to tell you."

"Why you didn't?"

"Because I like you, Jesus, woman, didn't you understand? I'm in love with you, but at the same time I'm..." He paused. "I'm in love with him." He said in a lower volume like he was trying to hide a secret. I looked at him for a bit too long, before start talking.

"You really mean it don't you?" He nodded.

"I didn't want to lose you or him, anything I could do was going to be a shit show. I'm sorry, really sorry, any end to this would be awful anyway, I should've told you."

For a second I wanted to know if it came to it who he would've choose, but listening to him I knew he couldn't choose, if it was an option, he would've done it already. I was about to open my mouth to say something when we heard a knock on the drivers window, we looked at it just to see Carlos standing there. Charles rolled the windows down and Carlos lowered himself to the window.

"Hola, how is the talk going?"

"How do you..." Before he could finish Carlos interrupted him.

"Lewis said he fucked up and miss beautiful eyes right there was anything, but happy about it, so I came to check in."

"We're fine, I think." I looked at Carlos.

"You think I have beautiful eyes?"

"Yes, I see you didn't get into this part of the talk yet. I'll go."

"No, don't!" Charles got out off the car. "You can help me with that?"

"Of course I can." Carlos opened my door and helped me out of the car. "Let's do this in someone's room."

We went to Charlie's room and being there with Charles and Carlos was overwhelming in all ways. I didn't know what was going to happen, what was the talk and that made me anxious, but at the same time they were just the most handsome man I ever met and looking at them so close was something else, and now knowing they're more than just teammates, it made my head spin. I sat on the edge of Charles bed and looked at them both standing in front of me.

"First of all, I'm sorry about... You know, everything, it's my fault too." Carlos said kneeling to look me in the eyes. "This man really do love you, he talks about you all the time." I smiled and looked at Charles that was blushing in silence. "Look, I know it's all too much to understand, but stay with me just a little bit longer." He took a deep breath and my eyes met his again. "Ok, I hope I don't sound weird. Before I went to Ferrari, I had this big interest in you, I daydreamed about asking you out, but when I went to Ferrari and I saw you and Charles, I tried to ignore it, but puta madre, this hijo de puta, managed to steal my heart like it wasn't a big deal. What I'm trying to say is that, if you want, and you can totally say no to it if you want, but if you want to know me a little more and..."

"He is asking you out." Charles said, Carlos looked at him and so did I.

"Yeah, I mean, yes, I am. Would be nice for us three, if us two were ok and I have a big crush on you anyway." I looked at Charles that had a little smile on his face, hopeful. This really went full circle didn't?

"This is a lot, you two know this right?" They nodded.

"Look, Hermosa, you don't have to say yes."

"I know, but if Charles loves you, I probably will too."

"So that's a yes?" I nodded, Carlos smiled and hugged me, Charles, happier than ever, jumped on us making us three fall on to the bed. Carlos protect me from their weight as Charles was still on top of us two.

"I really love you two." Charles eyes never looked so in love.

"We love you too." Carlos said chuckling.

"Carlos..." I called him and he looked at me without missing a beat. "You have beautiful eyes too." He smiled.

"Thank you." I know this will be a long way, but I know it is a way I want to go and now Charles don't have to lose anyone.

[little-mari-on-a-roof]

Frenglish differences in Miraculous - Episode 2

The Bubbler/Le Bulleur

This one's not really a difference, more of a double meaning that gets lost in translation: in French, the verb “buller” also means "to laze" and is a subtle reference to Nino's cool and laid back attitude (which is demonstrated more literally by him blowing bubbles during the episode).

Adrien, talking about his father

En: I'm pretty sure he was a downer back then too.

Fr: Je suis sûr qu'il a toujours été vieux jeu, même jeune.

I'm sure he's always been old fashioned (lit. "old game"), even when he was young.

I can't believed they missed out on Adrien making a hilarious joke!! And it actually would’ve been even funnier in English since “old fashioned” can be a reference to Gabriel’s job.

Chloé to Marinette

En: Out of the way.

Fr: Dégage, boulet.

Go away, boulet.

Here, “boulet” ("ball" as in "ball and chain" or cannonball) is a word used as an insult to qualify a person who is annoying or drags/weighs you down, like the ball attached to a prisoner's chain. Chloé uses that word very often when talking about Marinette in French.

Chloé

En: Happy birthday Adrien.

Fr: Bon anniversaire Adrichou chéri.

Happy birthday dearest Adrikins.

The nickname Chloé uses for Adrien in the French dub is over the top while she only says his name in English.

Chloé about the delivery men

En: Those slackers.

Fr: Les petites natures.

Lightweights. (lit. "Little natures.")

In French the emphasis is put on the workers being weak, when they're lazy in the English dub (it's just a linguistic difference here).

Alya, to Marinette

En: Don't be a pushover, literally.

Fr: Te laisse pas faire tu vaux mieux qu'elle.

Don't let yourself be pushed around, you're (worth) better than her.

Alya sounds more supportive in French.

Marinette talking to the house camera when leaving her gift at Adrien's house

En: [...] ... did I already say that?

Fr: [...] cadeauuu!!! pour Adrien.

giiiift!!!! for Adrien.

Just Marinette being awkward in slightly different ways (I didn't put the whole quote since the rest of it is pretty similar in both dubs).

Alya, to Marinette

En: Girl, girl, girl

Fr: Marinette, Marinette

I'm not translating that one for obvious reasons, but I noticed that whenever Alya calls Marinette "girl" in the English dub (not just now but also later in the episode), she actually says her name in French. It's not a big deal but I just thought it was interesting.

Nino leaving Adrien's house after being kicked out by Gabriel

Fr: Ouais c'est ça au revoir.

Yeah, right, goodbye.

The sentence was deleted in the English dub.

Adrien to Nino, about his father

En: It's just best to stay out of his way.

Fr: Vaut mieux faire ce qu'il dit, c'est plus simple.

It's best to do what he says, it's simpler.

I didn't really pay attention to this one back when I was taking notes of the differences but it hits different after the sentibeing reveal 🥲.

Hawkmoth

En: It won't be long before Ladybug and Cat Noir show up to meet their doom.

Fr: Ladybug et Chat Noir ne tarderont pas à se montrer pour leur dernière danse.

It won't be long before Ladybug and Chat Noir show up for their last dance.

One of Gabriel's many puns, since it refers to the party that the Bubbler is throwing thanks to his new powers.

The Bubbler after Ladybug changes the music that was playing

En: Dude, who just hijacked my mix?

Fr: C'est quoi ce truc ? Qui a osé remixer mon mix ?

What's that? Who dared remixing my mix?

I think "remix my mix" is very funny.

Ladybug, replying to him

En: Yours truly.

Fr: DJ Ladybug.

She <33.

At one point, ladybug calls the Bubbler "DJ bubulle", which is a way of making fun of him since “bubulle” is a cute word for bubble (bulle in French).

Hawkmoth

En: You can't run forever, Ladybug.

Fr: Tu ne tenvoleras pas éternellement, Ladybug.

You won't fly forever, Ladybug.

A little pun that got lost in translation.

Adrien to Nino about his awesome new scarf

En: Yeah. Can you believe my dad got this for me? It's so awesome. He's given me the same lame pen for three years in a row.

Fr: Ouais, j'arrive pas à croire que mon père aie fait ça pour moi, tu te rends compte ? D'habitude il oublie tout le temps le jour de mon anniversaire.

Yeah, I can't believe my father/dad did this for me. Do you realise? He usually always forgets my birthday.

I can't tell which one is sadder :')). Also, "mon père" can be translated as either father or dad so I left both since I think it would be more likely for him to say "father", but the official translation chose to have him say "dad".

[v-eee]

── jungkook x you

scenario: you and Jungkook used to be best friend until new female staff came into his workplace, Jieun. He has introduced you to her. Jungkook starts getting busy with his work and often cancel the usual food hunting night with you because he needs to work overtime with Jieun. You know Jieun doesn't like you because she has come to your cafe a few times and told you to stop texting Jungkook during his work hour. when you told him about that, he didn't believe you. Starting that day your friendship is not like it used to be.

— (vi)

(v)

You and Jungkook finally met up at a quiet café you both used to frequent. The moment you walked in and saw him waiting at a table, he stood up, giving you that same warm smile you hadn’t seen in weeks.

"Y/N," he greeted, "It’s so good to see you."

"Hey...," you said casually as you slid into the seat across from him.

"How was the trip?" he asked.

"It was good," you said, keeping your tone light.

Jungkook smiled then glancing down at the table as if he had more to say but wasn’t sure how to say it.

You noticed his hesitation, but instead of addressing it, you decided to lighten the mood. Pulling out a neatly wrapped package from your bag, you placed it in front of him with a grin.

"Happy belated birthday," you said with a smile.

Jungkook stared at the box, wide-eyed. "Wait, you got me something?"

"Of course I did. Just because I wasn't there doesn’t mean I forgot," you teased lightly. "Go ahead, open it."

When he opened the box, his eyes widened in shock. Inside was the camera lens he had been talking about for months.

"Y/N… this is—this is the lens I wanted," he stammered, lifting it out of the box like it was made of gold. "How did you even—"

"Of course I remembered," you said proudly, crossing your arms with a playful smirk. "I’m the best of the best friends, after all."

Jungkook looked at you, still stunned. "I can’t believe you got this for me. I didn’t even think you were paying attention when I mentioned it."

"Please..." you said, rolling your eyes. You've been ranting about this lens forever. I figured it was about time you had it." You waved it off like it was no big deal.

Jungkook laughed, but his expression softened as he set the lens down and looked at you. "Y/N… I've got to say, I'm sorry. For everything. The group chat, the way I didn't believe you about Jieun...I screwed up. And the fact that you still went out of your way to do something like this for me…"

You held up a hand, cutting him off. "Jungkook, seriously...it's fine. I’m not mad about it, okay? I didn’t take it to heart."

"But I feel like I—"

"Jungkook," you said firmly but with a small smile, "I mean it. Let’s not dwell on the past. What’s done is done. We're good, okay?"

He looks at you as if trying to read your mind.

"Don't look at me like that," you glare at him. "Now, come on. Show me what that fancy lens can do!"

The rest of the afternoon felt easy, like a weight had been lifted. You laughed, shared stories, and teased him like old times. As you left the café that evening, you felt proud of yourself. You’d faced Jungkook, given him his gift, and managed to keep things light and casual.

— — —

Your friendship with Jungkook back to like the old times.

You received an invitation to a formal dance ball hosted by your old college friends. You need to bring a plus one.

You used to go with Jungkook, so he assumed you’d take him. He hates ballroom dance, but it's fun to dance with you.\

"So, what time are we going?” Jungkook asked casually, leaning against the counter at your café.

You blinked at him. “What?”

"The ball," he said with a grin. "Obviously, I'm stuck with you."

You laughed. "Uh… actually, I'm going with Joon."

Jungkook's smile faltered. "Joon? Our Joon?"

"Yep," you said, nodding with a chuckle. "He’s never been to one before, so I thought it'd be fun."

“Oh… cool,” Jungkook said, forcing a smirk. "Yeah, he must be excited."

But it didn't excite him. Since when did you take someone else to events like this?

[onlyangel4]

charming you one promo at a time. drew mcintyre.

drew mcintyre x commentater reader

synopsis: you were supposed to call the action, not become the main event. as wwe’s newest commentator, you knew your voice would carry across arenas you just didn’t expect drew mcintyre to be hanging on your every word.

faceclaim: melissa roxburgh

y/ninsta

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y/ninsta: i am so excited to announce that dreams do come true. i have been commentating wrestling on the indie scene for 15 years and last week i got the call that wwe want ME. i'm still in shock but i'm so excited. i'll see you every friday

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tiffanywwe: i screamed when i realised you were doing fridays

y/ninsta: can't wait to see you!

chelseagreen: i loved working with you all those years ago, can't wait to work with you again

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user1: omg i'm so excited

user2: i'm so happy that someone with such passion for the sport got the job

y/ninsta posted a story

written: first day on the new job, pls be nice to me

week one on smackdown

the lights of smackdown beamed down as the crowd roared, and you adjusted the headset over your hair, smiling politely as wade barrett finished introducing you.

"joining me at ringside tonight, the voice of fight night’s future, the lovely and lethal" he smirked at you, "y/n"

you offered a confident nod to the camera, heart steady. "thanks, wade. happy to be here and ready to call it straight, no sugarcoating."

he gave a dry chuckle. "that’s what they all say."

you grinned. you were used to being underestimated, but you knew what you were doing. the energy of the arena, the rhythm of the matches, the pulse of the crowd, it all settled into your bones as if it had always belonged there.

you were in the middle of breaking down a fast-paced tag match when his entrance music hit.

the lights cut.

sword. fire.

and then drew mcintyre stepped out onto the ramp.

the crowd popped. you glanced up from your notes. one second.

that was all it took.

he saw you.

you weren’t even looking directly at him, just casually scanning the entrance like a pro but something in your presence must’ve hit him sideways. Because mid-stride, drew faltered. barely. just enough for wade to chuckle.

"well, would you look at that", he muttered into his mic. "the scottish psychopath seems. distracted."

you didn’t catch it until your monitor flashed back to his face and he was still looking your way.

you blinked. "think he’s making sure we’re paying attention" you said smoothly, recovering.

but wade wasn’t about to let it go. "oh, yeah of course" he spoke sarcasm lacing his words, shaking his head

the match began, and drew tore through his opponent like a man with a point to prove. focused. fierce. but between every grapple and slam, every smirk and side glance, it was clear, he kept looking at you.

and the camera kept catching it.

a smirk after a suplex. a wink after a pinfall escape. and then, when he finally hit the claymore and stood victorious, he looked right at the commentary table, tapped two fingers to his temple then to his heart.

directly. at. you.

the crowd howled. wade nearly spit his water out laughing away from the headset looking at you. " well that’s not in the script"

you tried to stay composed. "he’s… charismatic."

"charismatic" wade repeated. "that man’s trying to seduce you on live television."

later backstage, your phone was blowing up.

tweets. clips. screenshots of drew's stare.

"drew mcintyre saw one pretty woman in a headset and decided that was his entire personality now." "protect her. she’s flustered. he’s obsessed. i’m invested." "find someone who looks at you the way drew mcintyre looks at the new commentator."

you weren’t sure what was more intense, the look drew had given you, or the internet’s reaction to it.

but one thing was clear: your job was to call the action and in your first week you had just become part of it.

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week two on smackdown

drew won again.

the match was over. another claymore, another victory. drew stood tall in the centre of the ring, chest heaving, sweat glistening under the lights.

he grabbed a mic from the timekeeper, and the crowd quieted, they knew this part wasn’t scripted.

"every week, i step into this ring and leave a body behind. i’ve carried this brand, i’ve bled for it, i’ve earned everything i’ve got."

the audience roared in agreement.

drew turned toward the commentary table, toward you.

his voice dropped, and that cocky grin slid into place.

"but i’ve gotta admit it’s getting a lot easier to win when there’s someone worth impressing at ringside."

your brows lifted slightly. you weren’t sure if you were supposed to react, but you didn’t need to. the crowd screamed for you.

drew smirked, pointing his mic your way.

"so as long as you’re watching, sweetheart i’ll keep giving you a show."

he tossed the mic with a thud. the camera cut to you for a split-second. you sat frozen for half a beat, then blinked and quickly adjusted your notes like nothing happened.

too late. wade barrett leaned back in his chair, grinning like he’d just won the lottery.

"well, well, well. the drew mcintyre finally has a weakness."

you cleared your throat. "he’s just playing to the crowd."

"oh, he’s playing, alright", wade said. "but i don’t think it’s for the crowd"

you managed a steady voice. "let’s get back to the action"

but your cheeks were warm. and you knew the camera had caught it.

chelseagreen posted a close friends story

written: tell me how she has a better storyline than me and she isn't even wrestling

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week three on smackdown

drew stood in front of the backstage interview screen, freshly taped fists at his sides, shoulders squared. the camera had barely started rolling when damian priest stepped into frame.

the tension was immediate.

"let’s not pretend you were some noble champion" drew said, voice low and dangerous. "you were just holding onto my title until i decided that i was ready to take it. and then you lost it"

priest tilted his head, unimpressed. "you keep talking like you’re owed something, but the reality is"

his words trailed off.

you were walking through the hallway behind them. just passing through with a clipboard in hand, headset still around your neck, eyes down. you didn’t even notice them. but drew did.

he turned his head. mid-sentence. full-body shift.

"give me a second", he said, eyes tracking you like a laser.

you glanced up when you felt it, that stare. you locked eyes for a breath before continuing on like nothing happened.

drew smirked and looked back to the camera.

"now" he said smoothly, "what were you saying about reality?"

later that night, damian priest was in the ring for a singles match when drew’s music hit.

he didn’t even walk to the ring. he just strolled out onto the stage, arms folded, watching. the crowd booed but drew wasn’t looking at them.

he was looking at you.

wade noticed immediately.

"well, i’d say drew’s scouting his opponent, but he hasn’t looked at priest once."

you rolled your eyes, ignoring the butterflies. "he likes to make an entrance."

"he likes you", wade shot back.

as Priest glared up the ramp, drew raised an eyebrow, then turned, walking off.

but just before he disappeared backstage, he glanced back.

at you.

and smirked.

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fweek five on smackdown

another win.

drew stood in the ring, chest rising and falling, opponent flat on the mat behind him. the crowd was booing, but he looked smug, calm. In control.

as he exited the ring, he made a direct line for the commentary table.

you kept your eyes on your monitor. pretending not to notice.

he didn’t say anything.

just walked past slowly, then paused, hand resting on the back of your chair. not hard. just enough pressure for you to feel it. to know he was there.

and then he leaned in slightly.

close enough that the camera caught it. not close enough to break any rules.

then he walked away.

the camera cut back to ringside, and wade didn’t even try to play it cool.

"he’s not even being subtle anymore."

you didn’t look up. "i didn’t notice."

"he touched your chair."

"that’s not a crime, wade."

"it is when your voice just dropped a full octave."

you smiled, eyes still on your notes. drew’s match graphic was still on-screen, his win tally climbing.

you leaned just slightly toward your mic.

"he’s cute when he wins. i'll let him know if he ever loses."

the crowd erupted.

wade burst out laughing. "ohhh, there it is! i knew you had it in you!"

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week seven on smackdown

you were alone in the hallway, flipping through notes and checking your phone when you felt someone stop behind you. not close, but near enough to pull your attention.

"busy?" drew’s voice was quieter than usual. not the promo growl. something real.

you turned. "always."

he chuckled. "you didn’t let me know I was cute this week. thought maybe I was losing my touch."

you raised an eyebrow. "you didn’t win this week."

he smirked, but there was something behind it. something softer.

"fair. still." he paused, then looked down, rubbing the back of his neck. actually nervous.

"i’m heading out after the show. shitty diner coffee. you in?"

there was a long beat where neither of you said anything.

you tilted your head, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "i’ll think about it. you win next week and i’m in."

he grinned, full and warm. "deal."

and just like that, he walked away.

no camera. no crowd.

just you and him.

drew wasn’t on the card, but the cameras still panned to him watching priest’s match from backstage. wade caught the shot immediately.

"look who’s still hanging around backstage even without a match. can’t imagine why."

you rolled your eyes "he likes to keep an eye on the competition."

wade huffed shaking his head "mhm. Is that what we’re calling it now?"

"he’s got good instincts. knows when something’s worth sticking around for.”

"are you going to stick around. for him", he asked quirking a brow at you.

you just smiled, saying nothing, but knowing everything.

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week nine on smackdown

the camera caught you post-segment, headset off, leaning against a crate mid-laugh. drew stood in front of you, towering but easy, his arms folded, eyes fixed on you like nothing else existed.

he said something low, and you shook your head, smiling so hard you covered your mouth.

then the moment happened.

you folded your arms and shivered, the arena ac always hit harder post-match. without hesitation, drew shrugged off his entrance jacket and tossed it around your shoulders like it was muscle memory.

you blinked at him.

"i’m fine", you said automatically.

he gave a small shake of his head. "no, you’re not. Let me take care of it."

the camera panned back to the ring, but it didn’t matter.

the clip hit twitter within minutes.

wade started the minute you put your headset back on, still in drew’s jacket, sleeves far too long, your shoulders swimming in fabric.

"do you want to explain the jacket situation or should i call hr"

You rolled your eyes "i got cold."

"did you get cold, or did drew mcintyre lovingly drape his body heat over your shoulders like a protective scottish blanket?"

you, deadpanned, giving your best intimidating glare, "are you finished?"

"never. i've cleared my whole night for this."

y/ninsta posed a story

written: it's warm and smells nice. idk what all the fuss is about.

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week eleven on smackdown

y/ninsta posted a story

written: actually going out tonight. what do i wear

chelseaagreen replied to this story: go naked i bet he's love that

y/ninsta: i hate u

tiffanywwe replied to this story: nothing!

y/ninsta: chelsea just said the same thing. i hate u both

it was fancy enough to dress up. but not the kind of place with reservations or menus that needed translating. just a small corner table in a quiet restaurant. dimly lit and a little too intimate for "just friends."

you were laughing over something dumb on your phone, still wearing eyeliner from the show, and drew was watching you like he always did, like you were something soft in a world he usually fought.

you looked up. "what?"

he didn’t blink. "you ever notice how you glow when you’re not trying?"

you blinked at him, smile faltering just enough to feel your heartbeat in your ears.

"i saw you before i even met you", he said, voice lower now. no show, no performance. "you were standing at commentary, fixing your headset, not even on camera yet. and i just"

he exhaled, smiling like he couldn’t help it.

"i just knew. i thought, ‘that’s it. i’m done. that’s her.’ and i didn’t even know your name yet."

you didn’t know what to say. so you didn’t.

you just stared, breath caught in your throat, fingers tightening around your glass.

"i know i can be a lot", he said, softer now. "and i don’t blame you if this has been confusing. but i meant every look. every second i spent near you. and i didn’t say anything until now because i didn’t want to ruin it."

your voice barely made it out. "ruin what?"

drew’s eyes met yours, steady and unflinching.

"falling in love with you."

silence.

the weight of it settled between you — heavy, real, and finally spoken.

you reached across the table, hand finding his. warm. strong. familiar.

"good,", you said, "because i’ve been falling, too."

he leant over the table, pressing his lips to yours. in a way that said, this is just the beginning

drewmcintyrewwe posted a story tagging y/ninsta

written: i would lose every fight if it meant i got to keep you

[iwantmenicanthave]

OH MY GOD, IT'S HIM! OH, I'M GONNA DIE!

SYNOPSIS. when they meet their biggest fan… ( 2.2k )

౨ৎ —FEATURING. nagi, isagi, rin & bachira.

౨ৎ —CW.   reader is a typical fangirl.

౨ৎ —NOTE.   i had a dream where i was at a fan meet n’ greet and the girl in front of me passed out foaming at the mouth over meeting ego and that traumatized the writer's block out of me. takes place during the neo-egoist league.

SEISHIRO N.

you think you died, and your mother had to grab your soul and strap it back into your empty husk when you get an email from blue lock asking if you’d like to join nagi seishiro for a personal interview as his most dedicated fan.

your body must’ve still been weak, because when you finally came face to face with him (more like face to chest), your eyes went white and you slipped through his limp arms like sand, collapsing face-first onto the floor.

eventually, you got a grip on reality and were functioning well enough to start the interview. 

the bad part? his coach had to pick him up off his chair, shove the seat closer to you, and position him in the camera frame.

you would have been insulted if it weren’t for the fact that, if you held your breath long enough and inhaled slowly, you could catch hints of vanilla and detergent from his freshly washed clothes.

it didn’t exactly feel like an interview with the amount of food they shoved in your face (which was the only reason nagi agreed to it in the first place). the manshine forward didn’t even find the energy to lift his resin gaze from the food to answer your questions. 

you couldn’t tell if the person behind the camera was angrier at him or you for not cracking him yet. 

after thirty minutes, you had enough of the awkward interaction. this was your one chance to be face-to-face with nagi seishiro, and you were not about to let your legacy be limited to collapsing at the sight of him. you had to use your borderline stalker-level knowledge to your advantage. the flames of love and passion should steer your shared future.

you coughed into your hand to get his attention, only to be met with the sound of a wrapper being ripped open.

with a twitch of your eye you spoke, “nagi, you play a lot of games in your free time. do you have any recommendations?”

his mouth paused mid-chew, and with the fastest movement you’d seen from him all day, he grabbed a water bottle, took a few sips, and finally swallowed. 

“mmm… there’s this new one that came out, it’s a gacha. it’s pay-to-win, but if you get over that, the mechanics—”

by the end of the interview, he was talking at 1.75x speed and didn’t look as if he’d pick being in bed over spending time with you.

you even managed to snag his gamer id along with his number, even if it was just for the “share with a friend” rewards. but hey, being his “friend,” even if it was just for benefits, wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

hey, maybe if you weaseled your way into more of his games, you’d end up walking down the aisle for him, his purple-haired friend handing him a handkerchief to dry his watered eyes. after that, you’d have two kids and a maine coon named reo. right?

well, wishful thinking never hurt anyone in the past few thousand years it’s been around.

YOICHI I.

he looked more nervous than you to meet in person, a bashful shade of piggy pink coloring his cheeks.

the higher-ups either: a.) didn’t tell him you were the president of his fan club, b.) he was extremely good at hiding his distress, or c.) he was genuinely happy to have a fan.

luckily, you came prepared to win him over with a handmade card you’d poured your blood, sweat, and tears into, a hand-sewn, size-accurate lobster plushie with his jersey number and last name embroidered on the claw, and two gardenias, one for each of your hearts. the symbol of secret love.

did it take a lot of time and effort? yes. was it worth it? hell yes.

he held each gift as if they were a newborn baby. even the way he looked at them was so full of appreciation that it made up for weeks of bandaged fingers. he seemed more than grateful, thanking you at least three times per item.

after that, the day consisted of him teaching you the basics of football, how to kick, and dribble, all skills that were definitely useful in your mundane life. 

unfortunately, the most exciting part of the activity was how the rouge balls always managed to just barely graze your upper half whether that be your face, shoulders, or pride. 

but even with the mediocrity, he was still teaching you and you would never ever say that was unfortunate… only, it felt less like learning from one of blue lock’s top players and more like watching a youtube video. 

he only demonstrated what you were doing with stiff movement, then walked you through it by showing you his own body and confusing gestures that had you staring at him as if he was explaining quantum physics, “huh?”

it’s not that he was bad at explaining things (he was), but it was hard to follow when every time he looked you in the eyes, he’d instantly drop his gaze and start mumbling to the ball under his cleat. 

at the end of the day, you got a goodie bag of bastard münchen merch and had to lean over so your back could serve as a desk for isagi to sign your number 11 jersey in thick permanent marker.

but when kaiser entered his line of sight, isagi visibly grew antsy, side-eyeing him every few seconds as you talked. but that agitation morphed into something rabid when the blond said something in german you didn’t understand. 

isagi retaliated, spit flying at the forward as he smooshed your cheeks together with calloused fingers, pulling your face toward his chest. the next thing you knew, the marker was scratching battle scars onto your forehead like a man possessed.

you might’ve fainted if it weren’t for the grounding grip of isagi, who was too busy yelling at his teammate with enraged red cheeks to notice your fluttering eyes, slumped shoulders, jelly legs, and a sigh of pure ecstasy.

maybe you should invest in a face tattoo. perhaps today...

overall, it wasn’t an experience you’d recommend to anyone other than the president of his fan club. oh, teehee, guess only you can truly appreciate his presence in person.

RIN I.

writing ‘i will meet itoshi rin and we will get married’ one hundred times every day for the past month in your diary, listening to subliminals to sleep, and praying to god must’ve finally paid off because right now, you were personally being shown the daily schedule of blue lock’s very own itoshi rin.

the rest of pxg and the camera crew were just background noise. your eyes widened like a kid on christmas morning as you stared into his soul while he ate lunch, lips curved into a hazy smile.

the way he held his fork had so much poise. the mere shift of metal between his fingers exuded so much power that you forgot about the food sitting in front of you. he was kind, too, reminding you to eat a few minutes before he went off to train.

words caught in your throat, so you just stared at him wide-eyed for five solid seconds before giggling uncontrollably.

he was so considerate, you could swoon.

your face kept the same dopey smile the entire day. when he drank water. when he walked down the hall. when he breathed. he was truly a masterpiece, a body and face sculpted by an old master. you just knew his parents must high-five every time they looked at him and those eyelashes.

“oomph—” 

you walked straight into his back when he paused under the door of the workout rooms. he seemed to be deciding something before asking if you wanted to do yoga with him.

HE’S SO CONSIDERATE— you mentally wailed.

and that is how you ended up sweating buckets, face flushed from blood rushing to your head, and hands leaving wet prints on the mat every time you adjusted your form.

you would’ve thought he lied about “toning down his routine” for you if you hadn’t already memorized every pose he did, how long he held them, the names, the times he started—

the sound of his hands slapping against the mat jolted you back to reality. he was already in halasana or plow pose.

you let out a seething exhale through gritted teeth, praying to god, buddha, literally anyone out there that you wouldn’t fart or collapse. at least you did pilates daily just to prepare for meeting him. if not, you would’ve been dead thirty minutes ago.

this was supposed to be the time for you to ask him questions, opinions, and other such things with the calming exterior of yoga but at this rate, it was a battle to survive. your joints were burning and screaming for release from this hell.

he might’ve been “simplifying” his routine for you but that didn’t mean it was easy.

you managed to squeak out a few questions through pants: 

—do you see any of your teammates as friends? no. they're only there to assist him.

—do you have a rival in blue lock that motivates you to get up and train so early every morning? isagi yoichi. duh.

—is your dinner any good? no, not really. but he’s used to it by now. 

you really should’ve come up with more open-ended questions beforehand. 

and then, in the middle of shirshasana, you felt his hand grab your ankle to steady you as you wobbled.

“you can go back to child’s pose. you shouldn’t push yourself.”

“no,” you choked, gasping. “we’re the same age. ’m fine.”

he didn’t disagree, keeping to holding your ankle.

you could die happy now. not only did you spend the day with the itoshi rin, but he was touching your ankle. you were going to leave it unwashed for a month and take a photo of it for future worship. maybe even hold it when you feel lonely.

and while you were daydreaming in deep thought, your body gave out from lack of focus. your foot slapped rin’s face with an audible smack before you hit the mat like a sack of bricks. you stared at the ceiling, mouth agape, gasping for air. rin just stared at the wall, clearly trying to process what had just happened.

at least the social media manager got a good thumbnail at the expense of your dignity.

but forget that. the important thing was that you were never washing the foot that bore the sacred bacteria of itoshi rin’s face sweat.

MEGURU B.

when you first met him, you expected a fake smile masking his disgust, but instead, you were met with a running hug that lifted you off the ground as he twirled you in a circle.

you must’ve looked like a pervy old man with his young bimbo from how the rest of the team stared at your giddy face with contempt.

but how could they, so young and naive, possibly begin to comprehend the depth of your feelings? not even shakespeare could rival the scenarios you imagined before falling asleep. not even tchaikovsky could compose the proper symphony to match the way your heart raced whenever you saw his face.

it was a miracle none of the handmade sweets you slaved over last night got crushed when he hugged you. you even baked them fresh this morning to preserve that gooey, just-out-the-oven goodness. the aesthetic was ruined by the canned pineapple, but of course, that’s the first thing his eyes landed on and he devoured it like it was gourmet.

he even got the day off from training to show you around. his coach didn’t care if he missed practice, that was his problem, not lavinho’s (whatever that meant).

but of course, he turned it down so he could show off his skills to you instead as you clapped for every single trick or pass he did.

the delusional part of your brain said he was trying to seduce you like a bird performing a mating dance. the rational part of your brain said he was madly in love with you but had to express it through actions.

somehow, you weren’t being completely creepy and were able to bond on a strange wavelength. maybe that’s how you ended up with his actual address, so you could send each other letters when he eventually left blue lock.

apparently giving someone a gift and showing them genuine kindness goes a long way. groundbreaking. 

but when a bug-looking boy with a landing strip of green dye tried to talk to you he was met with a football to his head and a teasing bachira yelling at him that he has ‘plenty of time to talk to girls when he’s out of here.’

you simply said, “we can hang out sometime if you’d like,” and the peekaboo blond gave you every form of “contact” he had from his socials to his spotify and imdb page. 

you had to physically stop yourself from drooling and bouncing around like a rabid dog when he typed it all into your notes app. too bad for the poor bus driver who swiveled the vehicle when you randomly screamed on the way down from the blue lock prison. the man gave you a thirty-minute lecture on proper etiquette all the while you were giggling at the memory of bachira’s smile.

totally worth it.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Prematch

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Jessie Fleming x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: The prematch routine

One day, before a match at home, Morsa gets up early to go to the market. She takes you with her because she woke up to you staring at her from your spot in the middle of the Big Bed.

Magda's not even sure how you snuck in without her noticing but it's enough to get you dressed and out the door before you can wake Pernille.

The market only really happens once a month so Magda always makes time to visit as she picks up various items that she can hoard until the next time it comes around.

You get a bit distracted by the crochet bees at one of the stalls and she has to hold your hand tightly to pull you away to the stall with all the flowers.

"Good morning, Magda," The old woman behind the table says, dipping her head in greeting.

"Morning." Magda pokes around at a few of bouquets.

It's a little embarrassing, she thinks, that she's here so often that the woman running the stall knows her name.

"And who is this delightful little lady?"

Magda rests a hand on your shoulder proudly. "My daughter, y/n."

"Oh, she's beautiful," The lady says with a coo and your cheeks go a little red and you duck to hide behind Magda's legs. "What were you thinking of today?"

"Roses," Magda replies," Pernille's still in bed so we're going to surprise her."

"Wonderful choice."

The woman picks up several deep red roses and spins them together as you watch.

"Morsa," You say," Why are we getting flowers for Momma?"

"Well," Morsa replies," When we really like someone, we give them flowers to show our affection. I really love your Momma so I want to get her some flowers to remind her."

That makes you think for a moment, brow furrowed as you ponder. "Morsa," You say eventually," Do only girlfriends give each other flowers? Or do friends do it too?"

"You can give flowers to friends. We got sent a lot of flowers when you were born."

You don't remember that because you were very little then but you believe Morsa. You tug at her shirt.

"Can I give Jessie flowers? Because she's one of my bestest friends and I want her to know."

"Well, princesse-"

"Here you are, Magda."

Morsa has to stop talking to grab the flowers and pay.

You huff a little, scuffing your shoes in the dirt at the non-response.

"And for the little lady to give to her friend."

You look up to see the woman smiling down at you, holding a second bouquet of flowers to you.

"Thank you," You say as you take them.

"Now," The woman says," These flowers here are yellow roses and they mean friendship and happiness. The pink ones a tulips. Now pink tulips are for affection and good wishes. Perfect for a friend."

"Thank you," You say again, adjusting your grip so you're holding them more carefully.

"No need to pay for those ones," The woman waves off Morsa's attempts," You just make sure the little lady gives them to her friend."

You make Morsa walk carefully back to the house to make sure that Jessie's flowers don't get crumpled. You think that annoys her a little bit but she's very nice about it even if it means Momma's already awake when you get back.

She takes the flowers from Morsa and accepts the soft kisses she's given.

"These ones are for Jessie," You say when she asks," We have to be careful with them, okay? Because they're special flowers just for her."

"Okay, princesse," Momma laughs," We'll be careful."

You remind Morsa how careful she has to be in the car when she goes a bit faster than you'd like and then when she holds the flowers a bit too tight when Momma's helping you out.

The silly social media man is waiting outside for you.

You give him a weird look as he holds something out for you. You take it, turning it over in your hand.

"It's a camera," He says.

"Why?"

"Well, we thought it would be fun if the fans got to see everything from your view."

You lift the camera up to your eye for a moment before smooshing it towards the flowers. "I'm giving flowers to Jessie," You say," Because she's my friend." You look at the social media man. "Like that?"

He nods with a laugh. "The others are out on the pitch if you want to join them."

You look at Momma and Morsa.

"Go on," Momma says.

You scamper off with your flowers and the camera.

"Niamh!" You exclaim when you fast walk down the tunnel and spot the older girl.

She's walking with Zećira and they both turn to look at you. You're not quite running because you don't want to ruin the flowers but you're moving quickly.

"What's that you've got there?" Niamh asks.

"A camera," You say, turning it so it can capture Niamh and Zećira.

Zećira laughs. "I think she means the flowers."

"Oh! They're for Jessie! Morsa got Momma flowers at the market this morning so I got some for Jessie."

Niamh's laughing now too and she leans down to look into the camera.

"Well, as you can all see, love is in the air at Chelsea."

That makes you frown. "What does that mean? Momma and Morsa are still inside."

"Don't worry about it. Here, I'll take the camera and then everyone can see Jessie getting her flowers."

"Okay!"

You move a bit quicker now that you can use both hands to hold your gift safely. Jessie's a little bit up ahead with her headphones in and you reach to tug her hand.

She smiles down at you and gives you a hug.

"Those are pretty flowers. Did Magda and Pernille get them for you?"

You shake your head. "I got them for you." You puff out your chest. "The market lady said they're for friendship and affection. We're friends and we hug. Hugging is affection, Momma says so."

You lift the flowers up to her.

Jessie looks a little caught of guard and you can hear snickering from Niamh and Zećira behind you. You don't pay them any attention though as Jessie takes the flowers and gives you a little kiss on the cheek.

You take one of her hands and receive the camera back in your other one.

Instantly, you're back to talking to it.

"You have to walk the pitch to make sure it's good," You say," But Niamh is always very silly. My Morsa says she only comes out here to socialise and so she can avoid being told what to do."

"Hey!"

[leafostuff]

Off*Iz - Camera shy [Ft. Ex-Iz*one]

Tags: Smut, Secretary!Nako, Boss!MReader Sex in Secret, Handjob, Thigh worshiping, Anal

Author's Note: thanks for @iznsfw for beta reading and of course making the Off*iz, I'm honoured to be the first fic of the collab, another thanks goes to @octoberautumnbox for beta reading as well.

hope yall enjoy a quickie for the girl that made my debut smut

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"God, I hate picture day."

It wasn't hard to hear Nako's attitude through her words, looking toward the camera while the photographer instructed her to smile. Even though she smiled a modest yet cheerful smile, you could see it in her eyes that she couldn't wait for this to be over.

A loud snap comes from the camera.

"Oh come Nako, it's not that bad, isn't this better than sitting around on our computer, writing some random numbers?" you said while Nako was getting out of the frame and heading toward you. As you handed her the purse, thanking you quietly as she takes it

"Yeah, until I have to see Ms. Diva here posing to the camera" .

You looked behind her and saw Jang Wonyoung. Her face is made for the camera lights, no wonder she got that modeling gig last year for some prestigious makeup company. It took only 10 seconds for her manager to cough loudly, signaling Wonyoung to remember where she was and remain professional.

"Oh come on. She’s young, let her live like she doesn't have to pay rent this month." It didn't seem to raise your secretary's mood as she simply rolled her eyes and took her phone out of the purse., "And honestly, don't underplay yourself. You are not so bad looking compared to her," you awkwardly said, trying to remain as professional as possible with this sentence.

Her gaze leaves her phone, "Not so bad looking?"

"Do you want me to sound like a weirdo calling you pretty?" you rhetorically asked as the both of you giggled lightly at your joke. It’s the first smile you saw from her ever since this morning.

"Joking aside Nako: you are pretty, even very pretty if I do say so myself," you added. Taking a second look at Wonyoung, you notice her manager looking disappointed in her behaviour.

"Sometimes beauty is best when only one person can admire it."

Nako couldn’t help but lightly blush at your sweet words. For a moment, the atmosphere was pure. Both of you couldn’t help but smile at each other, however...

"You know, I have a lot of data that I need to show you from this morning."

You couldn’t help but raise your eyes a bit from Nako's words as her mouth formed a devilish grin. Instead of her right hand returning her phone to the purse, it rested itself on her waist, her eyes locked themselves on yours.

"From that early? Why didn't you tell me before?" you asked, matching her grin.

As the boss of the Data analytics department in Off*iz inc, it was important that your secretary would share with you the day’s early morning data. You both knew that with how close you two were standing in front of each other (while still keeping a professional distance from each other), the way you smiled at each other—you two look at very different data from the other employees

"I didn't have time, morning was so hectic, and now the photoshoot was happening so this is the soonest chance I got," she explained.

"Besides, maybe showing you today's data can help me... de-stress after the photoshoot~"

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Professionalism was something essential for the work environment. It can help everyone stay focused on the main goal, devise a strategy together and help anyone be happy in the workplace. However in some cases, some very niche cases, professionalism takes the back seat.

Case in point? You right now, making out with your own secretary in the printing room, the only room . It was hard to not say “fuck professionalism” when your hands glided across Nako's soft flesh, from her round cheeks to her toned back, all the way to her plump butt which you had the opportunity to squeeze. It caused her to moan quietly from your kiss, all the way to her milky thighs.

You felt Nako's weight pressing on you as she straddled your lap, her lips still not leaving yours. However her hands did find themselves on your slacks, unbuttoning them as fast she could.

During her attempt to take off your slacks you have free access to her neck, leaving small, invisible marks.

"You put on that cologne I suggested to you the other day," she said. sniffing around your neck. "I'm already wet just smelling it," she purred.

Your hands were not idle as they ripped off Nako's shirt, letting you see her small, petite chest covered in a black lacy bra.

A couple of forgotten pieces of clothing later, the both of you were naked, Nako was irresistably drawn to your already hard cock. Her body and soul started to fill with joy, and from what it seemed she wasnt the only one

“Let me help.” a flirty wink as Her small hand attempted to cup around your base, rubbing it up and down. You couldn’t help but moan at her soft touch.

"Fuck yes Nako, just like that, it feels...ngh so good."

Nako's smile got bigger seeing small drops of your fluids leaking out of your cock. Her pace sped up with each passing second, forcing your hands to clench her shoulders, holding on to dear life. Eventually your orgasm came, spilling out strings of cum all over her thighs.

"On my thighs again?" she asked.

"It's not my fault that your thighs are so damn thick, I didn't lie when i said you are very pretty." You lean forward, letting your hand attach themselves to her thighs like magnets. While giving them a loving squeeze, your lips go to the back of her neck, causing her to quietly gasp. "Especially,” you add, “down there."

"Oh really?" she asks, turning herself back to you as once again she gets into your lap, spreading her thighs as wide as she can. "Tell me how."

"How can I even begin," you ask as you lower your head, giving her outer right thigh a kiss. "As I said before, they are very thick, they might as well be a choking hazard," you tease.

"Oh wow, I'm flattered," she replies, and you can hear the happiness in her voice., She gently pushes your head down, forcing you to kiss her right thigh again, this time closer to her sacred area. "What else? And not so loud, I don't want to get caught."

"Well they are also... soft, and creamy, I bet a lap pillow from them will send me to heaven," you add, but not before moving yourself to her left thigh, now licking it instead of just giving pecks.

"Okay, I’ll make note of that when we go on dates that don't include us hiding in the printing room and fucking each other." The sarcasm in her voice rings clear as you know you can't meet outside; one wrong step can cause a huge dating scandal and get you both fired immediately.

"Oh come on, I know you like it, the thrill of possibly getting caught by our own coworkers. You want this as much as I do." You decide to tease her by kissing her pussy, earning you a melody of stifled moans. If she wasn't such an excellent secretary you would've sent her to an idol company.

"What can I say, I'm a bit camera shy," she replies, now letting your head rise from her thighs. Nako brings you to face her hardened nipples. "Anything else?"

"Well I bet they can be great handles for when I fuck you in the ass." You push your limits, and as expected Nako seems to be taken aback by your words., However, she gains her composure, and flashes you a smile.

"Hmm... interesting claim, you want to test it?" You are taken by surprise as Nako turns herself 180 degrees in your lap, her back completely exposed and her ass in full volume. "Well? what are you waiting fo- OH FUCK!"

Poor Nako did not have time to finish her sentence as your primal urges took over, gripping each of her thighs and pushing your cock inside her ass, deep enough to make Nako almost shout her moans.

"Quiet down, you don't want people to hear you right?" More pumps from your cock go deep into her asshole, and moans come out of her mouth in various pitches and lengths. Your hands remain on her thighs as you tease her "Well I guess I was right about that one".

"Shut up and fill my ass already! I need it so bad inside me…" Such profanities coming from a girl that looked pure and precious when you first met her. Just starting out in Off*iz inc you were already fond of her, and from how you ended up now, it seems she’s fond of you too.

"Fuck Nako, I am so close, your ass is so god damn tight," you say between pumps.Nako brings herself closer to you, taking your dick inside her ass even deeper than before, while the both of you became a moaning mess.

"Please just cum inside my ass, make me feel even better than I already am," she says,her tone is beggijg , even without seeing her face directly you can feel how lewd her expression when suddenly...

*Snap*

"What the- FUCKKKKKK!" Amidst her confusion, you finally released all of your load inside of her ass., She collapsed onto your chest, both of you sighing in relief and staying like that for a minute or two, just kissing each other calmly and sweetly. As you look at your phone and can't help yourself but chuckle.

"What's so funny?" she asks. Instead of saying anything, you flip around your phone to show what you are looking at: a picture of Nako with the lewdest of faces while you were fucking her ass.

"Well I guess when I fuck you in the ass you aren't so camera shy are you?" She delivers a small hit to your chest, her cheeks now red from embarrassment

"Whatever, let's get out of here," she says as she pulls herself off your lap. It takes just a few minutes before you’re both fully clothed and free of any leftover marks on you. Without any suspicion, you manage to leave the printing room quietly.

"Gotta say, for a first time getting fucked in the ass, it didnt end up too bad," Nako says as you both walk toward your office. “I might ask you to look over some ‘Data’ more often"

You finally reach your office and pull open the door.

"Well Nako, we should now focus-"

"On your work? Thought so as well." An unexpected voice comes out from your office and both you and your secretary draw your attention to its source. your own chair is occupied by a blonde girl, one that both of you know very well.

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I finished writing it in a day (22/3/24), lost all of the text once and managed to recover it by memory alone, but yeah I had a lot of fun writing this fic, hope that the Off*iz Series will succeed as much as I want it to succeed

Have a rest of a good day leafies