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Madden 24 Top 10 Defensive Linemen ratings.

Madden 24 release date is August 15, 2023.

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[ramp-it-up]

Good Morning

Summary: You leave bed before Bucky can say good morning.

Word count: 1.8 K

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This drabble is in the Knock You Down AU, and is the answer to this ask. Please let me know how you feel by commenting, reblogging, and interacting. 😉

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut! Frumoasă is pregnant, Bucky is feral. Not Beta'd. All errors my own.

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If Bucky could mainline you straight to his veins, he would. He woke up feening and alone.

The moment he stepped into his en suite that morning, which was your bathroom now too, a primal pull drew him on a string to you. 

You were standing at the mirror trying to tame your hair in just white cotton panties and Bucky’s dress shirt from the day before, partly for use as a robe, but mostly for his smell.

At the sight of you in his shirt, diamond on your finger, pregnant with his child, something in his chest tightened. 

Mine he thought.

You tried to focus on fixing your hair, but the weight of his gaze on you in the mirror was distracting as hell. There were a few other things that had changed about you in the last few weeks: your appetite, your energy level, but the best and the worst was your sex drive.

“You’re staring again,” you murmured, meeting his gaze in the mirror and trying to pretend you didn’t want him to slut you out. 

“Sorry,” offered Bucky, who was leaning on the wall behind you, smirking and probably reading your mind. 

He was definitely not sorry.

“Can’t help it, Frumoasă.”

You raised an eyebrow at him over your shoulder at his cracked voice.

“You can’t?”

You destroyed him with a look. He couldn’t take how beautiful you were. You standing there, no makeup, all that hair, his white shirt and panties. He never knew that Jockey that made lingerie to turn him on, but here you were.

And Bucky was so weak for you.

“No. I can’t. You’re too beautiful.”

But the way he was looking at you, eyes burning you, that tongue peeking out of his mouth as if recalling your taste on his lips; it made you shiver. 

Bucky strode toward you, so gotdamn handsome in the mirror that you didn’t want to turn around and see the real thing.

He was clad only in low slung grey sweatpants, the bulge in them growing by the second, his abs standing out, his tiny nipples erect. The medal on his golden skin gleamed and you longed to bite it between your teeth as he stroked his thick cock inside you.

Bucky Barnes’ blue gaze had you in a chokehold.

Fuck, you wished he would choke you while he fucked you hard, but he stopped with the breath play the moment he found out you were pregnant.

Your eyes glazed over and your mouth dropped open in a small pant as your pussy clenched down on nothing, thinking of how Bucky handled you on his cock.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Frumoasă?” Bucky teased, eyes locked on you when you turned your dreamy eyes on him. 

You pretended you didn’t notice and refocused on arranging your curls. The sharp points of your breasts under his shirt might have been a clue however, and if he could see between your legs, he might have ascertained a wet spot. 

Bucky’s voice was low and rough around the edges as he moved closer to you, watching as you as your fingers pulled through your hair again, your arms akimbo and offering the perfect view of your body.

He also didn’t miss the smile that played on your lips after what he asked. He knew what you were thinking.

Your hands fell from your thick hair to your hips and your eyes zeroed in on his bulge.

“My eyes are up here, Baby.”

Bucky’s firm hands were sliding over your hips now, pulling you back against him. His lips brushed your shoulder. 

Slow. Lazy. Possessive.

His hands moved to your belly, his fingers spreading possessively over the softness there. There was only the slightest change, but Bucky noticed everything. His breath moved over your neck and made you shiver as he kept eye contact in the mirror.

“Bucky… got to get ready,” you murmured, trying to ignore the way his fingers smoothed down the curve of your waist. 

“Not yet…” 

A hand slid under the hem of the shirt. You inhaled shakily. 

“I woke up, and you weren’t in bed.” 

His voice was low, rough, and thick with desire. 

You swallowed hard. 

“Because I was getting ready to—“

 “You’re supposed to be in my arms,” he interrupted.

His words sent heat through your body as his hands tightened on your hips. And you felt him, hard, ready, and pressing against you from behind. 

You gripped the vanity with trembling fingers. He chuckled, his hips pressing into you. 

“You’re wearing my shirt, looking like this, carrying my baby. You’re killing me,” he looked up at you in the mirror those blue eyes destroying your soul.

“You know that right? You drive me crazy,” he murmured, voice thick with need as his hands glided higher over your ribs, fingertips tracing the sensitive skin beneath your breasts. 

You gasped, body weak against the hard planes of his torso and Bucky groaned, his large hands extending and gripping your nipples gently. He rolled them lightly, his hands working under his shirt, and a moan escaped you. 

“Fuck, you’re sensitive, aren’t you?” 

You didn’t have time to respond before he spun you around, lifted you on top of the counter, and stepped between your legs. Bucky’s hands slid up your thighs, pushing them wider. 

And just like that, going out was forgotten because Bucky was between your legs, his long, hard cock pressing against your melting pussy, kissing you like he was starving. His palms were hot on your skin, fingers gripping, claiming, and dragging you closer. 

You gasped into his mouth, and he deepened the hot, slow, and delicious kiss like you two had all the time in the world. 

Like he wanted to devour you.

“Bucky, Baby—” 

You barely got his name out before his fingers tightened, and suddenly your back was pressed to the mirror, legs wrapped around his waist, body caged in by his. He grabbed the hem of the shirt and yanked it open, baring your skin to his. 

You shivered at the way his eyes darkened as they swept over you, hunger rolling off him.

“Shoulda stayed in bed, baby,” he murmured, trailing his lips down your neck and his hands spreading you wider. 

“I was going to meet Peach for brunch,” you whimpered. 

In the back of your mind, you were certain that this was a plan between him and Steve to keep you both in the house after what happened in Atlanta after New Years. 

Bucky chuckled, his breath hot against your skin and his teeth grazing your collarbone. 

“I’m sure she’s busy as well.” 

You shook your head and smirked as his mouth moved lower, dragging down your stomach, over your hip, until he was kneeling between your legs.

“Can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed, his voice dropping into a rough whisper as he looked up at you with those baby blues.

“About this body. About what we made together. About how deep a part of me lives inside you.”

His hand drifted over your stomach, then slid down to the waistband of your panties, teasing.

Your breath hitched, “Bucky!” 

His palmed your clit and slipped three fingers along the cut of you, playing in your slick, teasing. 

“So fucking wet. Here, taste.”

And he inserted his wet fingers into your mouth. Your eyes closed as you sucked yourself off of him, but they flew open when you felt something sharp and cold against your skin. 

Bucky had picked up your hair shears from the vanity and was using them to cut your panties off.

“James!”

Bucky outright laughed as you moved your mouth and prepared to gripe at him, until he got on his knees. He settled between your legs, pushing between them with his shoulders and stared at you.

You were glistening, slick and swollen, your body so fucking ready for him. 

He dragged his wet fingers through your folds, pressing just enough to make your breath catch, just enough to make your hips jerk up.

You were desperate for more. 

“Look at you,” he murmured, watching you fall apart. 

You whimpered, your thighs trembling around his shoulders. He slid a finger inside you, slow and deep, watching as you gasped, your body clenching around him. 

“So tight. So fucking perfect.” 

Bucky added another, stretching, preparing, feeling your pussy adjust to him. 

You moaned, arched, writhed, and it was the most beautiful fucking thing Bucky had ever seen. 

He leaned forward and dragged his tongue through your slick heat, tasting, devouring, and feeling your body tremble under his grip. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling, gripping, and begging for more.

“Please, Bucky, please!!!”

Your fiancé smirked into your pussy. 

“Impatient?”

You whimpered, your hips jerking as he held you down, licking slowly, deeply, watching you come undone.

“You’re perfect like this,” he mumbled into your cunt.

At this point, you were shaking and gasping. Bucky didn’t stop until you were arching off the vanity, crying out his name, legs shaking around his head as you came.

He wiped his mouth as he watched you come down and trying to close your legs although he still had one thigh in his grip.

Your drooping eyes widened as he lowered the waistband of his sweats, pulled you forward by your hip, and lined himself up.

“Need more. Need to be inside you.” 

“Please!”

It was an over stimulated plea, but it died on your lips in a moan. Bucky held your gaze as he pushed inside your wet, hot pussy.

“Tight,” he gritted through clenched teeth. “Fucking perfect.”

Your fingers clenched his shoulders and you let out a breathy moan, making him almost lose it right there. Bucky sunk deeper, feeling your body stretch to accommodate him.

“That’s it, mama. Take every fucking inch of my fat cock.”

He groaned, burying himself to the hilt, feeling you tighten and pulse around him, sucking him in deeper. 

Bucky pulled back and thrusted back hard, watching the way you face twisted in pleasure.

“Mine.”

He said it aloud this time. 

Bucky gripped your hips, pinning you down, fucking you slow and deep. He gripped your jaw and forced you to look at him.

“Eyes on me.”

His voice was rough and demanding.

“That’s it. Take me. Take all of this cock.”

Your nails dragged down his back until you were too weak to hold on, your body shuddering from wave after wave of pleasure, which spiked when the splashes of his hot cum hit the convulsing walls of your cunt.

Bucky held you tight and kissed the top of your head.

“You don’t leave the bed without saying good morning.”

“Yes, Sir. Good morning, Sir.”

“Smartass. Let’s teach it a lesson.”

You thought Bucky Barnes was done.

But when you slid down to your feet, he turned you around and bent you over the sink. You felt his cock get hard again and press against your bottom.

You gasped.

“James!”

“You’re gonna be a little late for brunch, Frumoasă.”

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Your Baby Daddy Ain’t a DJ - [Series Intro]

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♥ pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

♥ synopsis: you didn't think twice about the dj you hooked up with until you found out you were pregnant. turns out the man wasn't just some dj but a famous formula 1 driver.

♥ smau + some written - none of the pictures are mine

♥ warnings: swearing !!!

♥ a/n: tbh this specific type of trope is not my preferred cup of tea to write but that one childish gambino lyric I based the title off of was just so lando coded and I couldn't resist lol

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"What the fuck do dj's actually do?" your sister asked.

You covered your face with your hands prompting the two of them to feel even more sympathetic.

"Hey," your sister said, sitting next to you on the couch and putting one of her hands on your shoulder. "It's going to be okay, okay?"

"Mija," your mom joined you two on the cushions. "We will always be there for you."

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end notes: here's the intro/teaser to this little series. I'm so excited to kick it off!

[leafyln4]

DJ!Lando who eats you out like you're a damn candy.

DJ!Lando who makes you stay between him and the console, grinding on you the whole party.

DJ!Lando who brings you to his studio and just fucks the shit out of you.

DJ!Lando who makes sure to record every single one of your moans.

DJ!Lando who uses said moans in his songs, unknowingly to you.

DJ!Lando who is a rough dom but, as soon as you call him a "good boy", he folds completely.

DJ!Lando who wants to have a threesome with you and one of his friends.

DJ!Lando who lets Oscar and Max fuck you in his studio just so he could get all of the moans to his forbidden collection. <3

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15/10/2023 week 6 Vs Seahawks Arrivals

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the secret to gojo's glossy shiny lips is pussy juice. this man is the walking ambassador of cunnilingus. a munch through and through. he eats pussy slow, taking time to soak in the taste of each time he laps your pussy. he spits gently, watching the blob of saliva roll down from your clit to slowly disappear in your hole that he spent the past fifteen minutes stretching with his long fingers. he loves the way your body shivers each time he does that. loves the way a desperate plea in the form of moan leaves your lips. he keeps your flaps open with his thumb and pointer because this man likes to watch the muscles of your pretty cunt move, shudder and yearn for more. and he will give you more. he's just making your pussy beg for it because that's what satoru wants. and what gojo satoru wants, he always gets.

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─ .✦ Our Spinning Souls ─ .✦

Pairings: DJ!Yelena Belova x Virgin Female!Reader

Summary: Your first ever nightclub experience, you'd always been pre-warned would be one to remember. As Kate and Carol dragged you along, you lost yourself in the intoxicating primal of need for beats and music. That's when you saw the introduction of the DJ. Her fingers touching the records with an intoxicating sight. Until, Yelena saw you and changed her the direction of her records entirely.

Warnings: 18+, Semi-Public Sex, Partial Bathroom Sex, Fingering, Bondage/Tied-Up, Car Sex, Reader & Yelena fuck to music, Dumbification, Virginity loss, Slight Daddy kink, Spanking, Implied Exhibitionism, Slightly Innocent!Reader

Word Count: 4K

AN: A birthday present for the birthday girl! I won't write you an essay {on here anyway..} Instead I want you to enjoy this fic, as much as I did writing it for you. 💋 Happy early birthday to the little bear. I'll be sending you a lovely long ass essay the moment it turns midnight for you, for now I hope this suffices! Sending you much love, because you absolutely deserve this so much! ⋆𖦹.✧˚ @yelenasdiary

The moment the car pulled up to the nightclub, anxiety began to fill your lungs. It wasn't particularly your original idea in the first place. Instead Kate and Carol persisted you'd tag along with them, in your own stupid concept. Unfortunately you'd admitted to them that you had never stepped foot in a nightclub. It wasn't necessarily that you were opposed to the idea, just merely never sought it out. Instead a quiet night in, with a large glass of wine or perhaps a whiskey on the rocks suited you just fine.

"I still don't find this an appealing idea," You chided towards Carol's direction.

The blonde's eyes drifted towards your direction, completely unfazed by your urge to want to back out from this night out. Carol was often seen as a rather intense style of person, broad minded, yet had an aura around her that drew most of the attention to herself wherever she went. Yourself and Kate often teased her upon this, laughing as women tended to flitter towards the blonde, while a tight-lip smile remained painted upon Carol's lips.

"You'll never know if you don't try. Besides you promised for your birthday you'd do something adventurous, didn't you?" She stated pointedly and you only rolled your eyes.

It was true, you had indeed clarified to both Kate and Carol you'd step out of the comforts of your home. Embracing what those your age did and venture into unknown territory. Unfortunately, Carol had you corned with that statement as much as it pained to admit you that it was true. However, it didn't stop your teeth chattering in fear, even as you tried to clamp your jaw shut to prevent it.

Carol and Kate were dressed up to the nine's, their suit's curving around their bodies so well. You'd almost envied in a way their taste in clothes and how they seemed to pull anything off. You'd once joked to Kate about that, that she and Carol could wear a trash bag and most likely still look like they were wearing Diamond jewels. She was more your shy type, especially when you'd first encountered the brunette.

A little clumsy and chaotic, but the personality of a golden retriever and that had drawn your friendship closer to extreme ends. Carol being Carol, was the glue that held you all together. Their suits were as crisp as a new banknote, clutching to their skin tailored well to their liking. Yourself on the other hand, went with something more your style. It was a casual look, a button up shirt followed by grey pants and your hair you'd allowed to stay down, flowing past your shoulders for a rare occasion.

The two women guided you through the bustling crowds of one of the most renowned city clubs. The entrance of the club, almost took your breath away, snatching it almost like a gust of wind and flown past you. Similar to almost like someone walking without a delicacy over your grave, drawing you into the shadows.

Neon-Lights glistened from the outside of the building, almost blinding you for a sheer moment. A small grimace appeared on your face as you shuffled inside with Carol and Kate who merely chuckled, shaking their heads at you. A small huff left your lips, before a tiny sigh of relief at the prospect of finally being able to relax, or what you wished to do anyway. In reality, you had a feeling deep down nether of the other two women were even close to allowing you to do so.

Instead, they guided you through the gathering crowds of the club, laughing with each other as they did so. You took some deep breaths trying to control your rising anxiety and followed them both. Clutching onto your bag in one hand and grasping on tightly to Kate with your other, you felt them guide you weaving your bodies in and out until all three of you reached the bar.

"What do you think so far?" Kate's voice bellowed over the loud music of the nightclub.

A mere hum escaped your lips as you basked in your surroundings. Now you were stood still at the bar you could finally take a decent look around at what the four walls you were enclosed in had to offer. The lights flashed in a ray of different colours and shades, each lighting up someone different alike someone's soul being lit aflame. The nightclub itself was a heartbeat on loudspeaker, as if we were invited to become one in that heavenly vibe. For a simple moment you were rather taken aback by the atmosphere that seemed to dance around you in an epiphany of joy. Your eyes glistening with an intense energy and instinctively allowed your body to move with the music.

Apart of you felt an adrenaline rush, about whether this was the correct thing to be participating in at all. You'd always been the kind of person to stay in when others went out on a night out of fun and laughter. The warmth of your apartment, nestled and tangled under bedsheets or your blankets in your sitting room. That had always been a more appealing aspect towards you than sipping on cocktails and indulging in chaotic activities that people your age seemed to thrive on.

However, Kate and Carol chided at you, insisting you couldn't stay locked away forever, perhaps not being a child under your mother's wing. That you couldn't dance around in a field of mindless and endless wonders, always seeking possibilities but never perusing them. Of course, if you truly stood your ground they wouldn't force you into an uncomfortable nature or position you didn't wish to be in. Yet, losing a bet with them only a few nights prior on gaming evening meant that you had allowed yourself to be convinced this would be a good birthday present for yourself and to become to enjoy it.

The air smelt so much of blood sweat and tears, the smoke driving the fuel into everyone's body, an ignition lighting up the atmospheric feel as a whole. Your eyes glanced over to Carol who was whispering something to Kate and glanced back over towards you. Their grins turned into an almost Cheshire like Cat one, one that perhaps set your stomach on edge and churning to no ends.

"How about a martini?" Carol questioned you, nodding over to the bartender.

A small hum escaped past your lips as you thought at the question in hand. Eventually you found yourself nodding in agreement, wanting to try new things and feeling like that would be a good start. Observing silently, you watched as bartender whisked up the martini with her skilful manner. The way she moved so quickly, made it clear she'd had a few years minimum worth of experience in this department. She barely stopped until the drink was placed in front of you, the contents of the drink beginning to look more appealing each second that you eyed it and glanced upon it.

Lifting it up to your plump lips, you found yourself taking small sips of it and surprisingly it wasn't a bad taste. In reality, it was the mere opposite almost captivating in a way, drawing you into desiring and craving more. Eventually all three of you found your bodies shifting to the dance floor, like you weren't in control anymore. Of course you were, you'd only had a few sips of the cocktail, but the feeling of the nightclub had begun to take control of you.

The music blasting louder in your ears like a repetitive drum, intruding in on your inner thoughts. Usually, according to your two best friends, the nightclub was rainbow lights and the sort of beats that revved up the soul. It was apparent to you in these moments of your first ever night of letting loose, it was no exception nor lie now ether.

"So do you regret coming out with us?" Carol urged to you, raising an eyebrow at you.

A small laugh that was almost like a giggle that escaped your lips, drew their attention. Their eyes lit up with joy at the sight of you seemingly enjoying yourself, for once as your body moved with a rhythm and a gentleness towards the music blasting around you.

"Not at all, it's actually rather enjoyable, as much as I hate to admit you're right," you teased back earning you some cheers back from the other two.

"Oh also, there's apparently a DJ on in a few minutes?" Kate stated looking down at something on her phone to which you presumed was the schedule lineup for the night.

Your head moved up so fast, you'd almost given yourself whiplash in the process. You weren't aware of any DJ being announced on that night. Then again, it wasn't like Kate and Carol to be the most informative people towards you. Especially on your first night out, instead they wished for everything in their words to be a first time experience.

"DJ?" You asked, voice laced with curiosity.

"Yes she's supposedly really good. They've had her perform before a few times, me and Kate haven't ever seen her as of yet though," Carol responded with a shrug before taking a large gulp of her drink.

She? That was the first thought you'd ever remembered. The last time you'd interacted with that of a DJ that was female it was your ex-situationship's (ish) sister. Even then, that was only a brief encounter. You remembered the blonde well that evening, you'd scarcely even interacted with her, barely catching a fleeting glimpse before your ex situation whisked you away. Yet, the blonde's gaze still lingered on you, you'd felt it through the back of your head. That was all you'd ever seen of her, drawn in a way to someone you didn't know.

"So who's the-" Before you could finish your lingering thoughts an announcement came over the speakers drawing the crowds attention instantly.

"For one night this week, we introduce the DJ many of you are all too well familiar with. We wish for the extra cheers tonight, as we will lose her for a while, since she's heading on a break," Mumbles of disappointment echoed through the crowd and a small hum of curiosity left your own lips.

"Now, put your hands together for, Yelena Belova!" The man's voice recited over the speaker erupting an enormous amount of cheers throughout the crowds.

The neon-lights changed to illuminate a pink hightened colour, one that flickered and reflected off everyone's face instantaneously. Shouts and applause echoed from all around you before the music began to start and your body instantly began to shift with the beats of the song. Feet moving with a sharper tone and rhythm you'd buried deep inside you, earning some cheers of your own from Kate and Carol who'd joined in with you.

Their own excitement to the DJ's choice of music, yet something was niggling within the depths of your mind. Something felt like you couldn't quite place a finger on it, like the DJ's name rang a remembrance deep inside your soul. Your eyes shifted slightly into her direction, narrowing through the igniting energy from the crowds around you. You couldn't quite depict her face, not quite fully but you were encapsulated by the way she moved with the music. The DJ moved with such an aura, a passion buried deep inside her, it was almost impossible not to observe. Your own body had almost froze watching as her fingers danced across the disks and the records, shifting from button to button.

"She's quite attractive isn't she?" Kate nudged you smirking.

This withdrew you from any thoughts, dancing in back of your mind. You glanced at Kate in confusion, before sighing and shrugging. Carol bursted out into a fit of giggles before eyeing up a woman who was dancing rather close to her side, hands almost reaching out to Carol's waist. Usually, you'd roll your eyes at Carol's obliviousness especially when it came to women's attraction to her. Yet, as your eyes managed to catch a glimpse of the DJ, you froze.

While you must agree with Kate upon the blonde's beauty, the DJ was indeed a sight to look at, that was not why your body had frozen in sight. You may have only had a fleeting glimpse at that woman all those months ago, but your eyes didn't deceive you. Observation was one of your highly successful skills in many area's of your life and you were certain of it this time too. It was the same sister, the same DJ from your ex-situationship. The same blonde who had glanced at you all those months ago for some fleeting moments.

A sickness rose up in you for reasons you couldn't quite place, not for one second. You felt your drink becoming a looser grip within the clutches of your hand. Kate was trying to state something to you, but the music was drowning it out just as much as you were. Hardly a single part of you could think clearly in that moment and you knew you needed to get out, even for a few moments.

Chugging the rest of your drink, you found your feet moving before your brain did. Somehow you managed to shuffle through the stuffy crowds of the nightclub, gathered in each area of the dance floor. Placing your drink on the bar you sighed for a moment, leaning on the counter. You knew you were closer to the DJ's stand now, right near to where Yelena was spinning her records, yet you didn't dare to glance over. Instead you made a break, a beeline for the restrooms, perhaps a splash of cold water would do you the world of good.

However, as you stood in front of the entrance to the restroom, you couldn't help yourself but slowly turn around. Your eyes drifted over towards the area of the blonde, seeing her spin the records with an ease about her like she belonged there. Something was different about her, like she was more at ease and perhaps comfortable than the first ever time you'd encountered her. Yelena now had pink highlights on the bangs of her shoulder length hair, look finished with a nose piercing.

It was as if something inside her sensed someone was looking and her eyes drifted over to your direction. The moment you made eye contact with her, everything halted. Your stomach did summersaults, knotting into loops at the pit. Something glistened in her eyes; flashing with a hint of recognition. The atmosphere of the room, the crowds, sounds and lights all seemed to dim down as though time had froze. Rather than standing there, looking like a deer in the headlights you quickly turned and entered the bathroom with a speed you didn't know you had.

The noise was drowned out quickly the moment you entered the enclosed space of the bathroom and a small sigh of relief passed your lips. Quickly walking over to the faucet, you splashed cold water upon your face before leaning over the counter.

A heavy sigh left your body as you closed your eyes trying to calm down your racing heart. It was no secret she was still as attractive as the day you took that one single glance at her, but dear god in heaven. You didn't think it would be possible for the blonde to gain even more attractive throughout the months and that did nothing to calm your hightened pulse and nerves.

"I thought it was you," a low but firm voice came from behind you making you jolt in surprise.

Your body spun around and your eyes made direct eye contact with her. Yelena. She had followed you into the restroom evidently, not long after you had gone in. It was now, in the dimmer and more exposed light you could take in her beauty admire her look in a way.

Her hair was curled, well almost a wavy form of look- finished with pink highlights at the front of her bangs. The blonde wore a tank top with a fish-net style of covering underneath exposing her silky skin in the all the right ways. A choker remained around her neck, curling around her in a way that shamefully brought sinful thoughts invading your mind and soul, seeing how it clung to her. Her look was finished with fishnet tights and a small black-skirt and heavy leather boots that brought out her entire smoky look well. A noise piercing lay upon her face, finishing her darkened makeup with sharp eyeliner, before your eyes drifted down her arms shamelessly as you observed the manny tattoo's littered across her skin.

You'd been so locked up in taking in her looks, you'd scarcely noticed how Yelena had locked the door behind her. The blonde was now in front of you, cornering you into the mirror of the room next to the row of sinks.

"I-" You attempted to speak, but the knee between your thighs pryed them open and silenced you with a heavy gasp.

"Don't talk, just let me do the work. I'll stop if you want me to. Do you want me to?" Her voice was husky and had her knee not been pressed up against your thighs, body almost against your own skin you would have collapsed to the floor.

Did you want her to? You could turn around and say no right there and then. Especially with your lack there of experience in this department. You'd never gotten that far with any of your ex's, especially Yelena's sister. She was more of a passing fleeting experience than a serious encounter. Yet, glancing at her sister now who was smirking at you with a devilish grin like she wanted to devour you whole. You knew your answer.

"I don't want you to stop," You managed to croakily whisper out and that was all it took.

Lips were suddenly pressed against your neck, hands wracking down your body in a desperate attempt and urge to get to any part of your body. Yelena's knee pressed against your thighs with a hunger for you, lust and desire completely overwhelming her soul. Your hands tried to reach up to touch her, yet all you felt was her strong fingers clasp and your wrists, pinning them up above your head. The blonde pushed you further into the wall, shamelessly grinding her knee up against your core. It felt so right, yet so wrong. You'd always depicted your first time to be soft and gentle, but truth be told with Yelena's desperation upon your skin you didn't want it to end. You couldn't she moved with such determination and eagerness like she'd never tasted a single part of anyone before.

"I remember how you looked at me sweetheart. I wanted you then, but you were with my sister like a little whore desperate for attention hm?" She teased you mercilessly, without a single care or an utter thought of your innocence.

"I've never-" You tried to stutter out, but you felt a button being undone by your pants to which she half shimmered you out of. The coldness of the room, hit you instantly causing a rather deep guttural moan to echo through the four walls.

"Not ever?" She asked almost gently for a moment, snapping you into reality.

Shyly you shook your head to which the blonde hummed. For a moment she stepped back, the coldness almost eliciting a hum from your lips. Yet, suddenly you felt strong arms wrapping around your thighs and hoisting you up. You didn't dare question Yelena, instead wrapping your arms and legs around her. For a small figure, she was extremely strong and this only seemed to send your desires spiralling further.

You felt her carry you out the back door, all the way to her car and you didn't once question her antics. The moment you made it to her black, and if you must admit yourself extremely stylish car she opened it for you, urging you to get into the back. Not one to disobey you found yourself clambering in and the moment she clambered in behind you, the car door was locked.

The blonde was on you in an instant, ripping your pants off, fully all the way. She fumbled for something behind her in the storage seat of her car. Your eyes landed on the restraints and her eyes glanced down at you. You could see she was asking you if it was okay and for a moment it filled you with a warmth and a stronger sense of desire, which allowed yourself to nod in acceptance.

She tied the restraints around your wrists, before locking them securely around the seat of the car. You shifted your wrists slightly and you felt it was slack enough for comfort, but tight enough to not escape. Yelena's lips were on yours in an instant, marking you as her own.

"Such a pretty slut," She whispered huskily against your now bruised lips and this only sent a heat straight to your core.

You felt her own hips grinding against your thigh and this only spurred you on, igniting you in such a way you didn't ever deem possible. Her hands went straight into your panties, giving you no time to adjust. Her thumb moved with a firmness on your clit, desperate to hear every sound you could ever make from your desperate little mouth. Yelena was filling you up in ways you didn't seem possible as her lips moved down your mouth to your jaw and neck.

"Fuck, you're soaked aren't you? All this for me pet?" She mumbled with a dark smile against your lips and your hips bucked up with a sheer desperation, an attempt to gain anything.

"P-Please?" The words barely escaped your lips until she plunged 3 fingers into your soaked cunt.

A loud moan escaped your lips but Yelena didn't slow down. She didn't allow you to even adjust before thrusting her fingers into you harder. Somehow she'd skilfully managed to shift her underwear off and you felt how soaked she was yourself. Her Puffy lips, grinding desperately with an urge against your thigh. Needing the sense of any sort of relief herself and you felt a knot in your stomach forming.

"Y-Yelena I think.." You tried stuttering out but she only fucked you harder pressing her underwear against your nose so you could smell her arousal.

"You going to cum for me baby?" She asked, her voice was filled with lust and a desire that made your stomach flip.

All you could do was nod in response, grinding your hips against her fingers harder while she thrusted inside you mercilessly. A sudden vibration against your clit made your head tilt down, while the blonde managed to take a breast into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the bud. A vibrator was placed against your clit, swirling around with a speed of shamelessness.

"Go on then, cum for me. Cum for daddy." She urged, speeding her fingers up as she bit down on your breast slightly.

The pressure from the vibrator, mixed with the swirling sensation from her tongue and the way her fingers plunged into your soaked core sent you over the edge. A wetness seeped out of your pussy, spilling onto her fingers as your body arched into sheer bliss. It was as if the devil had touched your soul and you'd let it indulge you into sinful thoughts and desires over and ofer again if it felt like this. Her fingers didn't relent, spurring you on as she whispered into your ear.

"Good girl for daddy huh?" You didn't even know you had a daddy kink until now.

While the blonde continued to fuck you into a second orgasm you grinded against her fingers like a desperate slut, earning you a darker laugh that sent shivers down your body. Her fingers moved against your wet puffy lips with just as much skill as they did on the vinyl records, touching you with such an intoxicating sight and feeling. One thing you never wanted to lose.

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Boss

Next part: Bossed

Summary: Your boss, Henry Cavill, is CEO of a company that changes lives. He is also a bit of a jerk. None of that stops you from being in love with him. And he with you.

Pairing: Ceo!Henry Cavill x reader au

A/N: I think Henry Cavill is a beautiful man, idc, idc. He is the faceclaim to my fantasies. Today. Big props to @nissaimmortal for tolerating my lust in her inbox and giving advice. Here it is. Read, react, alladat, please. :) I am fed through your interactions, so please like, comment and reblog. I live for that shit.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut! Idiots in love, slow burn, mutual pining, age gap. Angst, a tinge of lonliness, no work/life balance, jerk Henry, slightly insecure, but smart reader. Jealous Henry, references to male masturbation, wild thoughts on both of your parts, references to oral sex (f receiving), whoo boy, the kiss. And the challenge.

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You never meant for this to happen.

You were just practicing self care in the season of love. 

The flowers weren’t for anyone but you, a way to remind yourself that you were worth it, even if no one else thought that. 

You knew the office would be flooded with bouquets today, desks overflowing with flowers, cards, and candies. It was the one happenstance of your first whirlwind month on the job that stuck with you.

You vowed that your desk wouldn’t be empty this year, and no one would look at you with pity while asking you what you were doing that night. 

So you sent flowers to yourself. 

They were nothing dramatic, just some pretty little pink peonies and roses with a card that you’d written to yourself.

But Henry, your boss, your gruff, frustrating, inspiring, six-foot-two, broad-shouldered, dark haired, storm-eyed asshole of a boss, apparently, didn’t see it that way. 

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You’d worked for Henry for a little over 14 months, and there had been a tension between you since your interview when he just sat there and stared at you as if you were some alien sent from a distant world. 

Despite that, he grilled you about your personal vision, told you he admired your qualifications and you were hired. 

What ensued was a year of hard, but gratifying work with a company that valued diversity and helping the planet. Henry Cavil was the CEO of that company, and as his assistant, you weren’t just a glorified secretary. 

You were right-hand to changing the world.

Henry seemed to care for nothing but work, and was professional to the point of extreme with you, even when you two worked late and long hours side by side.

Holidays were unimportant to him, weekends were just another day, and he didn’t seem to notice that you might feel differently.

You didn’t, but it would have been nice to have been asked.

It would have been nice if he noticed you as a human, if he asked about your family, what you liked to do in your free time....Whatever that was. 

And sometimes, you looked up to see him looking at you as if he were going to ask about one of those things, but in each instance, he just looked back down to what he was working on, continuing with the discussion at hand. 

You let it slide, because being by his side was all that you wanted. Even if he just tolerated you. 

Because you were in love with him. Since the moment before he offered you the job at the end of your interview. 

You could help millions of people around the world, but you couldn’t help yourself from falling in love with Henry, a man at least ten years your senior who was emotionally unavailable.

You were a sad case.

Your boss was your secret obsession, the man who’d starred in your most delicious fantasies for far too long. 

But Henry would never take a second look at you romantically. 

You were doll-sized next to him, you’re too nerdy, too curvy, and too headstrong to be the kind of compliant arm candy that you heard he went for. You were destined to pine for your boss with the superhero looks, destined to be the sidekick in the romance of his life.

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Henry had been in torment for 14 months 12 days, and 7 hours, the moment you walked into his office for your interview. And he’d been in love with you for 14 months, 12 days, 6 hours and 45 minutes.

But he vowed that you should never know how he felt while sentencing himself to the daily torture of working side by side with you every day.

He tried to put you out of his head, but his favorite thing was to send you ahead of him to meetings and to fall in behind you on the long walk to the boardroom, your sumptuous ass giving him lots of spank bank material. 

Every night he went home to shower, fuck his hand, and paint the tiled wall with copious amounts of spend as he thought of the way you looked that day and your adorable little quirks: 

The faint smiles you gave him when you thought he wasn’t looking. 

How you nibbled on that fucking sexy bottom lip when you were deep in thought and gazing at him, or hunched over your laptop and typing away. 

The way that you walked, those tempting curves of yours that made him ache to throw you over his shoulder and have his way with you.

Henry had ordered you the finest oak desk that he could find during your first week on the job. The glass one in the office was fine, but would be a bit flimsy in the off chance that he should throw you over it and eat you out until his jaw was sore and until your voice grew hoarse from screaming his name.

You’d been the fire in his blood for the entire time he’d known you, and he couldn’t help himself from being irretrievably under your spell.

But instead of telling you that, for the last 14 months, he'd settled for every minute that he could wring from you for work, because there could never be anything more than that.

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This evening, Henry had stopped in your office doorway with menus for dinner, when he saw the flowers and crossed his arms over his huge chest.

Your eyes slid down his form, noticing how the sleeves of his crisp white button down strained around his biceps, the vest he was wearing highlighted the thick inverted triangle of his body, and his dark slacks hugged his muscular thighs. 

It should be illegal for him to look that fucking good, especially at this hour in the evening, on this night of love. You looked up at him, at his dark eyebrows drawn together over those piercing blue eyes, looking at the bouquet like it personally insulted him. 

Then he looked at you.

There was heat in his gaze, something that made your toes curl in your heels, and for a moment you were frozen. Damn, he was hot, especially when he was perturbed. 

"Who sent them?"

His deep voice was low and calm, but there was a dangerous edge to his sexy ass British accent. Goosebumps raised on your skin.

You were caught between confusion and a being flustered from direct attention from him. He usually avoided eye contact and more than a few grunts at a time, so this was new.

Henry was always intimidating, but tonight, he was also extra attractive, with his tie loosened, his white dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his dark curls slightly messy as if he'd been running his hands through it.

Oh, and it didn’t help that his jaw was clenching and his blue eyes seemed to be burning.

"Excuse me?" you asked, keeping your voice as neutral as possible. 

You were tired, but there was a deadline to meet, despite the fact that this was a night for lovers. 

You two were the perfect pair to still be at work, because you were the furthest thing from romantics. You and Henry were workaholics, dedicated to your job, with no time for love.

Henry’s gaze flicked to the small card nestled between the flowers. 

You knew exactly what it said.

You are desirable. You are unforgettable. You deserve to be loved the way you love others.

A self-affirmation just for you. Something no one else was supposed to see.

But when Henry read it, he mistook the meaning.

"So who is he?"

His look was dark and his eyes were stormy, causing your stomach to drop.

"What?"

Henry’s fists clenched at his sides. 

"The person who sent these. The one who wrote you that." 

His voice dropped lower, like he was trying to hold back something. 

"Who. Is. He?"

You realized that he thought you had someone. And he sounded jealous. But that would be…

No. It was impossible. 

Your pulse became erratic with the thought

Henry was always particular: demanding, impatient, exacting. But he was also never unfair and never once let you fail. He always pushed you to be better and gave you glowing performance reviews, even when his actions conveyed that you were the most frustrating person on the planet to him.

You always assumed that he just tolerated you. That you annoyed him. But at the moment, he looked like a man barely holding himself together because he thought someone else had sent you flowers.

This was a development.

Before you could respond, Henry stepped closer to you. You tilted your head back to gaze up at him towering over you, broad and built like a damn brick wall. One that you wanted and needed to climb. 

"You didn’t answer me," he murmured, voice rough. Boy, those eyes could chill you to the bone.

"Why do you care?"

You were perturbed now, and it was clear in your response. 

Henry’s jaw ticked and something flashed in his eyes, there and gone too quickly for you to analyze.

“Careful, Little One.”

He’d never called you that, so you cocked your head with curiosity and watched as he sat on the edge of your desk, hiking his pants up on his legs, showcasing his massive thighs, and yes, the long, thick rod between them. 

Your eyebrows shot up and your eyes went wide, too surprised at his words and actions to pull the well-practiced mask over your features.

Henry caught you looking, but you didn’t catch the way his mouth hooked up in a half smile at your reaction. 

You licked your lips and watched as his hand moved slowly upward, until he was brushing his fingers over the petals of one of the roses. The act felt intimate, like he was imagining something else beneath his fingertips. 

Or maybe you were the one imagining.

“You deserve to be loved the way you love others," he repeated, more softly. 

He gazed at you, eyes blazing. 

"And you think this guy, whoever he is, can give you that?"

Your throat went dry. You should’ve just told him the truth. But you didn’t.

Because you knew he was jealous. And he was about to lose it. And you wanted to see what happened when he did. 

You chucked your chin up at him, a challenge.

"And what if he can?"

Henry knew he was pathetic because you were his employee, and he had no claim to you, no right to feel possessive at the thought of you with another man. 

But that didn’t stop him from wanting to track down the mutherfucker that sent you those flowers and beat him to a bloody pulp. And that didn't stop him from wanting to grab you and kiss you until you realized that you were fucking his. 

That you’d always been his, from the moment you first looked him in the eye.

The air between you crackled with energy as his entire body tensed as he stood up again, those massive hands curling into fists like he was restraining himself from something. His jaw flexed, his breath deepened, and he reached out for you, hand on your waist, drawing you in to press you against his very solid body. 

And then Henry’s mouth was on yours, hot and demanding and so fucking perfect that you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but give in.

You grunted in surprise as his full lips pressed on yours and his delicious tongue slid inside your mouth. All of your senses came alive in a cacophony of sight, taste, smell, and sound. And of course, touch.

You let yourself melt into his kiss, reaching up and tugging at the soft curls rioting over his collar, and then he pulled back, panting. His hand came up to wipe the moisture from your lips with his thumb, which he then inserted into his mouth and kept eye contact with you as he suckled his digit.

You imagined those lips doing the same to various points on your body and you nearly swooned, especially when he pulled his thumb out with a plop and then released you. 

Henry stepped back, baring his teeth in a dangerous smile. 

Your mind was scrambled, but you knew one thing for certain: Henry was attracted to you. Just as much as you were attracted to him.

Who would have thunk?

Henry adjusted his cuffs, highlighting those distracting veins on the back of his hands. He nodded at the flowers, then at you, a dangerous smile on his lips.

"Hope he’s ready to compete," he murmured, leaving you stunned.

“Get your coat, we’re going out to dinner tonight.”

And then he walked back into his office, leaving you staring after him, heart slamming against your ribs, lips feeling swollen and bruised from the kiss.

You had no idea what those flowers just unleashed in him. 

But you were about to find out.

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Next part: Bossed

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♥ a/n: I'm literally honored that y'all have been enjoying this series. sorry it took me so long to write this part/chapter!

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alexandra_saintmleux she's so cute 🥺

logansargeant I'll take a babysitting shift 🙋‍♂️

oscarpiastri I'm the favorite uncle piss off

logansargeant chill damn

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Things between you and Lando were still pretty awkward. After all, if someone asked the two of you the night you hooked up where you’d be in a year, a flight to Miami with your newborn baby would not be your answer. You didn’t trust him very much yet, but who could blame you? You expected him to do everything in his power to stay away from you and Camila. But here he was, flying the two of you out to watch him race. Lando really wanted to prove to you that he was all in. That he wasn’t going to take off running the minute things got hard for you two as co-parents. 

You were extremely grateful that Oscar and Lily were on the same jet as you. This made the atmosphere not too uncomfortable. Lily was rocking Camila in her arms as her and Oscar talked a little about Mark Webber. You debated whether you should jump into their conversation after having an extensive f1 research night with your best friend the day before, but you decided to just sit in silence.

You caught Lando staring at you and let out a sigh. This was going to be a long flight.

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He scanned the keycard to a nice suite in the same hotel the grid was staying in.

"This will be your room," he said, wandering inside. "Don't worry about where Camila will sleep, the hotel provided a crib."

"Thank you," you said genuinely. He was trying to be thoughtful.

"If you need anything, you have my number." Lando said before leaving the room.

You sat on the edge of your bed and pulled out your phone to check your notifications.

They already found you? And they thought you were a wag? Damn the paparazzi is quick.

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user6 I found y/n’s instagram before it went private. How is she so gorgeous?

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user8 I’m obsessed with herrrr

user12 she’s so aesthetic

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-Race Day-

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The last 20 laps of the race were driving you absolutely insane. You watched closely as Lando started to pull away from Max second by second. Your leg was shaking and you wondered why this was so nerve racking.

19 laps left. 18 laps left. 15 laps left. 10 laps left. 5 laps left.

1 lap left.

The crowd and garage erupted with cheers as Lando crossed the line in P1. You heard him screaming on the radio and couldn't help but smile. Lando Norris, the father of your daughter, is now a Formula 1 race winner.

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user6 LANDO’S A GIRL DAD 😭

user8 his gf is so pretty

user10 SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

user5 babe wake up Lando just hard launched his status as girl dad

user7 HE'S NOT THE STEP DAD HE'S THE DAD THAT STEPPED UPP

user3 @/user7 PREACH

user2 never change, mclaren admin

user1 screaming, crying, throwing up

user9 lets go lando, lando is ok

user11 lets go lando, he is here to stay!!!

user4 he has a daughter 🥺

user12 my heart belongs to the dads of the grid

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“Lando, great race. How does it feel to not only get your first win but have your daughter and partner here with you?" 

“Oh uhm, she’s not my partner.” he pressed his lips together. “But, yeah it feels great. It’s been a long time coming but we finally got the win. I hope I made my daughter and the fans proud today.”

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yourusername logan got me a bouquet 🥰 oh also oscar got camila some stuff too

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logansargeant @/oscarpiastri look who's the favorite uncle now

user7 please 😭

user4 the girls are fightinggg

user3 she made her account public again yay <3

user9 ok but that's so cute :(

user8 loscar as uncles >>>

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You and Lando walked through the sliding doors of the 5 star hotel you were staying at.

"Some of the other drivers and I are gonna go out tonight if you'd like to come? I'm sure they wouldn't mind." he rubbed the back of his neck.

You nodded towards Camila who was in your arms as a silent "I have to take care of her."

He pulled his phone out quickly, “I’m sure I can find someone who can-”

“No, it's ok. Go enjoy yourself.” you said, shaking your head and pushing his phone back down. “Not too much, though. Don’t want you ending up with another unplanned kid.”  

The comment took Lando aback but drew a laugh out of him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Congrats on your win.” you smiled, walking back to your room.

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Later that night you laid down in your hotel room bed, scrolling through your feed. Dozens of pictures and videos of Lando popped up. Camila made a squealing noise in the portable crib beside you.

"I know, right?" you said to her with a laugh.

You stared at one picture that he looked particularly good in. You couldn't pretend like he wasn't attractive.

"Alright," you sighed, and placed your phone down. "Goodnight, mija." you leaned over, kissed her forehead, and switched off the bedside lamp.

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