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harrysfolklore · 5 months ago

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i see your face in every crowd - op81

summary: the asutralian grand prix is right around the corner and oscar's face is everywhere in melbourne, his ex girlfriend can't help but miss him (he misses her too)

folkie radio: if you know me you know i'm a sucker for an exes to lovers trope, and honestly this one is one of my faves i've ever done. ENJOY AND LEAVE FEEDBACK

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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yourinstagram back home for a bit... needed some time to reset & breathe. been writing loads lately - the songs are just pouring out 🌊 feeling more inspired than ever tbh. can't wait to share what i've been working on with u all soon. huge thank u for all the love lately, means more than u know xx

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username1 BABYYYY

username2 i'm happy she's home and surrounded by love

sabrinacarpenter miss ur face already 😭 these songs are about to end lives fr

chappellroan THEYRE NOT READY FOR WHAT'S COMING!!! also pls come back to LA soon i'm dying without u

username3 chappellynbrina is a forever thing

username4 the way melbourne gp is gonna be so awkward next month...

└ username1 why does everyone have to make everything about that 🙄 let them live

└ username2 no fr like can we focus on the music instead

username5 oscar ain't shit anyway, ur so much better without him queen

└ username3 y'all don't even know what happened, stop being toxic

└ username6 they literally both asked for privacy can u respect that maybe

alexandrasaintmleux being home suits u sm! can't wait for the new era

└ username2 once a wag always a wag

username7 THE BREAKUP ALBUM IS COMING AND IM HERE FOR IT

username8 take all the time u need but also pls drop a song soon we're starving 😩

lando yooo text me when you get the chance !

└ username1 THEIR FRIENDSHIP LIVES

└username2 oscar piastri you can't break this one

username9 some of y'all are being so mean for no reason, they were cute together and now they're not, it happens

username10 manifesting a collab with sabrina on this album 🕯️

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oscarpiastri Last few days of prep before heading home for the season opener. Ready 💪

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username1 THATS MY BABY GOAT

username2 we're so taking that wdc this year

lando looking a bit weak mate might need another few months of training

└ oscarpiastri stick to gaming mate

└ carlossainz55 Children, behave 😂

└ username1 THIS INTERACTION

username3 we're so back. man's entering his thirst trap era and we love to see it

└ username1 healing through gym pics, real

username4 the transformation from rookie to absolute unit we love to see it

username5 melbourne's gonna go crazy for him

└ username2 the city will be pretty much covered with his face

username7 the post-breakup glow >>>>>>

username8 bro said watch me get faster AND hotter

username9 yn is stronger than me bc i definitely would've given him another chance

georgerussell63 Looking strong 💪🏼

└ lando but still slower than me

└ oscarpiastri We'll see about that mate

└ username3 WHAT IS LANDO'S PROBLEM

aussiegp Our hometown hero getting ready to give us a show 🇦🇺

username10 YN GET BACK WITH HIM I BEGGG

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definitelynotyn not me stalking his instagram at 2am with a glass of rosé in hand... why he gotta post gym pics looking like THAT 😭 someone take my phone away fr because what if i do something stupid like text him rn???? also why does he have to look so good while training I HATE HIM

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shortandbrina girl DELETE instagram rn i'm not joking!! calling u in 2 mins

└ definitelynotyn too late i already watched his story 3 times help

midwestprincess this is why we don't drink wine alone bestie... coming over with ice cream and we're watching mean girls

└ definitelynotyn pls hurry before i do something stupid like listen to our playlist

livbedumb first rule of breakups: BLOCK THE GYM PROGRESS POSTS!!!! trust me on this one

└ definitelynotyn but what if i just want to check if he's doing okay 🥲

└ gracieeeeee she's lost it completely someone intervene

arithegood not me literally writing a song about this exact situation last week 💀 wine drunk stalking is universal bestie

└ definitelynotyn pls send me the song i just know it'll hurt so good

phoebenotbuffay okay but like... we've all been there 😭 remember when i almost texted #him after he decided to walk around in those short shorts

└ definitelynotyn at least urs wasn't wearing race suits that make his arms look like THAT

whostaylorswiftanyway time to write a song about it bestie x

└ definitelynotyn already got three verses and a bridge done ngl

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f1updates Melbourne is getting ready for the Australian GP! The city is covered in @/oscarpiastri billboards and posters as they prepare to welcome their home hero

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username1 imagine being yn trying to get coffee and boom there's your ex's face on a 50ft billboard 💀

username2 the way you literally can't escape his face anywhere in the cbd this week

username3 the way this gp would've been so different if they were still together... remember last year?

└ username1 they were the cutest in the paddock

└ username2 pls she probably won't even be in melbourne this year

username4 our boy is everywhere and we love to see it!!

username5 the promotional team really said oscar piastri world domination

username6 the billboards are giving everything they need to give tbh

username7 maybe she should drop the breakup album during race week for maximum chaos

└ username1 now that would be iconic behavior

└ username3 the way the charts and the podium would be fighting for his attention

username8 MELBOURNE IS OSCARLAND

username9 imagine not being an oscar fan rn… or worse, being his ex

username10 CAN SOMEBODY THINK OF OUR GIRL YN

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oscarpiastri Seems like there's a few of me around Melbourne at the moment... has anyone noticed? 😅

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username1 OSCAR FUCKING PIASTRI

username2 HE DID NOT

lando bit of an upgrade for the city tbh └ oscarpiastri Better than your face mate

username3 OH HE'S MESSY FOR THIS ONE

└ username1 posting this RIGHT after her story i'm screaming

username4 he chose violence today and i'm here for it

mclaren Our guy's everywhere! Can't wait for the weekend 🧡

└ username2 admin pretending they don't see what's happening here

username5 THE TIMING OF THIS POST??? someone's feeling petty

username6 he really said "oh you can't escape me? let me show you why" 💀

georgerussell63 Just ran into your face in the airport

username7 the way he probably had these pics ready and WAITED

username8 bro saw her story and chose chaos

danielricciardo looking good mate! although i remember when it was my face everywhere 👴 └ oscarpiastri Times change old man

username9 it's giving "oh you miss seeing me? here's more" energy actually

username10 focusing on the important stuff: he looks good in every single billboard

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yourinstagram missing tour life so much today! can't wait to get back on the road and see all your beautiful faces again 💕 thankful for the memories we've made together x

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username1 MY GIRL I MISS HER

username2 the way she posted this exactly after THAT story... we see you

└ username3 damage control era

troyesivan SUPERSTAR 🤩🤩

username4 girl we know what (who) you're really missing

└ username2 not her trying to distract us 😭

username5 we're not fooled bestie but we support you

sabrinacarpenter miss you too angel!! ❤️

└ yourinstagram love you sabs 🥺

username6 NOT THE DAMAGE CONTROL POST

username7 WE NEED A TOUR ASAP

gracieabrams I miss being on the road with you 🥹🥹

username8 EVERYONE TALKIG ABOUT OSCAR HELP

username9 can we talk about how good she looked on tour though??

username10 the way she's probably sitting with sabrina rn planning damage control posts

└ username11 the group chat must be WILD right now

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definitelynotyn well. something just came in the mail and i think i might actually throw up. universe really said "you thought that instagram story wasn't enough embarrassment for one day?"

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shortnbrina GIRL CHECK YOUR TEXTS RN

└ definitelynotyn I'M HAVING A CRISIS

midwestprincess the way i SPRINTED here when you texted

└ definitelynotyn help what do i do

└ midwestprincess BREATHE FIRST

gracieeee wait is that what i think it is? 🏁

└ definitelynotyn 🙃🙃🙃

└ gracieeee OH MY GOD????

livbedumb the timing… someone's been plotting

└ definitelynotyn don't. i can't think about that.

maddiebeer okay but like… are you going?

└ definitelynotyn MADS PLS I'M ALREADY SPIRALING

└ maddiebeer that's not a no 👀

arithegood manifesting a rain delay so you have to stay longer

└ definitelynotyn I HAVEN'T EVEN DECIDED IF I'M GOING

└ arithegood sure jan

phoebenotbuffay imagine if you'd actually posted this on main too

└ definitelynotyn DON'T EVEN JOKE ABOUT THAT

└ phoebenotbuffay too soon? 😂

dulapeep at least you have time to plan outfits

└ definitelynotyn NOT HELPING

└ dulapeep the green dress. trust me.

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oscarpiastri Close. Bring on tomorrow

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username1 THATS MY BABY GOAT

username2 oscar piastri man of few words

username3 pole position if he was still with yn

mclaren Our home champ 🧡

username4 OKAY CHAT DO WE THINK YN WILL ATTEND THE RACE??

└ username1 maybe focus on racing?? this isn't about his ex

lando sorry about that

└ oscarpiastri Should've just let me keep it

username5 can't help but think about yn in parc fermé for his win tomorrow but they're not together anymore

username6 HES WINNING TOMORROW THERE'S NOTHING THAT CAN CHANGE THAT

charles_leclerc An existential crisis later

└ carlossainz55 Let him breathe

└ username1 HUUUH WHAT ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT

username7 brb listening to yn's songs about him.. specially lover

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definitelynotyn watching from my couch because apparently i'm the biggest coward in the universe. the pass is literally staring at me from my coffee table. i hate myself.

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shortnbrina GET IN YOUR CAR RIGHT NOW

└ definitelynotyn I CAN'T

└ shortnbrina YES YOU CAN I'M CALLING YOU AN UBER

midwestprincess GIRL THERE'S STILL 40 LAPS YOU CAN LITERALLY MAKE IT

└ definitelynotyn and then what?? walk in mid-race??

└ midwestprincess YES EXACTLY LIKE A MAIN CHARACTER WOULD

livbedumb not you watching his every move on tv when you could be there

└ definitelynotyn this is less scary ok

└ livbedumb is it though??

maddiebeer remember when you said you'd never be that girl who's too scared to face her feelings?

└ definitelynotyn low blow mads

whostaylorswiftanyway THE PASS IS RIGHT THERE GO GET YOUR MAN

└ definitelynotyn STOP YELLING AT ME

└ whostaylorswiftanyway NO

gracieeee remember when you said his note was the sweetest thing ever? remember crying about how much you missed him? but sure stay on your couch

└ definitelynotyn this is emotional manipulation

definitelynotyn FINE YALL WIN. CALLING A CAR RN

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definitelynotyn we did some talking. then we did some kissing. then we did some more talking. then we did some more kissing. might have cried a bit (him too). wearing his sweatshirt again. life's funny sometimes.

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midwestprincess OH GOD FINALLY

gracieeee I'M SOBBING

leclercccccc FINALLY you accepted the follow request

└ definitelynotyn oh my god

└ leclercccccc i helped with the speech you know

└ notoscarpiastri mate.

└ leclercccccc you're welcome btw

landitooooo took you both long enough bloody hell

└ notoscarpiastri says you

└ landitooooo oi what's that supposed to mean

└ shortnbrina no idea really

└ definitelynotyn lando norris and sabrina carpenter... there's stuff you need to explain

arithegood THE TIMELINE HAS BEEN RESTORED

└ definitelynotyn dramatic much

└ arithegood says the girl who showed up mid-race

whostaylorswiftanyway I expect a full debrief tomorrow but I'm happy for you my girl

notoscarpiastri Can we go back to the kissing?

└ definitelynotyn please

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popbuzz YN AND OSCAR PIASTRI SPOTTED TOGETHER IN MELBOURNE

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username1 THE SWEATSHIRT THE SWEATSHIRT THE SWEATSHIRT

└ username2 SHE'S WEARING HIS CLOTHES AGAIN

username3 FROM SPINNING OUT TO BREAKFAST DATES IN 24 HOURS

└ username2 character development at its finest

username4 IM GOING TO CRY THEY'RE BACK TOGETHER

username5 Sources say he went to her place last night...

└ username1 and didn't leave 👀

username6 I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY REALLY GOT BACK TOGETHER

username7 this is proof that crying over your ex on main actually works

username8 YN IS A WAG AGAIN OMFG

username9 everybody say thank you australia gp billboards with oscar's face

username10 OSCAR LOVE SONGS ARE SO BACK

username11 WE WON SO HARD

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oscarpiastri Home race took some unexpected turns both on and off track. P9 wasn't the result we wanted, but somehow still ended up winning this weekend.

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username1 HE'S SOOOO

username2 LOST THE RACE BUT GOT THE GIRL??

lando mate that's actually smooth

└ oscarpiastri Learned from the best

mclaren We'll take this kind of victory too 🧡

username3 THE THIRD PICTURE IM SOBBING

username4 mans really said forget p9 i got the girl

username5 HE'S SO BOYFRIEND WE'RE SO BACK

nicolepiastri ❤️

username6 OSCAR PIASTRI THE MAN THAT YOU ARE

username7 oscar's guide to get back with your ex with just ten simple steps

sabrinacarpenter FINALLY !!! OUR GIRL CAN STOP MOPING AROUND

└ chappellroan now we need oscar's friend to grow some balls too

└ oscarpiastri @/lando

└ lando well...

└ username1 OMFG LANDO AND SABRINA??

└ username2 WHAT JUST HAPPENED

username8 I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS REAL LIFE

yourinstagram 🥺🥺 i love you

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mimiiiiiiiiisstuff · 6 months ago

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"Mad Woman"

ok yall im out of school now! this was rushed so don't judge, when i write i just pour out whatever's in my head, that's why it's almost always rushed. i feel like if i don't write it, it'll disappeare! also to everyone hating in my asks, NO ONE IS FORCING YOU TO READ MY WORK!!!! hating does nothing but discourage me and lower my already non-existent confidence in my writing. pls leave me alone, if you don't have anything nice to say; don't say anything. i LOVE all my positive asks and comments, they make my day. don't ruin it for me.

Prologue: hapter 1: Chapter 2: Chapter 3: Chapter 4: Chapter 5 Chapter 6:

Six months, that's how long it's been since Bruce exiled you to New York and left you alone once again. It's been 387 days since Tiffany Maverick pulled the rug from beneath your feet and ensnared your family in her web of lies and manipulation. For six months, your family ignored you, only Alfred sending you the occasional care package which you promptly threw in the garbage.

You wish Tiffany and Damian were as content with ignoring you as the rest of the family but unfortunately, they went out of their way to rub their closeness in your face by sending you pictures of family movie night, family game night, and the family attending their school events. It made you angry at first, before you saw how funny it was. A family of billionaires, a family of detectives, a family of vigilantes, sitting next to a spy; obliviously feeding her insider information. The Batman, sitting grinning ear to ear next to a girl who could be his downfall.

Surprisingly, boarding school was amazing. The boys were hot, though most arrogant and dumb, they were all loaded and into you. The girls idolized you from the moment you walked in, your word was law around here and the power felt amazing. You decided what was in and out, who was hot and who was not; a huge difference and change of pace from the years of bullying and ridicule at Gotham Prep.

The charm came with your new abilities, most likely. Sure, the first two months were fucking painful and exposed you to pain you didn't think was possible but it was a small price to pay. It was nothing for the power of being able to charm and flirt your way out of just about anything, being able to eject venom with the slightest trace of your fresh set of acrylics, being able to literally bite people with your fangs and have them enjoy it, sensing heat signatures and feeling emotions and eyes on you, having the ability to give literal bone-crushing hugs, and so many things you haven't even discovered.

Not to mention your random overnight makeover! Suddenly, your figure was to die for, perfect in all senses of the word. Your skin gleamed and shimmered in the light, long shed away were all the blemishes and scars. Your hair always shiny and your teeth always pearly white, albeit a bit sharp. You're the image of beauty.

Who cares about the price when the product was this good anyway?

Who needed familial love when everyone here worshipped you? That new view and utter hatred for the family is what convinced you to accept Ariele, your boarding school bff and roomie,'s offer to spend summer break with her family in the south of france. Of course, you wanted to go back to manor for a week before meeting her there. Alfred asked you to come and though you were angry at him, you missed the old man. You swore to yourself that you'd only stay the night, catch up with Alfred, and ignore your 'family' then promptly spend the summer half naked, tanning on a super yacht with your girls.

Little did you know that you'd never make it to france, in fact, you wouldn't even make it out the manor now that Tim discovered the truth and told the rest of the family.

Tim Drake noticed things. Small things. Minute details that other people might overlook. That's how he found the truth.

It started with the cooking. Tiffany had casually mentioned one evening that she’d found some old recipes in the manor’s archives, recipes that you had once written down, hoping to impress Damian with Arabic dinners and desserts. Tiffany had barely glanced at the handwritten notes before she had offered to make dinner that night—a perfect replica of your signature stuffed cabbage leaves, Malfoof, as you called it.

Tim had been there when it happened. He’d recognized it immediately. The dish was one of your favorites, one you had made for family dinners. It was too familiar, too precise for Tiffany, it lacked the usual love and effort.

Then came the awards. It was subtle at first, too. Tiffany casually dropping that she had “entered a local baking competition” and how much fun it had been to win. Tim had known that you had been the one to actually win that competition the year before, he remembered rolling his eyes as you foolishly tried to impress him. But when he checked the award Tiffany had won? It looked eerily similar to the one that you had earned. Tiffany didn’t even bother hiding her gloating as she showed it off, calling it “another step toward making Gotham proud.”

Tim’s stomach churned. It wasn’t a coincidence. Tiffany was stealing your life and he was the only one that saw it. Who knows what else she was stealing.

The pieces clicked into place when he found the old photo albums. Tiffany had been snooping around the library one afternoon, pulling out albums that had been tucked away in the back, ones that hadn’t been touched in years. They were full of memories of your achievements, pictures of family vacations, awards won for charity work and academic excellence. Baby photo's, old camera's, journals, even old clothes.It wasn’t just admiration. It was an obsession.

He saw her dig through and read every one of your old entries, saw her stare at pictures and attempt to manuever her body how you stood, but what really creeped him out was when she started tracing over your handwriting.

Tim couldn’t let it go. This was insane. It was almost as if Tiffany wanted to wear your skin.

It wasn’t that he wanted to make Tiffany an enemy or villainize her, quite the opposite actually, he'd been ignoring her strange behavior and smell for a year now because of how fond he was of her. But this? This was crossing a line. She wasn’t just trying to fit in anymore, this was dangerous.

He now suspected there was more to Tiffany than just her obsession with your life and after putting the pieces together, it was becoming clear: Tiffany was playing a much deeper game. She wasn’t just trying to steal your identity, she was stealing information, too.

Tim’s investigative skills had been honed through years of being the tech guy of the Batfamily, and when something felt off, he didn’t ignore it. Not anymore, he started tracking small anomalies—times when Tiffany’s presence seemed too convenient, moments when crucial data about Gotham’s underworld went missing from the Batcomputer, or when confidential mission details were leaked through channels Tim knew the Batfamily didn’t use. Times when the Joker seemed to know the family's course of action and times when villains knew Duke's plans.

That’s when it clicked.

Tiffany wasn’t just trying to fit in with the family. She was spying. Her affections with the family were a cover for something darker. She had been gathering intelligence for a shadowy organization, feeding them vital information about their operations. This was bigger than him—this was a full-blown infiltration. Tiffany was working for someone else, someone dangerous.

Tiffany’s betrayal ran deep, and her spying wasn’t just about information anymore; it was personal. She had been stealing pieces of your life, your successes, your talents , your family. She had slowly taken everything that you had worked for and twisted it into her own false narrative. It was sickening.

Tim couldn’t stand it anymore. He had dug through encrypted files, tracked hidden transmissions, and pieced together cryptic conversations. Tiffany wasn’t just trying to steal your identity for the sake of becoming the perfect family member. No. She was mimicking your cooking and baking skills, down to the awards she had won for those very talents. She had been trying to erase you and replace you with a manufactured version of herself.

It was almost too much for Tim to handle. But there was something even worse lurking beneath the surface: the deeper he dug, the more it became clear that Tiffany wasn’t just feeding information to criminals. She had been feeding off your spirit, your presence and she had nearly replaced you entirely.

Now he just needed to tell the other.

The tension in the Batcave could be cut with a knife as Tim stood before Bruce, Dick, Jason, Damian, Duke, Cass, Steph, Barbara, and Alfred, ready to show them what he had discovered.

“I’ve been tracking Tiffany’s movements for the last few days,” Tim began, his voice low but sharp. “And I found something that’s... unsettling.”

Bruce, who had been scanning a mission report, looked up with interest. Dick turned to Tim, a puzzled expression on his face. Alfred stepped forward, his usual composed demeanor now replaced with a rare concern. Even Damian looked confused.

“What did you find, Master Tim?” Alfred asked, his tone calm, but there was a flicker of unease in his eyes.

Tim didn’t hesitate. He clicked a button on the computer, and the large screen behind him flickered to life. A series of encrypted files appeared—mission logs, surveillance footage, and even intercepted communications. The Batcave was suffocating in its silence as Tim presented the evidence to Bruce, Dick, Jason, Alfred, and the others. His fingers flew over the keyboard, and every new image, every new file, felt like a punch in the gut.

There was a long silence as everyone processed the information. Bruce’s usual stoic expression faltered for a moment, and Dick clenched his fists. The weight of the revelation was hitting hard, but it wasn’t just the betrayal that hurt. It was that someone in their midst had been pulling the strings behind their backs for a year.

The data was damning. It was all there, proof that Tiffany had been copying your recipes, your designs, your machines, even stealing the culinary awards that you had earned over the years. And on top of that, she had been siphoning critical Batfamily intel to an unknown organisation. The information was so sensitive, it could have jeopardized every single one of them.

“Do you see it now?” Tim’s voice was quieter, but his anger was unmistakable. He flicked the last file onto the screen. Tiffany’s false accomplishments, stolen directly from you. The stolen recipes. The mission intel sent out from the Batcomputer under her watch. “All of us have been blind to it.”

“About a month ago,” Tim said, “I found an odd encryption pattern in the Batcomputer—something I’ve never seen before. When I decrypted it, I found a set of mission details. Ones that shouldn’t have left the system. I traced the origin back to Tiffany.”

Alfred's face tightened as he took in the footage on the screen. It was a recording of Tiffany accessing classified Batfamily data, tapping into their most sensitive files.

“She’s been stealing information,” Tim continued, his voice gaining intensity. “Every single time she’s interacted with the Batcomputer, she’s been sending that data out to an unknown address. I can't track where it's coming from, it's too advanced; even for me.

“Impossible,” Bruce muttered, but his eyes were narrowing in disbelief. “Why would she—?”

“Because she’s a spy,” Tim interrupted, “and it gets worse. She’s been feeding them everything. Our weaknesses, our next moves, our schedules. She’s not just a mole in the manor. She’s been working against us this whole time. She's why so many missions have failed.Tim’s eyes narrowed. “It’s not just the family’s accomplishments she’s been stealing. She’s been getting close to each of us, using our trust. She knows things, personal things, and she’s been leaking that information. She’s been feeding it to the highest bidder, giving Gotham’s worst players a playbook for taking us down.”

Dick’s face twisted with disbelief. “She was pretending to be (y/n), taking her accomplishments as her own, but—” He trailed off, his voice faltering. “How could we have let this happen? How did we not notice?”

Jason’s voice cut through the heavy silence, rough and sharp, like a crack of thunder. He stepped forward, fists clenched. “I should’ve known. She’s been playing everyone, pretending like she’s all sweet and innocent, but she was using all of us.” Jason’s eyes flicked to the screen, then back at Tim, his face a mask of fury. “She lied to me. She’s been lying to all of us. And she’s been trying to replace her.” His hand slammed onto the table, and the anger in his voice was unmistakable. “She doesn’t belong here. We trusted her. We all trusted her.” Jason’s anger bubbled over. This betrayal, the way Tiffany had wormed her way into their lives, made him see red

He couldn’t keep it in any longer. “I should’ve known,” Jason spat, pacing in circles, his fists clenched tight at his sides. “I let her get close to me. I let her in, we all did! And now look at this. She’s been pretending to be everything she’s not. She’s been trying to take her place, her rightful place in this family!”

Alfred, who had been silent until now, cleared his throat, his voice filled with quiet but growing fury. “I should have seen it,” he muttered, his gaze darkening. “I was too lenient with her. I allowed her to slip through the cracks, to play at being part of this family. I should have known better.” His usually calm demeanor was cracking, and the regret in his voice was palpable.

Bruce’s lips pressed into a thin line as the weight of Tim’s words sank in. His eyes hardened as he stared at the screen, disappointment creeping into his features. Tiffany had been their guest, their supposed family, and this whole time, she had been playing them all. You had tried to warn them.

Duke, who had been standing quietly at the back of the room, spoke up. His voice was low but steady.

“I knew something was off,” Duke said, his eyes fixed on the screen. “I couldn’t put my finger on it, but... she’d been acting weird around me. Always asking questions—asking about the family, the missions, everything. I thought I was paranoid.”

Damian had always been fiercely protective of what he considered his, no one could ever doubt that. He mocked you, saw you as his pathetic bastard older sister, he had wanted to hurt you. But now, as the reality of Tiffany’s betrayal settled in, something darker began to take root inside him. He remember your unconditional love for him, how you took everything he said did to you with grace and compassion. He remembered how good you were to him. He noticed that everything he thought he loved about Tiffany was what she stole from you. His eyes burned with rage as he thought about how Tiffany had wormed her way into the family and his heart, how she’d stolen your accomplishments, and how she’d attempted to erase his sibling from the very fabric of their world.

She was trying to replace her. That thought alone made his fists tighten, nails biting into his palms.

It had been a long time since Damian had felt this kind of protective rage. He was the blood of the Wayne family, the one who deserved to be at the center of it all, but you; his blood sibling, his equal, had always been ignored, undervalued ridiculed and neglected. And now Tiffany, a mere interloper, had dared to manipulate and tear him away from you.

Damian watched the family, his gaze flicking to each of them as they tried to process the betrayal. The anger from his family was palpable, but there was something else there too: possessiveness. Protectiveness. regret. They weren’t just angry at Tiffany for what she had done to you, they were furious at themselves for pushing you away and leaving you alone and unprotected in New York.

You were his responsibility, his blood, and no one; not even Tiffany, was going to steal you away from him. He had always wanted to prove his superiority to the others, but now that wasn’t his focus. His attention was fixed solely on bringing you back to him, where you belonged.

Cass, who had been silently observing, nodded. Her face was unreadable, but the tension in her jaw told Tim that she, too, had been sensing something wrong for weeks.

Steph, ever the sharp observer, had her arms crossed over her chest, her usual sarcasm now tempered with a cold seriousness. “I knew she wasn’t perfect, but this? This is next-level crazy. Are you sure bout this Time?” She leaned forward, her voice suddenly harder.

Barbra was too shocked to say anything. This was not how today was supposed to go.

Alfred glanced toward Bruce. “Master Bruce,” he said softly, “the level of infiltration, this is something I never anticipated. We should have seen the signs.”

Bruce’s expression was steely. “We were too distracted, too willing to accept her presence as part of the family. We let our guard down.”

“That’s not just her fault,” Dick interjected. “We’ve all been too trusting. Especially with everything that happened with (y/n).” His voice hardened as he glanced at the screen again, eyes flicking to Tim. “What now? What do we do about it?”

Tim stepped forward, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. “I’ve already notified our allies. The information she’s passed is enough to give this organization an upper hand in Gotham, maybe beyond. She hasn't revealed our identities but she might soon. we can’t let her get away with it. She’s been playing us this whole time.”

Steph threw her hands up in exasperation. “So what, we just let her go? She’s been lying to us, manipulating us for months! ?”

Tim’s eyes were cold, calculating. “We’ll have to trap her. Use the information she’s already stolen to set her up. Once we confront her, we’ll make sure she doesn’t get away.”

Bruce’s fists were clenched at his sides, his jaw set in stone. He had failed [Y/N]—he had failed his child. The weight of that was too much for him to bear. “This ends now. We’re going to fix this.”

Ok yall since apparently 8 ppl think my work is absoulte shit and and SURE i knew how they felt this is pretty rushed and i feel like it sucks! anyway!! i hope at least some people enjoy <33 send in nice aks and questions and ideas pls. its so fun answering them. yall are mind readers and are so creative!! lmk if there's any typos bc I copy-pasted half of it from my notes app. yeah i did write half of this when i was supposed to be in class, and??? Next chapter Tiffany gets confronted, reader comes home, Batfam start groveling and regretting their actions, sort of on their way to yandere-ism and make reader move back to gotham to be closer to "family"

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kizzmexoxo · 6 months ago

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“Taught to Obey”

PAIRING - L.hs x OF reader x S.jy (Hee & Jake are both brothers)

WARNINGS - Smut, oral sex, unprotected sex, blackmailing, touching, slap (one time), voyeruism, slight dubcon, this is more of hee’s smut scene

WC - 1.7k+

a/n - This is one of my first fic I wrote. This will probably contain a part 2 (spoilers: will prob focus on Jake since this one was hee’s) depending on the outcome of this post. Have a good time reading and remember to separate reality & fiction. Thank you!

Part 2

You’re a perfect student. Straight A’s, good reputation, everyone knows and loves you. A sweet perfect angel in their eyes. Though, you had a secret of yours. A dark secret no one must know. Somehow, someone discovered that secret of yours. What’s worse is that it’s the brother who you’re tutoring of.

Everything started when you were called by your professor to have a chat.

“Amazing grades as usual, Y/n.” He gives a big smile and pushed up his glasses that was falling off his nose. You give him a smile and nodded as a thank you gesture.

“I have a proposal for you.” He continues, “Would you like to tutor one of my great friend’s kid? He says he was finding someone dependable, and you are very fit for that position.” You were pleased about the idea, even though you did hesitate a little.

He chuckles, “Of course you’re getting paid. My old friend offered $500 per hour. Would you be okay with that?” He looks up at you with expectant eyes while yours widened. “Seriously? Of course I’m taking it!” You say with an excited tone. He chuckles at your reaction. “Alright, you can start tomorrow. I’ll send you the address and details in your email.” You nodded and thanked him once again before taking your leave.

Studying has been always easy for you. So tutoring other people won’t be that hard. You hope.

The next day, you finally arrived at the address your professor sent you. The house was quite bigger than you expected. I mean, the owner offered you $500, of course they would be loaded. You knocked on the wooden door. You waited for a while, yet no response, you rang the doorbell. No response again. You sighed and knocked while ringing the doorbell at the same time, trying to get someone’s attention inside the house.

Finally the door opened, only revealing a tall boy with messy black hair, wearing black hoodie and grey sweatpants with a furious but tired look on his face.

“What do you want?“ he didn’t bat an eye at who he was talking to since he just woke up from a nap. He rubbed his left eye, as soon as he dropped his hand he locked eyes with you. You stare at him awkwardly. “Im a tutor here for..” you looked at your phone, “Jake Sim..” you look up at him, noticing him staring at you with those dark eyes that made you feel nervous.

He looks at you like he’s checking you out. He was. He looked at you up and down before making space for you to enter. You thanked him silently and entered the house. It very modern and spacious.

You turn your head to find out what felt like someone was been piercing the back of your head and noticed how the man who let you in had a seductive look on his face. Or maybe he was just really attractive.

Before you could say anything, the sound of footsteps going down the stairs got your attention. “Sorry! I was taking a shower.” Said a man who looked younger. He came up to you, flashing you a big smile. He looked like a happy dog.

“I’m Jake Sim, you must be the tutor.” You nodded and gave him a smile back. “Y/n Y/l/n.” He nods, “Father isn’t here today but he knows you’re coming. Let’s head up to my room?”

“Alright.” You give him a smile as starts walking up the stairs. Before you could follow him, you felt an arm wrapped around your waist. “Make yourself at home, y/n.” The taller man whispers on your ear after leaving to go up the stairs. What the heck?

You arrived Jake’s room.

He leads you to his table as he sat on the opposite side of you. You sat down and your session has started.

It’s been an hour since getting to know each other and started on a topic he was failing at. You had noticed that in sometimes he gets touchy. Whenever you pass notes or paper to him, he purposely place his palm onto yours before he takes it. Or when he chose to sit beside you and start playing with one of your fingers resting on the table.

You didn’t mind at first since maybe this was his habit. Although his touches were getting intense. His hand now on your thigh, squeezing it slightly as you try to discuss this one equation to him. It just had been less than two hours.

I could feel his hand reaching higher and higher till his pinky finger slightly graze on your mound. That’s when I grab his hand, to stop him.

“Jake. Are you even listening to me?” I lock eyes with him. He still had that innocent look on his face as if he weren’t just about to grasp on my cunt.

He sighs. “I was wondering when you were going to stop me.” He smiles. “I wish you didn’t though.” His hand lowered but was still on my thigh.

“You should stop.” You remove his hand from your thigh. “Last warning, Jaeyun.” He chuckles and accepted his defeat. “Okay don’t be mad. It was just a joke.” He hums and shows a pout. How can you get mad at a face like that.

Minutes have passed. You excused yourself to go to the bathroom. You walked out of Jake’s room and met yourself with a hallway. You proceeded to walk with Jake’s directions.

As you continued to walk down the hallway, you met the taller boy again. He locked eyes with you and showed a smirk.

“You again.” You give him a small smile, walking pass him. “You’re familiar you know.” You paused your tracks. You turned around, seeing already him looking at you. “What do you mean?”

He took a step closer and took out his phone. You were confused what he was doing until he showed it to you. Your OF. Fuck. Your screwed.

You took a step closer trying to grab his phone but he quickly swing it away. “Hey there.”

“What are you trying to do with that?” He chuckles, “What? I haven’t subscribed yet. Should I?” He leans down close to your face. “Don’t show that to anyone.” You got straight to the point.

“Whoah, calm down princess.” He laughs in your face. This was very fun for him. “Who knew the ‘angel’ of the school sells her body like this.”

“Keep your tone down!” You cover his mouth with both your hands, not wanting Jake to hear.

Wait a sec. He knows you? Oh my gosh, how could I not recognize him. Lee Heeseung, the known troublemaker in the campus.

You never knew he had a brother. Though that’s not your concern right now. I gasp. “Heeseung.”

He held your hand to remove it from his mouth,“Took you long enough to recognize me.”

you sighed. “Seriously, heeseung. Don’t show that to anyone.” He scoffs. “Why not? I was planning to show jake.”

You hit his shoulder. “No..! I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

You look up at him before hesitatingly agreeing by nodding.

“I saw how Jake touched you back there.” He suddenly says, stepping forward, our bodies so close to each other.

“I stopped him.”

“Will you stop me too?” He lets wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, closing the gap between your bodies.

“Heeseung-“

“You said anything. Or you want me to show Jake your dirty pictures?”

You kept quiet. Letting him touch you.

“Do you show your little tits in this website?”

You looked away, avoiding his eyes and questions. That didn’t last long as he grab your chin to make you face him.

“Answer me.”

You nodded, embarrassed.

“Can you show me too?” He says breathlessly.

I look up at him again, noticing his dark eyes, craving for lust.

“Come on.” He grinds his body to yours.

“Show me and I’ll keep it a secret. Both your account and now.”

You sigh in defeat, nodding.

That’s how you ended up on Lee Heeseung’s bedroom, your legs spread out, your hand covering your mouth to avoid making loud moans. You glance down, the sigh of his messy black hair and his face digging into your wet cunt.

You whimper from his licks and kisses all over your cunt and your inner thighs.

“This taste so good.” He says before diving back in again. You can feel his warm tongue inside your cunt. His tongue pushing back and forth your entrance and swirling.

He teases you by giving a kiss onto your clit then sucking onto it. You moan

You wonder how many minutes have past. Jake is probably looking for you already. “Hee..” You whimper. “Jake is probably looking for m-me.. that’s enough..”

He looks up and chuckled. “I haven’t even fucked you yet. Now you want to leave?”

He suddenly turned you around, your face in his pillows and your ass raised up with your back arching. He gives your ass a slap. You let out a muffled scream against the pillows.

You can feel his tip, rubbing it up and down into your wet slit. “Going to fuck this pussy real good.”

He slid it in, he groans at your walls clenching into his dick. You let out a gasp after he pulls it out and rams in back in. You grip his dark grey sheets as he continues to thrust his hips faster.

His head rolls back while he continues pounding, hitting your cervix. Both of his hands gripped on your hips, making his dick slide even deeper.

Not even an hour in, the room was already filled with pants, heavy breathing, and moans. You wonder if Jake could hear you from his room. You were scared to get caught, but it was thrilling.

“Heeseung! Please hurry.. i still have to tutor your brother.”

“Step brother.” He thrusts faster. “And he can wait.”

It connected. Their last names weren’t the same, yet? You had no time to think about that as he fucks you like an animal. You let out a pained moan, but you were feeling good. Really good.

So good that you didn’t realize Jake watching the whole entire time. His eyes glued to you. Fuck you were so hot getting rammed like that. He wished he was in Heeseung’s place right now.

Heeseung glanced on his side, seeing his brother, step brother rather, peeking through his door. He gives him a smirk and continued to thrust into you harder.

“S-slow down..!” You whine. He looks down at you, sliding his palm behind the back of your neck and brought you closer to his face, giving you a kiss. He slides his tongue inside you as he thrusts into you, reaching his limit.

Finally, he lets it out. Your walls painted white by his cum. You moan gasp one more time while your legs shivering from the sensation. He lets go of your neck and leans back to enjoy the pleasant view in front of him. He wanted to go for round two.

He looks back to his door to find Jake gone. He scoffs and ran his sweaty hair with his hand as he turned to look at you again, fully blissed out.

You pant and took a glance at him, already looking at you. He brought his face close to you, his palm on the side of his face and gave you another kiss. “Let’s do this again, yeah?”

“You don’t want me spreading that little secret of yours.”

You stare at him, disheveled. What will you do now?

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sturniqlo · 10 months ago

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I CANT DO IT ALONE- CHRIS STURN

summary: while mom!y/n stays home with their littles all day, chris doesn't see how tired she is and he puts more pressure on her. BLURB

cw: cursing, ANGST; arguing, crying, exhaustion, FLUFF; kissing, comforting, resolved angst

an: not apart of my positive series | lowkey hate this | lowercase intended

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"daddy!" the littlest child, leslie, runs to the front door when she hears the door opening. "hey, les! how's my little girl?" chris smiles and locks the door behind him before kneeling down to pick up his daughter. "so so happy that you are home!" she squeals, wrapping his arms around his neck tightly. "yeah, i'm happy to be home too." he kisses her cheek.

"where are your siblings?" he refers to his five year old set of twins and his ten month old baby. "uhm- landon is watching a movie, lia is playing in our playroom and layla is sleeping." she says as chris walks them, and steps over some toys, towards the kitchen where he hears y/n shuffling around. "why don't you go get lia while i say hi to mommy." he puts her back on the floor.

"okay!" she nods, her pigtails swaying in the process. "lia! daddy is home!" the three year old goes up the stairs. chris enters the kitchen and sees his y/n preparing the twins' lunch for tomorrow. "hey, baby." he wraps his arms around her waist from behind. "oh, hey you're home." she turns her head and smiles softly at him. a tiredness in her eyes that chris doesn't seem to notice. "how was your day today?" she asks, going back to making the lunches.

"tiring," y/n almost a scoffs. "i had three meetings for future drops and filmed a video with nick and matt." he kisses her neck. "oh, well, i'm glad you're home now." she closes up the small containers. "hey, is it okay if-" she gets cut off by she yelling of leslie. "mom! lia won't give me the princess pjs!" she stomps into the kitchen. "these are mine!" lia comes in behind her, wearing the pink princess pajamas.

"leslie, you have the same exact ones in your closet." y/n says, opening the fridges and putting the lunches away. "no i don't! mine are dirty!" her lip quivers. "you didn't do the laundry today?" chris says, leaning against the island counter. "no, i had to go grocery shopping, clean the kitchen, our bathrooms, and i just washed everyone's bed sheets." she says, the girls still arguing.

"i'm sure you still had some extra time to do a load or two." he adds on. "no, chris. i had to take care of layla, she's still sick." she sighs, cleaning up a spill of juice from earlier. "hey, mom. can i stay up late and watch toy story 2?" landon comes in. "no landon, you have preschool tomorrow." y/n says for the third time today, he had asked her that earlier. "dad?" landon looks to chris. "of course you can, bud." he ruffles the boys' hair. "you're the best! see mom, dad lets me."

"chris, he has to wake up early tomorrow, he can't stay up late. it's almost time for bed." she looks at chris. "c'mon, just for today." y/n shakes her head. "no. kids, go brush your teeth." chris rolls his eyes at her stubbornness. "why are you being so strict?" he asks. "im not." she practically laughs. "just let landon stay up, tomorrow is friday anyway."

"exactly, he can stay up late tomorrow." she leaves the kitchen and chris follows. she walks into laylas bedroom and checks in on her. she had gotten sick two days ago. "oh my gosh!" chris whispers. "what?" she says. "i forgot to get the medicine for her yesterday." y/n shakes her head. "it's okay, i bought it today." y/n grabs a tissue from the changing table and cleans the snot from layla. "i'm sorry." he says. "it's okay, it happened already." she throws the tissue away and exits the room.

"did i do something? why are you mad." chris continues to follow her back downstairs. "stop it, chris!" she abruptly stops and turns to face him. chris stands there in shock at her sudden outburst. "just stop! i've had the most tiring days- weeks of my life! and you're here saying that you've had a tiring day all because of three meetings and filming video?"

before chris could say anything back, one of the kids upstairs called for y/n. "mom! she spit on me!" y/n sighed and turned back around going back up the stairs to resolve whatever was going on. chris decided to go back into the kitchen and look for the dinner y/n had mentioned earlier.

chris ate dinner alone while y/n was upstairs putting the kids to sleep. he cleaned his used dishes before going upstairs to his bedroom. "wanna tell me what that was all about?" he said when he saw y/n putting on the bedsheets she had washed. "lia had spat on landon." she said. chris shook his head. "not that, i'm talking about what you had said earlier." he walked closer and picked up a pillow along with a clean pillow cover.

"i don't want to talk about it." she mumbled, going back to putting on the bedsheet. "why not, there's clearly something bothering you." he pushes on. "you want to know what's bothering me chris?" she pauses. "i feel like i'm raising these kids all by myself. you're never home! you leave before the twins wake up for school, and you don't return until they're going to bed! on the weekends it's the same!"

"i'm working, you know that." chris says sternly. "i understand that, chris. but does it hurt to take at least one day off? just one day to spend time with them? just one weekend?" she runs a hand though her hair, frustrated. "do you not understand that i'm working my ass off for us! for our kids! for their futures!"

"i know that chris, but you have the privilege to choose to work from home- to stay home and you don't use it!" chris rolls his eyes. "you have the most easiest job in the world, you just watch the kids play, feed them and change laylas diapers!" he raises his voice.

"you're kidding right?!" she scoffs. "you think taking care of four kids alone is easy? i make them breakfast, i take the twins to school, i have to buckle all four of them in the car even with two of them are crying, i have to give a toddler and a baby my attention at the same time, i teach les basic things, i have to clean the whole house, i do the laundry, i cook, i take the trash out, i change diapers, i pick the twins up from school, i help the twins with their homework, i shower all four, i get them ready for bed, i break up arguments, i deal with their tantrums. im tired chris. i have no time for myself."

"i love those kids with all of my heart, but you promised me, chris. you promised me that we would raise them together! it seems like i'm raising them all by myself. and i understand that you're providing financially for us- for them, but i need your help in a non-financial way." she feels tears racing down her face. she didn't even know she was crying.

"y/n.." chris had never realized she was feeling like this. he felt bad, he hated that he never saw this. she was right, he was always there, but never there. he doesn't remember the last time he actually sat down with his children and played with them. "i- i don't know if you actually care about what i just said, but ive kept it in for so long i thought i'd let you know how i feel." with that, she turns around and walks to their bathroom and shuts the door.

chris sighs and runs a hand through his hair, taking it all in. "mom!" he hears one of his kids yell for their mom. without hesitation, he sits up and goes to who was yelling. "layla? you okay?" he sees that her door was the only one cracked open. "daddy?" she whispers. "it's me, why're you crying, sweetheart?" he takes a seat on her small bed when he sees her cheeks are damp with tears. "i- why are you and mommy yelling at each other?"

chris' heart breaks when he hears that his daughter heard them arguing. "we just- we had a little argument- just like you and your siblings have sometimes. but, everything is okay. i promise." the little girl smiles at the reassurance. "oh, okay."

"would you like me to take you and your brother to school tomorrow?" he says after he had been laying with her for sometime. "really?" she gasps. "of course!" he says. "will we pass for donuts? mommy always takes us every friday to get donuts for breakfast." she plays with the hem of his shirt. "we can, does mommy get a donut for herself?" she nods. "mhm, she likes the strawberry sprinkles, she told us you bought one for her on her birthday a long time ago." chris laughs at the exaggeration. "wasn't that long ago, just seven years ago."

chris recalls the time when they had just started dating, it was her birthday and he bought her a strawberry frosted donut with sprinkles and stuck a candle on it. "that's so far ago." she giggles.

he had stayed with her until she fell back asleep again. quietly, he exited the room and gently shut the door behind him. chris headed back to his bedroom where the soft glow of the lamp lit up the room. "babe, are you sleeping?" he says, closing the door and walks over to the bed where y/n is currently laying down. "no." she says and sits up on her shoulder. her hair a bit damp, chris knew she never liked to fully dry her hair with the blow dryer. "can we talk? i don't want to argue, i hate arguing." he tosses his shoes off and situates himself next to her.

"okay." she grabs her glasses off of the side table since she doesn't have her contacts in. they sit in silence for a bit until chris decides to talk first. "'m sorry you've been feeling this way. and- and i cant believe i didn't take notice. i mean everything was right in front of me. i'm never home, you're always alone with the kids, you're constantly tired. i- i'm so sorry, babe. i never meant to make you feel like this- to put you through this."

"it's- it's okay chris. i know you've been so busy with the new drop and everything. but, i just want to let you now that i'm not asking you to drop everything and stay home with us forever, just asking you to take a few days off during the week. i miss you, the kids miss you." chris wraps his arm around y/n and pulls her into his chest.

"'m sorry, 'm so sorry. i'll stay home until wednesday, when i have to film, how's that sound, hm?" he presses a kiss to her forehead. "really?" she looks up at him. "of course, anything for you." he says and lays them both down. "chris!" she squeals.

"let me love on my wife!" he kisses her neck up to her lips. "how about i take you out on saturday night? we take the kids to matt and nicks house. and we go to a nice restaurant and come back here for the night?" he pecks her lips. "i would love that." she hums, kissing him back. they lie together on the bed for a while until y/n speaks up.

"as much as i love being like this, you know i hate outside clothes on the bed." she tugs on his shirt. "i knew i couldn't get away with it." he sighs and kisses her lips before getting up. "i'll be in the shower, choose a movie for when i get out."

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bakug0uzb1thc · 3 months ago

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saw this trend and was like ‘im going to imagine this as Katsuki’ and it hasn’t stopped bouncing between my 2 brain cells. this would NEVER happen in cannon.. but hypothetically. (I’m going to shut up.)

(You and Bakugou are both 2nd years but your younger than him just fyi.)

Katsuki Bakugou x fem! Reader

warning: teen parents, suggestive, cruising, mentions of smut themes.

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It happened by accident, you were being stupid teens and made a mistake and trusted your birth control too much and ended up pregnant.

You were sixteen and petrified— but if you had the option to go back in time you would do it all over again.

Telling Katsuki was more of a ‘what the fuck do we do.’ Conversion then a ‘please don’t leave me.’

Yes you are scared to tell Katsuki but he was your best friend before anything else and you needed him the most.

When you told his parents they laid it out very simply. They were not joyed at the fact their son knocked you up but that was on you both as well as your decision on what to do.

You both agreed to keep the baby, you understood the consequences and responsibility’s of not only getting pregnant and how your parents were gonna ground you like crazy (it didn’t happen it was an empty threat that Mitski once told.) but Also having a baby and how heavy that truly was.

But it all worked out— you gave birth to a healthy baby girl that you named Sumire and it was like a light was turned on.

The first week was rough, having to wake up to crying in the middle of the night, the postpartum phase and the constant lactation.

It was default but that’s what you both signed up for. Happily. And you both got a pretty neat label at UA as the ‘one iconic couple that had a kid.’

Once she was 5 months old it truly hit you that you and Katsuki were teen parents.

“we’re fucking parents.” You were sitting on his bed, back towards his wall holding your daughter in your lap while she played with your fingers babbling to herself.

He put a hand on the back of his seat to turn his body to look at you and his daughter. “yeah it’s not news.” He admired the sight, taking a mental picture of the way you held her.

“How’d that happen?” You said in shock, acting like it just happened.

“had sex and you said ‘oh don’t worry Katsuki I’m on birth control have a field day’” he emphasized the end of his sentence.

“Okay you’re funny. Now do me a favor and take your daughter my thigh is going numb.” You said holding her up for him to hold.

He wanted a girl so bad (would never admit it) but he pumped his fist in the air when he found out the gender.

He got up without a complaint and took the infant from your lap, and held her small hand in his own and kissed her palm, When he did it always made her laugh and he adored it.

He would gets cuteness aggression BAD.

“I’d do it again.” He spoke up between kisses. “Do what again?” You raised a brown in confusion at what he said. “Cum.” He let out devilish chuckle.

“Omg Katsuki.” You covered your flushed face at his wording, pointing at what caused you to end up with a daughter.

“All jokes aside- I’m not complaining. I think it’s tits that I have a mini me.” He chewed her chubby cheek lightly, making her look at you confused but still wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Language.” You poked, acting like you didn’t just curse 5 minutes ago.

“Oh my god! Sumire do you hear your mom. Telling me to watch my language. Get a load of this.” He hugged the baby against his cheek, putting his other hand on her other cheek and squishing her face slightly.

You couldn’t take him seriously. “You’re a jerk.” You said sitting on your knees dragging him down to the bed safely watching as he was holding your daughter securely.

“Jerk you had a kid with.” He laid on your lap, holding Sumire against his chest.

“I’m aware.” You reached down to kiss him on the lips.

It wasn’t planned but it worked out and that’s all that mattered to both of you. The best thing that happed to the two of you was Sumire and she didn’t even know.

(I am convinced I’m unable to write a short fic. Thank you for reading my inner thoughts, this has to be the fic I enjoyed writing the most^_^!!)

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norrisainz33 · 11 months ago

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European getaway || cs55

☆ summary: y/n goes on a vacation to spain and ends up meeting carlos sainz by chance. tho she has no idea her european fling is actually a very successful f1 driver

☆ pairing: carlos sainz x nonfamous!reader

☆ fc & warnings: none

☆ requested: yes! thank you sm for this wonderful request

pt. 2

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ynuser: more than that 🤭 him and his friend are going to take us out for dinner tomorrow and show us around town 😫😍🫶🏻

yourbff: OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

yoursibling: girl you wildin and i love it. stay safe pls

ynuser: yes of course bb

friend3: why that man kinda look familiar

ynuser: if u figure it out lmk

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[1. sightseeing courtesy of our new friend carlos. 3. looks like we found ourselves some dates 😉]

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friend2: y/n are you sharing churros con chocolate with a MAN

ynuser: YES

ynuser: i’ve been caught

friend2: you sneak.. i need every single detail

yourbff: i feel like we are in a movie for real

ynuser: i think we might be

yoursibling: how is it that you and y/bff/n always end up in these sorts of romance novel type situations

ynuser: it’s bc we are the it girls 💅🏻

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user1: what are you doing in madrid carlos

user2: OMG WHO IS THAT IN THE SECOND SLIDE CARLOSSSSS

landonorris: and what do we have here 👀

carlossainz55: just some travels in spain!

landonorris: with a girl??

carlossainz55: good catch 😉

landonorris: DETAILS?!

carlossainz55: if you must know and you promise to keep it secret

landonorris: of course mate

carlossainz55: i met this gorgeous girl in a club in barcelona and we hit it off. she doesn’t know im a driver she just thinks im a guy on holiday and its been rather refreshing so now im showing her around spain

landonorris: i support you in this brother but you know you’re gonna have to explain the whole famous thing at some point

carlossainz55: i know i know

user3: just fell to my knees is this a soft launch

charlesleclerc: enjoying break i see 😏

carlossainz55: yes i am 😏

user4: everyone stay calm!!!! stay CALM

user5: so little info here how am i supposed to find this girl by her shoes 🫣

user6: can’t wait till f1gossip sees this

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yoursibling: hold up did HE COME WITJ YOU GUYS

ynuser: yes 🤭

ynuser: when i tell you i think i met the love of my life

yoursibling: ugh i’m so jealous but also so happy for you!! you deserve this

friend2: bruh he’s fine as heck what is going on here

ynuser: no i know

yourbff: wait send me the pic of carlos and teto carrying our luggage pls im begging

ynuser: done and done

friend3: y/n y/m/n y/l/n have you ever seen a formula 1 race before

ynuser: you mean like the race cars?

friend3: yes the race cars!!!! i’m 99.9% sure that man in your photos drives for the FERRARI F1 TEAM. THAT IS THE CARLOS SAINZ

ynuser: oh my god… you’re right …….. he’s a FAMOUS FERRARI DRIVER?!

ynuser: oh my god he has 10 million followers

friend3: how did you NOT know this!!!!!!!!

ynuser: idk!!! i don’t follow f1!!!

friend3: well now you legally have to

ynuser: clearly omg

friend3: YOURE THE GIRL IN HIS STORY OFNEKGN

ynuser: OMG I AM

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f1gossip: carlos sainz has been spotted getting cozy with a mystery girl in madrid! we think this has got to be the girl who was in the story carlos posted a few days ago. they’ve also been spotted out at dinner with another woman and who we believe to be teto!! no information on who they are just yet but seem by all accounts to not be anyone we know

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user1: when will it be my turn!!!!

user2: that should be me 😭😭😭 happy for her i guess 😭😭😫😫

user3: so he was soft launching someone

user4: happy for him ig

friend3: ynuser girl

ynuser: oh my god

friend2: girl oh my god

yourbff: omg stop ???? is this movie about us???

user6: do you all know something we don’t

user3: no bc your profile pics kinda be similar to the girl in the pics f1 gossip posted 👀

user6: carlos doesn’t follow them yet but maybe that’ll change

user3: WAIT IT SAYS HES FOLLOWING YNUSER NOW

user5: i am so envious

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friend3: ok so the fan girls have found us it seems

ynuser: they really have… i have 2,694 follower requests right now

yourbff: the f1gossip account is trying to contact me,, they’re literally in my dms rn…. you look hot tho 😘😍😫

ynuser: they’re also trying to message me too. never thought our trip to spain would end up like this (i’m not complaining this is just a little overwhelming)

yourbff: me neither but if it had to happen i’m glad you met carlos!! you two seem like genuinely really well matched. i know it’s only been like…. 3 weeks but im stanning and shipping y/ncarlos so hard

ynuser: 😮‍💨😭 y/ncarlos omg stop hahaha

ynuser: i’m planning to put him in my pocket and take him back to the states with us

carlossainz55: ay dios mío hermosa chica 😍😍

ynuser: 🤭 you’re making me blush

carlossainz55: good, it’s cute when you blush

ynuser: you really have 10 million followers and drive for the scuderia ferrari huh

carlossainz55: yes mi amor. im sorry for not telling you sooner… i just really was enjoying getting to know you as just carlos and not as the ferrari driver

ynuser: and that makes sense i just … this is all just a bit intimidating

carlossainz55: no reason to be intimidated, i’m still just carlos 🥺

ynuser: if you say so

carlossainz55: i do say so hermosa🤍

carlossainz55: now that the cat is out of the bag…. do you want to come watch me race?

ynuser: you want me to come to one of your races?

carlossainz55: only if you want to! no pressure at all tho y/n/n

ynuser: i’d love to 😫

carlossainz55: i was hoping you’d say that. i’ll make arrangements for you to come to monza 😉

ynuser: italy?! omg i’ve never been to italy!!!!

carlossainz55: never?! oh boy then i have quite the time planned for us

landonorris: i feel like an elite member of a very exclusive club for being able to follow

ynuser: you are!! only 231 other people have the privilege

friend2: please send lando norris my number i see he’s following you now

ynuser: HAHAHAAH i respect the hustle. i tell him about you when i meet him in person in 2 weeks

friend2: IN PWROSN Y/N WHAT

yoursibling: bestie why are race car fan accounts trying to contact me all the sudden

ynuser: so you know that man i’ve been seeing while in spain with y/bff/n? turns out he’s a very famous formula 1 driver

yoursibling: you’ve got to be kidding me

ynuser: i am being very for real

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ynuser: thank you to spain for literally changing my life

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friend2: omg that’s where my sunglasses went 🙄

ynuser: idk what you’re talking abt 🤭

yourbff: thanks for going on the trip of a lifetime with me y/n/n

ynuser: i love you bestie 🫶🏻

carlossainz55: and thank you to the universe for crossing our paths 🥹

ynuser: thank you universe, i am forever grateful 😫

landonorris: ok cool girl alert

ynuser: you know it

friend3: i’m not sure how to act normal in these comments y/n

ynuser: me neither

yoursibling: you’re never coming home after italy in a few weeks are you

ynuser: nope!

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carlossainz55: happy for the team, charles and the tifosi. it’s a shame i missed the podium but at least i got to spend my birthday with my favorite girl. until next time monza!

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user2: ohhhhhh a hard launch

user3: i wish he got a podium in his last monza in a ferrari

charlesleclerc: ❤️ thank you chili

alexandrasaintmleux: cuties 🤍

user4: this hard launch is distracting me from the immense sadness, thanks carlos

user55: she’s living my dream your honor

ynuser: feliz cumpleaños mi amor

carlossainz55: gracias princessa

ynuser: gracias por una semana perfecta [thank you for a perfect week]

carlossainz55: de nada 🤍

user10: you did all you could carlos

scuderiaferrari: we are proud of you chili

user16: you and your big brain still did amazing

yourbff: you did great carlos!

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cater 2 you - jey u.

parings: sub!jey uso x oc! aliyah (gif credit @81gb)

warnings: sub parings, p in v, oral!male receiving, masturbation, (oc is really just caring for jey), riding, (im so bad at this)

📝: based on the post from rikishi’s interview here. i wanted to get this out before wrestlemania, so after the show i know how to write part 2.

jey was exhausted. he could barely even stand up longer than 15 minutes without the thought of falling asleep trying to over consume him. he wanted nothing more than at least 24 hours of sleep. but he couldn't have that.

not with wrestlemania approaching.

jey wanted it all. he knew he couldn't complain about the load on his plate, when his goal was to eat. he was on the run. while everyone was going home, he was staying out either working out, doing press, or doing extra events. while everyone was getting rest, he was preparing to give it his all. but he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel himself wearing thin.

today was the one weekend he had off in awhile. 2 whole days. and he looked forward to sleeping them away, before his flight early monday for raw.

pulling up to his home, he couldn't stop the smile that broke onto his face.

aliyah was here.

aliyah was someone that no matter, how much he wanted to ignore the whole damn world...he'd never ignore her. she was the one.

the one who'd fall asleep on the phone with him, listen to his rants about the producers at work, celebrate his wins, cheer him after his losses. she was there. that's all that mattered to him.

jey grabbed his bags from the car and dragged his tired self to the front door. as soon as he turned the key and pushed it open, his senses came alive. the smell hit him first—something seasoned just right with that home-cooked love you can't fake. then the music floated through the air, goldlink's "u say" playing at just the right volume.

"aye yo!" he called out, dropping his bags by the door.

"in here, baby!" aliyah's voice sang back from the kitchen.

jey felt life coming back to his body with each step. when he rounded the corner, there she was—stirring something on the stove, her hips swaying to the music.

he barely made two steps into the kitchen before she ran into his arms. her face lighting up like a toddler on christmas. that's what she did; made him feel like a gift every time she saw him.

"ah! my man, my man, my man is homeeeeee," she sang as she threw her arms around him, her signature sol de janerio pistachio body butter filling up his nose,"i missed you so much."

jey wrapped his arms around his waist, liftin' her up slightly. "missed you more, babygirl."

when he set her down, she looked up at him, reachin' to touch the dark circles under his eyes. "you look beat, baby. seriously."

"i'm aight." he tired to brush it off. but aliyah knew better.

she knew how hard her man had been pushing himself lately. and if he didn't talk about it she damn sure could see it. even hear it. his mama had been calling her lately—she was worried he'd drive himself to be a zombie. he was always so tired every time they spoke. but tonight, she'd make sure she'd cure it. from friday night to sunday evening, he was hers. she'd repair him.

"you're not. and i know you're not," she told him pressing a small peck to his lips, "this weekend, isn't about wrestlemania, gunther's tall ass, yeet merchandise, your pop's, the producers, or any championship. you are going to relax this weekend. no phone, no game, no nothing. dinner is almost done, and when you're done eating, i'll have a bath for you. you clearly aren't taking care of yourself...so someone else is going to do it."

for the first time in weeks, jey felt the weight lifting. the road, the matches, the pressure—all of it fading away. tonight was about them. and he couldn't imagine nothing better.

jey couldn't help but laugh, feeling some of the tension leave his shoulders already. "you know me too well, ma."

"i always do." she winked at him before pushing him towards the kitchen island, "sit. and hand over the device."

jey felt a small hesitation, sensing it, aliyah reached her hand into his pocket snatching it away, "i don't give two fucks about wwe. but i care so much about you. whoever needs to reach you, can either wait or leave a voicemail."

she turned on his dnd, tossed his phone into a drawer, and turned to see him staring at her with his tongue in his cheek. he knew as much as he wanted to shut the wwe out this weekend, it didn't work that way, "i promise if it's important, i'll let you answer. but if it's an interviewer, it's a hell no. now anyways, what'd you wanna drink? i got pot roast smothered in gravy and loaded baked potatoes."

jey's stomach rumbled at the thought of it. he nearly drooled onto the floor, "water." he responded

he knew he'd be paying for it in the gym by eating such a high calorie meal. but right now? that thought was pushed to monday.

the meat glistened under the kitchen lights, tender and falling apart, swimming in rich brown gravy. she added two loaded baked potatoes on the side, cheese melting down their sides, bacon bits and green onions sprinkled on top like confetti. steam rose from the plate, carrying the aroma of herbs and spices that made jey's mouth water uncontrollably.

she grabbed a large ceramic plate—the good ones they only used for special occasions—and began piling it high.

"you ain't gotta do all that," jey said, watching her build his plate. she wasn't his mama after all.

"boy, hush up," aliyah replied, making sure the pot roast was centered perfectly. "when's the last time somebody took care of you proper, sir? not that protein shake bullshit or whatever they feedin' y'all on the road."

aliyah smiled, bringing the plate over and setting it in front of him. But when he reached for the fork, she playfully slapped his hand away.

"nuh-uh. you ain't doin' nothin' tonight but breathin'," she said, picking up the fork herself. she cut a perfect bite of the pot roast, making sure it was soaked in gravy, and lifted it to his lips. "open up."

jey raised an eyebrow, amused. "you finna feed me like I'm a whole baby?"

"you actin' like you don't want it," she teased, moving the fork closer to his mouth. "i see how you lookin' at this food."

"shit, i look at yo ass the same way." he smirked biting his lip.

"i'll feed that to you later too, if you beg."

he laughed, then parted his lips, accepting the bite. the moment the food touched his tongue, he closed his eyes, savoring the explosion of flavors—the tender meat practically dissolving, the rich gravy coating his mouth.

"mmm," he moaned. "girl, you put yo m'fuckin' foot in this."

as she continued feeding him, jey felt himself letting go completely. the intimacy of the moment wasn't lost on him—how she watched his face with each bite, how she wiped the corner of his mouth with her thumb when gravy threatened to escape.

"damn, you know how to take care of ya man," jey murmured as she scooped up another forkful, this time with a bit of potato mixed with the meat.

aliyah carefully balanced the perfect bite, making sure the sour cream was just right with the bacon bits clinging to the potato. "open," she commanded softly, and he obeyed without hesitation.

"mmm, girl," he groaned, eyes closing again. "you cookin' like you tryna get me fat for wrestlemania."

"please," she laughed, wiping a drop of gravy from his chin. "like anybody could make you fat. i seen how you be in that gym. this right here? this just fuel."

she continued feeding him, alternating between bites of the pot roast and potato, making sure each one was perfect. the ritual was intimate, something neither of them spoke about but both understood deeply. this wasn't just about food—it was about care, about surrender.

"y'know what jimmy told me?" jey said between bites. "said i been lookin' like a zombie walkin' 'round backstage."

"and he's right." she said, loading up another bite. "i ain't never seen nobody work as hard as you. you out there killin' yourself every night for them people."

"baby, i'm so close. i could be the next big thing ever. finally, something i worked hard for on my own, not as "the usos" but just jey uso." he responded, his voice adorned with determination

aliyah knew it too. he was going to be the next wwe champion. it was just a matter of time, before they raised his arms high and announced it, "i know, baby. but remember, you have to take care of you also."

she blew gently on the steaming potato before bringing it to his lips. the cheese stretched in long, gooey strings that she had to twirl around the fork. she'd pause to stroke his cheek or run her fingers through his hair, little touches that made him feel cherished.

"you ain't gotta go through all this trouble, either." he said, though his body language contradicted his words entirely.

"oh please boy, like hell i don't," aliyah said, pointing the fork at him before loading it with another perfect bite. "my man been out there bustin' his ass for months straight. don't tell me what i gotta and don't gotta do. this ain't trouble—this what you deserve."

she dabbed at the corner of his mouth with a napkin, then offered him a sip of water. the glass was cold, droplets of condensation sliding down the sides. she held it to his lips like it was precious medicine.

"i could get used to this," he murmured after swallowing.

"here, this the champion bite." she giggled picking up the last piece of the roast.

"yo ass crazy, liyah." he chuckled, dropping his lips to take in the last bite.

after the last bite disappeared between his lips, aliyah stood up, running her hand through his hair. "come on, champion," she said, her voice low and sweet as she took his hand.

when they reached the bedroom, the ambiance hit him immediately. Candles flickered on nearly every surface, casting dancing shadows across the walls. the lights were off, but the room glowed with a golden warmth that made everything feel dreamlike.

the air was thick with essential oils and something sweeter—maybe vanilla—creating an atmosphere that immediately began to melt away the tension in his shoulders.

a soft playlist of R&B slow jams hummed from the bluetooth speaker—the one she always played when she wanted to create their own little world.

aliyah's fingers found the hem of his shirt, lifting it slowly. "arms up," she commanded softly. he complied without hesitation, allowing her to pull the fabric over his head. her hands traced the definition of his chest, lingering over the bruises from his last match.

"baby, these look painful," she whispered, bending to press her lips against a particularly dark mark on his ribs.

she unbuckled his belt next. the metal clinked as she pulled it through the loops. then came the button of his jeans, followed by the zipper. she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of both his jeans and boxers, sliding them down his powerful thighs.

"come on," she whispered, guiding him toward the bathroom where steam curled into the air from the tub she'd prepared.

the bathroom was transformed—candles lined the edge of the tub, which was filled with water that glistened with bath oils. bubbles floated on the surface, creating patterns that shifted with every tiny movement of the water.

"damn," he breathed. "you went all out."

"boy, get in," she instructed, her voice gentle but leaving no room for argument.

the water embraced him like a warm hug as he sank into it, his muscles immediately beginning to thank him. Aliyah knelt beside the tub, rolling up the sleeves of her shirt.

"lean forward," she said, reaching for a loofah. she began to wash his back in slow, deliberate circles, paying special attention to the knots that had formed between his shoulder blades.

"you carrying the whole damn company on these shoulders," she murmured, pressing her thumbs into a particularly tight spot.

jey groaned, half in pain and half in relief. "shit, that feels good, baby."

she worked her way down his body, washing away the grime of travel and the sweat of his grueling schedule. her touch was both clinical and intimate—ensuring every inch of him was clean while making him feel completely worshipped.

her hand slipped beneath the water, fingers tracing the defined lines of his abdomen before moving lower. when she wrapped her hand around him, jey inhaled sharply, his head falling back against the edge of the tub.

"that's it," she murmured, her lips now trailing along his jawline. "just feel. don't think about nothing else."

jey's eyes fluttered closed as she worked him with expert precision, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply, when to speed up, when to slow down.

"you work so hard," she murmured, pressing kisses along his jawline, "always giving to everyone else. you deserve to feel good,"

the water splashed as her hand moved in the pace of the music. she made sure to softly tug and squeeze at the mushroomed head when she made it to the top.

jey's breath caught in his throat. "liyah," he groaned, his hips instinctively rising to meet her touch.

aliyah smiled against his neck, planting open-mouthed kisses along the skin there. his moans grew louder. he could feel his stomach starting clenching.

"ah-ah fuck, liyah." he panted out in a tortured rasp.

her pace quickened. she rubbed her thumb over his tip before sliding back down. her free hand came up to cup his face, turning it toward her so she could capture his earlobe between her teeth. she tugged gently, then soothed the spot with her tongue, all while maintaining the perfect rhythm below the water's surface.

"i love seeing you like this," she whispered, her voice low and intimate. "when you're not being jey uso the superstar… just my man."

she reached her free hand into the water, starting to work his dick with both; one twisting and the other working up and down.

"that's it," she whispered, her voice like velvet against his ear. "you work so hard for everyone else. this moment is just for you. just for us."

jey's hips bucked involuntarily as she press, water sloshing over the edge of the tub as his control began to slip. aliyah maintained her rhythm, refusing to let up even as his movements became more desperate.

"i'm right here," she assured him, her lips brushing against the pulse point on his neck. she could feel it racing beneath her kiss. "let everything go. all that pressure, all that weight you've been carrying—just let it go."

his abs tightened, thighs tensing as his release neared. aliyah's free hand came up to cradle his face, turning him toward her so she could look into his eyes. the vulnerability she saw there made her heart clench.

"i love you," she whispered, her gaze locked with his. "cum for me, baby."

that was all it took. with a strangled cry, jey's body went rigid, his release pulsing through him in powerful waves. his cum spurting out into the water. some pooling ontop of her fist. a deep, guttural moan tore from his throat as his release pulsed through him, his hips lifting slightly out of the water with each wave.

"that's it," she crooned, maintaining her rhythm to guide him through every aftershock. "give it all to me."

liyah continued to work his dick—making sure he released everything pooled inside him. his toes clenched against the porcelain as her hand never stopped tugging at his dick. she wanted her man leave every ounce of stress in the tub.

"shit," jey breathed out, his head falling back against the tub as his body continued to pulse with aftershocks. "that was…fuck, i needed that."

aliyah smiled, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. "i could tell. you've been carrying all that tension for weeks." her fingers traced lazy patterns along his chest, dancing through the water droplets clinging to his skin. "how you feeling now?"

"like I hit a damn splash from the top rope," he murmured, his eyes still heavy-lidded with satisfaction. "but better. way better."

"you had all that built up in you," she laughed softly, reaching for a towel. "c'mon. this water's getting cold."

jey took her outstretched hand, standing up with water cascading down his powerful frame. aliyah wrapped the plush towel around his shoulders, taking her time to dry every inch of him.

she guided him to the bedroom, the candlelight casting their shadows against the wall in a intimate dance. "Lie down," she instructed softly, "on your stomach."

she guided him to the bedroom, "lie down," she instructed softly, "on your stomach."

jey complied, stretching out across the king-sized bed, his face nestled in the pillows. aliyah reached for a bottle of warming oil she'd placed on the nightstand, pouring some into her palms and rubbing them together.

"gonna take care of every inch of you tonight," she promised, straddling his lower back. her hands pressed into his shoulders, finding knots of tension that had been building for months.

"fuck! baby," jey groaned as her thumbs worked into a particularly tight spot. "that's—ah!—right there."

her hands worked methodically, moving from his neck and shoulders down his spine.

"that match with gunther really did a number on you," she observed, finding a knot near his left shoulder blade that made him wince.

"worth it though," he mumbled into the pillow. "crowd was electric."

"always thinking about the fans," she said, a smile in her voice as she leaned down to press a kiss between his shoulder blades. "that's why they love you."

her fingers worked like magic, identifying every strained muscle, every knot formed from countless matches and long flights. she paid special attention to his lower back, where the bruises from gunther's vicious attacks had left their mark, pressing firmly enough to release the tension but gently enough not to cause more pain.

"breathe into it," she whispered when he tensed beneath a particularly sensitive spot. "that's it, baby."

she poured more oil onto her hands before moving to his legs. she kneaded his calves, working up to his hamstrings, applying firm pressure to his muscles.

"turn over," liyah whispered softly.

jey complied, rolling onto his back with a satisfied groan. his eyes were heavy-lidded, relaxed in a way she hadn't seen in months. aliyah straddled his thighs, her hands gliding over his chest, tracing the definition of his abs, massaging away the remnants of tension she found.

she leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "how you feelin', baby?"

"like i died and den went to heaven, girl. damn, you good at this." he murmured against her mouth.

she smiled, trailing kisses along his jawline, down to the pulse point on his neck where she lingered, feeling his heartbeat steady beneath her lips. her kisses continued their journey downward, across his collarbone, to his chest where she paused to give attention to each of his nipples, circling them with her tongue. she sucked the small buds into her mouth with a 'pop' and gave a small bite.

"mmm," jey hummed, his hands coming up to rest on her hips.

aliyah's lips traced the ridges of his abs, her tongue dipping into his navel as her hands continued to massage his sides. she could feel goosebumps rising on his skin as she moved lower, her breath warm against his stomach.

"liyah," he breathed, his voice taking on that husky quality she loved so much.

she looked up at him through her lashes as she pressed kisses along the defined v-line of his hips. her hands massaged his thighs, working out knots he didn't even know were there. her touch was both gentle and firm, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply to his worn muscles. jey threw his head back, as his dick began to rise.

"damn, ma," he moaned, watching as she pressed soft kisses along his inner thigh.

her lips trailed higher, her breath warm against his skin. the anticipation built in his stomach, coiling like a spring as her mouth moved closer to where he needed her most. her fingertips traced patterns on his hip bones, sending shivers up his spine.

she pressed a kiss to his lower stomach, "let me help you relax,"

they maintained eye contact, as her lips wrapped around him. he felt his legs shake as he took in the feelings of her warm mouth around him. a groan escaped from deep in his chest as his hand instinctively moved to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair.

she hollowed her cheeks, creating the perfect suction as she bobbed her head up and down his length. her lips stretched wide around his girth, saliva gathering at the corners of her mouth. jey groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair as he watched her take him deeper with each downward motion.

"fuck, baby," he rasped, his abs tensing as she swirled her tongue around his tip before plunging back down.

aliyah moaned around him, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his body. she pulled back slightly, letting her tongue dance along the underside of his shaft, tracing the prominent vein there before focusing on the sensitive spot just beneath the head.

"goddamn," jey hissed, his hips involuntarily bucking upward.

she took him deeper then, relaxing her throat as she pushed past her comfort zone. her eyes watered as she fought against her gag reflex, determined to take all of him. the wet, obscene sounds filled the room as saliva dripped down his length and onto his thighs.

when she finally reached the base, her nose pressed against his pelvis, jey let out a string of curses. she held herself there, tears streaming down her cheeks as she swallowed around him, her throat constricting around his tip.

"shit, liyah! that feel so damn good." he groaned, his voice strained and desperate.

she pulled back with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. she barely caught her breath before diving back down, establishing a rhythm that had jey's toes curling. her hand worked what her mouth couldn't reach, twisting in perfect coordination with her bobbing head.

the slurping sounds grew louder, messier. spit coated his length, making the glide of her lips easier as she picked up speed. she gagged again when he hit the back of her throat, but pushed through it, tears streaming down her face as she looked up at him through wet lashes.

"you so fuckin' pretty." jey managed between ragged breaths, wiping away a tear from her cheek with his thumb.

aliyah pulled off with a pop, gasping for air. saliva dripped from her chin as she stroked him with both hands, maintaining eye contact. he could feel her swallowing around him, her throat muscles massaging his tip.

she had a goal for tonight. she wanted her man return to work damn near glowing like a lightbulb or a firefly. and cause of her? he was.

his abs clenched tight as he watched her work him. he let out desperate moans along with the sloppy, wet sounds of her mouth filled the room, punctuated by her muffled gags and his deep groans.

"fuck! mama—" he started to warn, feeling his abs starting to tighten, "i'm finna—"

jey's vision blurred, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. his thighs trembled as she swallowed around him one final time, her nose pressed against his pelvis, throat working frantically as she fought her gag reflex.

"fuck, fuck, fuck!" he growled into his fist, his voice hoarse and desperate as his orgasm tore through him like a hurricane.

his body went rigid as he erupted down her throat. thick, hot ropes of cum shot straight into her mouth, pulse after pulse. aliyah didn't miss a beat, her eyes watered but remained locked on his, watching as pleasure overtook him completely.

she moaned around him, the vibrations prolonging his pleasure as she continued to suck and swallow until she had drained him completely. jey's fingers tightened in her hair, his other hand gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white. his dick pulsed in her warm mouth. his hips bucked involuntarily as he continued to empty himself, his release seemingly endless after weeks of built-up tension.

only when his body finally went slack did she slowly pull away, licking her lips as she released him with a soft pop. he lay there panting, his chest heaving as if he'd just ran a marathon. his eyes were unfocused, staring at the ceiling as he tried to gather his scattered thoughts. aliyah wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she watched him come back to earth.

when he finally opened his eyes, he saw her looking up at him with that mischievous glint in her eyes. His lips curved into a lazy, satisfied grin.

"i'll buy yo ass whatever you want doin' all that shit, girl." he panted harshly, his voice still raspy from his intense release.

aliyah laughed, the sound like music to his ears. "oh forreal?" she teased, sitting up and reaching for the hem of her shirt. "i have been wanting my hair and nails done...and a new telfar bag. and a new juicy couture purse...but we'll talk about that later."

she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and panties. she pushed them down her legs with deliberate slowness. no matter how many times he'd seen her naked, he always lost his mind.

she climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips. the heat of her core pressed against his still-sensitive member, coaxing it back to life despite his recent release. jey's hands instinctively moved to her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh. she leaned down to kiss him deeply. he could taste himself on her tongue, bringing him right back to life.

she reached between them, wrapping her fingers around his length. despite his earlier releases, he was rock hard again, his cock pulsing with need in her hand.

slowly, she began to sink down onto him. her breath hitched as the thick head breached her entrance, stretching her in that delicious way that bordered between pleasure and pain.

jey's hands moved to her hips, but she slapped his hands away, "that't not how this works tonight,"

liyah bit her lip, pausing halfway down his length. she could feel every inch of him, his girth stretching her walls in a way that made her thighs tremble. it had been too long since they'd been together like this. her body needed time to remember him, to accommodate him.

"fuck, liyah!" he hissed, biting down on his lip, "you so fuckin' wet, mama. you feel so damn good."

she took a deep breath, then lowered herself completely, taking him to the hilt. they both moaned as he bottomed out inside her, their bodies finally connecting. she stayed still for a moment, adjusting to the stretch.

"you good?" jey asked, his voice tight with restraint.

jey wasn't... so accustomed to this. he loved the control. he wanted so bad to bite the bullet and snatch it back. he wanted to fuck her; still her movements, and bounce her up and down on his dick till she whined. fuck how exhausted he was.

but the sight of seeing his girl loose herself...her taking such good care of him, he was too inlove to let her. she catered to him.

liyah nodded, leaning forward to press her chest against his. the new angle sent him even deeper, making her gasp. she reached for his hands, guiding them above his head and interlacing their fingers. the position brought their faces close, their breath mingling as they locked eyes.

"i love you," she whispered against his lips, beginning to rock her hips slowly. the movement was subtle—not bouncing up and down, but grinding in circles that kept him deep inside her.

"i know," he whispered back, completely entranced by the sight of her above him, "i love you too."

her hips rolled like waves against the shore. each movement sent him impossibly deeper, his considerable girth stretching her walls until she felt completely filled. the delicious friction had her gasping, her inner muscles clenching around him instinctively.

liyah whimpered as she felt how the thick ridge of his head dragged against that spot inside her that made her vision blur.

she released his hands, sitting upright to brace herself against his chest. the new position had him hitting spots that made her thighs tremble, her breath coming in short, desperate pants.

"just like that," he encouraged, his voice a low rumble that she felt vibrate through his chest. "don't stop, mama."

her movements became more urgent, lifting herself almost completely off his length before sinking back down. the wet sounds of her pussy squelching around him filled the room, punctuated by their synchronized moans. each time she took him to the hilt, she ground her hips in tight circles, ensuring he touched every sensitive spot inside her.

jey's hands found her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. he wasn't guiding her movements, just holding on as she rode him with increasing abandon. her breasts bounced with each rise and fall, hypnotizing him.

"look at chu'," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "you so fuckin' perfect. keep fuckin' me."

she leaned forward, changing the angle again so his thick length dragged against her front wall with each movement. the thick ridge from his mushroomed head softly swiping over that spot deep inside her pussy.

liyah's increased, bouncing on him with newfound urgency. the mattress creaked beneath them, the headboard tapping against the wall as she chased her release. jey could feel her getting wetter, her arousal coating his thighs as she worked herself on his length.

"look at me," aliyah commanded, her voice dropping to that sultry tone that always made his dick throb. she grabbed his face, making sure their eyes locked as she continued to roll her hips in that perfect rhythm. "you feel how wet I am for you? feel how my pussy's squeezing you?"

jey's hands tightened on her waist, his eyes heavy-lidded but focused entirely on her. "fuck yeah, I feel it," he groaned, his abs tensing with each of her movements.

she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "nobody makes me feel this good...you're the champion. you're my champion."

jey's hips bucked up involuntarily, driving himself deeper into her warmth. "shit, liyah—"

"that's it," she encouraged, matching his rhythm. "work with me, baby. i know you're tired but i need you to fuck me too."

her words ignited something primal in him. despite his exhaustion, despite the two orgasms she'd already wrung from him, jey found himself planting his feet on the mattress, using the leverage to thrust up into her. she couldn't help herself from leaking all over his dick and his lap.

"yes!" she cried out, her head falling back as he hit that perfect spot inside her. "just like that, baby. right there."

she braced herself against his chest, her nails leaving crescent marks in his skin as she worked herself on his length. her thighs trembled with the effort, but she refused to slow down.

he groaned, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips hard enough to leave bruises, "damn, you fuckin' me so good. keep squeezin' me, mama."

she leaned down to kiss him, their tongues tangling desperately as their bodies moved in perfect sync. when she pulled back, her eyes were wild with need.

"i'm right there," she gasped, her inner walls fluttering around his length. "cum with me, baby. please. you earned it. you deserve it."

jey eye's shut tightly as he continued driving his dick upwards into liyah, "look at me," she commanded, "i wanna see you, when you cum."

their gazes locked, creating an intimacy more profound than their physical connection. in her eyes, he saw everything—desire, love, understanding. she saw him not as jey uso the wwe superstar, but simply as her man. vulnerable and open. all for her. only for her.

he felt the first tremors of her orgasm rippling around him, her cunt gripping him like a vise as her orgasm drowned them both. your pussy fluttering around him triggering his very own—he gripped your ass, his hips bucking upwards, emptying ropes and ropes of his cum deep inside of you—filling you to the brim with his seed. he finally came, it was with a low, guttural groan, his hips stuttering as he spilled his cum into her.

liyah threw her head into the crook of his neck. her chest rising and falling rapidly. matching the beat of his own. she continued to softly roll her hips, clamping down on him softly to ensure everything he stressed over in the last few months, was buried inside her pussy.

she could feel herself loosing her mind as the feeling of her body fell apart on him, the burning feeling in her belly, the tremble of her knees.

it was perfect.

she lifted off him slowly; her swollen cunt releasing him with a pop sound. their essence rapidly spilling out of her and onto his lower abdomen. her pussy pulsing at the fullness of them inside her.

she lifted her head to look at him, her eyes filled with so much love it made his chest ache. her fingers traced the lines of his face, memorizing every feature as if she might forget them during their next separation.

"i'm so proud of you," she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. "you know that, right? so damn proud."

jey swallowed hard, suddenly finding it difficult to maintain eye contact. the last few weeks where rough. everytime he opened twitter or instagram, he saw the same thing; comments on his move sets being boring, how he didn't deserve it, he only got the shot because of his dad, how boring the gimmick was.

how he'd only ever be, jey uso. the backup of the uso's.

jey's throat tightened. "what if—" he started, then stopped, the doubt he rarely allowed himself to voice nearly spilling out.

"what if what?" she prompted gently.

"what if I don't win at wrestlemania? all my family, all the fans, hell, you. all coming out there to support me, and i walk away with nothing." the question hung between them, giving voice to the fear that had been haunting him during sleepless nights on the road.

"then you'll get up and try again. that's who you are. that's who you've always been," her thumb brushed across his bottom lip. "but whether you walk out with that belt or not, i'll be right here, just as proud, just as in love with you. yeet."

jey let out a roaring laugh as he shifted to his side, bringing them together. he wrapped his arms around her, as he pressed his lips to hers.

they laid like that for awhile. he heard his phone ring down the hall, remembering liyah tossed it into a drawer. he made no motion to get it. for first time in awhile, the wwe didn't matter. just him and her.

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Homie Hopper! Pt 3 FINAL!

College MHA boys x f! reader!

Summary: After making your way through the hottest friend group you know, the boys can't help but wonder--who's your favorite?

Cw: SMUTTT!, threesome, lots of different kinks n stuff, sub! Denki, name calling, p in v, reader has female anatomy, reader essentially gets passed around

Smut Series! Pt 1 Here Pt 2 here

As senior year comes to an end, you reminisce on all the times you had (good and bad). After all the hours of tears and dedication, all the times you swore you would quit and never come back-you are grateful for two things. Finishing college to become the boss babe you truly are AND the plethora of hookups with the hottest sweetest friendgroup you had ever met. You took a break on all of that, after a while it got to be too much. You realized just how much these men were taking up the time in your life so you swore off of sex completely. You got what you wanted, now it was time to give all that time back to you. Focus on yourself and the things that really matter. It's funny how once you stop fucking them it only made them crave you more.

Katsuki 'The Shit Talker' Bakugo & Ejirou 'The Big Boy' Kirishima....ft 'The Eifel Tower'!

-Katsuki Bakugo is the first to break. After a wall of 'you up?' messages he decides to just say fuck it and stop you in the hallway of your apartment building.

"Y'break your phone or something?" He catches you about to take the elevator one day, side eyeing the hell out of you.

"No. It works" You shrug, giggling at how pissed off he looks. You didn't think he would care that much. It's not like you two were ever serious or anything.

"So why the hell don't you answer my texts?"

"Cause I'm not hooking up with anyone right now" You shrug.

He clicks his tongue, very obviously annoyed. "That all I am to you? Just some dick?"

You cannot help but laugh. So pouty, kind of makes you want to fuck him. But no! You are not doing that stuff anymore. "Bakugo you only ever text me at like 2 in the morning! Be for real!"

"Whatever, brat" The elevator dings, your cue to go. He watches you walk through the doors, hands stuffed in his pockets. "Answer your damn phone!"

- The next time you see him is because you called Kirishima-not him. Much to Katsuki's dismay. It pisses him off but no worries, he'll just go and lend a helping hand with bringing up all your groceries. Ejirou has no time to even protest, seeing as his roommate was already putting his shoes on, ready to go. There goes Kiri's plans for the night. Looks like he won't be getting you all to himself.

Although, he never minded sharing.

So as the boys load your stuff up you give a grateful smile, purposely squeezing Katsuki's bicep teasingly because you just know he is pissed that you reached out to his red haired roommate for help rather than him. Sometimes you can't just help but tease him. It's all in good fun, you swear!

They look around and question where the hell your roommates who never seem to be home are, you tell them they are with their boyfriends for the weekend. Leaving poor little you all alone. They share a knowing look, could you have planned this? Was the whole 'im not having sex' act a lie and you are just trying to play coy? If so, you are a genius.

The funniest part is you really are not trying to entice them. You just did not want to have to make multiple trips up and down the stairs. You did not even think Katsuki was home, having spotted Ejirou's car in the parking lot. They think you are an evil mastermind when all reality is you were just trying to do your own thing tonight.

Or maybe they are giving you exactly what you know you want, deep down. You don't protest when they ask if they can stay and 'hang around' for a little while. You are not dumb enough to dismiss the way they check you out as you put away groceries. Like two dogs with treats being dangled in their face, their heads go back and forth to follow your every movement.

You sit in between them on the rather small couch, looking for something to watch as you try to ignore the tension that fills the room. Ejirou's arm rests comfortably behind you, Katsuki places a hand on your thigh. It's starting to feel like you're in some shitty porno.

You look at Kirishima. "Hey pretty girl" He chuckles, very aware of the situation which sits before him. You say the word, and he will be more than ready to make you see stars.

Turning back to Bakugo, you shake your head. "You done pouting?" You tease, running a nail down his clenched jaw. You go down to squeeze his hand which slowly inched up more and more, pressing your thighs together.

Shit. This is exactly why you'd been avoiding them completely. You knew if you got stuck in a room with any of the boys too long you'd go and do something you would regret. But it doesn't have to be so bad, they can keep a secret, you hope so at least.

"You promise you're not gonna tell anyone right?" You question, looking between the two men you want to climb. You swear they've gotten bigger since the last time you hooked up with them. "Cause' I seriously swore I wasn't gonna be doing this"

"Not gonna tell anyone princess" Bakugo reassures squeezing the fat of your thigh which sits dangerously close to the spot he has only fantasized about for these past few months.

"Yeah, I can keep a secret" Kirishima kisses your shoulder softly, tongue gently grazing the skin. Him you believe, you know sweet Eji is to be trusted. He's so patient with you, it's something you definitely missed.

Who could blame you for the downright wicked smile on your face as the two burly men begin to feel you up. Katsuki's hands immediately rubbing you through your shorts as Ejirou's find your tits. The blonde's rough, toothy kisses down your neck prove to be the complete opposite of the redhead's sweet sensual nips and sucks that make your eyes roll back. You let out soft moans, so drowned in attention that you have no idea which way to look first.

Although of course Bakugo is being selfish, grabbing your jaw and pulling you close to bring you in for a filthy kiss. Tongue battling yours as he groans for every little whimper you let out. He brings one of your hands to his throbbing erection. Painfully being contained by his shorts. He practically growls when you give a light squeeze. Then he pulls you away from his lips, turning your head back to big, beefy Kiri who even just the sight of can always make you feel some things. He's just so yummy in every way imaginable.

"Don't be mean baby, give Eji a kiss" Katsuki tuts, forcing you to kiss the other man who gleefully accepts. His kiss is just as passionate, as if he had been waiting months for it. Sucking and tugging at your bottom lip, tongue invading your mouth. "Touch him too" You almost forget about the hand teasing Katsuki through his shorts until the reminder to give his best friend that same love. Your free hand goes to grab his rock-hard length, he moans at the contact.

-Something about the way you switch off between them has the men going, taking turns in kissing you so impatiently. Every time your head goes back you are attacked by either set of lips, crying out at the wetness soaking through your panties. Your lips grow plump, saliva messily splayed about as you cannot decipher one from the other. All you can do is moan as Katsuki guides your head back to him, hissing as he kisses you like his life depends on it. You would whine once he pulls away if not for your face being shoved back to Ejirou who whimpers every time your lips meet. It is clear they are enjoying this dirty three way make out session just as much as you are. Although you'd like to take it a step further.

"Mm" You whine into Eji's mouth.

Receptive as ever, he pulls away. "What's wrong sweet girl?"

"Wanna kiss both of you" You pout, pecking his lips enticingly. "At the same time"

The men share a look. One of trust and understanding, I mean it isn't anything short of the shit they've done before. They get each other, no need to make it weird or uncomfortable. Besides, you're the one who begged them to keep this a secret so it's not like they have to worry about anyone finding out. Kirishima is the first to lean in, followed by Bakugo who only hesitates for a second until he feels both of your hot tongues flush against his. A groan comes from deep in his chest, maybe kissing your homie isn't so bad.

Both hands occupied with the two biggest dicks you've ever seen, life is good, you think. And things are about to get a whole lot better.

- It'll be hard to pretend you weren't arched over for Bakugo, hands on your hips as he pistons his hip into you. The angle, the curve of himself deep inside is enough to make you cry, like actually cry.

Or maybe it's Kirishima's big dick that can hardly fit in your mouth that's making you tear up. Every moan is choked out by his cock, he grabs your hair with one of his hands and moves you up and down, going along with the pace Katsuki has set.

- "Nasty fucking slut, huh?" Bakugo slaps your ass, you squeal around Kirishima.

Drool pools out of either side of your mouth, hefty balls smacking your chin with each thrust. Ejirou's stomach muscles tense up as he looks down at your absolutely ruined face. Shit, he's never seen a girl so fucked out before. You probably can't even talk. "Such a pretty girl" Kirishima gently caresses the hair out of your face, his soft touch the complete opposite of the pounding you receiving and the way he shoves his cock down your throat. "Pretty little mouth"

You pull off for only a second, gasping for air as the large man squeezes your cheeks. "Feel good baby?" Kirishima asks.

You cannot even provide an answer, gasping when Bakugo decides to grab you by both of your wrists and pin them behind your back. Had it not been for Kirishima, who cups your head in his hands so lovingly you would be falling face first into the cushion.

"He asked you somethin'" Katsuki warns and you whine, Kiri places a messy kiss on your lips.

"Mmm mm" You're a blubbering mess but the sweet look in Kiri's eye makes you want to speak. "Feels so good"

"Ohh yeahh sweet thing look how good you are for us" Kirishima coos, kissing you again.

- When it's Kirishima's turn to have you he slips in with ease, groaning loudly at the feeling of your slippery walls welcoming him. "So wet" He all but gasps as he bottoms out. "Bakugo got you all nice n' ready for me, huh?"

Again, you would answer if not for Katuski tugging your face down to suck him off. "Yeahh stretched her out real good for ya" He relaxes back into the couch, head lulling back to just breathe. Take full advantage of the way you guzzle him up, toes curling as he tries not to moan aloud when you begin to swirl your tongue around his tip. "Been waiting for this haven't you?"

He pulls you off of him, lips swollen, you squeeze your eyes shut as Kirishima begins to snap his hips into yours. Your walls being molded by the giant thing in between his legs. "Y-yes" You mutter but it's still not enough for Katsuki.

"You like when we treat you like this don't ya' crybaby? Just a pretty little toy for us to play with" You whine, squeezing your thighs together as his filthy words send waves throughout your body.

"Oh shittt, gonna cum" You warn and Bakugo laughs right in your face.

"Again? Kiri's dick that good?" He's teasing, pressing his face close enough that you can feel his breath but not enough to place a kiss on his lips like you so desperately crave. "Or you just like when I talk to you like a little slut?"

You try and grab one of Kirishima's hands that keep you in place, suddenly it's all getting to be too much for you. Attempting to move your hips up and away from him, he follows you instead, arching your back even further and begging to pound into you at a new angle. "Awww don't run from it. Eji just wants to make you feel good princess. Yer bein' rude" Katsuki tuts.

"No no" You shake your head that is currently being smushed into the armrest of the couch. Your tits pressed into Bakugo's lap as he watches you lose all sense of control in your body with an evil smile. "M'sorry Kiri. Ts' too much. So so big! Fuck!"

Maybe he should have fucked you first, you forgot about the absolute monster he was packing down there. Katsuki hooks his thumb into your mouth, looking up at Ejirou with wide eyes. They should have done this a long time ago. "You think she's done?"

Kirishima shakes his head, wiping his mouth as he realizes be is drooling as his pace does not falter. He can't find it in himself to stop, not with the way your pussy is choking him, not as he listens to your sinful moans. And especially not when his fat tip reached that squishy part deep inside that makes his whole body twitch. "She can take it" Kiri assures, one of his legs slides down to provide more support. Resting more of his weight on it he raises your hips slightly before slamming back into you. "M'nowhere near done with her"

Bakugo laughs, pressing his thumb down flat on your tongue that sticks out. "Hear that crybaby? Gonna be a longg night"

- It's safe to say that it took two days afterwards to be able to walk normally again.

And they keep their mouths shut, only share a knowing look later that week when Kaminari asks if anyone has heard from you.

"Nope" They say in unison, almost a bit too rehearsed. Sero and Kaminari ignore the sly smirks on either of their friend's faces. A plan of their own is in the works.

Hanta 'The One Who Talks You Through It' Sero....ft 'Reverse Cowgirl'!

-Hanta Sero has noticed the way you avoid him around campus these days. You even stopped responding to his lovely text messages that use to make your day. He asks his friends about it and Bakugo mentions something about you 'taking a break from hookups'.

No, this can't be. Not his favorite fuckbuddy! Something has to he done.

- He is patient with it, gives you all of about five days for your vow of celibacy before making a move. He invites you out to eat one night after class. You decline at first but he swears he won't try anything.

-So how the hell did you end up in his bed, Sero's tongue shoved down your throat as his experienced fingers play with your sopping pussy? The world may never know.

"Arghh" He groans into your mouth as he slips two fingers in, immediately setting an unforgiving pace—your juices splattering about. On this thighs, his abdomen. It drives him crazy. "Always so fucking wet for me"

You moan into his mouth, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"What happened to not fucking mamas?" He laughs right in your face, biting your bottom lip as he curls his fingers skillfully. By now, he knows all the right places to touch—a self proclaimed expert in all things involving your sweet little cunt. "You that easy to convince?"

"S-stop!" You choke out, trying to slap his hand away but he won't let you, of course not.

"Awww what's wrong? Am I embarrassing you?" He chuckles again, bringing his thumb up to press flat down on your clit. Your hips involuntarily buckle as a reaction, you start to slowly move them up and down—chasing that feeling.

Face hidden, you nod, but of course he brings your right back where you belong. Looking straight at him, swollen lips stuck in a pout as he toys with that squishy spot deep inside with his fingers. "Hanta! Fuckk!" You whine, shaking your head. Your legs twitch, hips try to run away but he follows you—not letting up.

"My pretty girl....you gonna squirt for me again? All over my fingers?" He leans in to speak into your ear, ignoring the burn in his forearms as he continues the impossibly fast pace. "Answer me"

You gasp as the knot in your stomach begins to unravel slowly. "Yes baby! M'gonna make a mess" You shake your head furiously.

He grins. He won. His other friends think you're off limits right now but here he kneels before you, fingers lost in your cunt as you whine and squeal for him. "And since daddy made you feel sooo good you gonna ride me after?" He coos. Fuck, you didn't even know he had a daddy kink before this, which is surprising given the amount of times the two of you have fucked.

"Yes daddy!" You squeal, finally coming undone.

He moans as you gush over his fingers, immediately going in for a kiss—not even caring that you are far too overstimulated in the moment to kiss back. There's just something about feeling you clamp down on his fingers, squirting all over them that he loves. He thinks it may be his favorite thing in the world. "Ahhh good girl. Let it alll out"

-You have no idea how you even have the willpower to ride him afterwards but you make do. One of his hands rests on your hip, the other gathers your hair into a ponytail.

And you ride, hips moving rhythmically up and down as the hand on your hip guides you. He watches your every movement, mouth agape as he cannot settle on where to look; your sexy back arched so pretty for him, your sweet face that looks back at him every now and then to make sure you're doing a good job, or your perfectly round ass which jiggles every time the two of your hips meet.

Safe to say his eyes are glued to your ass, he brings the hand on your hip to squeeze the flesh. He spanks you, uttering words of encouragement although the slaps are harsh—almost as if they were a punishment. Maybe they are.

"Look at your ridin' this fucking dick. So slutty baby my goddd" He is practically drooling at your figure, thrusting up every time you bottom out. And it makes you squeal every time. He gets so deep when he does that it almost hurts, tip pressing against your cervix in a way that feels bruising. He slaps! your ass again, hard and no mercy as the skin begins to turn red. It makes tears prick at your eyes. "Yeah thats what you fuckin get not answering my texts. Think you're too good for me?"

"N-no! Never" You shake your head, you swear. It's nothing personal, although all the boys seem to be taking it as so. "Was j-just taking a break" You stifle a sob, your legs are so tired. They ache, your ass stings, neck sore with the way it is unnaturally bent due to his harsh grip on your hair. His long curved dick hits deep inside, so deep that on some thrusts you feel as of you might faint. But you push through, every ounce of willpower in you at the ready because for some reason you cannot stand the thought of stopping now.

"Doesn't look like you're takin' a break right now" He chuckles, thumb going to swirl around your rim. “Goin’ dumb on this dick”

“Mmh mhh!” You whine, trying to reach back and stop his hand which pokes at your other hole.

- Soon he has your back pressed flush against his chest, sitting on top of him as his shallowly thrusts into you. You roll your hips back, tongues dancing together as one of his arms is wrapped around your throat keeping you in place.

He’s going to cum soon, you can tell by the way he moans loudly, legs twitching. He shakes his head side to side almost like he is in disbelief. “Oh shitohshitt pussy’s so good” He babbles, stupidly. It makes you smile.

“Cum for me baby” You plead, nails scratching against the stubble on his chin. “Be good for me, yeah? Gonna keep this a secret?”

Perhaps it was a bit messed up to wait until he was totally fucked out to promise he wouldn’t tell anyone. You knew you’d have to make it into a fun, sexy game of sorts if you wanted any chance of him shutting up. He’s a loudmouth, especially with Kaminari—you’re well aware they have no secrets between the two of them.

However, Hanta nods, toes curling as he reaches his peak. “Fuck! I promise mamas” And he kisses you again, passionate and sloppy as he shoots ropes into the condom. “I promise!”

Denki ‘The Munch’ Kaminari…..ft. ‘Facesitting’!

- Denki Kaminari, who is easily your closest friend out of the bunch. The two of you decided to meet up after the last day of classes to smoke and take a walk together. Like old times, when you would argue with your ex and turn your phone on airplane mode so he couldn’t track your location as you shared all of your life’s problems with a guy he most definitely hated. Those were such simpler times. -no amount of sex could ever ruin it.

“Holy fuck I’ve never been so stressed. My hair was starting to fall out” You huff, rubbing the bald spots you swear have formed. “I hope I passed”

“Course ya’ did” He passes the joint that is practically falling apart to you. Rolling was never his strong point. But the two of you deserve it after all that hard work. “I feel good right now” The blonde hums to himself amusedly, eyes low and crinkled due to the smile on his face.

“I’m trying to get like you” You muse, taking a longer puff than usual. “Y’look so peaceful”

“Bet I can make you feel even better” His fingers graze yours lightly as you pass the joint back.

“Oh no Denki! I already told you! I’m not doing that shit!”

“You really gonna make me beg for it?” He pouts, now that he knows you’re into all that submissive shit he uses it to his advantage. Like the little deviant he is, using your own weaknesses against you. Reaching the corner around your apartment he backs you up against the wall.

It is by your own volition of course, you could easily just walk away if you wanted to but if this whole situation has taught you anything it is that you are weak willed.

“Cause you know I will yn” He laughs, although both of you know he is not joking. You giggle, placing a hand on his shoulder, pulling him close but not enough to touch you. His hot breath hovers against yours and you take a hit, squishing either side of his cheeks to get him to open up his mouth a bit. Throwing the shitty joint to the ground, he wastes no time stepping on it, leaning into your touch. Slowly, you let the smoke out into his mouth.

Denki’s cock twitches to life beneath his jeans as he takes the hit directly from you-fighting the urge to whine aloud. Holding it in, he rests against the nape of your neck-softly tracing a line with his tongue. “C’mon baby….wanna be a good boy for you”

Shit. How are you ever supposed to say no to that?

“Wait!” You are snapped completely out of it, cheeks warming up. “I haven’t shaved!”

Denki laughs as if you just said the funniest thing he has ever heard. “I don’t care about that shit!”

- “Ohh Denki” You whimper, biting your bottom lip hard enough to draw a bit of blood. “Fuckk Denki!”

Denki Kaminari smiles into your pussy. Your sweet moans of his name is all he needs to hear. He swears he can cum in his pants just by doing this but he’s not that pathetic-he swears. Although it may be hard to tell with the way his tongue flickers against your swollen clit. Going fast, then slow-pressing flat down, sucking. Shaking his head side to side as you rub against his needy face.

Hooking his arms around your hips, he pulls even more of your weight down on him. He wants to be smothered in you. He fucks you with his tongue, moaning unashamedly into you. The vibrations ripple all throughout your body, tingling and ears ringing.

You reach down to pull at his hair, an attempt to ground yourself. Any chance to steady your trembling legs, head thrown back as you are overtaken with nothing but pure bliss.

He whimpers, pulling away with a glistening face. “Keep saying my name” He begs, voice so weak and pathetic. He kisses up your thighs, sucking and biting as he pleases. “Please don’t stop”

- “W-when’d you get so mean?” Denki mewls from beneath you, your dripping pussy teasing his tip. “It’s not fair!”

You chuckle, hand wrapped loosely around his throat as you place a soft kiss on his forehead. “Just so pretty when you beg Denks” You coo, kissing just above his eyebrow, then at the side of his temple. “My whiny boy”

His adams apple bobs beneath your hand, breathing heavily. “M-m not whiny” His pink, dainty lip is stuck out into a pout. There must be something wrong with him, he is into this way too much. He wants to cry with how fucking hard he is. “Please baby…it hurts”

“What hurts handsome?”

“I need you” His hips jerk up, dick prodding at your entrance. “Need you so bad”

You run your hand down his sweaty chest, resting above his rapid heartbeat. He’s such a mess, he looks so delicious right now. You just wanna eat him alive. You sink down on him, so slow that it feels like his brain is melting.

“Ohhh god!” He whines, throwing his head back. “Thankyou thankyou!”

“You’re welcome sweet boy” You run a hand up his chest, pinching one of his nipples which emits a squeal from your blonde haired friend. “You’re my best friend y’know that? Love you Denks”

“Mhm” He nods, eyes stuck on your slippery pussy milking him for all he’s worth. “Yer my best friend too! Love you so much! Got the best pussy I’ve ever had!” He goes on, words growing incoherent as you bounce down on him even faster-harder.

“Open up” You order and immediately his tongue is sticking out, inviting your soft fingers to press down on his tongue. Going deeper and deeper until he gags. You feel his dick twitch inside you. “You like when I use you like this Denki?”

“Yes mommy!” The word just slips out, truly. His cheeks and chest turn red in embarrassment. “Need you closer please!”

His strong arms wrap around your neck, pulling you down as he lazily tries to meet your pace. Moaning and groaning directly into your ear. “Awww baby let’s keep your mouth full”

Guiding your tit into his mouth his knees buckle below you, immediately latching on to your sensitive nipple. And your hands pet his hair, tugging whenever you feel it’s necessary. His eyes are rolling back, tongue swirling the hardened bud of your nipple as you pull at his soft blonde locks, pussy wrapped around him like a vice. He never wants to leave, wishes you would just fuck him until he can’t even get out of this damn bed anymore. Bringing his hands up he squishes both of your tits together, giving him the freedom to suck on whichever one he pleases. He goes back and forth, one to the other as he just feels so lucky to be smothered in some pretty titties. “S-so good mommy! Fuck! Gonna cum. Let me cum inside please!”

“Aww Denki baby got such good manners. Asking me to cum, huh?” He nods pitifully, still smothered by your chest. “Being a good boy for me?”

He comes off your nipple with a ‘pop!’, large submissive puppy eyes looking up at you. “M-always a good boy for you yn! Always! I’d do whatever you want me to!”

You giggle, pussy squeezing him in the same rhythm as your laughter. “Tell me who’s a good boy” You tease.

Yet, he is anything short of eager to answer. “I am I am!” Thrusting up into you haphazardly, chasing his upcoming release that will certainly wreck his entire body. “Wanna be your whiny pathetic boy forever!”

You slap his cheek lightly, purposefully squeezing around him as you decide to let up on him finally. He has been so good for you after all. “Yeah go ahead and cum for me sweet boy….let it all out”

His orgasm eats him alive, muscles contracting and tightening as he comes undone. Messy blonde tufts of hair stuck to his head, tongue lulled out and drooling. Eyes scrunched shut in pure pleasure. He may have needed this more than you did. And he just has to remind you, his sweet girl best friend one more time.

“I love you yn! I love you!”

- So who wins? In your eyes they are all winners, but the boys don’t see it that way. For some reason they need that validation, crave it as if it’s their favorite meal. They need to know who is the best, even if you have sworn off sex for the time being.

Well that’s what they believe at least, that you are only fucking them at the moment. That they would be your exception because what you guys have is just so special!

Who can blame you when they begin to connect the dots? Acting as if they are all above one another, arguing at every chance they get. All strewn about Bakugo and Kirishima’s couch they bicker—on the subject of you.

“You wish you were her favorite! I’ve been friends with her since way before any of you assholes came around!” Kaminari laughs, scrolling on his phone mindlessly because he knows he is the winner. He’s your good boy! There’s no beating that!

Bakugo’s arms are crossed, a judgmental eyebrow raised as if he cannot believe the words coming from Denki’s mouth. “Yeah whatever, you should all be thanking me. If I never would’ve fucked her in the first place none of you would’ve had a chance!”

“That’s not true” Kirishima argues. “She’d been eyefucking me for months”

“You think everyone eye fucks you!” Hanta laughs, putting his phone down as he finally decides to give in to the conversation. “You swore Ashido was tryna fuck the first time you met her!”

The red haired man laughs in remembrance. “Who knows? Could still happen” The boys laugh, he’s completely delusional if he thinks he has a chance at that. “Never give up hope man. It’s what my mom says”

“Good luck with that” Katsuki grumbles, checking his phone to see if you texted back. You haven’t of course.

“You guys are all idiots. I’m her favorite. Made her squirt who knows how many times” Sero shrugs nonchalantly, sending you a random post in instagram in the hopes of reminding you that he still exists and would very much like to see you again. “Make a chick squirt the first time you hook up and she’ll fall in love with you”

“How’s that workin’ out for you?” Denki muses, sending an invite for cup pong to your number. “She in love yet?”

“We’re talking about the same girl that begged me to cum inside her…just remember that” Bakugo grimaces, a bit jealous as he realizes he has yet to make you squirt yet. All the more reason to pay you a visit soon.

“Whatever. I fucked her in a hot tub. I win” Ejirou shrugs, getting up to go grab his phone charger.

“No, I win! She loooves me! I’m her good boy, remember?” Kaminari snickers. “You guys use her n’ abuse her but I let her have fun and make it all about her. You should try it some time, bet you’ll probably like it”

Sero and Bakugo meet eyes, considering the thought for a moment before making a decision. “No thanks” They say in unison.

The arguing continues, when Kirishima comes back he finds things have grown a bit heated. The name calling has begun, he knows what that means.

“Pussywhipped!”

“Sore loser!”

“Mommy’s Boy!”

“Fuckin’ dumbass!”

“Wait!” Bakugo stops to think, imagining the sight of you all arched and pretty for him with Eji’s fat cock in your mouth. It’s a sight he will never forget. “I know why we’re bein’ cocky assholes, why are you?”

The room fills with silence, wheels turning in all of the men’s heads. Sero imagines you above him, his hand wrapped around your throat as you made him promise not to tell anyone about that time.

And Kaminari remembers the way the two of you cuddled after last time, passing his vape back and forth as you laid on his chest, pinky-swearing that this particular time would stay between the two of you.

“Oh shit!”

- “What the hell are you talking about?” You groan. You had work today, you’re tired. You literally just put your pajamas on and got all comfy in bed. The boys certainly noticed the thin shirt which leaves little to the imagination, you were just trying to be comfortable. But of course they make everything about them.

“Just tell us who your favorite is n’ you can get to bed” Bakugo grumbles.

“Oh my godd” You sigh, pinching the sides of your forehead. “Guys are so weird”

“You owe it to us! You lied and said you weren’t fucking anyone!” Kaminari complains.

“I wasn’t!”

“Except for all of us” Sero says, to which Kirishima nods in agreement.

“Oh whatever! Made you feel special, didn’t I?”

They look at you with what must be hurt on their faces. You want to laugh although you don’t think that would be appropriate at a time like this. In this moment, you feel like a guy. A slutty guy that uses women to his advantage and never calls them again.

No one wants to be that guy. So you sigh, finally ready to mutter an apology. “Okay…sorry guys. Really, I’m sorry I lied to you I just didn’t think it would happen again. Guess I wasn’t thinking about your feelings which is really fucked up of me to do”

They nod, accepting that answer but still craving more. “And?”

“Andddd…..” That was all you had to say, trailing off as you try to come up with anything off the top of your head. “You all have your own traits that I really enjoy. No one is better than the other, kay? Love all my boys equally”

Katsuki scoffs at that cop out of an answer, very obviously unsatisfied.

“So let’s just all kiss and make up, yeah?” You tease, trying to lighten the mood. You poke Katuski’s bicep, aware that he is left displeased with what you have to say.

Kaminari, having no shame whatsoever places a fat kiss on your lips for them all to see. He is your best friend after all. He has the right. “I forgive you yn! And I respect it, your heart’s just so big that there’s enough of it to go around” Well that’s surely a nice way to put it. He follows by dapping you up, adding that extra little spin to the handshake the two of you came up with years ago before walking away.

Sero decides he has no shame either, I mean they’re all aware of the situation before them. No point in playing coy now. “Alright mamas don’t give us an answer” He shrugs, hugging you tight before speaking low enough into your ear that no one else can hear. “I know the truth” He shoots you a wink, placing a peck on your lips before heading back.

Well, you definitely weren’t expecting this to be the end of your night. Looking up at the two large men in front of you, you sigh. They may be big, but they are definitely more sensitive that their much more nonchalant friends. You figure they need that extra bit of love.

“Aw come onnn. Don’t be like that Kiri” You pout as he refuses to meet your gaze. “Y’know you two are special to me”

Katsuki grumbles. “Not special enough”

“C’mere big boy” You beckon Ejirou over and maybe he’s pathetic for listening, but he does as he’s told. “Look at me”

He looks down, brows furrowed in distaste. Like a big pouty puppy you desperately want to kiss. “Don’t wanna hurt your friend’s feelings do you?”

“…..no” He sighs, and you smile, gently cupping his face with your hand.

“Course not. You’re a softie huh?” He nods softly, unable to help the grin on his face as you stand on your tiptoes to press your lips against his. “Ts’ my favorite thing about you. You’re sooo sweet Eji”

He blushes, finally satisfied with the compliment you gave him. They just needed a bit of praise is all—you were neglecting your boys! “Thanks pretty mama” He mumbles against your lip, giving you one more kiss before heading inside.

Katsuki whistles as he watches his last friend walk into the apartment. You’re talented, he’ll give you that. “Master manipulation at its finest. How do you sleep at night?” He chides although the smirk on his face proves he is just as amused as you are by all this.

“With no undies and a big fluffy blanket!” You chuckle and he steps closer, immediately going for the waistband of your shorts to see if you’re lying or not.

He lets out a disappointed ‘tch’ when he realizes you are wearing panties. “Still lyin’ to me”

“I was kidding”

“Mhm” He nods, eyeing you up and down like a piece of candy. “Gonna let me come over tonight or what?”

“Was just trying to sleep actually”

“Come onnn…do it for your favorite, yeah?” He flashes that irresistible smile that makes your knees weak. Curse his impossibly good looks, makes him way too hard to resist.

“I told you I have no favorites!”

He lets out another ‘tch’, stepping forward and wrapping an arm around you to grab a handful of ass. “Thought you were just saying that to make the other guys feel better. C’mon doll I treat you better than the rest of em”

“Mmm I dunno…you’re pretty mean” You wrap your arms around his neck.

“You like that shit” He goes in for a kiss, you lean in only for him to pull back at the last second—proving your point. “Makes yer’ pussy all wet”

You whine, thighs squeezing together as the evidence is there right before his eyes. Finally, he kisses you, not allowing you entrance into his mouth when you ask for it by licking his bottom lip. “Nuh uhh” He shakes his head. “You don’t deserve to have my tongue in your mouth”

You groan, pulling at his shoulder but he doesn’t move a muscle. “What’s wrong slut? Those other kisses weren’t enough for you? Greedy lips need more?”

You sigh impatiently, tugging at the collar of his shirt. Looking down at the ground, you think of anything to keep him happy. “I’ll leave the door unlocked. Come over later, kay?”

You both share equally evil grins. It’s a win-win situation really.

“Yes ma’am”

#mha smut #mha x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #hanta sero x reader #sero x reader #hanta sero smut #kirishima ejiro x reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #denki smut #denki x reader #denki kaminari smut #mha #my hero academia

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ghostinmen · 4 months ago

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and now my bedsheets smell like you

featuring :: stepdad!chris x stepson!m!reader

request :: “Step-dad Chris Evans x step son male reader where Chris found out his step son has a musk/armpit/bicep kink so Chris shows what a real man smells to his step son?!? Or if you feel uncomfy writing the step part you can just do dad bsf Chris Evans x male reader! His just so fine and those ARMS 🤤”

warnings :: age gap, armpit kink, bicep kink, smut, masturbation

your mom had left for her night shift a couple hours ago, leaving home alone until just now.

your stepdad, chris, had walked through the door, in a white t shirt that clinged to his physique and some sweatpants. he had just come home from the gym.

“hey, kid” he said, turning around to lock the door.

“hi chris” you reply, stopping to say hello to him before heading upstairs.

it wasn’t long before you got a sniff of chris after standing by him for a short “hello”.

“im going to go shower, im so sweaty.” he said

you were too caught up staring and his freshly pumped arms to focus on what he actually said.

“y/n.”

“oh, sorry, yeah..” you pretended to have known what he said hoping he didn’t ask you a question.

“you think i smell?” he replied, with a smirk on his face

“what? no ! not at all”

“so.. you like the smell of my sweat?”

your face began to flush. “well.. i mean.. ive definitely smelt worse.”

“okay..” he said, tilting his head in confusing but smiled and went to walk up the stairs.

“wait.” you said, you don’t know what came over you but you just had to tell him. “i actually really like your smell.”

“oh, really?” chris teased, walking back down the stairs before getting 2 inches away from you.

chris takes off his shirt and lifts up his arms, revealing his hairy, sweaty armpits. “you want a sniff” he asked, with a tone that told you he wasn’t really asking.

you lean in and sniff his armpits, and chris grabs the back of your head and pushes you in. your nose touching the skin of his armpit

“fuck that feels good” he moans out. “now lick up that sweat like a good step son.”

you did as he told you, his strong pungent smell clinging to your tounge with a touch of sweetness from the deodorant that he sweat out.

mid-lick, chris moves your head up to his bicep. “you just love worshiping this body, i know it”

you nod as you continue worshiping him, chris occasionally tilting your head to kiss you before moving you back to his armpit.

“thats what a real man smells like, remember that, okay?” he tells you “now let me smell you.”

he takes your shirt off and lifts your arm up before licking and sniffing your armpit.

“fuuckk” you whine, his tongue felt so good against your skin

chris worked his tongue down your stomach, before coming at a halt when he got to your pants. he pause before unbuckling them and pulling them down with your underwear, exposing your bare dick.

“woah” chris teases “didnt know you were hiding this.” he stands back up, pulls his pants and underwear down before pushing you to your knees, pulling down on your chin to open your mouth, and sticking his dick inside your mouth.

“all this sniffing really turned tbe both of us on, huh?” he says, dragging your hair back and forth as you bob up and down on his dick.

“fuck y/n im gunna cum” he whimpers, grabbing you from under your arms and standing you back up and dragging you up the stairs into your room.

he pushed you down onto the bed, and lay beside you stroking both of your cocks.

“fuck chris.. im close” you moan out, grabbing his stomach tightly.

“me too.. cum with me okay? im on edge.” he moans out “fuuckk im cumming” he says letting go of your dick as you begin to jerk it off yourself.

you both buck your hips up, squirting ropes of pearly cum over your stomachs, chris’ load was so big it even hit the headrest of your bed.

“god that felt amazing” you say.

“if that’s how you act when i come home from the gym i think i should go more often” he chuckles.

the pair of you lay on your bed for a few minutes in your mess, processing what just happened. your room now full of the smell of chris’ sweat.

“smell that?” chris asks. “like i said, the smell of a real man.”

a/n - im so sorry if i went off topic im literally about to go to bed im so tired LOL but i hope you like it !!

#chris evans x male reader #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans fic #cevansbicep #like #male reader

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starboye · 5 months ago

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starring: conner kent x male reader

request: Please make a continuation to the jealous Dick ex-bf fic you just posted where Superboy and reader have dirty sex 😭 perhaps Superboy can hold him in the air and fuck the hell out of him and Dick finds out ofc

warnings: smut, belly bulge, rough sex, fucking in the air, making out

directors note: this is a part 2 to this fic, sidenote but what the actual fuck did i lace that first fic with like im reading over it and oh. my. god. it's like so good i see why yall wanted a part two

some could say it's a little promiscuous to go get fucked by your ex boyfriends friend right after he just fucked you and his load is still dripping down your leg but i mean hey if you get the chance might as well take both for a ride am i right.

showing up at conners door with a needy look, it had gone around that you were a slut so conner knew exactly what you needed (and don't tell dick this but on some night where you were 'to busy' to meet up with dick for a late night hook up you were really getting your guts rearranged by superboy)

queue you two making out on his bed while he fucks your already wet hole "what dick couldn't get you off like i do" conner smirks moving his kisses to your neck "don't flatter yourself conner" you gasp arching your back with the way he goes so deep.

"well then why did you come crawling back to me huh" he turns you over onto your back and starts fucking you faster, throwing your legs over his shoulders, watching with amusement as your face contorts to the feeling of him going deeper.

"because i fucking love you're dick" you groan telling him what he wants to hear "mm mm come on say it like you mean it or am i gonna have to fuck it out of you" he leans down to whisper in your ear, a shudder driving down your spine at the mere thought of him fucking you rough.

"oh you got tighter just from me saying it, you want me to fuck you till you can't remember your own name" he asks, his hand rubbing up to your stomach, pressing down on the slight bulge he made "yes please" you mumble "louder" he slams into you "yes please" you moan out "louder" he demands fucking you rougher "yes please daddy" you yell "that's what i like to hear" conner smirks.

tightly holding your thighs as he destroys your walls while you struggled to keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head, the head board of his bed banging against the wall with each thrust, he was enjoying making you cum all over yourself to "what is this like your fourth time cumming tonight" he laughs at your pathetic noises.

"please more" you beg him with a croaky voice from the constant moaning "please more what, use your words y/n" he grabs your chin to keep your eyes on him "please fuck me more" you whine "yes sir" he chuckles levitating you both in the air.

the feeling of little gravity made the sex even more better surprisingly, wrapping your legs around conners waist "look at that" conner smiles pulling your head to look down at the bulge he's giving you in your stomach "that's all me baby, every damn inch" he fucks you harder and harder before he empties his load into you.

"fuckkk you know how to make a guy feel good" conner huffs bringing you both back down to the bed, your phone lighting up with a notification to which conner grabs it "mr nightwing himself" he chuckles turning the phone to you showing dick texts, you try to reach for the phone but conner keeps it away and takes a picture of you sending it to dick with the message "he's a little busy".

"well we should clean up because dicks gonna be here in a while and do you really wanna argue with him while covered in cum" conner says looking down at your fucked out body "okay" is all you could barely respond. (this could lead to them fucking you at the same time)

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#conner kent #conner kent x reader #conner kent x male reader #x male reader #x male y/n #x male #gay #male reader #gay smut #x male smut #bottom male reader #conner kent x you #dc titans #teen titans #superboy

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kar1nsworldx · 2 months ago

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⤷ 𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 (𝒏); 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙

pairing: WillNE x f!reader

Instagram!AU

SUMMARY: the internet gets to see as y/n's & will's relationship goes from boyfriend and girlfriend to something more

requested: nope, sadly not :( PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE send me requests asapp!!! ♡♡♡♡

note; lol, back from the dead I guees 😝😝😝, enjoy!!

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ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩

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y/n l/n: hrvatska volim te, ima da mi opet fališ :( tnx @willne for taking some lovely pics for me xx

COMMENTS;

willne: glad to be of assistance

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y/n l/n: coming soon darlings xx ✈️

bambinobecky: lovely pics those are xx

sabinablair_: next time were going together so you can show me around

y/n l/n: roger that x

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willne: bloody lovely trip

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COMMENTS;

y/n l/n: we look soooooo good together my Lord 😩😩😩😩

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y/n l/n: dont worry bf, bf will be back soon!

jamesmarriottyt: thanks gf!

willne: y/n don't encourage him ffs

useroo: will is infact the other woman in this relationship i fear

bambinobecky: the woman y/n is 😩 my godddd

y/n l/n: becky call me 🤭

bambinobecky: ofc xx

willne: OI

useredup: BAHHAHAHAHAHHA

georgeclarkeey: pookie

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y/n l/n: date night with mr. william

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willne: this is outrages, what is that picture

y/n l/n: idk, i think you look pretty dashing mr. william

behzingagram: handsome boy that one is xx

y/n l/n: yessir

useroo: aweeee

chrismd10: those bloody birkenstocks

y/n l/n: but they're nice :((

userxexe: cutest couple evah <3

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y/n l/n: lovely month w the gf's & bf's, new may vlog dropping 2day!!

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livvydimartino: gf come over pls xx

y/n l/n: 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

taliamar: 🥵🥵🥵

y/n l/n: 😳😳😳

miniminter: @willne brotha come get your girlfriend

willne: brotha come get your WIFE

useruu: new 1h long vlog dropped, who cheered?

user007: EVERYBODY CHEERED 🗣🗣🗣

userxe: HAZZAH!!!!!

userly: LORD HAVE MERCY 😩😩😩

user111: i think i just experienced my gay awakening idk tho

y/n l/n: LOL????? GLAD TO HELP???

willne: ??????

jamesmarriottyt: handsome boys we are @willne

italianbach: i think my invite got lost in the mail

theburntchip: yeah mine as well mate

sabinablair_: those margaritas were sooooo gooooood

y/n l/n: @jamesmarriottyt can we visit otto tmrw i forgot 2ask

jamesmarriottyt: yeah just bring coffee

y/n l/n: do you not have it???

jamesmarriottyt: of course i do im just using you

y/n l/n: bitch

jamesmarriottyt: your bitch 😩😩

y/n l/n: ofc xxx 🤭😝

willne: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU LOT

y/n l/n: lots of things

jamesmarriottyt: yh i mean its your fault youre dating us

y/n l/n: yeah its your fault will

willne: IM NOT DATING YOU JAMES FUCK OFF

jamesmarriottyt: :(

y/n l/n: will its 2025 you dont have to be ashamed okay? we talked about this in therapy

willne: OH FOR FUCKS SAKE

user.oo: I AM DYING OHMYFUCKINGGOD

useredup: SHITTING MYSELF HSBDJCJFN

user777: YEAH WILL ITS 2025 YOU DONT HAVE TO BE ASHAMED

useriii: CACKLINH JWJDJFJCNNC

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"Hi guys, welcome back to another video on my channel! For those who don't know me, my name is y/n, and every month I post an hour long vlog that includes the best moments in my life from that month!" y/n said to her camera as she sat on her gray couch, an iced coffee in her hands.

"I usually post once a week, so 4 videos per month, and then including the hour long vlog you get 5 videos per month! So if you're new here, I do hope you'll stick around and check out my other videos as well, there's plenty!" she added on with a smile as she finished her intro before continuing;

"Well, to not keep you waiting anymore, here's some of my favourite moment's from this month! I hope you enjoy watching them just as much as I enjoyed living them."

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Lights, camera, action!

FIRST CLIP;

The video shows y/n in her apartment as she cooked in her kitchen. It was a cut clip from her stream earlier this month where she was doing some cooking challange's whilst talking with her viewers.

"Kayla thank you for the 5 pounds! Where's Will? He should be in the office I think." y/n said as she put down her spatula. As she turned around to check the time, it being around 7pm, she realised it was later then she thought. "Or uh- maybe coming home right now? It's later then I thought."

She continued talking with her viewers until she heard the apartment door opening. "Hi Will!" she called out with a smile as she stirred the sauce in her pot. "Hi darlin'," he replied with a smile as he walked into the kitchen, something hid behind his back.

"Watcha got there?" y/n asked amused, cocking one eyebrow. It was kinda obvious what he had, but she found it quite endering. "Uh well.., the store had some pretty pink tulips, so I got some pretty pink tulips for a pretty woman." he stumbled out, a grin present on his face.

"Is that so?"

"Yup."

Y/n giggled as she cupped his face before giving him a kiss. "Thank you." "Always."

In the backround dozens of notifications were coming with asks from her viewers and her chat blowing up. Will rolled his eyes but only smiled some more and gave her another kiss.

SECOND CLIP;

The clip starts by just showing y/n walking down a street in London, her shades on her face to block out the sun. It was one of those rare days were London was sunny from 7am until 8pm and she was taking advantage of it.

"So.. were going to St. James park. I'm thinking of having a lil solo picnic." she told the camera, showing off her tote bag where her stuff was storred. "I would go with Will, but he's out of the country with James and the other at the moment, doing some filming which you will see soon enough!" she added on with a smile.

The camera flipped, showing the entrance of the park and how empty it was, to y/n's surprise but she didn't mind at all.

Soon enough she found herself a spot under a tree that gave her some shade and she put down her hoodie to sit on before taking out her stuff and showing them to the camera.

"Alright, so we got a fruit salad, uhh-., ham & cheese sandwich, some melted chocolate and strawberries to dip in and uhhh, my book!" she exclaimed at the end, a bright smile on her face as she showed her book.

"But before I start reading I'll answer a few questions you guys have been asking frequently. So let's see.." y/n continued as she opened her phone and went into her notes app to see the question she written down.

"So first question. Or uh, questions I guees. How long have you and Will been together and how did you meet?" she read out loud before looking up at the camera. "So me and Will met in 2022, so about 3ish years ago? It was at James first ever gig slash concert ever, actually." she started off with a smile. "I accidently started lisening to James's music just when he first released when Spotify recommended him to me. Really liked it so I bought myself tickets to his gig because they were extremly cheap. At the gig I accidently bumped into Will and spilled my drink all over him, so I offered to buy him a drink to apoligise. We ended up being together throughout the whole gig and then after he just casually mentioned that he knew James and I was like 'What!?'"

"So yeah, he also took me backstage to meet James and that's how I also became friends with James as well. Gave my number to them both, and maybe like 2ish days later Will asked me out? Y'know, to go on a date." she finished, her cheeks slightly pink as she spoke. Lovely memories those were.

"Alright, next question, uhhh.. How many languages do you know? Okay, so before I answer I have to say I'm surprised by the amount of people asking this question over and over again. So uh, Croatian and English, obviously. I'm not going to count Serbian and Bosnian because I feel like alot of people are just going to argue with me that they're the same as Croatian, even though they're not but okay. So excluding those I also know Italian and Spanish, took them for like 8 years I think in school and I know French at like a B1 level. Not fluent but still pretty good. So 5 languages. Tehnically 7."

"Right, question number three, any tips to being a conent creator?"

"Well, be yourself I think. Post the things you like and that won't make you dread making conent. Obviously there will be days you won't be arsed to post anything, but if you're enjoying it for the most part then that's good. But uh, I honestly have no tips on how to gain views and profit. It's all in the algorithm I think, and uh luck? Like some of my videos that I put a hell of a lot of time in barely do good, but some videos I feel like I've half arsed do amazing! Just, don't be discoureged. If you want to do something, I do belive you'll succed, even if it'll take time. Just always have backup plans too, better safe then sorry."

The video continued for another few minutes, showing y/n answering some more questions and then later on doing some other fun things around the city..

THRID CLIP;

"LAST FRIDAY NIGHT!"

The video started off by showing becky and y/n screaming their hearts out whilst doing kareoke. They were in some bar with Chris, Will, both Arthurs, George, Bach and Chip doing a pub golf for Chris's channel and at the moment they were at their 5th location.

George was filming them for instagram, laughing his ass off and trying not to snort out his drink through his nose. The other guys were also singing along, having a blast and chatting amonst themselves. These kind of videos were just excuses to get drunk and make a stupidly easy video, but the fans ate it up everytime and they always have a blast too.

"Will! Get us shots!" y/n yelled over the music, feeling drunk off her ass and yet so fucking sober too.

"Darling you're drunk off your ass." Will laughed as she approached him, hugging her waist. "Besides, we still have 2 more locations to go to." he said, holding her tight. Y/n said something that wasn't heard quite right as the clip was cut short before showing another one.

It was pitch black outside as the group walked home. Well, not all of them. Chris was on Arthur TV's back bitting him whilst Arthur yapped his ear off, Becky was on Georges back laughing with the man about something wilst y/n was getting carried bridal style by Will, nodding off on his shoulder. Will was talking with Chip and Arthur Hill, and all in all it was really good fucking night.

FOURTH CLIP;

"Will tell the camera where we're going!" y/n exclaimed to the man as she looked up at him. The footage started by showing off her and Will at what looks like to be an airport lounge.

"We're going... to Croatia!" Will said, a smile on his face as he looked at y/n and not on the camera. "Aka, to my home country!" y/n finished, beaming with joy.

It's been almost 7 years since she was last in Croatia since moving to the UK and London, and she was really excitied about it. She may not have the best memories from living there but she'd love to make some new ones whilst visiting with her boyfriend, and in the future with her friends hopefully.

The camera cut out and then a second later showed a different scenery. Y/n and Will were on the plain with Will nodding off on her shoulder whilst she yapped at the camera, explaining why she was vlogging this, what will they be doing and how excited she was to show Will her home town and to get the chance to speak her mother tounge again. It's been a few years since she had a proper long chat with somebody and she was eager to expiriance it again.

The camera cut out again and once more a second later turned on to show y/n talking with a barista in Croatian, hands moving excitedly as she spoke, obviously quite happy. Will was filming her, if it wasn't obvious.

"Bloody fucking adorable she is."

The camera caught it. Probally shoudn't have considering it was so quietly said, but that's alright too.

FIFTH CLIP;

The video started off by showing Will sitting on a hotel room bed as he looked somewhere behind the camera.

"It'll be just 5 minutes!" a voice was heard off camera, y/n's voice before a door shut. "Take as long as you need darling!" Will replied. It wasn't a bad reply or rude or something like that. Not at all. Just slightly unusual. Unusual for a sarcastic, known for witty remarks, man.

He looked down at the camera, before starting to talk.

"So uh, I kinda have something planned for the two of us, or well y/n." he started off, his voice slightly trembling, but he looked happy.

"Kinda planning to propose to the pretty lady, and uh.., would like to document it. Didn't tell anybody though, so I reckon it'll be a surprise for everybody."

"God, I hope she'll say yes, I think I'll kill myself if she says no," he chuckled out, before taking a box out of his pocket and showing the ring. It had a lovely golden band with a lovely white crystal, white quartz, her favourite. It was simple, not too flashy, but stunning nevertheless. "Really hope she'll like the ring too," Will added.

"Wish me luck," he whispered to the camera before stopping the recording as a door could be heard opening.

The clip then continued by showing Will put up a camera at the beach. He backed up and stood next to y/n, and it looked like they were doing some TikTok trend or something. As Will pointed to somewhere, y/n turned around and stayed there for a couple of seconds, just enough for Will to get down on one knee.

Y/n let out a gasp as she turned around, seeing Will. Her mouth stayed wide open, not knowing what to say.

"Y/n.." Will started off, voice sounding nervous but a smile on his face.

"The last 3 years of my life were probably one of the most enjoyable ones I've ever experienced, mostly thanks to you. You've been here with me through a lot, even if it was for a short amount of time and I cannot thank you enough."

"Usually not the one for 'love at first sight' shit, but I think that kinda happened for me once I met you. Okay- okay, maybe not immediately, you did drown me in beer-" Will's speech was cut off by a loud laugh ", but maybe after seeing you care so much and being so nice to be around for a good 2ish hours, I did know I wanted to be around you. Be with you. Corny as fuck yes, true, also yes."

"I love you y/n. I really fucking do, and I honestly don't know what I'd do without you. You're one hell of a fucking woman that changed my life for the better and I fucking can't thank you enough."

"And uh., I wanted to say something else but I fucking forgot, stupid fucking idiot," y/n caught him off again, a grin on her face "It's alright Will," she said, combing her fingers through his hair.

"Well what I wanted to also say, is um, y/n I really fucking love, and I really want to grow into an old, misrable man with you, and love you forever, so y/n l/n, hoćeš li me oženiti?" he finished off his speach in Croatian, taking a deep breath as he stopped talking, his hands shaking.

Y/n started to nod repeatedly, dropping to her knees and hugging him tight, tears streaming down both of their faces.

"Da, da, da, i da! Sto puta da, naravno. Jebemu mater, naravno. Uvijek." She rambled on, hugging him tightly as he kissed the side of her head relentlessly.

After a minute or so, they slightly pulled away so that Will could put the ring on her, kissing softly before the video stopped.

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y/n l/n: oops, zaboravila ovo spomenut ranije 💍

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willne: can't belive somebody wants to mary you

y/n l/n: 🖕💋

ksi: congrats 👊👊

user777: HUH

user111: ?!?!?!?!??!?!??!?!??!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?

bambinobecky: Y/N ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE

faithlouisak: WHAR?!?!?!??!?!?!??!

user007: WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELLY WHAT THE HELLYANTE

italianbach: there better be pasta at the wedding

livvydimartino: Y/N PICK THE FUCK UP

taliamar: OHYMGOD!??!?!?!?!?????!

chrismd10: how the hell did you manage this @willne

tobjizzle: so happy for you guys, congrats! 🤍

userooo: OMFG

userxexe: SCREAAAAAAAAAAAMING

freyanightingale: Y/N WHAT THE HELL

tennesseethresh: LITERALLY SCREAMING IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU AGHHHHHHGG

userly: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK

arthurnfhill: collab w @jamesmarriottyt at the wedding is gonna go hard

jamesmarriottyt: holy fucking airball

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willne: all i'm saying is that @jamesmarriottyt is my best man

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jamesmarriottyt: WHAT

y/n l/n: tko bi tebe htio ženit da mi je znat

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bambinobecky: @y/n l/n IS GETTING FUCKING MARRIED BITCHES

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sunrizef1 · 1 year ago

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big reputation pt 2

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Reader, Max Verstappen x ex!reader

Warnings: Cursing

Authors note: sorry this took so long bbgs

Pt 1 Pt 3

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alex_albon

Friend???

Yeah, real fucking funny

yourusername

Get out of my DMs

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lilymhe

“Friend”?

Girl that's the love of your life

“Not because he owns me but because he rly knows me” or whatever

yourusername

Ah I love him 😍

lilymhe

Trust me, i know

I've seen more than I want to

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fernandoalo_official

friend?

Querida, ese hombre te ama.

yourusername

You're the third person to comment on the “friend” thing

fernandoalo_official

Porque las únicas personas que no saben que os queréis son ciegas 😂

translation: (Friend? Darling, that man loves you) (you're the third person to comment on the friend thing) (because the only people who don't know you love each other are blind)

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logansargeant

Friend???

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Oh my god

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oscarpiastri

I don't appreciate being cut out of this picture

yourusername

Are you my boyfriend or his teammate

oscarpiastri

I'm his friend 😔

yourusername

you'll get an Insta story the day Im in your garage for race day

oscarpiastri

But you'd never be in my garage

yourusername

Well 🤷‍♀️

oscarpiastri

Damn 😔

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DELETE DELETE DELETE

THEYRE GONNA FIGURE OUT THATS ME AND BURN ME AT THE STAKE

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yourusername guys!!!! Ive seen the support on reputation and after the year I’ve had, I’m so grateful for every person that’s listened to and supported the album. As a little present for your support, I’m going on tour!!! This is only leg 1, so if there isn’t a show near you, look out for leg 2 after this one, we’ll be visiting several more countries and cities! Tickets go on sale tomorrow at 10 AM, I can’t wait to see you all on the Reputation Stadium Tour!!! 🖤🖤🖤

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user1 YESSSSSS LETS GO

user2 omg I’m gonna be back in the trenches of Ticketmaster again

user3 I need to hear don’t blame me in a packed stadium plssss

user4 no KC????

yourusername we’ll be in kc on leg 2 100%!!!

user4 LFG!!!! Tysm bae

user5 damn she loves Vegas doesn’t she

user6 the most random schedule ever lmfao

user7 she’s going to Austria!!!! No one ever goes to Austria!!!

user8 this is the first tour I’ve seen that isn’t just entirely American cities lmfao

user9 there’s like actual European cities instead of just London lol

user10 I think I recognize the order of some of these stops…

user11 Baku is so random lmfao

user12 why does she go back and forth to the us like 4 times??? 😭

charles_leclerc can’t wait!!!!

yourusername 🫶

user13 she’s coming to Hungary 😍

logansargeant this schedule looks a bit familiar 🤔

yourusername wonder why that is 🤷🏻‍♀️

user14 these tickets are gonna be so hard to get

landonorris so which show are we all going too then

oscarpiastri from the looks of it, we could go to all of them

landonorris I might not go that far 😅

logansargeant I will 🫡

lewishamilton my votes for London n1

carlossainz I say Madrid

fernandoalo_official how about both

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user15 I live in France but I will be buying tickets to Madrid and London in hopes of seeing the drivers

user16 OHHHH ITS THE F1 SCHEDULE

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yourusername Toronto you were absolutely electric for opening night of the Reputation Tour!!! I’m in awe of how many of you came out to support the show and I hope it lived up to your expectations! It was also nice to see some friends come out to support before their race this weekend 🫶. Thank you so much Toronto, I’ll see you guys again for Night 3!

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user17 WAIT THIS IS SO CUTE

user18 the show was so good!!!!!

user19 did yall see all the drivers hanging out in the vip tent 😭

user20 y/n kept pointing at the tent during every love song 😭😭😭

user21 it was so amazing!

landonorris what is that picture of me, I do not remember that

yourusername it’s from when your flight landed at two am and you both showed up to soundcheck at 6 am

landonorris and you decided to post that one???

yourusername it’s the only picture I have where you’re not wearing McLaren merch 🤷‍♀️

user22 wait Oscar and Lando showing up to soundcheck is kind of adorable

fernandoalo_official it was very good chica!!

yourusername thank you Nando!!!

user23 that picture of Alex and Lily is so cute

lilymhe it was so amazing, I’m so glad the schedule happens to line up so I can go to more shows!!! 🫶

yourusername you can have a reserved spot in the vip tent lils ❤️

lilymhe 😭🫶

user24 why is Logan tagged on the microphone slide??? He’s not in the slideshow but he’s tagged???

user25 slide 8 is 100% him but she just didn’t tag him, I know it

lewishamilton this is Lewis Hamilton erasure

yourusername ahhhh I’m sorry lew! I don’t have a good picture of you at the show where you’re not out of focus!

lewishamilton this is what happens when I let Fernando take pictures. Guess I’ll just have to go to more shows until I make the slideshow 🤔

yourusername you’re welcome any time, it was great to have you 🫶

user25 slide 8 is so cute 😭

logansargeant so good 😍

yourusername 🫶

user26 now why did Logan have the least to say out of anyone 🙄

user27 I’m convinced it’s because they’re sitting next to each other right now

alex_albon lilys now obsessed with the show so I’m sure you’ll be seeing a lot of us during leg 1

yourusername don’t act like you didn’t have fun as well

alex_albon oh I definitely did, I’ll have to start planning new reputation themed outfits to match the crowd

yourusername the bleached hair would match perfectly

charles_leclerc me and Alex had a wonderful time, thank you so much for inviting us!!!

yourusername it was so great to have you both supporting the show!

alexandrasaintmleux it was beautiful, mon chou!

yourusername tysm Alex ❤️

user28 all the drivers in the comments 😭

oscarpiastri Lando cried

landonorris no I didn’t stfu

yourusername there’s pictures lan

landonorris New Year’s Day is just so heartwarming 😔

yourusername dw lan, there’s also pictures of Oscar crying

oscarpiastri you know why I cried 😔 I’m just empathetic for his happiness 🙄

user29 “I’m empathetic for his happiness” okay so that’s about Logan and you can’t tell me otherwise

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Honored to make it into the slideshow 🫶

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Why do you have a picture of me asleep

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guess

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Lily?

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georgerussell

I’m going to be completely honest

I was completely black out

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Not offended

georgerussell

Hey I do remember the giant snake though

this just means I’ll have to go to more shows and remember those ones

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#scheduled #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 x female reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 smau #logan sargeant x you #logan sargeant x fem!reader #logan sargent fluff #logan sargent x reader #logan sargeant smau #logan sargeant fanfic #logan sargeant x reader #logan sargent x fem!reader

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lavenderspence · 1 year ago

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Missing the happy hormone | S.R.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Content warning: emotional reader, period mention, fluff

Word Count: 1.8K

Summary: Apparently Spencer Reid could make anything better - even the emotional disaster of being on your period

A/N: First, huge thank you to the cutie that sent in this request, you literally caught me while on my period so this was born. Also, here’s to my inability to write short fics, this is your only warning that i can make and will make anything long, lol. Also, my titles suck omg. And shoutout to my crazy bestie for making me a Mamma Mia girly, she rocks.

But also, happy one month to this blog! When I carved out this little space for myself a month ago I wasn’t really sure how I’d feel being back here and writing again, but so far it’s been a treat. A huge thank you for all of your support and love and thank you to my mutuals and everyone that interacted with my blog. 💕 Here’s to many more months to come!

Request: spencer x fem!reader on her period/ovulating and shes in tears all the time?? Im ovulating and have been crying for hours and keep calling my mom lmaoo he’d been so lovely and sweet I know it I can feel it in my bones

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It was a slow day at the BAU. The most exciting thing in the 6 hours Spencer had spent at work was Rossi’s invitation to dinner the following weekend.

Paperwork had piled high after their last 2 cases, so every team member was hunched over their desk, writing and revising reports. It was a never-ending cycle - finish a report, close the file, open a new one, and start all over again.

His eyes had started getting tired after four and a half hours, his hand had started cramping and he was down two pens so far, yet there was still a prominent pile on his desk.

He suspected Morgan and Emily might have pushed a file or two from theirs onto his load, seeing as he was getting done the fastest. Regardless, every few hours JJ was bringing even more to pile on top of everything that wasn’t finished, so buried in paperwork they stayed - no matter how fast he wrote or read, or how used to the load he was.

He was just thinking about getting up to prepare a fresh pot of coffee so he could function properly for a few more hours when his phone started ringing. He felt around the pockets of his suit jacket, where it sat draped on his chair, and then pulled it free.

His display showed an incoming call, a picture of you as he hugged you, hands around your middle and face almost buried into your neck, a soft smile gracing both your faces. A scenery rich with reds, browns, and yellows stood behind you, the beauty of fall was nothing short of spectacular.

The picture you’d taken last year when the team spent a weekend at Rossi’s cabin in the woods, surrounded by the beauty of landscapes and leaves, nature for miles.

He accepted the call right away, a small smile on his face.

“Hey sweetheart.” His voice was gentle, if a little raspy from misuse. He hadn’t talked much in the last few hours - just a distracted short answer here or a hum there. He was happy you were calling, though, welcoming the reprieve from the most recent report.

It was silent for a few seconds, and he wondered absentmindedly if maybe you hadn’t called him on accident, and then there came a tiny little sniffle from your side.

“Sweetheart?” He prompted, “Are you there? What’s going on?” Worry was starting to creep into the base of his spine, but he still remained calm and kept his voice gentle.

“I’m here. Hi.” Another small sniffle, “All’s good. Just…I was just wondering how much longer you’d be gone.” Your voice was small,like you thought you might upset him by asking, and a little crackly, like you yourself were upset about something.

His eyebrows furrowed, and he checked the time quickly - 3:57 pm.

“Probably about two more hours, there’s a lot of paperwork we need to go through.” His eyes met Emily’s as she sent him a curious, questioning look.

“Oh, okay.” The resignation was clear in your voice, “I’ll see you later then.” The call ended abruptly, and it took him a second to catch up.

He couldn’t help but feel like not everything was as good as you claimed it was. For one, you rarely called to ask when he’d be home - you knew his work could span into the late hours, or even stretch for days. You let him update you on any changes in his work schedule.

In your interactions, your voice was usually upbeat and teasing - especially on the phone. Your kindness was always evident in your voice, as was your mood. You were a sunshine person, if he ever met one, that’s probably why you and Penelope formed such a close bond upon meeting.

There was something that nagged him - a change in your mood he could pick up on just by your voice - too low, too small, and the cracks that he could now identify as he replayed your conversation in his head. You were keeping yourself from crying out, and yet there was nothing more apparent than the tears in your voice. And that made him worry.

“Reid, are you okay?” Emily’s voice snapped him from the hard stare he’d been giving his phone in the last several minutes since the call ended.

“I…I don’t know.” His eye twitched, and he cleared his throat before he tried and failed to articulate exactly what was happening - he himself had a hard time understanding. One thing he knew was that he needed to get home. “I..um, I need to go. Can you, please?” He asked, gusting at the remaining three files on his desk before he pulled his suit jacket on and grabbed his satchel.

Morgan and Emily shared a mildly concerned look before they both nodded their heads, “Yeah, go. Text to let us know if everything is okay.” Morgan reminded him before he exited the bullpen with a fast step and tried to keep calm.

He was aware the situation wasn’t anything that he needed to be incredibly worried over - if something was really wrong, he knew you would have let him know. Yet, he couldn’t help the way his heart constricted by the sound of your voice, or the overwhelming desire to come home and gently hold you, see what could have caused this behavior.

You were curled up on the couch, watching as Donna helped Sophie get ready for her wedding, the gentle melody of “Slipping through my fingers” filling the empty apartment. Your eyes were watering, to the point that everything was starting to get blurry. A shaky exhale left your lips.

Today has simply been a rollercoaster. Kissing Spencer goodbye this morning was the highlight of the day. What followed was nothing short of an emotional disaster.

You’d teared up during breakfast, images of picking berries with Spencer flying through your mind. The desire to make it a reality was strong.

Following that had come the overwhelming urge to bawl your eyes out, for no apparent reason whatsoever. Just cry and cry until you had it all emptied out and you could take a deep breath and continue with your day. So, cry you did, and then you’d finished with your chores for the day.

Apparently letting it all out and emptying your tear supply hadn’t happened. Seeing as around 3:30 you’d started missing your boyfriend so much, the need to hear his voice had won out, so you’d called him. You felt the need to have him home to hold you because this month’s visit from mother flow was making you feel like a crybaby.

But then there was disappointment at the notion that you needed to wait close to 3 hours before that could happen. So you quickly ended the call before he could pick up on the tone of your voice, and then you shed a few tears.

Now here you were, rewatching Mamma Mia because you really needed a pick me up, and once again, eyes shining as the tears started falling. At this point, it was a losing battle, so you let them fall, humming to the song with a broken voice.

That’s exactly how Spencer found you, not a minute later. His keys were in his hand, the satchel on his shoulder, and he was just a little bit out of breath.

The moment his eyes met you, they softened as he dropped everything and sat down next to you. His hand reached up and he cradled the side of your face, wiping your tears away.

“Hey, sweetheart. What’s wrong?” He asked in a whisper.

“Look at Donna painting Sophie’s nails, it’s...” You hiccuped, another wave of tears washing over you. “And you’re home, why are you home?” Your question was met with a furrow in his brow, as his thumbs continued wiping underneath your eyes.

“You called.” He answered simply.

“But you said-” He stopped you before you could finish your sentence.

“I did, yes. But you sounded off and sad, so. Want to tell me what’s going on?” He prompted you gently as he pushed your hair back and pulled you into his lap after, feeling like you needed the physical contact.

You weren’t ashamed to admit it, per se, but you were ashamed that your hormones had caused him to leave work and race home to be with you.

“It’s my period,” you mumbled, hands wrapping around his neck as you hid your face in his chest, too tired to prevent your eyes from watering again. “It’s been going on all day. Randomly, I’d just get so emotional, and the tears would start. I was missing you so much too, and then hearing the song, bam, tears again. I’m so done with this Spence.” You sounded barely coherent, with your face pushed as close to him as possible.

It all made sense now, you’d been cranky a few days ago, and then you’d told him last night your cramps were unbearable, so he knew you were on your period, but right now he felt like an idiot for not figuring it out himself.

“It’s okay, everything is fine. The drop in estrogen and progesterone, following your ovulation triggered this. This in turn reduced the production of serotonin, your happy hormone. So, we just need to boost it a bit.” He whispered into your ear as you played with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“How?” You sighed into his chest, almost being able to pick up on the sound of his heartbeat.

He got deep in thought for a few seconds as you breathed in his scent, and a sense of calmness slowly overtook you now that he was home and holding you. One of his hands was running soothing circles on your back as the other held your hand, fingers interlocked.

“How about we take a trip to the store and get you some snacks? We’ll pick up dinner on the way home and then I'll hold you some more and you'll pick a movie for us to watch.” He suggested, kissing the crown of your head once, twice, and many more times until you gave him an answer.

“Yeah, yeah, I think that would help, but just having you here has done wonders.” You finally laid your head against his chest, looking up to meet his eyes. He smiled, and so did you. Having him here really had helped immensely, and when had it not? He was your other half, your rock, and even when your emotions ran rampant or you were feeling down, just his presence, his touch, and his understanding were enough to make it all okay.

Later in the evening, Penelope sent you a photo of Sergio sleep-hugging a little plushy you’d gotten him, and the waterworks started all over again. Luckily, Spencer was there, wiping your tears and kissing your head, saying a thousand things without actually speaking a word.

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