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currently thinking abt euijoo wanting to be a father...and him having a breeding kink...just a thought 😊 but also i was wondering if i could be your 🍎 anon? i love ur blog so much (i sent the asks abt &t's sizes and sounds in the bedroom btw 😁) everything abt your account makes me so happy and i hope it makes u happy too 🩷🩷
the way he'd beg u to let him breed u,, he'd come to u letting u know how bad he wants to be a father,, how bad he wants to fuck u full,, he'd be so so desperate and almost in tears abt it bc he wants it sooo bad,, he would be so so gentle tho and he'd make it such an intimate situation, he takes his time with u and he'd treat u with sm care, every thrust would mean smth as he holds ur hand in his ughh and he'd make sure nothing spills out when he's done <3
also yes ofc u can be an anon!! ur so so sweet :(( im glad ur enjoying my blog and that it makes u happy,, it makes me pretty happy as well so im so so grateful!! also ur an icon for the other asks <3
#bunny chats <3#🍎 anon#bye how'd i forget to tag this#what goes on with me#tagging this two days later 💀#&team hard hours#&team smut#andteam smut#kpop smut#&team hard thoughts#andteam hard hours#andteam ej smut#&team ej smut
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so, in the fun little world that exists in my head where we could one day see another game for the series keeping with the style of SPVTWTG, I just had a really cute idea for what they could do with the Knives assist animation for Kim? She could jump into the scene and whip out Scott's bass to play a couple notes from their song in SPTO! I don't think that really warrants the damage that typically comes with the stun effect in the original game's assist animation for them, but maybe there could be some sort of trade off? Like, it heals for more, or stuns longer. (Enemies would be stunned in this case because it's just an undeniably good song- you gotta stop and listen.)
#this idea was drafted and stashed away for safe keeping btw#ooc#spvtwtg#scott pilgrim versus the world the game#kim pine#knives chau#spto#scott pilgrim game#scott pilgrim takes off#scott pilgrim fandom#but im not gonna tag the other two#also for clarification- despite how I squint and analyze things with that scene- this is in no way intended to be a ship post. kinda the +#+opposite i guess? looking at how they neutered how knives is treated in every adaptation as compared to the base series I don't think +#+they'd let their sprite slide these days- like *bryan* wouldn't let it happen I don't think. bc he wouldn't wanna hear abt it later is +#+the feeling I get 💀 so yeah. this is kinda like what I think they'd do if they game had been made now i guess!#(this post was drafted in *december* btw)
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hiii!
I love your writing sooo much and I just had an idea for a story with Lando (if you write for him)
The idea came to me when I was watching one of his interviews in which he gets asked if he likes cats or dogs and he says that he's DEFINITELY a dog person and hates cats (which should be a crime imo)
Anyway I was wondering if you could write a story in which the reader LOVEEEES cats and Lando likes reader a lot but they tell him that they refuse to date someone who doesn’t like cats so Lando tries to charm/befriend their cat/cats
nine lives — ln4
lando norris x !cat lover reader
smau + blurbs
You’ve always said you could forgive many things in a relationship—bad taste in music, questionable cooking, even the occasional forgotten anniversary. But not liking cats? Unforgivable. Which is why, when a clip of Lando—your boyfriend of almost a year—where he boldly declares “I just don’t trust cats. They stare at you like they’re plotting your death.”, your phone practically explodes with notifications. And right in the middle of your peaceful Sunday morning, curled up in bed with four purring furballs and one very smug grey baby sprawled on your chest, Lando walks into the room holding his phone like it’s ticking.
“They’re all sending me this video,” he says, deadpan. “And now half the internet thinks we’re about to break up because I disrespected Mister Whiskers the Third.”
You blink at him. “You did. And you disrespected me.”
And that’s when he sighs���loudly, dramatically—and looks your cats in the eye like he’s facing his greatest challenge yet.
“I guess I’m gonna have to win them over, huh?”
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(a/n) : hi babyyyyyy. thanks for the love:) i am a huge cat person so this was very fun for me to write. my cat was stepping on my keyboard keys as i was literally trying to type it out. LMAOOO
ALSO NOT MY DUMBASS HAVING THIS EDITED AND READY FOR TWO DAYS AND NOT REALIZING. IM SO SORRY.
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lando’s ‘undercover’ GQ interview — 6/23/2025

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It starts innocently enough. You’re lounging on the couch in your sunlit living room, a tabby curled against your hip, a calico stretched across your feet, and your ancient, grumpy Persian—Count Meowcula—curled up like a loaf of bread on the coffee table. Lando is still asleep upstairs, likely tangled in the duvet with his mouth slightly open and hair sticking up like a dandelion. You’re scrolling through your phone when the first tag pops up.
@/username000 : NOT LANDO SAYING HE HATES CATS 💀💀💀 @/yourusername come get your man pls
You furrow your brows and click the link.
It’s a recent clip, from the GQ interview he just did the other day. The interviewer shows him an old clip of himself.
And the younger Lando on the video, without missing a beat, replies with boyish arrogance, “Dogs, obviously. Cats are evil. I don’t trust them. They just sit there and judge you.”
Your jaw drops a little. “Excuse me?”
He goes on—oh, he goes on.
“They’re always knocking things off tables. Like, why? For what reason? I could never live with a cat. I’d be on edge all the time.”
You blink at the screen, stunned. A moment later, your mentions erupt like fireworks.
@/username00 : so like… yn owns FIVE cats and lando said THIS?????
@/username0 : the betrayal. the slander. does Count Meowcula know??
@/username1 : if my man ever said this about cats i’d simply let them scratch his eyes out 😭
You let out a little laugh—half horrified, half amused—and glance around the room. As if sensing drama, your youngest cat, a tiny grey kitten named Pickles, climbs onto your lap and stares directly into your phone screen like she’s reading the replies.
“I know,” you murmur to her. “He’s got some explaining to do.”
Almost on cue, heavy footsteps pad down the stairs. You hear a yawn, then a groggy voice.
“Morning…” Lando steps into the room, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He’s in one of your hoodies and a pair of mismatched socks, hair a complete mess.
You swivel your phone toward him, the video paused on the exact moment he says, “Cats are evil.”
He squints. “Oh no.”
“Oh yes.”
Lando flops face first onto the couch beside you, groaning into a throw pillow. “I was, like, twenty! I didn’t know better!”
“The internet disagrees.” You smirk, holding your phone up as notifications keep pouring in. “You’ve got approximately two million cat lovers and a grumpy Count Meowcula very disappointed in you.”
Lando turns his head, eyes squinting at the Persian cat who is, indeed, staring at him with an expression of utter betrayal.
“I told him it was an old interview,” you say solemnly. “He doesn’t care.”
“I’ll never earn his forgiveness, will I?”
“Not unless you make amends.”
He sits up dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. “Then I have no choice. I must… bond with the cats.”
“Oh?” you tease. “The same cats who are evil? The ones you can’t trust?”
“I was young! I was foolish!” He throws himself at your feet in mock agony. “Please, my love, allow me to prove myself to you—and to Pickles. And to Mr. Whiskers. And… Count Meowcula.” He pauses.
“God, why do they all sound like retired supervillains?”
“Because they are.”
Pickles meows at him, unimpressed. Lando slowly sits back up, adjusting his hoodie and patting his lap. “Alright. I’m ready. Send me your softest warrior.”
You raise an eyebrow. “You’re serious?”
“I’m ready to face the consequences of my words,” he says solemnly. “Bring me the cats.”
One by one, like some ceremonial trial, the cats are introduced. Pickles curls up beside him without protest. Mr. Whiskers claws his leg once, just for good measure, and then lays on his foot. Count Meowcula eyes him for a solid three minutes before climbing onto his lap and promptly falling asleep.
You grab your phone and take a picture of the scene—Lando sitting stiff as a board, surrounded by cats, one paw resting over his knee like a warning.
Moments later, the tweet goes viral. The top reply?
@/alex_albon : petition for Lando to do a cat photoshoot in apology form.
You grin and show it to him.
“Absolutely not,” Lando mutters as Mr. Whiskers licks his hand. “Okay. Maybe. Only if I get to wear the little ears too.”
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alex_albon : yes. absolutely. dump him. lily and i will take you and your cats in.
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oscarpiastri : I, for one, stand for feline rights. #teampickles
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charles_leclerc: just wait til she has a conversation with zhou about this…
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f1gossipgirls : Lando on live tonight with YN’s kitten Pickles!
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The stream wasn’t even supposed to happen. It started because Max texted Lando “go live you coward I miss your face”, and then fifteen minutes later Lando was setting up his webcam while you sat cross legged on the couch, cradling Pickles in your lap like royalty. You had no intention of being on camera—until Pickles decided to launch himself from your arms and climb straight up Lando’s hoodie mid-intro.
“AH—oh my god—HE’S IN MY SHIRT,” Lando yelps, half-laughing, half-panicking, while you scramble into frame trying to extract the tiny menace from his hood. The comments explode instantly.
@/username0000 : IS THAT PICKLES??
@/username000: this is already the best stream of the year
You finally wrestle the kitten free and sit down beside Lando, both of you breathless from laughing. Pickles, smug as ever, curls into a perfect ball on Lando’s shoulder like he owns the place.
“He’s… decided to stay,” Lando mutters, eyes wide. “I’m not moving for the rest of the stream.”
“That’s called growth,” you tease. “You used to call him a demon.”
“I still think he is,” Lando says. “He’s just my demon now.”
Then Max joins the call. And everything goes downhill.
“Oi,” Max says, grinning into his camera. “Am I interrupting domestic bliss?”
“Pickles almost crawled into my ribcage five minutes ago,” Lando replies. “So yes, but it’s fine.”
You wave at Max. “Hi Max. I saved your best friend from a feline induced death.”
“Legend,” Max says with a wink. “Though if Pickles had finished the job, I’d finally win our Fantasy league.”
Lando flips him off. The chat goes wild. Over the next half hour, it descends into total chaos. Lando’s trying to game, Max is throwing shade, and you’re in the background trying to keep Pickles from knocking over an open can of Monster with the energy of a feral toddler. At one point a conversation sparks.
Max started. “So YN, how many cats is too many cats?”
You thought for a moment. ”Hypothetically?”
“Yeah.”
“Ten.”
Lando spits out his drink, “TEN?”
You shrugged, “I’m just saying. We have the space.”
Max laughed. “This is how it starts. First it’s one kitten, next thing you know, you’re on a reality show called My Strange Addiction..’”
You laughed, “I’d watch my episode.”
Lando sighed heavily, “Don’t give her ideas, she’s already been measuring out a catio for the balcony.”
The chat is unhinged at this point.
@/username11: lando is literally becoming the cat dad he swore he’d never be and I love it
Then Pickles decides to crawl back onto Lando’s lap mid game, and instead of pushing him off, Lando just says, “Okay okay buddy, you can sit there, just don’t touch the mouse—”
Immediately, Pickles touches the mouse. Lando loses the round. Max howls laughing.
“I’ve been sabotaged,” Lando groans. “By my own child.”
You hand him a tiny sweater. “He earned this.”
Lando holds up the sweater to the camera—soft knit, neon orange, a little lightning bolt stitched across the back.
“It’s giving superhero sidekick,” Max says. “He needs a cape.”
“Don’t tempt me,” you say, already pulling out your phone to text your Etsy supplier.
By the end of the stream, Pickles is asleep on Lando’s chest, purring, and Lando’s stroking his tiny head absentmindedly while bickering with Max about who cheated in karting back in 2015.
“He’s so gone,” Max mouths into the camera, pointing at Lando, who doesn’t even notice because he’s too busy whispering, “You’re my best mate, but if you ever touch my mouse again, I swear—” to a literal sleeping kitten.
The final shot before the stream ends? Lando kissing the top of Pickles’ head without even realizing he’s doing it. The comments explode. And the clip goes viral.
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You come home expecting the usual—a trail of cat toys on the stairs, a half consumed cup of Lando’s coffee on the kitchen counter, and Pickles dramatically lounging in your spot on the couch. What you don’t expect is Lando standing in the hallway with his hands behind his back and the guiltiest grin on his face.
“What did you do?” you ask instantly.
“Why do you assume I did something?” he replies, rocking on his heels.
“You only smile like that when you’ve either crashed a scooter or spent a suspicious amount of money.”
“I prefer the term invested.”
You narrow your eyes. “Lando…”
He takes your hand. “Okay. Just… come with me.”
He leads you to the balcony, practically vibrating with excitement. The sliding doors are already open, and the cats are pacing back and forth like they know something’s up. And then you see it. A catio.
Not just any catio. A custom, multi-level, architectural wonderland that stretches across half the balcony. There’s a tunnel system, clear bubble pods for sunbathing, platforms shaped like trophies, and tiny nameplates engraved for each cat. At the top—of course—is Count Meowcula, looking down on his kingdom like he’s about to demand taxes.
You blink. “Lando. What the hell is this?”
“It’s a Catio 2.0,” he says proudly. “Designed it with a guy from Reddit. Don’t ask how much it cost.”
You turn to him, stunned.
“And this?” you say, gesturing to the racing stripe hammock that literally says “PICKLES’ PAD.”
He scratches the back of his neck. “Okay that part was my idea. And the tiny pit wall.”
There is a tiny pit wall. You burst out laughing, hand over your mouth. “I can’t believe you did this.”
He shrugs, pulling you into a hug. “You said they deserved fresh air and enrichment. And I figured… if I’m gonna be a cat dad, I might as well go all in.”
You lean up and kiss him, dizzy with love. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I know,” he grins. “But you love me anyway.”
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It started as a joke. You were scrolling through Instagram with Lando one night, curled up on the couch while Pickles aggressively kneaded his thigh. Zhou had just posted yet another selfie with Sweetcorn, his fluffy, spoiled cat, perched on his shoulder like a queen.
Lando squinted at the screen. “I’m starting to think Zhou loves that cat more than he loves people.”
You smirked. “I respect it. Honestly, I love sweetcorn too.”
“Okay, weird. But what if we got him, like… a Sweetcorn pillow?” Lando said, half joking, half serious.
You stared at him. “Wait. That’s actually genius.”
Two weeks later, the package arrives.
A two foot long plush pillow—an eerily accurate, almost too realistic version of Sweetcorn, down to the slightly tilted ears and smug expression. You nearly cry laughing when you pull it out of the box. Lando holds it up like he’s presenting Simba.
“We’ve peaked,” he declares. “This is our legacy.”
You’re both waiting outside the Ferrari hospitality unit when Zhou walks up, sunglasses on, coffee in hand, completely unprepared.
Lando grins. “Got you a present.”
Zhou raises a brow. “What’d you do?”
Then you pull the pillow out from behind your back and hold it up proudly.
Zhou stops. Blinks. Takes off his sunglasses in slow motion.
“You did not.”
“Oh, we did,” you laugh. “Meet… travel-sized Sweetcorn.”
Zhou stares at the pillow, mouth open, completely speechless. Then, without a word, he drops his coffee and takes the pillow in his arms like a long lost child.
“I’m never sleeping alone again,” he says.
Lando bursts out laughing. “We made it extra squishy so you’d get maximum cuddle support.”
Zhou is still cradling the pillow, already doing voices— “‘Who needs anyone when I’ve got you, Sweetcorn 2.0.’”
You snap a picture of him holding the pillow like a baby, and before long it’s all over social media.
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lando : i have made amends with all the cat people in my life. built a catio, traveled to the albon farm and got zhou a mini sweetcorn. and i can say i finally understand why max broke down the door for his cat children.
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OT13 reaction to your siblings call them “oppa” instead of brother-in-law
Request: OT13’s reaction to their wife’s siblings calling them “(older) brother” [or oppa in korean] instead of “brother-in-law” THANK YOU Have a nice night/day/afternoon
A/N: Lol, this reminded me of how I call my cousin’s spouses [my sibling isn’t married] ‘brother’ and ‘sister’ instead of brother-in-law or sister-in-law. I just feel more comfortable calling them that [they're too!]. I think I’m the only one in the family who does this, so it feels like an ‘us’ thing, yk? I recently started switching to calling my sister-in-law actually sister-in-law because, heh, I felt a bit immature still calling her ‘sister’ Though I slip up sometimes, but it’s okay!!
A/N #2: First of all, I'm not Korean... Second, I added Joshua in two categories because I'm not sure which one he might be 💀 He's unpredictable
Oh loves it a little too much — Dokyeom, Mingyu, Seungkwan
Becomes a literal golden retriever the moment he hears your sibling say, “Oppa, can you pass me the kimchi?” His whole face lights up like a Christmas tree. “Of course! Do you want rice too?” It doesn’t matter if they’re older or younger [I mean obviously is younger in this scenario but can be nam-dongsaeng if older, instead of oppa/hyung], the word ’oppa’ hits a soft spot for him. Makes him feel officially part of the family and he lives for that. He’ll even brag to you after: “They called me oppa. That means they really like me, right? 🥺” And if it never happens again, he’ll still talk about the one time it did because it was a core memory to him.
Finds it adorable but will tease you and them about it — Jeonghan, Jun, Hoshi
Smirks the first time it happens. Stares at your sibling, then at you. “Oppa?? Since when?” Loves it, actually, but he's going to act way too smug about it. “Tell your sister [his wife; you, y/n] I want coffee too. Oppa’s tired” with a smirk. He uses it as leverage to win family points, but deep down he’s really touched. He thinks it’s sweet that they feel that close to him.
Mildly... panics (?) but tries not to make it obvious — Joshua (1), Wonwoo, Woozi, Vernon
First reaction is: 🧍♂️
Did they just call me... oppa?? He wasn’t prepared. He thought he was signing up to be a brother-in-law with formal respect and maybe distant nods, but definitely not a new big brother. Might whisper ask to you later, “am I... supposed to answer to that?” Still, he won’t complain. He’ll go with it, kind of flustered but too polite to correct anyone. Inside though, he’s still buffering like: “I married you...??? no??” But if they keep calling him that for months? He gets used to it and one day accidentally answers to them even though they're calling someone else.
Kind of offended and wants to remind them he MARRIED you — Seungcheol, Joshua (2), Minghao, Dino
Cue the 👁️👄👁️ stare. “I’m sorry. What did you just call me?” He does not hate your siblings. He just thought he’d get ‘brother-in-law,’ status or at the very least be called 형부 [hyungbu/brother-in-law]. Not this casual nonsense ‘oppa’ or ‘brooo’ energy like he’s just another guy in the house. He’ll let it slide once, but he definitely leans in during dinner like, “you do remember I married your sister, right?“ [might as well add, “... Legally. With papers.” if he's feeling it]. But later, when you ask if he’s really mad: “No. I just wanted the tag. Is that so wrong?” [He’s not mad. He just wanted to feel ✨ distinguished ✨ for a second. It's not even respect, but the fact he married you 😂]
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Simon ''Ghost'' Riley — Masterlist 💀🖤



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This Masterlist only has the material I've created in 2024. To explore older works, you can check my Main Masterlist, or use the tags #Simon Riley x Fem!Reader or #Ghost mw2 on my profile to access all my works!
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Ongoing Series Lorelei
Synopsis: Aware of the way his lifestyle doesn't align with your dream life and unwilling to quit his life as a soldier, Simon breaks things off with you. It isn't until a year later that he sees you again, a tiny carbon copy of him held in your arms.
K-9
Simon Riley and his pathetic efforts to get close to the new medic will earn him a scar or two
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Simon Riley is in love with an uninterested, tired medic.
Angel
Synopsis: Afraid of giving you the same destiny all his loved ones met, an emotionally unavailable Simon does his best to pretend being in love with you for one night, later deciding to introduce you to the one person who can give you the love you want; John Price.
Smut
Silly love-making
Simon's obsession with pornstar!reader
Sex on camera
No man could act this good
Using his naked body for art purposes
Love-making
FWB!Simon cucking your hookup
Tattoo Artist!Simon
Prettiest girl in Edinburgh
Hybrid cat!Reader tag teamed by Simon and Johnny
Soul-crushing devotion and medical emergencies
AI!Reader gets a physical body
Neet!Reader jerks him off
Hybrid wolf!Simon x Catgirl!Reader
Sleep-walking, but fucking instead
Simon becomes vocal when you give him blowjobs
Rimming him
Monster fucker
Dick headcanons
Catgirl in heat
Drabbles
Gym bros Johnny and Simon
Creature!Reader
Tag team 🌶️
Simon Riley is a stray, roughed up cat
Seduction goes against the rules
Nymphomaniac!Reader
Immortal!Reader
The phrase ''the wife'' is always in Simon's mouth
Choking🌶️
Cock warming🌶️
Lipstick marks on his cock
Neet!Reader sniffing his armpits
Milf!Reader drives Simon insane🌶️
Military high ranked!Reader
What turns him off
I have no faith, but I believe in you
You and your daughter love his tattooed arm
Simon is a furnace
Creature!Reader cuddles
Asking for sex after he had a bad day
Cumming too early🌶️
Wearing a white wife beater
Girl dad
Raccoon
Simon makes weird faces under the mask
Juiciest ass in the Task Force
Bulking
Dating a MILF
Naked cuddles
Relationship similar to Batman and Catwoman
Work Song
Cumming on your glasses🌶️
Touch starvation
Fluff & Hurt/Comfort
Expensive presents
Displays of trust
The most broken man turns to religion when you're hurt
A man without big pecs is like an angel without wings
Simon Riley was made for soul-crushing devotion
Broken man in love
Cuddles after a bad day
Simon is a giant black cat
Ai!Assistant Reader
Ai!Assistant Reader bothering Simon
Second chance at being an uncle to your niece
''I'll be the weapon when he needs protection''
Moody catgirl
Red panda hybrid!Reader
Hiccups during sex🌶️
First relationship
Angst
Emotionally unavailable
Immortal!Reader doesn't come back to life
Angel - Part I | Part II
#simon riley x you#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon ghost x you#ghost call of duty#ghost mw2#ghost cod#ghost#cod mw2#cod mwii#ghost x reader#ghost x you#simon riley x y/n#simon riley fluff#call of duty#mw2 ghost#mw2#cod#modern warfare 2#cod mw3#ghost mw3#mw3#call of duty mw3#mwii#ghost x fem!reader#ghost x female reader#ghost x y/n#simon x reader
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’I can’t stop cheating on my loving boyfriends’ simulator
Tag so dry I had to make a game to cope (ಥ_ಥ)
You're a Ticket Agent for the Astral Express. Despite the lively co-workers/customers, your life was very mundane, until one day two regulars confess their love to you.
You jump on the chance to live your own drama and accept them both. However, upon discovering their true natures, the genre shifts to one of survival as this secret could mean life or death.
What the fuck did you get yourself into?
Images containing blood and glitches below, implications of suicide
Do you know how much trouble gifs give me? Half the day was my app failing to export 💀
Backstories
Argenti’s family was poor and on the verge of being evicted, so you could understand their surprise when a stranger offered them a deal:
Join their religion in exchange for a life of comfort.
After much deliberation and little to lose they agreed. It was quickly discovered that the group was a cult who believed Argenti to be a reincarnation of Idrilla due to his beauty. For the remainder of his childhood, the child was spoiled but devoid of physical contact.
It wasn't until the first sacrifice that his parents realised what danger they were in.
The family tried to escape but were caught. Before Argenti's eyes, his parents were torn apart by the enraged cultists - accidently soaking him with 'impurity'. What followed... he couldn't remember. But since then, Idrilla has been visiting him in his sleep.
On his 15th birthday, the cult was busted by police due to members embezzling money from work. The majority were sent to prison, leaving Argenti to be adopted by a martial artist.
He completed intensive therapy and no longer thinks himself a deity; rather, unbeknownst to others, he had been searching for Idrilla.
And now, he's finally found his God - even if you insist otherwise.
Sunday thought his family was happy. Even when his Mother would enter catatonic slumps, he thought it was due to her 'illness'.
It wasn't until Robin's birth that he realised the truth; His Mother had an outburst and almost choked him to death, screaming how 'they ruined her life'. Since then, he's tried his best to please her to no avail.
His Father reassured him that she wasn't herself, yet from all the years of her smiling, Sunday could tell this was her true face. The Mother no longer pretended, even when Robin cried from neglect and her husband drowned her in luxury.
There were times he questioned if his Father, for all his good intentions, was doing anything right. When he brought this up, the man merely stated that this was love - and when you are truly taken, you should never let go.
It was a Sunday when his Mother returned to 'normal'. The family dared to believe everything was fine, and eventually, she was granted more freedom.
Freedom that took his Mother away.
Sunday still recalls what his Father told him that day as her coffin lowered into the ground. He remembers it every time you walk away from him.
No, he won't be anything like his Father. He'll be better.
Tips
Argenti: Play along with the Idrilla facade and you'll be fine. Unlike Sunday, he believes what he is doing is right, so don't waste your breath trying to reason with him. It's pretty hard to get onto his bad side unless you shatter his delusions - in which case, to him, everything is on the table.
Sunday: Interacting with him is like navigating a minefield in the dark. You never know what he's truly thinking until it's too late, however, if you lay low and pretend to be agreeable you may buy enough time to escape. Don't let it run on for too long, and keep your documents hidden.
Do not break up with them. That is quite literally the worst thing you could do. And God forbid they find out about each other.
Endings
These are just examples. More may be added later on
Mr Worldwide [Good]: Successfully change your identity and leave the country without telling anyone
I Love Democracy [Bad]: Aggravate both Sunday and Argenti so bad they become friends, join forces, and 'share' you (see Extras)
I Like Trains [Neutral]: Provoke Sunday and let him chase you on the train tracks. Get his leg stuck and watch the Astral Express run him over (This does not save you from Argenti)
Eat the Rich [Good]: Give Sunday an overdose and kill him without incriminating yourself. Meet Robin at the funeral and successfully evade her suspicion (do not get her interested in you). Get Argenti admitted to an asylum indefinitely. Profit
Godzilla or King Kong? [Good]: Instigate Sunday and Argenti's conflict without incriminating yourself and get them to kill each other
Hasta la Vista, Baby [Bad]: Tell Argenti about Sunday. Let him burn Sunday's house down with Gopher inside. Drain Sunday's money. Confess your involvement to Sunday about his demise over text. Condemn Argenti over text and push him to the brink. Wait for either of them to kill you (randomised) (see Extras)
Extras
The second is a placeholder CG
When is this game coming out? NEVER
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DELICATE. teaser!


⠀☆ SYNOPSIS. pop sensation spencer mckenzie's life has long been flipped upside down when she finds herself in a mild internet beef with paige bueckers— but it's not like it's her fault. paige started it when she called her music "overrated" (like, who says that? about the daughter of a fellow uconn legend, no less.); she left spencer with no choice but to clap back. what she doesn’t expect is for paige to respond by tweeting an offer to take her on a date as her public "apology", or to run into her in–person at an event a week later, or to end up falling so damn hard. now spencer has to decide, fast: is she ready to let paige in and be in love again, or will she let the demons of her past take this away, too? after all, the whole world is watching.
warnings. mentions of past cheating, mentions of a past friendship breakup and betrayal
notes. not a prologue or anything like that! just a snippet from the first chapter. i have to proofread one more time and make a few revisions, and then i'll have the whole thing up asap! stay tuned!
taglist. @wosolipa, @syraxsbigfanfr ( tysm for the interest and support ♡ if you'd like to be added just comment or send an ask! )
word count. 553
los angeles, california.
this is utterly pathetic, spencer knows, but she can’t bring herself to care.
she digs her spoon further into her fudge brownie ice cream, scooping up a hefty chunk before shamelessly shoveling it into her mouth. she doesn’t care if any of it drips onto and stains this designer–italian–whatever sofa, either. after surviving what officially has been the worst year of her life— publicly humiliated, cheated on, and, surprise! the other woman is your best friend— she feels she’s earned the right to spend her couple days of downtime wallowing.
she’s halfway through the pint of ben & jerry’s and a few hours into a buffy the vampire slayer binge–watch when her phone buzzes against her leg.
leela 🫶 : sis have u seen this?? leela 🫶 : it’s about you 💀
the notification sound chimes again, followed by a link. spencer narrows her eyes, already prepared to see another brain–dead take on her personal life or completely made up blind item when she clicks on it.
it’s a tiktok, some promo thing the dallas wings did with their players ahead of the season. “this or that: music edition”, the colorful text on the screen reads. whoever’s behind the camera goes up to several of the players, asking them to choose between different artists— drake or kendrick, taylor or beyoncé, that kind of thing. spencer’s brain is already half–way checked out before she hears:
“okay, spencer mckenzie or taissa rey?”
because of course. just messy.
spencer told her self she wouldn’t engage with content comparing her and her former best friend anymore— it’s stupid, self–destructive, and just bad for her brain— but it’s honestly still vindicating to see so many of the players pick her. she actually feels her chest tighten, a little. sometimes, she gets so caught up in negative headlines and the drama of it all, she almost forgets that there are people that still like her. still choose her.
and then the video cuts to her.
paige bueckers.
national champion, uconn golden girl, dallas wings star, ridiculously hot paige bueckers. of course, spencer’s seen her before— years ago at her dad’s camps when she would tag along everywhere he went, at games when she still had the time to drop in and catch them in person, all over her for you page in what has to have been hundreds of unabashedly thirsty edits more recently. and if one or two of said edits happen to be saved in her favorites folder, that’s between her and tiktok hq.
she looks good in this video, too, with her hair pulled back into a low bun and blue eyes catching the lighting in the gym just right, lips already curved in a half–smirk before she hears the question. her toned arms are on full display in her wings practice jersey, biceps inadvertently flexing as her arms cross over her chest.
for some reason, spencer finds herself holding her breath as she awaits the blonde’s answer, hand suspended mid–air, still holding a spoonful of ice cream.
but paige doesn’t even hesitate before going: “taissa, easy.” she nods definitively. “that spencer song is lowkey overrated.”
the video is onto the next topic before spencer can even fully register it.
she stares at her phone screen, blinking dumbly. sits up. rewinds. watches it again.
and again.
“overrated?” she mutters aloud.
#fic ; delicate.#paige bueckers x oc#paige bueckers#uconn wbb#uconn huskies#wbb x reader#wbb imagine#wlw#wlw smut#asap meaning when i get these few assignments out of the way lol
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relationship reveal — 𝐥𝐬. 𝟏𝟖 lance stroll x fem!black!reader requested! smau. vacation romance. profanity. a couple of suggestive lines. one line of dark humor (toaster bath). fluff and angst. sibling dynamics (bullying). hard launch (but sad). heartbreak. this might count as breaking up.
synopsis: if you love her, you have to let her go. who the hell came up with that?
༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. i think my tags are overdramatic but, i’m not trying to getting jumped in my inbox for miss tagging anything. also, i know lance isn’t a fan favorite, but i’m in love with this smau, and i will not be accepting any judgement xxx
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instagram • ynplays • december 14th • cozy in a cabin ⚑

liked by valkyrae, yourbestie, segagenesisthedawg, and 43,879 others
ynplays: falling love with canada🇨🇦🍁🏒⛸️🌨️
tagged yourbestie, segagenesisthedawg, nhl
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ynplays: sega cries after he walks us back to our room at night and leaves 😫
➥ user1: she’s just a liddol girl 🥹
➥ user2: the puppy has spoken u have to keep him i don’t make the rules 🤷🏿♀️
➥ user3: so...you have no choice but to run away with him into the sunset.
yoursister: booooo we get it you've been brainwashed by a canadian man 🙄🙄🙄
➥ ynplays: when was the last time you smiled today
➥ yoursister: it's difficult when ALL you do is yap about your crush on this hockey-core man 🤢
➥ ynplays: he gives himbo hockey player IM TELLNG YOU !!!
➥ user4: so he's canadian 😶
user5: his name starts with an L, he's approx 6'0, is brunette with brown eyes, and he's canadian with hockey player vibes👐🏻
➥ user6: i could walk two (2) steps outside of my house in ottawa and i'd run into a man who fits this description 😭😭
➥ user7: he sounds like every other bitch???
➥ user8: let's go through every minor and major hockey league roster again
➥ yourfriend1: "again?" who TF has time for that
user9: tagging THE nhl is crazy 💀
➥ user8: i'm telling you he's a hockey player
➥ user10: idk man he doesn't look like a hockey build in either of these photos🤔
igstory • yoursister uploaded!


[caption1; me and sis] [caption2; fuck. i guess they're kinda cute together 😒]
yourfriend2: did you see them doing snow angels together 🥺🥺☹️ yourfriend2: that had me smiling ngl...they're adorable yoursister: yeah, i'm just happy there's no red flags she's ignoring, he seems like a genuine dude
user11: do you improve of this lance? 6'0, brown eyes, brunette, canadian hockey player 🙂 yoursister: uhh i fear for his life,,are u gonna put a hit on him or smth yoursister: also he is not a hockey player lol user11: oh🫣 yoursister: i'm pretty sure he's like a car engineer or smth? i think i heard him say that
twitter • december 16th
instagram • ynplays • december 16th • sanctuary ⚑

liked by nhl, yoursister, yourbestie, yourmom, and 42,313 others
ynplays: i don't want to leave.
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nhl: not me crying 😩 - admin
➥ user12: huh
➥ user13: nhl admin relatable
yourbestie: aw babe. enjoy your last five days here :)
➥ ynplays: i only have five days left 😟
➥ yourfriend1: oh girlie...it'll be alright
➥ yourfriend2: i always hate this part of the vacation
yoursister: please ask lance if he's willing to take you off my hands. permanently preferably.
➥ ynplays: are you familiar with the term sympathy?
➥ yoursister: oh you're sad for real
➥ yoursister: 😕 therapy session in the hot tub now ladies
➥ user14: this is depressing me
user15: hey, you can just elope? i don't think you've added that to your toolbox yet
➥ ynplays: too sad to even consider it rn
➥ ynplays: nvm he invited me to his cabin later 👅✌🏽
➥ user15: use protection 🙂↔️
user16: i feel like this should have a sensitive content warning
➥ user17: my day is ruined
➥ user18: and my disappointment is immeasurable
➥ user19: THERES 104 DAYS OF SUMMER VACATION🗣️🔊
➥ user20: read the room man @/user19
twitter • ynplays • december 21st
instagram • lancestroll • december 24th

liked by estebanocon, chloestroll, astonmartinf1, and 2,109,764 others
lancestroll: winter break has never felt so short. i missed you the second you stepped away from me. happy holidays, baby.
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estebanocon: it’ll get better eventually mate ❤️🩹 believe it or not
➥ lancestroll: finding it hard to believe rn
chloestroll: come have some hot cocoa with me
➥ lancestroll: yn liked hot cocoa
➥ scottyjames31: oh mate…
➥ user21: okay, i'm concerned for my health. there's some sort of clear liquid leaking from my eyes
➥ user22: FUCK man this is sad 😕
astonmartinf1: chin up lance - admin
➥ alpinef1team: feeling for you mate - admin
➥ mercedesamgf1: sad it ended up like this for you lance - admin
➥ user23: the f1 teams are assembling like the avengers in infinity war for this
➥ user24: an unforgettable day in f1 history
yourmom: fix this. liked by lancestroll
➥ user25: w mama 🤩
➥ user26: tell him ma'am ‼️‼️
yourbestie: thank you for being good to her when you had her
➥ lancestroll: don't thank me for that.
➥ user27: cooking up my toaster bath actually
user30: well this is not the hard launch i wanted to confirm our theory.
➥ user31: brb about to create them in the sims and make them get married and have 6 children, sega, two cats and let them get old together
➥ user: realest cure for heartbreak
user28: no way they decided not being together at all is worse than being long distance
➥ yoursister: that's what i sad but nobody listens to me
➥ user28: why'd they do it???
➥ yoursister: my sister can be incredibly stupid about returned feelings. and for some reason she chose now to "protect her heart"
➥ user29: she deserves her happy ending and needs to allow herself to have it 😭😭😭
twitter • ynplays • december 25th
imessage • lance -> yn


© httpsserene - do not reupload. photos in header image are from pinterest. divider by @cafekitsune.
#f1 x reader#f1 smau#f1 x black!reader#lance stroll x reader#lance stroll x black!reader#lance stroll smau#lance stroll x y/n#f1 x y/n#lance stroll fluff#f1 angst#f1 fluff#f1 x female reader#serene’s chapters.#⋆⭒˚。⋆. series special: formula 1#♡ ༘*.゚ love interest: ls.
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Unlikely Scene



Based on this edit
A/n: I watched this edit and literally screamed. I would kill for them fr fr 💀
Warnings: smut? Knife play, blood? Death, Sub reader, knife fucking, fear play? Threesome, penetration, mxm, dom Lee know, switch Seungmin, freaky reader, let me know if I missed anything
You had known for while who your boyfriends were. And it didn’t bother you in the slightest. You were surprised when you first found out, but you were quick to assure them that you were heavily into it.
Ever since the killings had started, and you heard about it from the news, you were more intrigued than scared. You had always had a macabre fascination for murderers and their reasonings. You had studied a lot of them, in fact. Even fell in love with the idea of dating a killer, hoping that he would use it against you if he ever got angry with you. Threaten you with any weapon of their choice. Make you beg.
It made your knees weak just thinking about it.
When you saw that iconic black mask with a face that looked as if it were melting, you felt your heart flutter. Not in fear, but curiosity. The news itself had said each killing had started with a phone call. The killer was male, and enjoyed toying with his victims. That was all they knew. It made you fantasize about him, and how his voice sounded. You had become obsessed with this killer in particular.
To have a notorious serial killer in your lifetime made you squeal in excitement, and not only that, he was in your town! Why you were excited, you didn’t know. You knew that you should be afraid, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be.
You kept your doors and windows locked, but you stayed up, wondering who was next. If you knew them. If he was anywhere near you. What type of blade did he use? Did he even use a blade? What if he used just regular kitchen scissors? You couldn’t help it as your mind wandered during the early hours.
You finally drifted to sleep.
The next day, reports were consistently flowing through the news about the new killer, and how the locals had dubbed him Ghostface. The name made you shiver, the sound of it rolling off your tongue in admiration.
How could he have gotten a fan following so quickly?
You unlocked your phone, inputting his name in the tag bar, millions of posts appearing in seconds. You saw pictures of people wearing a similar mask, but you noticed that none of them were the same. It made you wonder if the killers mask was custom made. You also saw fake deaths and pretty girls chewing their bubble gum while calling the guy a creep.
They might be next, you hoped, rolling your eyes.
A couple weeks later, two more deaths were caused at the hands of your new obsession, the people unknown to you. You didn’t lose any sleep over it. But you noticed that the next video caught of him, his body was slightly different. To most people, they wouldn’t notice. But you watched this man closely. The next photo was the same mask. The scuff near the chin and the small indent near the right eye didn’t go unseen by you, but this body was a few inches taller, and his shoulders broader.
That’s not him…is it?
You suddenly doubted yourself, unsure if you were paying enough attention. You cursed at yourself, pulling out your phone, looking at your ghostface file.
Okay. You confirmed that it most definitely wasn’t the same guy. The original was smaller, and more built. This guy was a tall scrawny guy. But the robes and large mask made it hard to see. Even the news people didn’t even notice it. They kept on speaking as if it were your killer. But it wasn’t. You sighed out, suddenly wondering if this was a two man job? Maybe three? Or if this was just a phony that wanted attention.
You sighed, hopping in the shower on your second floor. You didn’t even hear your phone ringing, the shower flooding your ear drums, the steam making you lazy.
When you stepped out, you noticed the missed call. It was from an unknown number, making you shrug, drying your hair. Two minutes later as you’re putting on your shorts, your phone rings again. The same number.
You answer, wiping your legs.
“Hello, y/n,” a raspy voice greeted, making you freeze.
“Hello? Do I know you?” You ask casually, dropping your towel at your feet.
“You might have seen me on tv. I’m a pretty big deal right now, some might say…an icon,” he said, chuckling a bit at the end. You barely caught it.
You had a feeling as to where this was going. You remembered that the news lady said it all started with a phone call. Your breath hitched in your throat, but your insides turned to jello, arousal pooling in your stomach.
“Well, give me a hint, then. What type of people consider you an icon?” You turned slowly, facing your bathroom door, looking passed the hinges into your room. Empty.
“The not so nice people. The ones that want to hurt others…People that crave violence, that worship the wrong god…And guess what? I see that you idolize me, princess. So which type of person are you? You don’t seem violent, just curious,” You could tell he was using a voice changer, but despite knowing it was fake, your thighs clenched together at his on point answer. You breathed deeply.
“I-How did-?” You stuttered, your face flushing. You had all of your Ghostface memorabilia in the guest bedroom, and if he knew that you geeked out over him, that meant he was here. In your home. You were next.
“You must worship the wrong god, sweetheart. Such a shame it has to be you tonight,” he almost sounded genuine, but it was hard to tell with his altered voice. You stepped forward towards your bed, sitting at the edge.
“You’re here?” You whispered, earning a laugh from him.
“Yes, sweetheart. I am.”
Your eyes glazed over, the reality of the situation reaching you before you knew it. A shudder ran through you, and you decided to press your luck. It was silent on the other end, and you took your chance.
“Can I ask you a question, sir?”
You heard a small gasp from him, making you lightly smile.
“Sir? Well with such nice manners, I shall grant you a question or two,” his voice was the same, but the tone turned slightly more playful.
“Are there…are there two of you? I noticed that, you looked a bit different from before…It’s hard to explain-“ you were cut off with a solid answer.
“Yes. There are two of us. A team, if you will,” his voice was thin now, almost reserved, which was so different then the previous playful killer that you had gotten used to in those few minutes.
“Lucky for you, we both came tonight,”
Your eyes widened, unsure how to feel at that statement. Both? What did that mean for you? Are they both gonna try and kill you? Was one here to take pictures while the other stabbed you to death? Your mind wandered, not hearing what he said to you before hanging up.
Your hand dropped to your side, your phone sliding from your palm and onto the floor. You sat still, suddenly aware of the footsteps coming from your hallway. They sounded heavy, and moved with a purpose.
Your eyes caught the black robes as they glided into your room, a knife in his hand. Just one?
He paused in front of you, frozen. You wondered what he was thinking, considering he was wearing the damn mask. You felt your panties sticking to your wet core, making you move your legs. You were desperately hoping he would take the mask off at least once before he killed you. You wanted to see the face of the man that had gotten you hooked over the past few months. It was the least he owed you.
He shifted on his feet, not coming closer.
He almost looked uncomfortable. You tilted your head.
“Were you the one on the phone?” You asked calmly, causing the man to recoil in response.
“I was,” you heard a voice say from your hallway.
You didn’t even hear his steps. When he emerged, he was wearing the same outfit and mask as the other, and you noticed how he was the taller of the two, the one with the broad shoulders. You gasped. He took his palace next to his comrade, towering over both he and you.
“Well?” He cooed, his voice significantly different from how he sounded on the phone. It was lighter and angelic. He could be a singer during the day. He tilted his head as you did to the other, his posture making you feel things you had never felt before.
“Can I see you both? Before you…you know?” You cringe at the thought of death, and the shorter of the two recoiled yet again.
“Why aren’t you running? You should be scared,” he finally spoke, his English slightly broken. Almost as if he was from out of the country.
“Cause she’s fucked up. Ain’t that right sweetheart?” The taller answered for you, making your mouth dry. His voice was so sweet, but his tone condescending. All you could do was stare as thy looked at each other through the masks.
“Let’s let her see. After all, she isn’t gonna be around much longer tonight,” he sighed, almost as if it were a chore.
Your focus was now pointed at them fully, watching the smaller struggle internally before sighing as well, nodding. They both reached for the hems of the masks, tugging the off. At first you couldn’t see their faces, shaking their heads to fix their messy hair. But when they flipped them up, your jaw dropped.
They were absolutely gorgeous. The shorter, his features were sharp, his eyes slanted like a cat. And his lips were thin, his bunny teeth showing as he cringed at the feeling of his hair pointing in every direction. His adams apple shaped like a heart as he tilted his neck to pop it. His gaze was intense as he observed you. His muscular build framed by the robe.
The taller of the two, scrawny, but firm. His broad shoulders held his beautiful face, his cheeks round, and his eyes big and devastating, reminding you of a puppy. His hair brown with a blonde bang. And his lips framed the silver braces shimmering as he smiled.
You fought the urge to make a noise of plea.
“Like what you see, sweetheart?” The taller asked with a grin, making you gulp.
You didn’t respond, unsure if there was a right answer or not. You continued looking at them, unable to stop yourself from rubbing your thighs together, sighing at the friction.
“Answer me.” His voice deepened, almost like a growl. You gasped when he came to stop in front of you, grabbing your chin to look up at him.
“Are you turned on right now?” He questioned, a mocking tone lacing his voice as he grinned at you.
Your eyes watered slightly, feeling a little spacey.
“Yes,” you breathed out.
He laughed, letting go of your chin, making you whine at the loss of his touch. He stepped back, his grin spreading as he went to whisper something into his friend’s ear. His eyes darkened as he smirked, both turning to you with lust in their gaze.
“Lay down,” the shorter barked the order, and you obeyed immediately, making their eyes widen in shock. They didn’t expect you to comply so easily.
“What should I call you guys?” You mutter, watching as they both went to opposite sides of the bed.
The looked at each other before nodding.
“Lee Know,” the boy said at your right.
“Seungmin,” the one on your left said.
Their names were beautiful to you, and suddenly you wanted to sing them as a mantra, your own prayer. But you held back, not wanting this moment to end.
They both just stared at what you for what felt like hours, your legs brushing against each other to relieve yourself any way you could. Your eyes caught Seungmin gaze, locking onto him as you admired him from your position. You didn’t notice Lee know moving his knife to brush against your throat, making you freeze, eyes widened but still focused on seungmin.
You felt the cool metal brush against your skin, moving lower, reaching your top. He paused before moving above them lower. You whined at the muted feeling of the knife above your clothes, making them both chuckle.
“Your liking this aren’t you, sweetheart? You like Lee Knows knife?” Seungmin cooed, bringing his hand up to caress your face.
You sniffled, “Yes,” you whine, your legs twitching when he pushed the tip of the board into your inner thigh. A slight prick that made you see stars. You turned to look at the other man, watching as he slipped it into the waistband of your shorts.
He used his other hand, using it and the knife to pull them off, immediately noticing you wearing nothing underneath. He groaned, tossing your shorts to the side. You gasped when the blade met your skin again, the sudden chill painful before heating into a deep fire.
“Then you wouldn’t mind him fucking you with it?” Your eyes widened, turning back to Seungmin, seeing his cocky grin. He brushed a hair from your face, raising his brows. “What, sweetheart? You don’t want this? Don’t want us?”
If you were in your right mind, you would be able to tell he was manipulating you, but you were too far gone to care, and you really wanted this. Wanted them.
“I want it! Please! I want it so bad…” you groaned, moving your hips slightly.
Seungmin smiled before watching Lee know flip the knife, placing the handle at your entrance.
The handle with warm from his hands, a deep contrast to the chill of the blade.
“Ready?” Lee Know asked. You barely had the chance to respond as he thrusted the handle in, pressing it to the hilt. The beginning of the blade hit your ass, but he positioned it to where it couldn’t cut you.
You moaned loudly, your back arching as he started thrusting the handle at a steady pace. You whimpered, turning back to Seungmin. He no longer held his mocking smile, instead his face filled with concentration as he watched where Lee Knows hands met your middle, his braces showing from his open mouth.
“You like it, Seungmo? She pretty, ain’t she?” Lee Know slurred, staring at his friend.
“So pretty, Minnie,” he breathed, listening to the squelching of your pussy. He looked up and caught his gaze, both of them staring at each other. It made your toes curl.
Suddenly Lee know pushed forward, capturing seungmin in a kiss. He was caught by surprise, but melted into it, quickly slipping tongue. You watched as you were being fucked, the sight alone enough to make you finish.
You felt the coil in your stomach burn hotter with each second, but it finally snapped when you heard the high pitch moan from seungmin. You came hard as the boys separated, a string of saliva connecting them together.
“Good girl, y/n,” Lee Know mumbled, his lips wet and swollen.
You closed your eyes, trying to steady your breathing.
You opened your eyes to see them both staring at you, their eyes glossy and focused.
“Did the knife cut you?” Seungmin asked, reaching for your discarded shorts.
You huffed out, not expecting that question.
“No…are you guys gonna…?” You made a slash motion at your neck, watching seungmin look at you hard.
“No…But I have another idea for you,” his playful tone back, he grinned at the two of you.
“Be our girlfriend. Our watchdog. Let us know if anyone’s on to us. I see you already have done plenty of research, sweetheart,” His head tilted as he grinned at you.
You looked at Lee know, and he nodded, smiling. You noticed the slick on the handle of the knife. You reached for it, Lee know flinching, thinking you were going to retaliate. Instead, you brought it to your lips, licking it seductively as you looked at them both.
“I’d be honored,” you giggled, making them smile.
That’s how you all become partners in crime <3
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𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 - 𝐋.𝐡𝐬

Pairing: heeseung ⚥ reader
Synopsis: A fun day out to the mall with you turns out to be not so fun when heeseung gets mixed emotions about your interaction with a cashier.
Warnings: smut, stepcest, step brother, cum swallowing, oral male receiving, multiple orgasms, white dragon 💀 (pls lmk if there’s another term for this because…) inexperienced reader, kissing pet names, jealousy, insecurities.
If you're uncomfortable with step relationships, this is not for you, so please kindly click off. Also they are both consenting adults. This is a work of fiction.
Genre: 18+, smut, minors do not interact!
WC: 2,176k
PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE
“Morning, little one,” heeseung smiles at you all tucked up on his chest, looking absolutely adorable in the early morning. How he wished to wake up like this every morning.
“Hi, Bubba,” you mumble into his chest, warm breath blowing on his skin as he stretches out his limbs.
“We have the day to ourselves. What do you want to do sissy?” He tucks your hair behind your ear, giving your forehead a tender kiss that you melt into.
“Oh! Bubba, can we go to the mall today, please, please, please?” There’s no way he could ever even think about saying no to your precious face. He’d take you to ten different malls if that’s what you wanted.
“Of course, bubbas got you. Go get ready. I’ll join you soon.”
“Okay!” He smiles when you excitedly jump out of bed and run to the bathroom.
He went to your bedroom, picking an outfit for you to wear so you could both match when you went to the mall together. Once he found the perfect fit, he joined you in the shower a couple of minutes later, and you both took turns washing each other before finishing and turning off the water to get ready for your evening trip.
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“Bubba, what do you think about this one?” Doing a little twirl, you show off your baby pink dress, and he swears you look just like a princess, his princess.
“Looks good on you. My little sister is so adorable,” he says while stepping into the changing room, caging you against the wall. “Want you to wear this during our playtime tonight?” A chill ran up your spine when you felt his warm lips pressed against your ear. “Mmm, as a matter of fact,” leaning back, he gives you a look before ripping the tag off the dress because there was no way he wasn’t going to see you in this for the rest of the trip. You just stand there a flustered mess, still feeling a tingly sensation from where his lips touched your ear. “Come on, sis.” Taking your hand, he leads you to the register after you tuck your other clothes away in your purse before shyly walking with him to the checkout.
Heeseung doesn’t respond to the cashier because as soon as he got there, he could tell that the worker was checking you out. “Bubbas got it,” he tells you, putting a hand on your waist to show that you’re his as he reached into his pocket, pulling out his card, and swiping it.
You were used to him showing you affection, but not in public, and you couldn’t help but smile as his fingertips pressed into your waist softly.
Heeseung turns to you and sees you looking at the cashier, mistaking your shy smile for you showing interest in the worker. Little did he know his rationality was clouded by anger, and as soon as he thought you were interested in somebody else, his mood was completely ruined.
“We’re going home.” Dragging you out of the store, he ignores all your questions about why he suddenly wanted to leave and keeps you close to his side.
He angrily tossed your bags in the back, still ignoring you. “Bubba, what’s wrong?” A pout finds your lips, and upon hearing your voice, he finally starts paying attention to you cause it sounds like you were seconds away from crying. “Did I make you mad, bubs?” That’s the only thing you could think of at this point, and the last thing you ever wanted was for your big brother to be mad at you.
He sighs deeply and cups your cheek, shaking off his ridiculous thoughts cause he didn’t want you to be mad over his jealousy. “You love your bubba, yeah?”
“More than anything in the world,” you smiled.
“Then get in the back seat.” Unbuckling your belt, you frown slightly, wondering why, but you don’t question it, and seconds later, he’s sitting next to you in the back.
“Bubba, why-“
“Kiss me.” Cutting your words, he demands a kiss just so he could feel reassured that you still wanted him. Without hesitation, you lift yourself up off the seat so you could reach his taller frame and kiss him clumsily. “Show me that you love me more than anything else in the world.” he silently looked at his crotch, practically telling you what he wanted you to do to him.
When you saw his cock hard under his jeans, you smile, knowing that he got like that for you and only you.
You before him on your knees, placing your hand on his thigh and your other on his cock, pressing down slightly, a low hum emitting from his broad chest from your gentle touch.
His hums soon turned to soft moans as you began stroking it under his jeans. He whined and writhed in his seat. After about a minute or two , he couldn’t take the teasing anymore.
He didn’t bother checking his surroundings before unlocking his belt and pulling down his pants around his knees, freeing his stiff cock.
“Bubs,” you gasp at the sight. He was really hard, and big, veins riddled his entire cock, and the tip was shiny and wet.
His big cock twitches at the sound of your voice filling his ears. “Go on, sissy, make big Bubba feel good” he was pleased when you Immediately placed your mouth over the head and widened your mouth, slowly going down on him. “Yes,” he sighs, relaxing into the seat.
You moan, tasting something sweet on your tongue, and go further down until his tip is situated down your throat. “Remember how I told you to suck on it?” He leans back, eyes half open, spreading his arms to the headrests while he instructs you.
Pulling off his shaft, you look into his eyes, answering his question. “Like a lolli” he smirks at your words and nods, encouraging you to start sucking him off.
You gag the instant you start moving, but that makes you take him even deeper into your throat, if that was possible. The sounds he was making filled your ears and traveled straight to your core seconds later, the wetness that you’ve become accustomed to had stained the crotch of your panties.
The wet slurping sounds of you suckling on his dick filled up the car along with his moans, and nothing felt better than being the one that was able to make him feel good.
His hand stroked some hair out of your face, forehead creasing as he watches the way your swollen lips wrapped tightly around him, and he loved nothing more than seeing his thick base covered in your sticky spit. “Keep going, sis. Bubba feels so good.” he pets the top of your head as you look up at him, eyes nearly going crossed when you bury him deep down your throat. “So nice. Does Bubba feel good inside your mouth?” He manages to say in between heavy breaths the feeling of your warm and wet throat becoming too much for him to handle every little thing you did to him felt so so good he swears he’d let you suck him off every single day cause he was addicted to your sweet mouth.
You gag around him in response, and his body jerks up slightly from how nice it feels you’re so tight and wet for him all the time. “Bubbas gonna give you a sweet treat,” he smiles as your teary eyes gleam with excitement. “Want it?” You do your best to nod. “Yeah?” He moans out as you keep on sucking. “Cumming” he whispers, throwing his head back as his muscles tense with every spurt of cum he releases into your pretty little throat.
Your eyes squeezed shut, and you gagged uncontrollably, gripping tightly onto his thighs. When suddenly you felt something dripping out of your nose, you immediately pulled off of him, gasping and panting for air while he was still cumming all over you. “Fuck! Sissy, so good,” he growls as you stare at the white mess coating everything from his thighs, the back seat, and your face.
When he finally comes back to reality and sees the mess, his cock throbs at the sight, eyes flashing up to you, and he could have cum again when he saw you covered in his semen. He swears a little more cum dribbled from his tip as he notices the white trickle down your nose to your upper lip and your eyes filled with guilt and tears. “What’s wrong, sissy?” His voice comes out soft and gentle as he runs his fingers through your hair to soothe you.
“I-I made a mess,” you whine, lowering your head, but he’s quick to tilt your head up and make you look at him. What you considered a mess was his masterpiece.
“Nothing wrong with a little mess.” Blinking away your tears, you look at him innocently. “Big Bubba likes it messy.”
“Really?” You say in a hopeful tone, feeling less guilty about what you had done.
“Really” His smile makes your chest feel warm, and you sniffle a little, his cum still bubbling from your nostrils. “You did so good. Big Bubba is so proud of you,” he says, knowing that will make you smile, sensing that look in your eyes. You only ever looked like that when you had done something bad, but he wanted you to know you had done nothing of the sort. Everything you did for him would always be perfect in his eyes. “So cute” he smiles down at you gripping his base and collecting the cum from your lip on his tip. “Lick,” he orders, and you do, lapping his bulbous tip like a puppy would with water. “Taste good?”
“Yes, Bubba,” you chime.
“That’s my good little sister.” he strokes your cheek endearingly as you begin taking him inside your mouth once more. “Sissy,” he whines, feeling completely overstimulated, his nails digging into the headrests as he hunches forward.
“Wanna try again” you say enthusiastically after you pull off his cock for a breath of air, not knowing that he’s already spent, but of course he couldn’t say no to you.
He groans at the look of determination in your eyes, and feeling your throat around him once again hurts so good, but there’s no way he could stop you. “Go on, make your bubba p-proud,” he stutters and ruts his hips upward, tip nestled as deep as it could be.
Your tiny little whines vibrated on his thick shaft each time you gagged on him, tears spilling past your eyelids and chin coated in thick, stringy saliva.
The sight was pure fucking heaven. You looked like an angel between his legs as he fucked your throat into overstimulation. “Swallow it all this time, sissy I know you can,” he moans out in pleasure, shaking as little goosebumps form all over his sweaty skin.
You attempt to nod, Bobbing your head faster, and he lets go unloading his creamy like cum into your mouth. You could feel his cock throbbing in your mouth, doing your best to swallow and make him proud. “Keep sucking it,” he whines, biting on his lip seeing your face covered in his cum was the fucking cherry on top. “Such a good sister for your big brother,” he shudders as you choke and pant, doing your best to swallow with him still in your throat.
Gulping all his liquid down, you shyly pull away from him, unintentionally making a quiet popping sound as you anxiously wait for his approval.
His head falls back against the seats, endless moans slipping past his parched lips, and he barely could comprehend if what just happened was even real. Still, when he gathered his bearings slightly and saw you sat prettily on your knees before him, he knows this was every bit of real, and he felt like the luckiest brother in the world to see you like this in front of him all covered in his cum solidifying that you're his. At least in his mind, you were his. “My good girl,” he smirks, pulling you up. “Knew you could do it.” he kissed your cheek as you shyly leaned away.
“Just wanna make you happy big Bubba” His eyes nearly roll back as he presses his lips on yours, not caring about his own cum getting in his mouth or on his face.
“You do, sissy. You make Bubba so happy,” he huffs out a breath, still overwhelmed by the head you just gave him. He can’t understand how you’re so good at it.
You hide in his chest, giggling softly.
He smiled at you, hugging you in his arms. “Wanna go home now?” You nod, and he grabs a few tissues from the glove compartment, cleaning you both off before helping you upfront and getting in on the driver's side to take you home.
You smile now that he was acting like himself happy again, and you felt so excited to go home cause you couldn’t wait to wear the dress for him during playtime.
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Pen Pal
Bored and lonely you discover the world of prison pen pals and take on a recently convicted drug lord as yours.
AO3 Part 2 w.c- 3,783 A/N- I'm not sure where I was going with this tbh. Just a fun little exercise I think. Also I wasn't going to proofread but I'm glad I did because there were so many grammatical errors 💀
Tags/Warnings- Inmate!Valeria, Friendship, Implied Developing Feelings, Open Ending, Prison, Post-Modern Warfare II
Beep.
You slide a can of soup across the scanner. It's dented at the edge and has an ugly yellow 'Half Off!' sticker falling off of the side.
Beep.
You work efficiently. Zoned out and scanning on autopilot, almost lulled into a trance by the robotic beeping of the other scanners around you. It's a scorching summer day and the AC is on full blast. Chilling you through your thin work uniform and sending your skin puckering with goosebumps.
Beep.
You scan the last item, a bag of whole grain bread and plaster a half-dead customer-service smile on your face.
"Thank you for shopping with us today, do you have a points account with us?" You ask. The man's face twitches with annoyance. He was probably bothered about signing up while he was shopping and you long to tell him that you hate it too, but you'll get into trouble if you don't ask.
"No." He replies, moving to start bagging up his groceries.
"Would you like to sign up for one? You can get forty-"
"I'm good, thanks." He interrupts you. The man bags his items and hurries off, leaving your till empty.
You sigh and lean against the counter. Resting your head on your hand. You feel exhausted. And not from the kind that can be fixed with a full, uninterrupted eight hours of sleep. (Not that you're getting that either.) It's the kind that seeps into your very bones and infects your blood like a disease. You can't believe you have at least fifty more years of this before you can retire. Muffled laughter to your right draws your attention and you glance over. Seeing two of your coworkers, Adrienna and Catalina, deep in conversation.
"I just can't believe he was actually a woman this entire time!" Adrianna says. Catalina nods eagerly.
"No, I know, I was shocked. Obviously, women can be evil and powerful or whatever, I just never thought about it much." Catalina replies.
"Are you guys talking about El Sin Nombre?" You ask, wanting to join in. "Did you know she was a part of the special forces for a while?" You look at the two women expectantly, but it seems they're too engrossed in each other to have heard you. Embarrassed, you awkwardly scratch your arm and glance around, wondering if anyone saw you getting ignored.
Las Almas was being terrorized by a faceless individual going by El Sin Nombre. Essentially the boogeyman. Nobody knew what he looked like or who he was, but everyone knew of his cutthroat cruelty. He popped up overnight like a pimple right after the death of the previous reigning drug lord, La Araña and his son. El Sin Nombre was bigger and badder. Had more men, more fire power, more control over the government. You still remember the events that led to her getting caught.
Foreign military had rolled in like they owned the place. Making everyone uncomfortable, almost as much as violent armed men that used to patrol the streets did. In a matter of days chaos erupted and the little quiet town of Las Almas was sent into a state of emergency. Especially when one of the militia groups went rogue and started raiding homes and illegally interrogating and accusing citizens of being involved in the cartel. You remember how scared you felt when you locked yourself down in your little apartment. Having to listen to the angry shouting outside and gunfire.
All of that resulted in the infamous El Sin Nombre being apprehended and arrested. Her identity being revealed to the public days later as Valeria Garza, a former Mexican Special Forces officer. Previously dishonorably discharged for killing hostages in some mission years and years ago. You had seen her picture on the news. Of her being led into the maximum security prison on the outskirts of the city. Privately, you thought her to be a good looking woman. Short dark hair, tan skin, and a face matured by age. Severe dark brown eyes narrowed defiantly. She exuded confidence and power, even in her mugshot.
But that's the last time anything excited has happened in Las Almas. You sigh and flick a dust ball off your register. That, and the recent break up you went through. Though even that was hardly interesting. Just two people who decided they were no longer compatible anymore. But you still miss them. Life is so lonely, even when you're surrounded by other people.
Six hours feels more like six days. But finally, you get to clock out and go home. Enjoying a warm, safe walk back to your apartment. Once inside however, you're less eager. It's quiet and empty inside your home. The only thing waiting for you being a sink full of dishes and a frozen TV dinner in the freezer. You change into shorts and a t-shirt and chuck your uniform into a corner. You pause by the sink and ultimately decide that it can sit for a few more hours. You treat yourself to computer time instead.
Having no social life, you spend most of your time scouring the internet for entertainment and communities you could squeeze yourself into. But even people on the internet fall into exclusive cliques. Your posts go ignored and you're too shy to even try using discord. So you content yourself with lurking instead. Your guilty pleasure is Reddit. You like reading other people's stories and discussions. You can pretend you're the jury passing on judgement though you rarely ever engage past upvoting or downvoting.
While you're scrolling through various different posts, one catches your eye and you click on it to read more. It's someone talking about their prisoner pen pal. Sharing some funny excerpt from one of their letters. The seed of an idea starts forming in your mind. You do some cautious research and find that there's a whole community surrounding the art of writing incarcerated people. Curiously, you do some deeper digging. Finding official websites with inmate's profiles. It's encouraged for them to stay in contact with the outside world. Something to do with helping with rehabilitation or something.
You look up all the female prisoners located in Las Alms. Browsing through an official government website. A familiar picture stops you from your bored scrolling. Dark hair and dark eyes glower at you through your computer screen. Along with a list of her name and public info. Valeria Garza, inmate 9989, and a long, long laundry list of crimes. She's currently being held in a penitentiary. Excitement gathers in your gut. You could send her a letter. Then you frown. Can you send a letter to someone in maximum security prison? You quickly google it and feel relieved to find that you can.
You push your laptop to the side and grab a pen and paper. Giddily writing out an introduction for yourself and asking her about herself. You re-write the letter a few times, the corner of your living room slowly growing with crumpled paper balls. At last, an hour and a half later, you perfect your first letter. Carefully reading it over. Though you're not even that hopeful she'll read it, let alone respond to you, you still grimace at the thought of it reading as awkward. You envelope it, write down the details on the face of it and then set out to hand it over to the post office.
* * *
Weeks pass by without a response, and even though you knew the likelihood of receiving one was low, you still find yourself feeling disappointed. It's probably for the best anyway. You shouldn't be starting up a communication with an infamous drug lord anyhow. You go about your life with ebbing excitement. Carrying out your grocery store shifts with all the enthusiasm of a rock. Life continues as usual. Customers continue to be entitled and borderline incompetent, your coworkers continue to ignore your exitance when they aren't asking you to cover their shifts, and you remain friendless both online and in real life.
But when you check your mailbox and sift through the bills, a certain envelope catches your eye. It's not the formal the kind that comes with bills. It's a letter, you realize with growing excitement. And it came from the Las Almas Penitentiary.
You hurry inside and slam the door behind you, throwing off your shoes with glee. You plop yourself down on your sofa and tear open the envelope, sliding out the letter inside. The scrawling handwriting is small and neat, but hard to read but it'll take a little more than illegibility to deter you.
'Hello. I was surprised to receive mail from a name I didn't recognize. I had assumed you were a journalist of some kind, but it was refreshing to learn that you are not. It's very sad that you're so desperate for human connection that you're resorting to writing letters to prisoners. I'll entertain you for now. There's not much else to do in here.
The food here is terrible, thank you for asking. I miss warm, home cooked meals. I miss fast food too. No, it's not scary in here. It would be for someone like you I expect. My reputation serves as a Sheild, though there are a few ballsy women who want the recognition that would come with killing me. They'll never be successful, of course. They do make us do work. I'm on janitorial duty. I have the very elating task of scrubbing toilets. With how filthy this place gets you'd think none of these women were ever potty trained. Most of them are just sick freaks who get off on making messes, I'm sure.
It's hard receiving news in here. Even with the contacts I do have. Anything interesting I'm missing out on in the outside world?'
The letter is fairly short, and a little cutting. Her snide comment about you being desperate, in particular. But you're too excited over actually getting a response. It's like being noticed by a celebrity. You re-read it, then grab a pen and paper and start working on your response. At first, you tell her how happy you are to have received a response, but then you realize that'll just earn you more mockery and snide remarks. So you scrap it and start over, trying to seem calmer and more collected. You express your sympathy for her food situation, and for her work situation. There's not much to tell her about the world. Because it hasn't really changed since she was arrested. You tell her as much, wondering if she'll feel relieved or disappointed by that fact.
You're in much brighter spirits after mailing off your letter. So much so that sometimes when you smile at customers and tell them to have a nice day, you actually mean it. Even staying late to cover Catalina's shift doesn't dampen your mood. You do inventory and clean and then walk home. Valeria's letter comes in two weeks later. In the same generic envelope, they give to all the prisoners. You curl up on the sofa and tear it open, a cup of warm tea beside you.
'Your sympathies are appreciated. It's a little disconcerting to hear that nothing has changed. It feels like all the work I did was pointless and I left no impact at all. I'm hoping that my presence is at least still felt on the streets of Las Almas. It would be terribly embarrassing for my efforts to have resulted in nothing changing. And so soon, too. I worked too hard to make Las Almas stronger.
Never mind that though. Aside from your desire to connect with anyone regardless of their quality as a person, I want to know why you chose me. You clearly know who I am and what I did. Are you a hybristophile? The more dangerous the better? You'll be sorely disappointed to find that I'm not receptive to that kind of thing. I have no intentions on entering a relationship. Especially not one borne from some odd fetish.
And to answer your question, yes people have sex in the showers. There's no such thing as shame in here. The water is also always cold. And shoes are a must or else you'll get a fungal infection in your feet. Showering is another thing I miss terribly. I haven't felt clean since I got here. You mentioned that you work at SunTown. How's that treating you? Do you plan on working there forever or do you have better plans for your life?'
You're offended that she thinks you're talking to her because you're weird. And you're hurt that she's brought up your job and the course of your life. As a matter of fact, you don't have any higher plans for your life. You've considered college many, many times but you can't think of anything you'd like enough to invest that time and money into. That being said, you don't want to work at SunTown Grocer for the rest of your life. But you suppose you shouldn't be shocked by her rudeness. Criminals aren't renowned for their manners.
You write her a response. Choosing to be a little abrasive yourself and subtly mocking her own predicament. You tell her you're a free bird going where the wind blows you. Code word for 'I have no direction in my life.' You also deny the hybristophile accusation. And call her presumptuous for assuming you were seeking a romantic relationship from her. You're bored and lonely, and conversing with a criminal kills two birds with one stone. You also have no intentions of trying to court her.
* * *
You and Valeria exchange letters back and forth over the course of four months. Slowly building an unexpected bond. Her snide comments become less hostile and more teasing, and in turn, you become more confident with your replies. You even open up to her about your life. Things deeper than just you not liking your job. You tell her about your ex, about your coworkers that you want to befriend but can't seem to no matter how hard you try. You also tell her how you're struggling with bills. Everything seems to be raising but your salary.
A week after you send your letter, a black duffel bag filled with five grand mysteriously shows up at your door. You almost choke at the sight of so much money. You know it has something to do with Valeria. and the thought makes you nervous. Her sending you money wasn't your intention when you told her about your financial struggles. You just wanted to vent. She never mentioned if she still had contact with her remaining free cartel cronies, but you suspect she does. This all but confirms it for you. Nothing else would explain the sudden appearance of money right after you complained about. What worries you is it potentially being dirty money. But shamefully, you don't turn it away. Valeria doesn't mention it in her reply letter, and you don't either.
What she does mention, is her desire to see who she's talking to. Something that makes you nervous. You're not sure if you want a drug lord knowing what you look like. But you started it by writing to her in the first place. And she has your address anyway. It really can't get worse than that. What's really making you nervous though, is what she'll think when she sees you. It would be so humiliating if she thought you were ugly and decided to stop talking to you. But you take a picture of yourself anyway. Dressing up casually but also nicely and using the best lighting and angles you can. You land on a nice picture of you by your living room window and print it out. Stuffing it into the envelope alongside your letter. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you walk down to the post office and hand it over.
The wait for her reply feels much longer than usual. There's a heavy fear inside of you that she won't respond at all. Getting ghosted by an inmate would probably be your last straw. But that doesn't happen. Her letter comes in two weeks later like always and you nervously read it.
'You look so much more normal than I was expecting. I'm actually kind of disappointed. I thought you'd be hideous from the way you describe yourself and how other people seem to treat you.
Anyway, I've added your name to the visitors registry. As nice as it is looking forward to your biweekly letters, I'd like to speak to you face to face sometime. It would be nice not having to wait weeks for a reply to a simple question. It would be nice to receive a casual visit for once. Come Thursday at six, we can have a real conversation then.'
Her assessment of your looks should offend you. But somehow being called 'normal looking' by Valeria makes it sound like a compliment. You re-read the last part of her letter multiple times. Wondering if you're seeing things right. She wants to meet you. Well, she's decided that you will meet by the sounds of it. You could just not go, but you know you'll be there after work.
Thursday comes fast and your shift goes by even faster. You're nervous and giddy to meet your pen pal in person. It occurs to you while you're stressing over your outfit that your feelings may have developed past curious. You don't want to dwell on that though. Choosing to ignore the idea completely. There's no future to be had with a convict who's going to spend the rest of her life behind bars.
The drive to the prison isn't too long. You're stopped at the gate and made to show your I.D. The man takes his sweet time to check if you're on the visitors list before finally letting you through. You find a place to park and walk inside, entering the lobby. There are a few people waiting in chairs. Some looking very down. You walk past them to the man at the front desk. He types away at the computer without acknowledging you. You stand there few a few awkward minutes, waiting for him to notice you but when he doesn't you clear your throat.
"Um, hi," You start. He looks at you with a bored expression. "I'm here to visit someone."
"Name?" He says. His voice is as inspired as he looks.
"Mine?" You ask uncertainly.
"Yes. And the prisoner you're here to see." He sighs.
"Oh." You tell him your name. "And I'm here to see Valeria Garza?"
At her name, the man perks up, one thick brow raising.
"... Okay. Go right through there. You'll be searched and then let through to the visitor's area." He tells you, pointing to a doorway to the right. You walk over and let an officer pat you down. you're nervous, like you accidently shoved all kinds of illegal things in your pockets on accident. But you're deemed safe and let through.
The room looks like you'd expect it to. One long table stretching from one side of the room to the other. with glass separating the visitors from the prisoners. There are three other people visiting, talking through a phone connected to the table. At the very end, clad in a beige jumpsuit and staring right at you is Valeria. Not wanting her to see how nervous you are, you walk towards her and take a seat in front of her. She looks different in person. Her hair is longer, and she looks tired. But there's still an aura of defiance surrounding her. Her expression is cool and detached. She picks up her phone and you do the same.
"Hi." You say.
"Hello." She replies. She doesn't say more, just blinks at you calmly. You shift in your seat. Is that it? All that anxiety and excitement just for some polite greetings?
"You're better looking in person." She speaks. Your face warms at the compliment. Yeah, you're definitely not harboring just friendly feelings for her.
"Thank you. You look... well." You say.
Valeria scoffs.
"As well as anyone in prison can look, I suppose. I'm certainly overdo for a haircut. I haven't had my hair touching my shoulders in years." She says.
"Oh. Well... it looks nice." You reply, smiling lightly.
Valeria's lips twitch upwards. "I guess it does. How have you been? Still trying to befriend those girls?" She sniffs disdainfully.
"No. They don't want anything to do with me and I'm fine with that." You say. Though you're still kind of sad about it. It's probably not personal but it's hard not to take it that way.
"Good." Valeria shrugs. "They're just a waste of time. Better to surround yourself with good, intelligent friends then to befriend just anyone because they're convenient."
"Intelligent huh?" You say dryly. It sounds like Valeria's referring to herself. She seems almost pleased to be your only real friend.
Valeria leans back in her chair.
"And how have you been financially?" She looks at you closely.
You stare back. "I've been good. Got some help from someone." You reply vaguely. Aware of the guards behind you.
"Good." Valeria nods assuredly. She leans closer and when she speaks again, her voice is lowered conspiratorially. "I'll be getting out soon. I wanted to tell you in person." Your eyes widen.
"They're releasing you already?" You ask quietly. You thought she got life. She smiles knowingly.
"Something like that." She says. "I thought you'd want to know. Seeing as we're such good friends and all." She says it like it's a secret that only the two of you share.
You smile back at her but something twinges in your gut. She makes it sound so sinister. You have a sneaking suspicion that something big is about to happen.
"Oh. Yeah, that's great to hear." You finally respond. "We can actually hang out."
"Mhm." Valeria nods, looking pleased. "It's good to have friends you can count on. Someone unassuming who will have your back."
You shift, feeling unsure now. "Of course. That's what friends do for each other."
"Good. I'm glad you agree." She says calmly. "I'll be seeing you real soon, and there won't be a sheet of plexiglass between us then."
Your time runs out and you stand. Looking at her through the glass. Something in her words tells you that's she's up to no good. And now you're somehow involved whether you want to or not. You just hope your feelings don't cloud your mind from doing the right thing.
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Jealousy, Jealousy
Part of the 20s Challenge and The Neighbourhood AU
A/N: I'm forewarning you all that this is a smut festival because I've managed to scare myself with this lmao 💀
Pairings: Alpha!f!reader x Omega!Ransom Drysdale, eventual x Alpha!Lloyd Hansen too 😌
Trope: A/B/O
Quote: "What time do you call this?"
Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, copied, translated or put through AI. All of my work is 18+ so read at your own risk.
Word count: 7.5k
Tags/warnings: A/B/O dynamics, SMUT, also ANGST bc i can, jealous!Ransom, little shit!Lloyd, accusations of cheating (but no cheating), p-in-v (wrap), facial, threesome (MMF), oral (f and m recieving), dry humping, insecure Ran, bratty Ransom bc... yeah, subby Ran, dub-con, light bondage, nipple play, threeway-kissing, this is pure filth just so ya know
Summary: When an old friend and potential business partner comes to visit, your omega absolutely despises him. Things come to a head one night and Ransom leaves without warning but thankfully Lloyd lends a helping hand.
Slightly inspired by @stargazingfangirl18 's Bratty Beta (bc it's Ransom, duh) - but I've been dwelling on some ideas with Lloyd for a while. (It was either gonna be one with Jake or Ransom but .... the others are hidden in drafts somewhere.
Please note that all of the Readers in this universe have nicknames to differentiate them! This one is Cookie 🍪
Dividers by: @/cafekitsune
20s Challenge | Masterlist | Neighbourhood AU Masterlist
Ransom Drysdale was nothing short of an interesting omega.
You had met at the beginning of the scent trials, matched almost by happenstance, and had been the first couple other than the Levinson's to move into the neighbourhood.
Upon your first meeting, long before your home in the neighbourhood had reached completion, you found Ransom to be haughty and smug and had almost quit the programme because of his inability to play nice.
But then you met his family.
Ransom was bristly and bratty, putting on his mask of arrogance and superiority trying desperately to stay afloat amongst the vicious, often snide remarks hidden as compliments, from his family that were determined to drown him.
It only took ten minutes in his family home for you to snap and another ten for you to command Ransom to pack his things and come with you. You made it clear that no one, not even your omega's family, were to treat him badly.
Ransom had pouted and put up a good front of pretending to be offended for the first two hours in your apartment before sulking his way next to you in you bed. You had allowed him to cuddle up to you and silently raked your fingers through his soft hair; marking the first of many nights together.
When you'd moved into your home in the neighbourhood months later, you and your omega had become inseparable; you the patient alpha and Ransom your snobbish (but sweet) omega.
That first night in the neighbourhood marked the first of many days together as a bonded pair.
Two months later
"Ran honey," you call out for your omega, closing the front door behind you and kicking off your heels. You wished you didn't make the commitment to wear heels into the office, even if it made you look slightly more intimidating and a lot more sexy. "I'm home."
Ransom was already plating up food in the kitchen and when you follow the delectable smell to his right-hand side, you smother him with kisses. Ransom chuckles and wraps his arms around you tightly, breathing you in.
"Food's done." He murmurs into your shoulder.
"I know, I can smell it." You mumble from the wool of his sweater. "I'm starved."
Dinner was demolished in record time. Both you had Ransom had idly chattered about your days, and after dishes were done, you brought Ransom in some ice cream as you hunkered down to watch your newest guilty pleasure.
You had your spoon halfway to your mouth when Ransom suddenly asked,
"Do you think there's anyone else?"
You sputter over your spoon and look at him with a raised brow. "Anyone else?"
"Like a, um, another omega? Or a beta I guess..." He shrugs, trying to be nonchalant but his face flushes pink. "I don't know. For us?"
You furrow your brows at him. "You mean another pack member?"
"Yeah."
You shrug, looking at the TV. "Who knows. I've not been contacted by anyone for another match. I guess it's possible."
Ransom grumbles lowly making you whip your head around. You can feel your stomach twist as anger reverberates through your bond.
"Ransom, you're jealous of someone who probably doesn't even exist." You sigh.
"'M not jealous." He argues back and you roll your eyes.
"Sure, hon." There's a beat of silence before you're putting your ice cream down with an excited flap of your hands. "Oh, I forgot to tell you!"
Ransom gives you a curious glance, picking up the ice cream to take a spoonful for himself. "What?"
"Lloyd is coming to visit." You squeal happily.
"Lloyd?" Ransom frowns, looking over at you with a sceptical sideways glance. "I don't remember you mentioning a Lloyd."
"Yes, you do." You continue casually, waving a hand dismissively. "I may have a contract with his business and I've known Lloyd since college." You can feel the unease emanating from him and give him a pleading look. "It would only be for a few days, a week max."
Ransom harrumphs when you snuggle next to him, stealing the spoon back with a smile.
"It's a big opportunity for me." You tell him sincerely. "It's just a few days, hon. If I get this job offer I could buy you one hundred sweaters."
"I'd do anything for you." Ransom murmurs looking at you with such sincerity you feel your skin begin to heat. "If it's important to you, it's important to me. I don't need one hundred sweaters to be convinced."
"Hm." You chuckle, pressing your icy lips against his. You can feel him smile just as you pull back. "Maybe you deserve one or two."
Meeting Lloyd went about as well as you'd expected. Ransom seethed behind you the entire time as you showed Lloyd around your home the following week.
"Did the place come with a free ghost?" Lloyd had stage-whispered to you with a jerk of his head in Ransom's direction.
You can feel Ransom bristle through your bond as you stifle a laugh. You'd managed to get Ransom to promise to try and be polite to Lloyd the night before, even if his politeness hinged on curt responses.
"Ransom's just not used to having another person around the house." You tell Lloyd, giving him a warning don't-stress-my-omega look that he promptly ignores.
"You mean another alpha." Lloyd says pointedly, eyes brushing over Ransom who's arms are folded tightly over his chest as he glowers at Lloyd. "You know, if the wind blows in a different direction your face may get stuck like that."
You cut Ransom off before he responds. "So, Lloyd, what do you think? Think you might join the program?"
Lloyd shrugs noncommittally. "Houses are nice, I suppose. But I just can't see myself moving to this tiny little town to settle with just anyone."
"Have someone in mind?" You tease and Lloyd fixes you with a smirk.
"Perhaps." Lloyd replies playfully. "We can talk shop over lunch tomorrow and you can show me that portfolio you've been working on."
Ransom goes to clear his throat but the bond signals your excitement to talk about your project; something that you have worked on so diligently for months and it's finally coming into motion.
And the only thing keeping Lloyd in his home.
Ransom closes his mouth and continues to hover, listening to you talk animatedly about figures and stats and many other boring things he doesn't understand.
"Cookie, you're gonna give me spoilers." Lloyd whines dramatically. "Come on, at least let me pretend to consider your portfolio for twenty-four hours."
You snort. "You wouldn't accept just because it's me. That's bad business practice."
"Would too." Lloyd winks at you and your cheeks grow warm. You'd forgotten how charming he could be when he wanted to be. "Plus, I know how good you are at your job. I don't need to see the figures to know that it would be a good investment. But walk me through it tomorrow anyway."
This time Ransom does clear his throat and he tries not to shrink under two pairs of alpha eyes. He tugs nervously at the cuff of his cardigan sleeve as he speaks. "What... do we want to eat tonight?"
Your shoulder relax slightly with relief but Lloyd's gaze remains focused on Ransom, almost as if he's sizing him up. For what, Ransom has no clue, but it makes him want to squirm and snap at him. The only reason he doesn't is because he knows this means a lot to you and that he can get his own back later this evening.
"Uh, perhaps some take out?" You suggest, looking over at Lloyd, who's finally stopped giving Ransom the once over and beams at you. "They have some really good places in town."
"Sounds like a plan."
After deciding on where to eat (which took far too long than you would have liked) you and Lloyd were pre-occupied with playing catch-up. You'd discovered many of your old friends and colleagues had either settled or had their lives turned upside down by the new initiative and, when Ransom wasn't paying attention, shared familiar glances that spoke a thousand unsaid things.
When you took a break to grab a glass of water, you weren't surprised that Ransom had followed behind you, looking like he'd rather be kicking dirt than spend another second with you and Lloyd.
"I don't like him." Ransom grumbles. "When is he leaving again?"
"Ran," you sigh softly. "He's my friend, firstly. Secondly, a potential business partner and thirdly, you aren't making it easy for him either."
"So you're siding with him?" Ransom snaps and you puff air at him.
"Shush. You've not given Lloyd a chance and what part of old friend eludes you? You're acting like he's competition."
Ransom stiffens at the call-out, before letting his head fall to your shoulder with a sigh. You wrap your arms around him, under his cardigan and shirt against his warm skin, squeezing him reassuringly. Ransom is almost doubled over you, leaning into your touch and nuzzling against your neck to inhale your comforting scent.
"I know. I'm sorry." He breathes. "I don't know what's come over me."
"It's alright, sweets." You murmur back, running your hands up and down his back. "You're not used to sharing my company or having another person around the house."
You nip at his neck teasingly to make him shiver and his breath hitch; gaining you his full attention. "But you need to remember that you're my 'mega."
"And she's your alpha." Lloyd's voice echoes off the kitchen tiles as he leans against the kitchen entryway, taking a loud, almost obnoxious bite from an apple. "And you both love each other very much. It's cute. But I'm more interested in when food's gonna arrive."
Ransom is immediately in a foul mood again, his face flushed with embarrassment as he glares at the intruder who ruined a perfectly good Moment™️ between him and his alpha whereas you sigh with the weight of past experience.
This was going to be a long week.
That night, after saying your goodnight's and see-you-in-the-morning's,
Ransom snuggled close, slowly inching his way down your tired body, leaving light kisses in his wake.
"Ran," you sigh softly, fingers in his hair meekly tugging him back. "Not tonight, 'm tired darling."
His nose nudged at your clit behind your silky panties. A damp patch had already formed and Ransom smirked up at you, blue eyes blazing with determination.
"All you have to do is lie back and let me eat." He says seductively, brushing his nose and then his lips against your now-aching clit. "You just relax. Let me take care of you."
And take care of you he did.
Ransom had always been good with his mouth, whether it had been used for his sassy quips or pouty tantrums, but your favourite thing his mouth did was suck and lap at your cunt like he'd never tasted anything so delicious in his life.
Tonight was no exception, however, with Lloyd situated just across the hall your whimpers and moans were significantly quieter as not to disturb your guest. Ransom seemed to realise this and his anger bubbled, doubling down and eating you with a wild fervour that made you arch into his mouth.
"R-Ransom!" It's a stage-whispered plea, quickly turned into a strangled moan when Ransom fills your soaking cunt with two fingers, curling them in the ways he knows you love. You choke on your own spit trying to warn him about your orgasm and call his name a little louder.
But it's not enough.
Not for Ransom.
He coaxes you through your orgasm, his motions slowing enough that you're not too overworked but kept at a pleasurable high. When you sigh, Ransom knows it's his signal to go again. This time he's slower, more precise. He needs you to lose it. To scream his name and let that bastard across the hall know that you're his alpha and he knows exactly how to make you happy.
Ransom licks a long stripe up from your cunt to your clit before zeroing in on your sensitive bundle of nerves, fingers slowly picking up pace. You claw at him wordlessly as you writhe but Ransom doesn't care. He just needs you to call his name.
And call it you do.
"Ransom!" You half-shout, trying to smother your cries with your free hand. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck..."
You're panting hard and when Ransom peeks up at you with a satisfied grin. Your face is red and covered in sweat but you look entirely blissed out and relaxed, your scent lingers in the room and Ransom moves up over your body to bury his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. This is what he likes. The smell of you surrounding him like a soft blanket on a cold night.
His cock presses uncomfortably into your stomach. Ransom wouldn't fuck you without permission, he was a good omega most of the time, but you were too bone-tired to roll on top of him. Especially after the head you just received.
Instead, you wrap your arms around him and murmur praises to him; how well he took care of you, how much you loved him, that he was a good boy and that was all Ransom needed to roll his hips against yours with a whine.
Wrapping his arms tightly around you, holding you close as he pants into your neck just above the bond mark he'd made months ago, canting his hips against your wet skin for friction. He always felt the rush of shame doing this - humping you like an animal - but he loved it. Loved how you praised him, teased him a little and then when he came, cooed and cared for him like he was your most prized possession. He was spoiled. He knew that.
But he wouldn't have it any other way.
The following morning, you wake up Ransom with tender kisses. He bemoans the fact it's so early, probably, and tries to latch onto you to keep you close.
"Come on, honey." You purr, nudging his cheek with your nose. "I want to shower together before Lloyd and I get to work."
Ransom frowns at the mention of Lloyd but concedes, practically pushing you out the bedroom door himself. You're giggling at his excitement by the prospect of an early morning shower romp before you head off for the day.
It's not until you get to the bathroom that you catch the wisps of steam under the door or the scent of minty soap. Before you can even turn back to your bedroom, Lloyd appears in the doorway stark naked, towelling his hair.
"Jesus, Lloyd." You half snort and Ransom's hands cover your eyes. Ransom glowers at Lloyd openly, knowing you can't see it. "Not what I wanted to see first thing in the morning."
"But you're not complaining about what you saw." Lloyd flings the towel over his arm and smirks at Ransom. "Besides, it's tit-for-tat. I heard you two last night."
Ransom looks smug but he can feel your face heat behind his hands.
"Sorry Lloyd." You say sheepishly.
"It's alright, sweet cheeks." Lloyd chuckles, throwing Ransom a snarky smile. "If I were Ranny, I'd be the same."
"At least you know she's in capable hands." Ransom sneers, earning a gasped Ransom! from you and an eyebrow quirk from Lloyd.
"I think you mean, at least I know that her omega can be useful."
Through your bond you can feel Ransom bristle with anger and you step in quickly before there's any bloodshed.
"Okay boys. Cool it." You sigh. "I would like one morning of quiet before we get to work. Ransom, get in the shower."
You half shove Ransom into the bathroom with a quick chide of "be nice" - your amorous mood soured. Ransom was so grumpy about the whole interaction you couldn't tell what was steam from the shower or steam from his ears.
The next three days were nightmarish for Ransom.
Lloyd had seemed to only have packed the tightest of pants and shirts that showed off his physique and to make it worse Ransom had caught you checking him out more than once. God only knew what you were like at work.
Ransom, who spent his days tending to the household, was forced to sit with his imagination until you came home smelling like Lloyd and laughing along with him at something arguably not-funny he'd said. Lloyd's scent was bitter, or at least that's what Ransom told himself, after smelling it on you on the first day. Your usually calming chamomile scent had been tainted and Ransom struggled to hide the way his nose scrunched when all he wanted was to smell you.
The second day, when he'd wrapped you in a tight hug to welcome you home, you'd inched out the way and brushed him off as Lloyd entered behind you with a smirk, still talking about some study you'd reviewed for your project. Alarm bells sounded in Ransom's mind. You'd never brushed off a hug and it made him feel... unwanted. Having Lloyd around with his stupid chiselled muscles and idiotic moustache and ridiculously tight clothes made Ransom feel entirely inadequate as well - how could he compete with an alpha anyhow?
By day three, Ransom's unspoken worries came to a head when you'd asked him for five minutes with Lloyd alone to discuss an important aspect of the project after work. Ransom had huffed and sulked for about an hour, negative thoughts that ranged from self-deprecating to downright absurd, swirling in his head.
When he treads down the stairs he stops when he hears his name being spoken in a hushed tone.
"What about Ransom?"
It's your voice.
"What about Ransom?" Lloyd retorts making Ransom frown.
"He's not... taking it well." Your voice is soft, bordering on placid. "Lloyd, this could back-fire so badly-"
"He'll adjust." Lloyd puffs.
"He won't." There's a beat and then in a firmer tone you add, "And I won't do that to him. Even if -"
Ransom doesn't hear the rest of what you say as he barrels down the stairs, temper flaring at a record high. He tugs you behind him, getting into Lloyd's face. Despite being similar in height, Lloyd had muscle and years of training, where Ransom had been spoiled fluffy.
"Oh look, man of the hour." Lloyd grins, dangerously unafraid. "We were just talking about you."
The growl that came from Ransom made your temper flare and you grabbed him by the scruff of his sweater, yanking him backwards away from Lloyd, standing in the now-unoccupied space between them.
"Ransom," you snarl. "Behave. What's gotten into you?"
"Your little 'mega seems desperate for some Alpha-on-alpha action." Lloyd sneers at Ransom over your shoulder and your head whips around to Lloyd.
"Same goes for you Lloyd." You snap. "Stop being antagonistic."
Lloyd frowns, sighs, and then shrugs. "Whatever. Keep your dog on a leash, sweetheart."
"Dog?" Ransom guffaws, glaring at Lloyd.
"Ransom." You warn again but Ransom zeroes in, caging you between himself and Lloyd.
"You think because you're an alpha you can have her?" Ransom says lowly. "She's my alpha. I won't let you have her."
"Oooh. I'm so scared." Lloyd taunts, his hands finding you hips and giving them a squeeze. "Like you could stop me. Aren't you curious to see what it looks like? Seeing two alphas fuck each other stupid-"
"Quiet!" You yell. "You're both acting like children."
Both men glance down at you, seeing your red face contorted with a mixture of anger an embarrassment. Ransom, of course, is first to try and placate you; dropping his head to bump yours apologetically, mumbling apologies. But you don't miss how his eyes don't leave Lloyd's, or his small victorious smirk, challenging Lloyd to step out of line.
Lloyd doesn't verbally take up the challenge, but drops his head into the crook of your neck, nose dragging along the skin. Ransom's throat vibrates - an almost growl. He's trying to behave at least.
"'M sorry, gorgeous." Lloyd murmurs, pressing a kiss near the scarred flesh of Ransom's mark. "I didn't mean to make you mad."
You suppress a shiver and take a breath. "Look, it's late. Let's call it a night."
Ransom's eyes narrow at the sight; how you allow Lloyd to do something so personal, so disrespectful to him, and say nothing. You weren't confrontational by any means but you'd happily jumped to his defence and rescued him from his family when he needed you. So why were you allowing this tight-pants-wearing asshole be so... so... assholish?
"You've both fucked before." Ransom says aloud, dawning realisation making festering anger rise like a soda in a bottle that had been shaken far too much. "Have you been together this whole time?"
"What?" You gape at Ransom and Lloyd takes a step back from you, watching Ransom carefully.
"Have you both fucked before?" Ransom snarls, fixing you with a glare so full of ire you think he may combust on the spot. "Answer me."
You sputter an awkward laugh. "I - we - once. Years ago. But Ran, it's not-"
"So he's your ex, not a friend!" Ransom shouts, blinded by rage.
"No - I mean, maybe? I guess?" You look at Lloyd with a panicked, helpless look but Lloyd is still watching Ransom; watching him pace furiously in circles, biting at his nails as angry tears begin to form on his lash line. "I can explain -"
"No!" Ransom points a finger accusingly at you and your heart breaks at his expression; betrayed and broken, like you'd ripped his heart out right in front of him. "You lied to me. You said he was a friend and then you come home smelling like him and - and - and-"
Ransom clasps his mouth shut but you can see from how his lip wobbles he's trying to stop himself from letting a sob escape. "I knew it."
"Ran, nothing happened." You urge desperately, your own tears rolling down your cheeks as you step forward to reach for him. But Ransom steps back out of your reach, looking at you like you're shit on his shoes.
"I don't believe you."
Ransom storms past you and Lloyd, flinging open the door and almost slamming into an omega who's hand was raised ready to knock before pushing past her and down the drive.
"Ransom! Wait!" You call after him and stop in the doorway with Lloyd on your heels, looking at the omega who looks a little lost. You sigh and give her a weary smile. "Are you the new neighbour?"
The omega nods and Lloyd scoffs from behind you.
"Cute." He comments before shuffling out the door. "I'll go get Ranny boy."
"Lloyd-" You sigh as you watch him also ignore you and get into his car, reversing out of the driveway in one fluid motion. You sigh again, and offer the omega and apologetic look. "I'm sorry, you seem to have caught us at a bad time."
"I... it's okay. I'm sorry for..." She stammers awkwardly and you can feel more tears beginning to form. "Do you want to come on and walk with me? I'm trying to find my way around."
You blink at her and crack a smile. "Sure."
You're surprised at how the omega, Sunny, manages to distract you from your current situation. It's a much needed distraction and her occasional beaming smile of radiance infects you too. You text Ransom and Lloyd frequently with no responses, and by the time you're back home Lloyd's car is still void from your driveway.
Sunny texts you within the hour to check on you and keep you company, even if it is via text. You thank your newfound friend multiple times and try to stay strong but your resolve crumbles after ten minutes of being in your house alone. Your house was never empty.
You manage to drag yourself upstairs, burying yourself into Ransom's pillows to inhale his lingering scent and cry yourself to sleep.
You wake up, half-dazed and sluggish, to the sound of your front door clattering open. Throwing away the covers you bolt downstairs, thinking of your angry omega and Lloyd.
"Hello, Cookie-bear." Lloyd says in a sing-song lilt when you skid to a halt. "Sorry we took so long."
You rub your eyes to ensure you're entirely awake because what you're seeing, current situation aside, borders on comical. Lloyd has Ransom's wriggling limbs duct-taped together and clearly his mouth too, because Ransom is attempting to shout obscenities over Lloyd's shoulder.
"Let me guess, you're about to say 'what time do you call this?'" Lloyd continues cheerily. You weren't expecting Lloyd to come home carrying your omega fire-man style, yet, it seemed entirely fitting. Lloyd moves past you and begins to climb the stairs and you balk until you meet Ransom's eyes and follow behind Lloyd.
"Where was he?" You ask worriedly, unsure where to place your hands even though you're desperate to reach for your omega. "Why didn't you call me?"
"He wouldn't have come." Lloyd grunts. "Told you you should have him on a leash."
Lloyd adjusts Ransom on his shoulder at the top of the stairs before making a hurried beeline for your bedroom. He points you at your bed before setting Ransom down none too gently on the floor before you, tugging him to his knees by his hair.
You go to move but Lloyd snaps at you to stay put.
"He's gonna hear it from me this time."
Lloyd crouches in front of Ransom, who glares weakly.
"Look at the stress you've caused her." Lloyd growls. "Look."
Ransom's gaze flickers to you and you can see his shoulders slump as he takes in your puffy eyes and shy form, the way you wring your hands in your lap as you try to stop yourself from throwing yourself at him. Through your bond, he'd been ignoring the sadness he'd made you feel, focusing solely on his anger. But now, he felt nothing but relief and love surging through the bond, making him feel guilty.
Ransom shrinks further into the floor when he catches Lloyd's glare; Lloyd had not only physically overpowered him but had also managed to psychologically overpower him. His gaze was fierce and commanded subservience, a gaze you had never given Ransom in all of your time together. He could see why you'd be attracted to it, why you'd be drawn to him.
"To answer your earlier question," Lloyd growls, turning Ransom's head towards his. "We did fuck. Once."
"Lloyd you don't have to-" Lloyd holds up his free hand to stop you before using it to rip away the duct tape over Ransom's mouth. Ransom bares his teeth but stays quiet.
"But what you missed before your little dramatic exit was that we only fucked because she was in heat and in so much pain that I couldn't stand to watch her suffer." Lloyd takes a long breath before continuing. "And I shouldn't have ever let her out of my sight. But egos and what have you. Now here we are Sweets."
Ransom's anger diffuses and his features soften entirely, glancing behind Lloyd to you. You look small - eyes wide like dinnerplates as if you were hearing this for the first time too but you quickly recover, fixing Lloyd with a frown.
"You are also part of the reason my omega left in the first place." You growl at him and Ransom feels a swell of pride.
Lloyd sighs dramatically but smirks over at you fondly. "And I brought him back. No need for thanks, honeypie." Then he winks. "Little Ranny here has some grovelling to do and I'm going to oversee it."
Lloyd looks back at Ransom, his gaze flitting back to icy. "You're right to think she doesn't deserve you when you treat her this way. You made your alpha soft. She's too good to you, giving in to almost every whim and you repay her in tantrums. Didn't she say how important this project was to her?"
Ransom drops his gaze to the floor. How could this asshole read him like a book? Was it that obvious that he thought you deserved more? Deserved better?
"However," Lloyd continues. "I can see how happy you are together and I heard just how well you can please her. So, I want you to lavish her with attention like a good omega should."
"Lloyd." This time your voice is a half-growl and even though Lloyd meets your gaze with a smile, he nudges Ransom's thigh with his foot and Ransom shuffles forward on his knees.
Ransom peeks between his lashes, looking adoringly forlorn up at you, placing his face against the soft of your thighs. His heart thuds and as he inhales, letting calmness wash over him as he takes in your scent and a little something more. He watches Lloyd lean forward towards your frowning face and place a tender kiss to your forehead.
"He needs to remember he's an omega." Lloyd murmurs and Ransom bites his lip when he feels his cock, already half-hard, twitch against his pants. You'd punished him before but you had a soft dominance that made Ransom eager to please. Lloyd on the other hand, made Ransom want to disobey entirely. But after the events of the last hour, being easily wrangled and captured, Ransom was finding his resolve waning.
"Please let me." Ransom breathes, pressing himself as close to your legs as possible. When both you and Lloyd fix your gazes onto him, he almost cums in his pants. The attention of two alphas was domineering and overpowering all at once, and Ransom can't help but feel like he's spoken out of turn.
Your scent is stronger now, tinged with arousal, and Ransom fights to keep himself still to await your go ahead. The other scent that mingles in the air is familiar and Ransom realises, with a hint of disdain, that it's Lloyd's. The bitter, sour smell has gone and has been replaced with sweet, fragrant blackcurrant.
Lloyd gives Ransom a you-better-keep-grovelling glare and Ransom continues.
"'M sorry." Ransom pleads, placing apologetic kisses along the tops of your thighs, eyes never leaving yours.
"Sorry for what?" Lloyd urges, placing a warm hand on the back of your neck and massaging lightly. You lean into his touch with a sigh, shifting your legs at Ransom's display. You'd never wanted to flaunt your power over him - you never really had to before - but this was another level.
"For..." Ransom swallows both spittle and his pride, the wash of shame going straight to his cock, already straining against his pants. "For being ungrateful. For being a brat."
Lloyd and you share a look of satisfaction and a nod. Lloyd releases his grip on Ransom's hair to to cut him loose before removing his clothes. Ransom's eyes go wide as he watches you do the same. He doesn't know where to look; blue eyes flitting between you and Lloyd, taking in two beautifully crafted bodies that he'd been thinking about nearly all week. His stomach churns nervously, watching Lloyd grin at him before moving behind you on the bed, propping up pillows behind himself. Ransom's breath hitches as you move between Lloyd's legs and for a moment he thinks you're about to make him watch as punishment but instead, you hitch your legs over Lloyd's knees.
"What are you still sat there for?" Lloyd snaps, his hands moving around to play with your breasts. "Come here and make your alpha cum."
Ransom scrambles to his feet, almost tripping onto the bed as he undresses at the same time, positioning himself in the centre of two sets of splayed legs. He doesn't wait for a command from you to lick a long, needy stripe along your cunt.
"Someone's eager." Lloyd teases as you let out a breathy sigh, your head falling onto his shoulder.
Ransom doesn't waste time in making up for the last few hours by lapping and swirling his tongue through your folds and over your clit. Your whines are sweet and loud as he suckles your clit, one hand finding his hair to keep him where you need him but it's not his name you moan. It's Lloyd's.
"Ah, fuck Lloyd." You buck your hips against Ransom's mouth. Ransom flattens his tongue against your cunt to let you grind against him, stealing a glance skyward to see what the other alpha was doing to have you keening.
Lloyd's fingers roll and pluck your nipples playfully as he smirks into your neck, above the unmarked gland. With one hard pinch, you gasp and roll your hips again.
"Forgot how sensitive they were." Lloyd preens, this time placing a kiss to your neck. "Does your 'mega shower them with attention too?"
"He does." You manage out. Ransom's eyes flutter and he groans around your clit, making you jump at the sensation. The sounds of Ransom kissing and sucking your wet pussy reverberate off the walls of the bedroom and you watch with half-lidded stupor as your omega grinds his hips against the mattress.
Your orgasm hits you like a freight train; there's no warning, only an explosion of white behind your eyes as you open your mouth in a silent scream and your legs shudder violently over Lloyd's. You're panting hard against Lloyd's chest, his hands still fondling gently enough to make you twitch, and Ransom releases your clit with a wet pop.
Ransom moves up your body, but before he can reach your face Lloyd turns your head towards him and kisses you. Ransom stops dead, stunned for a moment. He'd imagined what it had looked like since day one when you both flirted with eachother playfully. He imagined Lloyd and you fucking when you'd smelled like him coming back from work and in the last few hours when you'd admitted you'd slept together once. But this was nothing like he'd imagined.
It wasn't feral, or gnashing of teeth but tender, caring, understanding. The kind of kisses you offer Ransom.
Ransom rolls his hips against yours, weepy cock brushing your sensitive folds, with a needy whine that makes both you and Lloyd smile. You move first this time; breaking the kiss with Lloyd to kitten-lick your cum from Ransom's lips before kissing him properly. Ransom hums happily as your tongue swipes at his but it's short-lived when he feels the tickle of Lloyd's moustache against his neck leaving a trail of warm kisses that make him shudder.
Then, your mouth is on Ransom's neck while Lloyd takes Ransom's mouth with an assertive kiss. A gasp of surprise leaves Ransom's throat but he instinctively leans into Lloyd, pressing his solid cock against your cunt when you nibble against his bond mark.
Your hand moves between your legs, grasping Ransom's cock and pumping him slowly, hearing the desperate whimpers smothered by Lloyd's mouth. Behind you, Lloyd's cock is equally hard and throbbing against your spine, moving up and down anytime Lloyd shifts to get friction. You nuzzle Ransom's neck and lap at the scarred flesh relishing in the honeyed taste of his skin. The complimentary scents had been frustrating with no outlet, especially since Ransom was adamant about despising Lloyd from the get-go.
"I-I want..." Ransom pants suddenly, causing you to pause to look at him. His face is red and flushed, blue eyes downcast with embarrassment.
"Want what, hon?" You purr, pecking along one side of Ransom's jaw.
"Speak up, Sweets." Lloyd says pecking along the other side of his jaw.
Ransom tenses up, breathing heavier with a surge of arousal sprinting through your bond. The attention of two alphas is almost too much. Almost.
"I want you both to fuck." Ransom finishes with a sigh of delight, as two sets of lips press onto his.
"Whatever the 'mega wants." Lloyd shrugs with a grin and you click your tongue at him before looking at Ransom, studying him carefully.
"Ran," you say softly. "You don't have to-"
"I want to." He interjects, his bright and pleading. "I want to help make you cum."
You blink at Ransom and look over at Lloyd, who after a beat, nuzzles your neck. Memories of long before rush back; the dark of your dorm room, hidden in a nest with Lloyd buried deep inside you murmuring sweet nothings and you squirm between the two men.
Something felt unbelievably right. However, you couldn't tell if the events of the present and past had somehow been done in the wrong order.
Ransom moves back as you move forward, eagerly flipping onto his back to present himself for you and spreading your legs wider for him to place kisses against every soft piece of flesh he can. Your hands stay wrapped around Ransom's cock, tightening when you feel the nudge of Lloyd's thick cock against your cunt and Ransom's hot tongue flattening against your clit.
Lloyd moves slowly, giving you time to adjust around him, throwing Ransom taunting remarks.
"Look how well behaved he is! Your omega's learned to share your cunt like a good boy."
You and Ransom groans in unison; loving Lloyd's crude mean streak in full.
"I told you he was a good boy." You sigh as Lloyd bottoms out, moving your hand up and down Ransom's cock with deep strokes.
"When he wants to be." Lloyd snorts, dragging his cock from you slowly and hissing as your walls clench around him. "I told you he needed some discipline from day one."
When Lloyd's hips set a rhythm, Ransom follows suit, dragging long swipes of his tongue up and down the cut of you and occasionally licking the hardness of Lloyd's cock. You mewl and pant their names into the heat of the room, trying to keep pace around Ransom's cock, but the pleasure is overwhelming.
When you cum, you grip at Ransom's thighs and moan so loudly your voice stammers. You try to focus on pumping Ransom but Lloyd continues to fuck you through your orgasm and with Ransom lapping and sucking your sensitive clit, you're soon cumming for a third time with another whine. Lloyd suddenly pulls out of you entirely, leaving you hollow and desperate. You crane your neck and catch Lloyd looking at Ransom beneath you.
Lloyd smirks down at Ransom tapping his cock against his lips watching the omega, whose gaze is now glassy instead of glaring, stare back at him. Ransom opens his mouth willingly, eagerly, swirling his tongue over Lloyd's cock whilst Lloyd's hands keep you spread and dripping on display.
Lloyd’s cock tastes just like your cunt and Ransom finds himself enjoying it more than he ever expected. In fact, at this revelation, as Lloyd starts to fuck you again, he tilts his head further back and takes Lloyd's sac into his mouth on a forward stroke.
"Ah- fuck oh Jesus Christ." Lloyd sputters before huffing a surprised laugh. "Cookie, your damn 'mega is trying to get me to cum."
"Told you his mouth worked wonders." You chuckle teasingly and Ransom's hips buck upwards into your hand as you spit on his cock.
"Uh huh." Lloyd huffs, taking a fistful of Ransom's hair as he slowly pulls his cock from your cunt again.
Ransom frowns but when he opens his mouth to argue, you begin to pump his spit-covered cock faster and he pants instead, letting Lloyd stuff his mouth full again.
"Where's all that fight gone, huh?" He teases before sighing as Ransom gags on his cock with a pitiful whine, bucking his hips eagerly for attention. You offer a sensual lap of his aching cock before Lloyd plunges into you again, clearly enjoying taking turns using your cunt and Ransom's mouth.
Lloyd thrusts harder into your cunt and your walls clench but it's Ransom who pushes you over the edge; finding your clit and suckling it between moans again.
"That's it, give me another." Lloyd grunts, yanking your hips back to meet his. "Soak my cock and little Ran's face."
"Please," Ransom pants from beneath you, watching for a moment as Lloyd's cock splits you open and you groan. "Please. I want you to cum."
Your heart catches hearing Ransom beg, arching your back a little more to force Lloyd deeper. Ransom's words seem to have an affect on Lloyd too because his thrusts stutter briefly and you can feel his cock twitch, ready to cum.
"How does it feel watching two alphas fuck, sweets?" Lloyd breathes, his thrusts becoming rhythmic and hard once more. You tilt your head forward to lick the tip of Ransom's weepy cock again and he shudders beneath you.
"Answer Lloyd's question." You growl at Ran, who whines a curse in response.
"Fuck. I-it's s-so fucking hot." Ransom laps at your cunt with long, wet stripes, making you whimper and grip Lloyd like a vice.
"Damn right." Lloyd grits out, pumping into you a few more times, pulling out entirely just before you squirt to blow his load onto Ran's face with an obnoxious groan. Ransom makes a surprised gasp but accepts the hot ropes of cum, even going so far as to dart his tongue for a quick taste before cumming himself.
Lloyd's chest heaves and he smirks with smug satisfaction at Ransom. You've half collapsed onto Ransom's thighs, hand and cheek sticky with Ran's spend, trying to catch your breath.
"Thank your alphas." Lloyd commands, sneering as Ransom struggles to catch his breath.
"Th-thank you." Ransom manages, eyes fluttering as Lloyd pats Ransom's head patronisingly and your face appears before him, smiling down proudly.
"You did such a good job." You preen, making a gesture to Lloyd for the night stand and you're handed a pack of wet wipes.
"Shower?" Lloyd asks, looking between you and Ransom.
You nod. "I think so."
Lloyd nods back before leaning over to press a kiss against your lips. Ran watches, blissed out of his mind, but instead of feeling jealousy he feels... happy but his blue eyes still narrow when he gets no attention from either of you.
"Poor little 'mega," Lloyd taunts, standing tall as he looks down at Ransom. "Feeling left out?"
Ransom makes a huffy noise that has you rolling your eyes as Lloyd leans down to peck Ransom's lips. Ransom blinks in surprise and his brain whirrs as Lloyd pads out of the bedroom and across the hall to the bathroom, where the whoosh of running water sounds.
"C'mere, hun." You coo, pressing a cool wet wipe against Ransom's face, wiping away your and Lloyd's cum. Ransom's face is red hot under your touch, reliving the past hour of his life and how he'd loved every second of it. But more questions began to form. Like how come Lloyd's scent smelled so much nicer now?
"Cookie?" Ransom sits up and shuffles closer to you, kissing your shoulder.
Through your bond you can feel his trepidation; his guilt. However, more importantly, you can feel his adoration for you and his acceptance of Lloyd. Finally.
"Mm?"
"I'm sorry about this week." He sighs, the weight of his sins being lifted from his shoulders. "I was a brat - and not in a fun way."
You smile over at him before nuzzling his cheek.
"You're forgiven." You murmur, giving him another quick kiss. "Make sure you thank Lloyd too."
"Is..." Ransom swallows awkwardly, throat suddenly dry. "How long is he still staying for?"
"Why?" You ask curiously, suddenly worried if your bond was sending the wrong signals - if that were even possible.
Ransom looks sheepishly at his sweater on the floor next to Lloyd's shoes and your discarded pyjamas, wiping sweary palms onto his thighs. "I think I'd like him to stay longer."
"Really? You mean that Sweets?" Lloyd's taunting lilt echoes from the doorway, and Ransom stiffens, looking angry as Lloyd saunters back into the room. Lloyd laughs at Ransom's expression, only agitating him more. "Shower's on."
Ransom grumbles and you can already feel a headache coming on as you usher both men into the bathroom. Lloyd hops in first, then you and then Ransom, huddled together in your - thankfully - large shower. The warm water is like a balm; for once there is no bickering between Lloyd and Ransom.
Until Ransom mutters a thank you to Lloyd, who pretends to not hear him to get him to repeat it. You huff softly, hiding a bubbling laugh in the shower stream as both men quip at one another, without any venom this time around.
You shake water from your face and Lloyd's arms wrap around you, his face nuzzling into the side of your neck that was scar-free. Ransom's face comes to the other side of your neck, placing a soft kiss against his bond mark.
Each of your hands cup their faces and pull them to you. No words are uttered into the steam of the shower but there's a cautious feeling of happiness hanging in the air. It would take some getting used to and it would definitely need patience; but somehow, you think your new pack would do just fine in this neighbourhood.
End
A/N:.... this became so much longer than I anticipated. Sorry not sorry And yes, Lloyd was matched to both Ran and Cookie - they just opted to try and ease Ran into it 🤭
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felix catton x fem!reader
| he falls hard for you
📎 tags : fluff, female reader, felix being older than you by a year, fanon of felix bc i’m such a bad writer guys, bad orthography, (my first post…), felix being a fucking cutie patootie, (y/n) not mentioned
📎 words count : oof idk but not a lot 💀🔥🔥🔥😜😜😜
📎 author's note : this is my first post (so first story), don’t hesitate to comment to help me to progress! english isn’t my first language, idk if felix is fanon but i tried my best to write him like i how i see him

felix was a charming, flirty, wealthy and captivating man. everyone loved him. everyone wanted to be around him. it exhausted him. people just wouldn't leave him alone. especially the girls. but he didn’t care about them, you were the exception.
you've only known felix for 6 months, but that hasn't stopped you from liking each other's personalities —and physiques. you're a new student from california studying at oxford, and the handsome british guy hasn't stopped coming to see you to find out more about you.
it all started with a laugh he heard in the hallway. a cute one he thought. and that's how he first saw you.
"hello?" you called loudly when you noticed eyes on you.
the sunlight illuminated felix perfectly as he met your gaze. you were just too cute. your doe eyes watching him while scanning him up and down due to his height.
"hey sorry- ive never seen you here before, are you new?" he asked.
as you were telling your friend to wait for you, an other guy appeared besides the stranger.
"felix where the fuck have you been mate??" a man with curly hair said.
"dude i’m busy let’s talk later" felix replied.
"hey sor-"
and you were gone.
felix didn’t even catch your name and it disappointed him. he likes to meet new people, even more when they’re cute like you.
a month passed after this rather short meeting. as you were revising in the library, a voice called out to you.
"oh hey arent you the new student?"
felix. you heard about him, only good thingd though. you’ve met him but his — pretty face, made you speechless. you felt shy in front of him. now there you are, sitting like an idiot and saying nothing. gosh.
"oh — uhmm hey!" you relied a bit nervously.
"hey! sorry i think we'd met before but hadn't talked more" he said.
"yes i remember." you introduced yourself and smiled.
"i’m felix catton nice to meet you as well" he smiled in turn.
"yeahh i heard about you, felix" you smirked and closed your book.
"oh yeah? i hope you've heard good things about me haha" he said.
"mmhh who knows?" you teased him.
while there was a small blank, he glimpsed your book.
"wait aint no way you’re reading harry potter?!" he said, trying to whisper as much as possible so as not to disturb the other students.
"way. i really like reading books. they're better than movies. and this is not the first time that i’m reading it." you replied.
"it’s my favorite book and it feels good to meet someone who thinks the same about it." he said with a big smile on his face.
it was getting late and you had to get back to your dorm to phone your best friend, who unfortunately wasn't at the same university as you. you exchanged phone numbers and then left.
one day.
one fucking day.
you two were apart for only a day. he sent you the first message and you answered them. he couldn't stop thinking about your smile, your eyes and your voice. it was the same for you.
even though you'd only been messaging each other for 2 weeks, he asked you if you wanted to go out somewhere. of course, you agreed and offered to go for a coffee to take a break from studying.
you put on a beautiful white summer dress that showed off your body.
‘i hope i’m not overdoing it...’ you thought.
03:17PM
"i’m so sorry for being late—…" you whispered to the man with a glass of soda against his lips, letting him know you were tired and done with the conversation. your eyes sparkling with joy, your lips curling up into a gleeful smile when you locked eyes with the person you had been craving to see all evening. he hadn't missed one night, not a single one. he was right on time. right there to stay with you, make you feel comfortable, talk to you all night.
you'd laugh, he'd watch.
he'd talk, you'd listen.
"no no don’t wo—" as he turned to answer you, he was stunned by your beauty.
his eyes wandered up and down your face. you noticed him and smiled at him.
‘i hate the way you make me feel — my chest begin to tighten when my eyes lock onto yours, yet i find it merely impossible to look away.’
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☆ the wrong way to hard launch (5) | OP81
summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au
pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc
a/n formula 1's 'newest' WAG makes her race debut and gives her cousin a headache
i did actually screech like a parrot watching this race and then immediately adjusted some of my predictive writings
masterlist | last part | part 5 | next part
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F1 WAGS @f1wagnews · 3h Selina Bui spotted around the paddock!
pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 2h the royal couple of australia (i don't make the rules 🤷♀️)


↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 2h why... did she wear blue...? she knows basic color theory... right??? ↳ pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 2h i completely missed that... SILENA??? ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 2h HER ASS IS NOT ENDING UP IN THE PAPAYA GARAGE IN THAT DRESS 😭 SHE'S NOT THAT DUMB IS SHE???
MANIFESTED OSCALINA | LONDON N3 @12m0red4ys · 26m SCREECHING RN we used to dream of these days
↳ lina bui x2 grammy winner @urdaisea · 25m '2-time grammy award winner' HELL YEAH SHE IS ↳ MANIFESTED OSCALINA | LONDON N3 @12m0red4ys · 26m the most employed wag in formula 1 🫶 (lily is a close 2nd)
oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 13m HELP HAS ANYONE ELSE SEEN THAT CLIP OF LINA AND THE CHINESE INTERVIEWER 😭 ↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 13m [translation] interviewer: this is your cousin's 3rd f1 season, how come you've never come support him? lina: he said he doesn't like my nagging interviewer: then will you be supporting zhou guanyu in shanghai? his home race could use some family support lina: even if he asked me to visit, there's nothing i can do, i'm in shenzhen performing a sold-out concert ↳ clovie @ luvyouvie · 7m she's so done lmao what can she do if zhou doesn't want her there ↳ emme @flowersforcami · 5m lina: i'm fucking busy too, have you considered that??
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(translation: Brother Yu [Zhou Guanyu], come and save me)
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rubyyy @piastriworld · 2h oh wait shit she's cute as fuck what ↳ rubyyy @piastriworld · 2h fyi this is abt lina bui ↳ rubyyy @piastriworld · 2h i was kinda expecting a full-on rockstar but she's super soft???
piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 1h the same woman not even 12hrs later


clara @ zgy24 · 37m i do actually think it's insane we got an 'oscar piastri's partner' graphic before we got a 'zhou guanyu's cousin' graphic ↳ clara @ zgy24 · 37m selina dear, we know you can't stand him but we're sure he'd appreciate it if you popped by the kick garage on your way over 🫶 ↳ lina !!! @EB_selina · 17m you sound like my mother but i'll have you know he sent me this:
很油腻 directly translates to 'very greasy' but it basically means 'ew' or 'cringe'
↳ clara @ zgy24 · 15m LMAO OH MY BAD ↳ xixi²⁴ ⁴⁴ @grandegrid · 14m the sheer amount of info you get from these two ss 😭 like ofc they use wechat, zhou guanyu sounds like an annoying older brother, she calls him 鱼哥, she trolls the emperor nickname, THE PURE SIBLING DYNAMIC IS EVERYTHING ↳ ZG24 future WDC · @zhoupdates · 14m zhou cousins crumbs 💚
lina !!! @EB_selina · 29m mistakes were made, the blue dress and orange-- sorry, PAPAYA headphones are not a look 💀 ↳ lina !!! @EB_selina · 28m wonder if it's too late to sneak into the sauber garage... ↳ pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 12m i'm actually wheezing at this bc that's EXACTLY what my oomf said when ur pics first dropped ↳ lina !!! @EB_selina · 10m well i wish ur oomf gave me a heads-up before i left the hotel
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selinabui went on a tour around the paddock (finally visited the man racing with my number 🫶) tagged: zhouguanyu24 and logansargeant
pi4str1 babygirl, i think you wandered the wrong way
pastry81 oscar's girlfriend meeting oscar's boyfriend
zhouguanyu24 我给了你一个愿望 trans: i gave you one job/i had one wish ↳ selinabui @ zhouguanyu24 你是不是我的亲表哥! trans: are you even my cousin!
logansargeant This feels like an achievement ↳ selinabui @ logansargeant it is, stay slaying cap, so glad to see you race today 🫶
no2argeant logan getting a double feature over her cousin mhm those are mutuals via oscar frfr (loscar and oscalina and... lolina?) ↳ selinabui @no2argeant we use selogan but lolina is 100x cuter
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piaa⁸¹ @papayaeightyone · 3h HELP SHE ACTUALLY SNUCK INTO THE SAUBER GARAGE
xixi²⁴ ⁴⁴ @grandegrid · 2h both cousins are equally unserious bc why did i remember the 'who's the most famous person in ur contacts' thing kick sauber did and why did zhou say jj lin when his very famous GRAMMY WINNING cousin seems to regularly bug him on the daily ↳ pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 2h he probably forgot lmao it's like she's not famous in his eyes "oh lina? u mean my annoying little cousin? oh right, she's a rockstar or smth"
oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 2h ok i'm convinced she's gonna stay in the williams garage now like it's almost guaranteed she's not headed back to mclaren ↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 2h oscar, honey, come over and remove ur girlfriend from the williams garage, she's yapping with logan ↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 8m I JUST SAW LINA'S POST 💀💀 y'know she's right, lolina is cuter than selogan but now i need to know how much logan's been 3rd wheeling
kayla @luna_apocolypse · 16m oscar checking his socials and it's his fans debating on the best ship name for his girlfriend and bestie
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from the phone of selina bui
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oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 1h realising that lina being at the race means we're probably not gonna get her entertaining af f1 live-tweets

↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 1h no joke, we missed out on aus gp live-tweets bc she was flying to jakarta but the saudi gp tweets gave me LIFE
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from the phone of logan sargeant



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oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 39m red flag??? already??? we just started??? ↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 34m they cut to lina in the mclaren garage and i'm wheezing she looks so amused by the turn of events 😭
jess @OPIXSTRI · 3m oh they knew what they were doing cutting to selina bui after zhou guanyu retired ↳ jess @OPIXSTRI · 3m new f1 reaction pic just dropped guys, perfectly summarises the kick sauber saga
↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 2m obsessed with her refusal to wear the orange headphones genuinely think she would rather go deaf than have those pictures circulate the internet
xixi²⁴ ⁴⁴ @grandegrid · 5m we got the zhou guanyu's cousin graphic but at what cost

↳ Stake F1 Team KICK Sauber @stakef1team_ks · 18m We're sorry to let you down 😔 ↳ lina !!! @EB_selina · 17m i don't care which long-suffering intern this is. get out. ↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 20m lmao lina's sauber pit stop tweets vs oscar's f3 drs tweets, fight 🤣
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selinabui loved the experience, will not be going to another one bc i'm 94% sure i jinxed EVERYONE i hold dear in this sport - stay safe out there 👍 see y'all in seoul in 2-3 business days <3 tagged: mclaren and oscarpiastri
logansargeant You did *not* jinx anyone ↳ selinabui @ logansargeant logan, honey, i'm a bit depressed about you but sure man, whatever you say :'(
ninisf1diary how'd you find your first ever live race? ↳ selinabui @ninisf1diary very fun, loved the bit where oscar got to hop back into the garage after the first lap
mclaren Are we still gonna see you in Imola 🥺 ↳ selinabui @ mclaren i think oscar is gonna drag me over kicking and screaming but i guess i'll be there
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Ship Sleep Dynamics
I was tagged by the lovely @aetherflowers for this 🥰
I need more screenshots of the two of them. All the ones I have, someone has their eyes closed or is pulling a weird face 🤣
So I have to keep reusing the few good ones 😅

💚Emmrich Volkarin 💀 Rowan "Rook" Ingellvar💜
How often do they sleep together?
Once the relationship is a go every night, but not in a sexual sense as Rowan is not ready (also I haven't quite decided if their first time is the coffin or not) and he would never ever think of rushing her. Emmrich is horrified when he sees Rowan's sleeping situation at the Lighthouse. And will not hear of leaving his darling to sleep in a cold, damp room on that abominable sofa with nary a pillow or blanket that isn't her pack and cloak (his exact words).
It starts with them just in the same bed, he being a gentleman offers to go sleep elsewhere, but Rowan asks him to stay. So he puts a bolster pillow down the centre of the bed so she feels safe and as a barrier. Which lasts all of her first nightmare. He knew she sleepwalked because of bad dreams, what he didn't know was how it all started before she started walking. Lots of whimpering, talking in her sleep (he didn't know his heart could break over such innocuous phrases like No, Don't, or It hurts) so how can he not hold her and try to soothe her and the rest is history (OK the rest is kind of written but not really, and I want to keep some things a mystery for later fic chapters)
Where do they sleep?
Once the relationship is a go they're both in Emmrich's bed in his room at the Lighthouse (I am an Emmrich has a secret bedroom behind a bookcase truther) and again in Emmrich's bed in his flat/house in Nevarra once they go home. Before, Rowan didn't have a bed either in the Lighthouse or Nevarra. She barely had a room in the Necropolis before she had to leave after the War of the Banners.
How do they prepare to sleep?
Emmrich I see as have a very structured routine. A bath followed by applying his various lotions and potions to his hair and skin, I'm not saying the man has the Thedas equivalent to a Korean skincare regime, but I'm also not not saying it. Puts oh his fancy pyjamas (he strikes me as a silk pjs kind of man) then a calming cup of tea before brushing his teeth, getting his clothes ready for the next day, putting the ones from that day in the laundry basket. Then finally gets in to bed to read for a while before going to sleep.
Rowan in comparison is a lot simpler, not because she doesn't want to, but because she couldn't afford the lotions etc and never had the time or space. A wash if she can, then braids her hair, puts on her old worn shift and heavily darned socks (she's always cold), brushes her teeth, and then crashes out on the nearest flat surface. If she even bothers going to bed in the first place. She, Lucanis and Neve are giving each other a run for the worst insomniac in the Veilguard. Bellara is disqualified because she actually falls asleep while she's working.
Once they're sharing a bed, suddenly Rowan has a multitude of lotions, potions, and oils that Emmrich gifts her. She also has beautiful nightwear and warm slippers, stockings, and wraps to wear if she gets cold. Her old shift may have "accidentally" got burnt after a mysterious, very localised fire.
What do they wear to sleep?
Emmrich is an absolute silk pyjamas man and nothing will make me change my mind. In sumptuous jewel colours and no doubt embroidered with gold wherever it won't be itchy.
Rowan had a simple linen shift that is very old, faded, much mended and while it used to be black it is now a dingy grey shapeless thing that she has slept in for years. It's also the shift she wears under her "formal" dress when needed, or is her other dress that she wears when she's not on an expedition or patrol. It's ugly, shapeless, but it's all she has.
After Emmrich sees it, he makes it his mission to a) make sure she has beautiful things to sleep in and b) remove that shift from existence entirely. It's not that he doesn't think she's beautiful in it, she is stunning in his eyes no matter what she wears or looks like. It's the sheer magnitude of neglect and a life bare of anything like kindness or affection, it encompasses.
Do they cuddle?
Yes. Rowan is always cold and Emmrich is warm, so she always ends up draped over him and snuggled in, no matter her intention when she goes to sleep. Add in her nightmares and Emmrich noting that if he holds her, they are less frequent, then he sees no reason why they should deny themselves the pleasure of sleeping in each other's arms.
What are their preferred sleep positions?
Emmrich is a side sleeper preferably and Rowan is a curl up as small as I can to keep warm and maybe no one will find me if I'm small sleeper by necessity/upbringing to start. Once they're in the sharing a bed stage, then Emmrich is still a side sleeper with Rowan cuddled to his chest with her legs draped over his hips and her arm over her chest.
They do also often end up with Emmrich on his back and Rowan draped over his chest more often than not. She's unconsciously trying to get as much of her on his warmth, and even in his sleep he could never refuse her anything.
How easy do they fall asleep?
Emmrich falls asleep relatively easily, as long as he's not deep in his research or too deep in his own head.
Rowan just doesn't sleep unless she is just about ready to pass out, and even then it depends on how much caffeine she can get in her system before she crashes. Until she's sharing a bed with Emmrich. It's the first time she feels absolutely safe and secure, add in how warm she is, and she's out like a light.
It's not always effective as she's very good at ignoring her body's needs, but Emmrich knows if he can get her horizontal and next to him, then she'll sleep. That's the easy part. Catching her and getting her to listen is the hard part.
Do they toss and turn a lot?
Emmrich no unless he's in his own head.
Rowan to start, yes. She has nightmares, or a Dread Wolf in her head, or just bad headspace. Again, it gets better once they're sharing.
Do they snore?
Emmrich has been known to on occasion snore, but it's not all the time. And it's more gentle wuffles than full on snoring.
Rowan doesn't.
Who hogs the blanket?
Emmrich. Mostly only at the start and because he's used to having blankets to hog. Rowan doesn't fight for herself, even in her sleep. But as they're usually cuddles together, the blanket hogging quickly becomes a non entity.
What do they dream about?
Emmrich has mostly innocuous dreams, lots of whimsy and fade walking. He does have nightmares occasionally of losing his parents, losing Manfred after Blackthorn and after Tearstone losing Rowan and his fear of death.
Rowan has nightmares more than dreams. It's part of why she doesn't like to sleep. Not going to go into her nightmare subjects because a) Spoilers and b) dark subject maters.
How easily do they wake up?
Emmrich wakes up easily, but he typically sleeps deeply, so he doesn't wake up to every noise or movement once he's asleep.
Rowan sleeps like a 9-tailed cat in a rocking chair factory. She sleeps poorly if she even sleeps at all and every little noise or movement wakes her. It's from all her years of solo expeditions deep in the Necropolis, where sleeping too deeply was the fastest way to die quickly.
Once they're sharing a bed, she sleeps a bit better because she feels safe, but she still wakes up at the drop of a pin.
How awake they are afterwards?
Emmrich is fairly awake and chipper after waking, even if he had a late night.
Rowan is wide awake as soon as she opens her eyes and is usually on the move before then. She's not happy about it, but her survival hinged on it for too many years to easily unlearn it.
She gets more relaxed as they continue to share a bed and feel safe to grumble and take her time as she wakes up. But it's rare.
OK, this was so much fun, so I need to more people to do it so I can read about your ships and their sleep habits 😍
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"Triple Threat"


Rating: General Audiences
Warning: reader is dating both....but separately
Paring: Paige Bueckers x fem reader, Chris sturniolo x fem reader
Fandom:Sturniolo Triplets x Women's basketball
Summary: Q&A's = free passes...
@chrissbbydoll
I never imagined my casual answer to an innocent question during a live Q&A would set off the wildest chain of events in my life. But here I was, sitting cross-legged on the couch in Chris’s apartment, nervously scrolling through my phone while he laughed at the chaos I unknowingly unleashed.
It started out simple enough. Chris and I were live-streaming, chatting about random topics, when someone in the comments asked, “Who’s your celebrity crush?”
I hesitated, glancing at Chris, who was lounging beside me with his usual nonchalant smirk. “You’re really going to make me answer that with him right here?”
Chris raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “Oh, come on. I’m not insecure. Go ahead, say it.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, fine. Paige Bueckers.”
The chat exploded instantly, fans spamming shocked emojis and comments like: “PAIGE?!” “OMG SAME” and “Chris, how are you not jealous rn???”
I laughed, holding my hands up defensively. “Listen, if I ever had a free pass to date anyone other than Chris, it’d have to be Paige. She’s insanely talented, gorgeous, and seems super sweet. Can you blame me?”
Chris chuckled, shaking his head. “Honestly? I’d date Paige too.”
The chat went ballistic again, and we moved on, not thinking much of it. Little did I know, the internet never forgets.
A Few Hours Later
“Babe, have you seen Twitter?” Chris asked, walking into the living room with his phone in hand.
“No, why?” I frowned, setting mine down.
He tossed his phone onto my lap, and I froze. On the screen was a clip of my Q&A answer, captioned: “Reader has a crush on Paige Bueckers, and Chris is totally fine with it 💀.” It already had thousands of views, and people were tagging Paige in the comments.
“Oh my God,” I groaned, covering my face. “Why did I say that?!”
Chris snorted, sitting beside me. “Because it’s true? Relax, it’s funny.”
“Yeah, until Paige actually sees it and thinks I’m a weirdo.”
Chris shrugged. “If she does, maybe she’ll DM you. You could shoot your shot.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re the worst.”
Two Days Later
I was in the middle of editing some photos when my phone buzzed with a notification. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the name: Paige Bueckers.
“What the…?” I whispered, unlocking my phone to read her DM.
Hey, saw the clip from your live. Gotta say, I’m flattered. Wanna grab coffee sometime?
I stared at the message, my brain short-circuiting. Chris walked in, munching on a bag of chips.
“Why are you just sitting there like a statue?” he asked, peering over my shoulder.
I turned the screen toward him. His eyebrows shot up, and he whistled. “Well, look at that. Your crush slid into your DMs. Guess you’re famous now.”
“Chris, what do I say?!”
“Uh, yes?” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Go meet her. I’ll even drive you.”
Meeting Paige
Paige was even more incredible in person. She was warm, funny, and so down-to-earth that I almost forgot she was a basketball superstar. We bonded over our shared love of photography and basketball, and before I knew it, we were hanging out regularly.
Chris was surprisingly chill about the whole thing, often teasing me about my “Paige dates.”
“Don’t have too much fun without me,” he’d say with a wink whenever I left to meet her.
A Year Later
Paige and I had become close friends, and my feelings for her had evolved into a deep admiration. But I was oblivious to the conversations happening behind the scenes between her and Chris.
One night, Paige invited me to dinner at her place. When I arrived, Chris was already there, casually lounging on her couch like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, confused.
Chris smirked. “We’ve been talking.”
“About…?”
Paige walked over, her smile soft but knowing. “About you.”
I blinked, looking between them. “Me? What about me?”
Chris stood and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “About how amazing you are. And how maybe… we both want to date you.”
My jaw dropped. “What?”
Paige stepped closer, her eyes locking with mine. “We’ve been talking for a while, trying to figure out if this could work. We both care about you, and we don’t want to put you in a position where you feel like you have to choose.”
Chris chimed in. “So, we thought… why not try this together?”
My heart raced as I processed their words. “You’re both serious about this?”
Paige nodded. “Only if you’re okay with it.”
Chris grinned. “So, what do you say, superstar?”
Epilogue
The three of us found a rhythm that worked. Paige brought excitement and adventure, Chris brought humor and comfort, and I felt like the luckiest person in the world to have them both by my side.
Our unique relationship wasn’t without its challenges, but with love, communication, and a lot of patience, we made it work. And as Paige liked to remind me whenever I doubted it:
“You said I was your free pass. Guess I took that literally.”
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-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️
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