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American ricochet

f2, imola

mateo frowns, logan sighing heavily next to him. their cars, while not horrifically damaged, would be out for the remainder of practice.

“that was the shittiest race line you could’ve taken.” mateo grumbles, his voice slightly muffled by his helmet. logan shrugs, the sun glinting over his own, the american flag on display.

“you took the same one!” logan replies, kicking the gravel with the tip of his boot. mateo continues to grumble, arms crossed against his chest as they watch the others cars pass by.

they’re taken back to the paddock, getting checked and cleared by medical. the annoyance had ebbed away as they made their way back to their designated garages, logan back to carlin and mateo back to campos.

practice is still going on so he sits by his engineers, watching olli’s practice and comparing it to his—at least up until both him and logan crashed.

it wasn’t a big crash either, mateo had come up alongside logan when something went wrong with logan’s car, sliding both of them onto the gravel. still though, the race line was shitty to begin with anyway.

mateo sits through a few media videos, two interviews, an hour long debrief with the team and a quick conversation with the mechanics before he’s being ushered into the little trailer.

olli is in there, slouched over the table and clearly asleep. he carefully nudges him around, olli grumbling until he’s laying on his side. mateo finds his blanket and tosses it over him before taking the small couch.

he quickly leaves, finding the carlin trailer and logan’s familiar giggles. the door is left open and he finds logan on the floor, grin wide on his face when he see mateo.

“hi babe.” he says, tone light as mateo glances at a knocked out liam.

“unblock me you dick.” mateo says, lightly nudging logan with the toe of his shoe, “that was mean.”

“you government named me,” logan sniffs, turning away. mateo groans, plopping onto the floor next to him, he’s on some padding that’s way more comfortable than whatever they had over at their trailer.

“i’ll pay for dinner.”

“you can’t because i’m already doing that.” logan says, hands on his chest, “outqualify me and i’ll unblock you.”

mateo smacks his stomach, smiling when logan jerks in response. the two end up smacking each other, their giggles turning into full on laughs.

“can you guys take your weird ass flirting elsewhere,” liam grumbles, tired eyes blinking at them, “some of us are trying to sleep here.”

“didn’t you have a meeting at 5?”

liam shoots up, patting around for his phone, “what’s the fucking—you cunt! get out of my way!” he shouts, hopping over them, barely ducking down to grab his shoes before he’s out the door.

mateo snorts, “he didn’t set an alarm?”

logan smiles, “jack was in here earlier and disabled it.”

mateo flops down next to him, “so you’re not gonna unblock me.”

“nope.”

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Double Trouble||OC!Kaycee Thomas x Oscar piastri x Logan Sargent

Warnings dom/sub dynamics, brat/brat-tamer dynamics, strap-on play (m->m), oral sex (m->m), spanking, threesome, double blowjob, degradation + praise kink, possessiveness, aftercare, rough sex, edging, begging, established relationship, slight humor, subby Logan, bratty Oscar, dom!Kaycee,handholding during sex, soft moments, light choking, overstimulation, sleep aftercare

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A/n this isn’t as good as I wanted it I was low key fighting with it since October

Kaycee stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, Oscar lounged against the headboard with a smug tilt to his lips, naked save for the defiance in his eyes. Logan knelt between Kaycee’s thighs, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide.

“Shhh, I got you, sweetheart,” he murmured, fingers in Logan’s hair as the blond whined softly. “Just lie back and let me take care of you.”

Logan moaned, tongue licking the tip of kaycees cock like he was starved for it. Kaycee grinned and pushed in slowly.

“Aww, look at you turning into a dumb slut I know you are at the sight of my cock.”

Behind him, Oscar rolled his eyes. “You act like your cock is magic or something.”

Kaycee didn’t even glance back. “Don’t be a brat,” he said coolly, rolling his hips. Logan gasped beneath him. “And maybe—just maybe—I’ll let you cum later.”

Oscar let out a sarcastic little laugh. “Promises, promises.”

Kaycee turned his head just enough to shoot him a warning look. “Behave. I wouldn’t want to have to punish you now.”

Oscar tilted his head, licking his bottom lip. “Maybe I want you to.”

Logan whimpered around the cock in his mouth, nails digging into Kaycee’s thighs. Kaycee tugged his hair back just enough to see his face.

“Can’t you handle it, baby?”

He nodded frantically, eyes glossy. “I can—fuck—I can handle it.”

“Good boy,” Kaycee purred, dragging his fingers down Logan’s chest, hips rolling slow and deliberate. “Act like a brat,” he threw back over his shoulder to Oscar, “and I’ll treat you like a brat.”

Oscar smirked.

Earlier That Night…

Logan was trying—trying—to be good. He had already gotten Kaycee’s hand wrapped loosely around his jaw with the soft warning of “Patience, sweetheart.” But Oscar, sprawled across the couch like temptation incarnate, had other plans.

“C’mon,” Oscar drawled, fingers drifting across Logan’s thigh while Kaycee was busy in the kitchen. “He’s so tense lately. You know he likes it when we give him a reason to get rough.”

Logan flushed. “We’re supposed to be good tonight…”

Oscar leaned in, brushing lips along his ear. “But you like when he gets mean. You shake when he says your name like that.”

“Oscar—”

Too late.

“Hey, Kaycee!” Oscar called, voice sugar-sweet and far too loud. “Logan said your cock isn’t as magical as you think.”

Logan turned bright red, choking on a protest.

Kaycee appeared in the doorway like summoned fury, brow raised.

“…What did he say?” His tone was deceptively calm, dark with promise.

Oscar grinned wide. “I might’ve… paraphrased.”

Kaycee’s eyes slid to Logan, who looked stricken.

“Logan?”

“I didn’t—I swear—I tried to stop him—”

“Uh-huh,” Kaycee said, voice all amusement and warning. “Alright. That’s how tonight’s gonna go?”

Oscar leaned back, victorious. “What can I say? We’re just a little mouthy tonight.”

Kaycee stepped forward, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness. “Good. Because I was in the mood to ruin both of you anyway.”

Oscar’s mouth was already wet and eager as he worked Logan’s cock with practiced precision, but the bratty glint in his eye didn’t go unnoticed. Kneeling on all fours, ass arched just right, he glanced back at Kaycee with that smug little smirk that always got him in trouble.

Kaycee ran a hand over the curve of Oscar’s ass, slow and deliberate. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and dark. “Mouth full, cocky as ever. You just don’t learn, do you?”

Oscar hummed around Logan’s length, earning a sharp moan from the blond beneath him. Logan’s hands threaded into Oscar’s hair, but he didn’t dare move he knew better.

Without warning, Kaycee brought his palm down hard. The smack echoed, a sharp crack that made Oscar jolt forward and moan around Logan’s cock.

“Count them for me,” Kaycee ordered.

Oscar pulled off with a gasp, panting. “One…”

Another slap. “Two.”

Kaycee rubbed the red mark before landing a third spank.

“Three. Fuck.”

“Act like a brat,” Kaycee growled, positioning himself behind Oscar, “and I’ll treat you like a brat.”

He pushed in slow, making Oscar whine and Logan buck up desperately into Oscar’s mouth. Kaycee leaned down over Oscar’s back, one hand gripping his hip, the other in his hair.

“Shhh, I got you, sweetheart,” he murmured into Oscar’s ear, deceptively soft. “Just lie back and let me take care of you.”

Oscar let out a strangled moan, lips stretching around Logan again. Logan was trembling, wide-eyed, trying to hold on as Oscar’s mouth sucked him deep with practiced ease.

Kaycee’s thrusts started slow, firm. Deep.

“Aww, look at you,” he chuckled, voice hot against Oscar’s neck, “turning into the dumb slut I knew you were at the sight of my cock.”

Oscar whimpered, muffled around Logan’s length, and Logan choked out a moan.

“Can’t you handle it, baby?” Kaycee asked, voice thick with challenge.

“I can—fuck—I can handle it,” Oscar gasped when he came up for air, only for Kaycee to thrust harder, nearly knocking him off balance.

Kaycee smirked. “Don’t be a brat, and maybe—just maybe—I’ll let you cum later.”

Oscar was barely holding it together, caught in the rhythm of Logan’s soft moans and Kaycee’s relentless thrusts. His body burned—ass red and aching, mouth slick and swollen from taking Logan deep, and his cock leaking untouched beneath him.

Kaycee leaned down again, pressing Oscar’s back flush to his chest as he drove in hard, drawing another desperate noise from the brat beneath him.

“You feel that?” he growled. “That’s mine. This smart fucking mouth—” he reached around and tugged gently on Oscar’s bottom lip, “—mine.”

Oscar’s lashes fluttered. “Y-Yeah,” he whispered, brain going fuzzy as he tried to stay focused on Logan’s cock twitching in his mouth.

“Such a good toy for him, aren’t you?” Kaycee cooed, gentler now. His hand smoothed over Oscar’s flank, grounding him. “Sweet little thing with such a filthy mouth.”

Logan whined, one hand trembling as he reached out blindly. Kaycee caught it, threading their fingers together even as he fucked Oscar harder, deeper.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Take it,” he murmured to Logan now, voice a soothing contrast to the rough sounds filling the room. “You’re doing so well. Let him make you feel good.”

Oscar gagged around Logan’s cock as Kaycee angled just right, making his whole body jolt. Logan’s hips bucked and he gasped, “Fuck—gonna—Kaycee—”

“Let go, baby. Cum for me.”

Logan cried out, hips stuttering as he came, fist tightening around Kaycee’s hand. Oscar swallowed every drop, panting when he finally pulled back, spit and come dribbling from his lips.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, looking drunk on it all.

Kaycee slowed his thrusts, now fucking Oscar through Logan’s orgasm, his touch turning from punishing to possessive. One hand slid to Oscar’s throat, just resting there, a silent reminder of control. His other wrapped around Oscar’s neglected cock, stroking slowly.

Oscar whimpered. “Please—fuck, please—”

Kaycee kissed the side of his neck. “Think you’ve earned it?”

Oscar nodded frantically. “Been good—been so good.”

Kaycee chuckled softly. “Barely,” he said, but his hand didn’t stop. “But I’ll let you.”

Oscar came hard, collapsing into Logan’s lap, shaking with it. Kaycee held him through it all, gently stroking him through the aftershocks, murmuring praise against his sweat-slick skin.

Logan reached up, brushing Oscar’s hair back, his touch featherlight.

Kaycee finally pulled out, lying down behind Oscar and dragging both of them close, one arm slung around Logan, the other curled around Oscar’s waist.

“You’re both mine,” he whispered against the crown of Oscar’s head. “And I take care of what’s mine.”

Oscar hummed sleepily. “Even when I’m a brat?”

“Especially when you’re a brat.”

Logan smiled softly. “Love you, Kaycee.”

Kaycee pressed a kiss to his temple. “Love you too, sweetheart. Now sleep. You’ll need the rest.”

“…Why?” Oscar muttered, already half-asleep.

Kaycee smirked. “Because next time, I’m not going to be so gentle.”

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When Will I see you again?

Summary: After the second task, Cedric can’t keep his feelings for his best friend a secret. Things don’t go as plan after the third task, though. Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Male!Reader Wc: 5.3k tags/warnings: ravenclaw reader, canon divergence, hurt/comfort, coma, draco is a dick, HP slander a/n: obligatory I would curb stomp jkr if given the chance

The Great Hall’s entrance was filled with students, all of whom were waiting for the clock to strike eight and the doors would open. Partners from separate houses were finding each other on the edges of the crowd; thankfully you hadn’t been one of those. Ever the gentleman Cedric had waited at the top of Ravenclaw’s staircase for you. Even if he hadn’t asked you in a romantic sense and said you were going as mates. Cho had declined his offer and you weren’t all that interested in the girls at school. 

No other reason. 

Soon after getting to the crowd Professor McGonagall had called the champions to the front of it. You’d seen Krum and Hermione and took a second for yourself, surely the eighteen-year-old Quidditch star hadn't asked out the barely fifteen-year-old Hermione? 

You didn’t feel strange in the line of pairs, standing behind Hermione but in front of Parvati. It felt right to be considered Cedric’s partner for the Yule Ball. 

Cedric carefully wrapped his hand around your elbow as the rest of the students entered the Great Hall. His grip was loose until McGonagall told the champions to follow after her where his fingers tightened around your satin blazer. You felt him take a deep breath with each step, the applause from all sides felt deafening but at least most of the attention was on Harry and not the two guys walking together. 

But it wasn’t as though you weren’t known together. While Cedric was known as the human embodiment of the Hufflepuff values, you were his Ravenclaw best friend. Friends since your first year after he’d helped you get the courage to get on a broom during lessons. Such good friends that other Ravenclaws stopped being surprised when you cheered for Cedric during Hufflepuff Vs. Ravenclaw games.

It’s just now you’re older and slowly growing out of the hormonal phase that awakened certain things in you. And Cedric. Although smart as you were, you were convinced he was thoroughly set on dating Cho Chang. And she's lovely, if you were into the girls at school you’d probably go for her, too. 

Your eyes catch her on the dance floor, dancing with some random Gryffindor guy with a tight smile and barely hidden boredom whenever they would talk between dancing. The guy looked fine, though. Content even. 

You admittedly hadn’t danced much that night, at least not nearly as much as other people did. On Cedric’s own account, he would’ve had a heart attack if he held you so close again without being able to hold you closer. He couldn’t bear staring at your face as he held you without his face turning red. How his hands would get so sweaty he’d need a second to wipe them on his shirt without you taking notice because you’d been trying to do the same thing. 

So, sitting and eating was the next best thing. Laughing and talking about whatever you wanted until it was time to leave. He’d found Harry and told him about some of the tournament business while you waited at the bottom of the staircase, messing with the yellow corsage he’d gifted you at the beginning of the night. 

That night he walked you back to the top of the tower and lingered behind, feeling as if he ended the night on such an open note it would haunt him for the rest of his days. 

—

Anyone who’s friends with Cedric knows he wakes up an hour before breakfast. He spends thirty minutes getting dressed and then spends the rest of the time wandering about the grounds before it’s time to eat. Everyone also knows that at some point during the wandering, you appear at his side. 

His routine was a little different today considering today was the second task and he was a bit anxious. This time he waited near Ravenclaw Tower for you, he’d seen most of your housemates walking past him and then one of your roommates. Cedric catches him before he can walk too far away and asks about you. Your roommate shrugs, they haven’t seen you since last night. 

Now, Cedric doesn’t panic. You’ve probably fallen asleep in the library again and you’re waiting in the Great Hall. That happens about once a month. So, he goes to the hall and looks around for you. He sees the blue robes from your house but he doesn’t see you. 

Now he’s a little worried. His leg bounces as he eats his breakfast, eyes focused on the hall doors before McGonagall once again gathers the champions and he’s off to the lake with Fleur and Krum. He notes that Harry isn’t there yet but that wasn’t where his focus was. 

He stares into the lake, wondering where you are as his fingers dance across the yarn of your friendship bracelet made with the grace of a twelve-year-old boy. 

He doesn’t catch when Harry arrives right before the task starts, his head snapping over to Bagman when his voice booms through his ears. 

“Well, all our champions are ready for the second task, which will start on my whistle. They have precisely an hour to recover what has been taken from them. On the count of three, then. One… two…three!” A whistle echoes through the cold air, quickly drowned out by the sound of cheering from the stands. 

Cedric quickly uses a bubble charm before he dives into the icy water. He fights the urge to swim back up as his body shivers, fighting against the water as he swims aimlessly in the deep gray-lit water. Fish dart past him as he swims and he panics at the sight of an arm in his peripheral when he gets closer to the bottom of the lake. There’s no one else around him, though. He double-checks and then triple-checks. He can’t see anyone— no, he squints through his bubble and sees Harry. He’s spotting whatever they’re chasing and he swims in the same direction. 

He fights through the wildlife and creatures that try to attack him, namely the grindylows emerging from the weeds. But his focus is more on what he’s approaching. There’s a statue of a merperson and attached to its tail are four bound people. Fleur’s sister, Ron, Hermione, and you. All of whom look to be sleeping, heads lax on your shoulders, and bubbles rising from your mouth with each breath. 

He panics— blinking wildly at the sight because he’d been so worried something happened to you and this… this was crazy. What if he hadn’t known the charm? What would’ve happened if the merpeople had turned on you? What if he didn’t make it down within the hour time frame? 

(We've taken what you’ll sorely miss— that’s what the clue had said. But past an hour, the prospects black. Too late, it’s gone. It won’t come back.) 

You won’t come back to him if he’s late. You’re what he’ll sorely miss and he knows they’re right. He knows deep in his heart that taking you was like taking his oxygen, taking you would destroy him in ways he couldn’t— doesn’t want to— imagine. 

Somehow Harry’s already there, arguing with merpeople who stop him from freeing everyone. He tells Harry to hurry, he knows Fleur and Krum are close behind him and as much as he wants to win he also doesn’t want Harry to get anything less than second place. 

He pulls out a knife from his pocket and cuts through the ropes of weed. Once his knife drags all the way through, he grabs you by the waist and swims up. He doesn’t waste his time checking on Harry or the others. He only cares that he gets you up to the surface. That you wake up. 

His head breaks through the surface of the water and the cold air stings his face as the bubble pops. Immediately his eyes check on you, the voices from the sounds nothing but noise until your eyes open and you cough up some of the lake water. 

“Thank Merlin,” Cedric pants and drags himself to the edge, pushing you up before he pulls himself up to the bank as well. 

“You won?” You chitter, the cold hitting you all at once. Someone hands the two of you thick blankets as Madam Pimfrey shoves a hot potion down your throats that wakes the two of you up a little bit. 

“I thought you were dead,” He admits, opening his blanket to let you inside. You shake your head as you sit on a bench, head resting on his shoulder because despite having slept for hours, you’re quite tired still. 

“Dumbledore bewitched us to sleep, last night McGonagall asked to see me. Thought she found out about me sneaking books out of the library,” You joke to try and lighten his clearly down mood. He hasn’t looked away from you since the moment he resurfaced, his heart hasn’t stopped hammering.

He never wants to experience worry like this ever again— even if in hindsight there was never any real danger. He blinks, brushing his thumb over the apple of your cheek as you stare at him, worried because he hasn’t said anything aside from that. Truthfully, he doesn’t know what to say. What can he say? How he feels about you— about this? Surely that isn’t it. 

Cedric is Hufflepuff’s golden boy. Truly he is Hogwarts' golden boy; he’s the kindest, most honest person to grace the infamous halls. He always has a smile on his face and he stands up for what he knows is right. But he’s afraid he hasn’t been entirely honest with you. His best friend. 

He doesn’t know how to flat-out say he’s in love with you, that he has been since your fourth year. 

“Cedric,” You whisper, wiping a tear from him. He’s been thinking so much that everyone has come back and he hasn’t noticed. Missed that Fleur didn’t finish the task and Harry had brought her sister up instead. “I wasn’t in danger, I’m alright.”

“I…” He blinks, holding your wrist. “I’m in love with you.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have reached our decision!” Bagmen announces and you flinch but don’t look away from Cedric. Your eyes are wide and your heart thumping behind your ribcage. He doesn’t look away either, looking between your eyes. 

“I have been for a while but I was… terrified seeing you down there,” He continues and you tune out Bagman until you hear Cedric’s name. 

“Cedric Diggory, who also used the Bubble-Head Charm, was first to return with his hostage, though he returned one minute outside the time limit of an hour.” The Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws in the crowd cheer. “We therefore award him forty-seven points.” 

“One minute off,” You whine, rolling your eyes. Cedric laughs, his forehead pressed against yours as the judges list off the remaining scores. Krum had gotten forty and Harry had gotten forty-five, putting Cedric in first place for the task and tied with Harry for first overall. 

You smile at him as you tell him your findings. He just nods, his nose knocking into yours before you’re herded into the castle by Madam Pomfrey to get dry clothes. He holds your hand the whole way there, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. 

The two of you are put in separate rooms to change, as are the other champions and the hostages and it gives the two of you entirely too much silence and time to overthink. 

Being in love with your best friend is difficult, especially if you’re queer. There’s the added layer of are they also queer? Because you know for a fact Cedric had real feelings for Cho, so he’s not gay. But there’s a plethora of things he could be… into you wasn’t one you really thought about, though. Even if you joke kissed that one time at a post-game party after a dare. 

Being in love with your best friend and admitting it is crazy. Cedric spends the whole time getting changed worrying that he’s ruined everything. He’s sure he’s going to leave the room and you’re going to ignore him. That things are going to be different for all the wrong reasons but he couldn’t keep it a secret for another second. He just couldn’t. And he’s not sorry about that. 

But, he’s pleasantly surprised when you’re waiting in front of the room he was changing in. Your back pressed to the wall with your hands behind you, staring at the floor until you heard the door opening. Standing up straight, you smile at Cedric and fix your jumper over your pants out of nervous habit. 

“Hi,” 

“Hi,” He carefully closes the door behind him while you look up and down the corridor. “Are you okay?”

“Mhmm… I just…” Staring at him, you shrug. “Do you want to go on a date next weekend? Madam Puddifoot’s Tea shop, maybe?” He smiles brightly and nods all the while you try and contain your own reaction. “Cool… well… they’re also having a celebration for you winning first place after dinner. Ravenclaw’s hosting, I’m supposed to bring you,”

“So we have three hours to plan our date?” He holds his hand out for you. 

“I doubt we’ll need that much time,” You laugh, taking his hand. He just shrugs and guides you to where the two of you normally hang out. “Besides, I’m taking you. You don’t get to plan anything!” 

“Fine,” He dramatically sighs. 

—

By the third task, you’re still not an official couple. There’s no rush on putting a label just yet, you both agreed to it when a friend mentioned that for two people going on weekly dates, you two don’t seem any closer to dating. 

Besides, there’s a tournament to win. 

You settled in the stands of the Quidditch field which looked completely different with the twenty-foot tall hedges that ran all the way around the edge. You spot Cedric amongst the champions as he fiddles with his wand. He spots you, too, waving as you sit next to his father and mother. You’re unsure of why you’re allowed to sit in the family stands, but it’s all the same to Cedric— easier to spot the three most important people in his life, too. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, the third and final task of the Trizward Tournament is about to begin! Let me remind you how the points currently stand! Tied in first place, with eighty-five points each— Mr. Cedric Diggory, both of Hogwarts School!” You cheer along with the rest of Hogwarts, loud enough that the birds in the forest fly away from the harsh noise. 

Harry and Cedric go in first and once they disappear, you can’t see them. There’s no magical broadcast and so, you’re left in the dark of what’s happening inside of the maze. So, you talk with his parents and then Ron’s family to pass the time.

You’re unsure of how much time passed before you see Harry slam into the ground with Cedric. Everyone cheers but you squint. Surely you’re seeing it wrong, right? That’s not what you’re seeing.

“Mr. Diggory…?”

“I see it, too,” He whispers and the two of you break into a sprint down the stands. By that point, Harry and Cedric are crowded by Fudge, Mad-Eye Moody, and Dumbledore as screams echo throughout the stands. 

You make it there long before Mr. Diggory does, sliding on the grass once you're close enough to reach him. He’s laid there, eyes closed and body unmoving. He looks as though he’s in pain yet still as if that’s how he… 

You cup his face, sobs bubbling through your chest and out your mouth, as he lies there. Your head shakes as you examine him and Harry keeps muttering something. An explanation, apologies— you don’t know. You can’t hear anything over your sobs and the shouts from Mr. Diggory. Cupping his face again, lay your head on his chest before you feel it. 

…thump….thump thump….

You gasp and sit up, checking his neck before you cry out. 

“He’s alive!” You choke, pulling him into your chest and rocking him back and forth. “He’s alive!” You declare as Mr. Diggory approaches, carefully, you set him back down so he can see for himself. He checks for himself as Dumbledore calls over Madam Pomfrey and he cheers, kissing Cedric’s head and holding his limp hand tightly in his. 

—

The killing curse. That’s what Harry said. Voldemort or someone had used the killing curse on Cedric after they both grabbed the portkey. He was dead. Cedric was dead for over five minutes. They don’t know what happened but he was dead one second and alive the next. You didn’t care for answers, how could you when all you could hear was the fact that he was alive? 

Sitting at his bedside, you stroke his hairline as he sleeps. A coma, alive but in a coma. It was better than dead, you keep reminding yourself when you find yourself frowning at his sleeping figure. Mr. Diggory allowed for him to remain at Hogwarts, he and his wife agreed that when Cedric wakes up, he should be somewhere he’s familiar with. He’ll want to see you as soon as possible. 

It’s only been a week but they’ve visited him on the weekends. You think they’re staying in a nearby inn for the time being. He looks about the same, though. He doesn’t look ill or dead. Just asleep. The magic Madam Pomfrey and medical professionals use on him keeps him alive and thriving according to them. You try to learn about it when you can but your brain is mush half of the time. The other half is replaying how he looked when he was dead. 

“Would you like to comb his hair?” A nurse asks and you nod, thanking her as you grab the comb and start gently working through his hair. You tell him about your day, about classes. About how he and Harry were declared the winners of the tournament. Harry declined the trophy altogether, insisting that it goes to Cedric instead. 

You glance at it on his bedside table. You’re unsure of who brought it, probably Dumbledore or something. You describe it to him, how shiny it is. How it looks like a giant goblet and you’ll definitely pour some good booze in there as soon as you can. Celebrate with him. 

A part of you waits for him to talk, to fill in the caps of silence but it doesn’t come. But you still talk. You talk about how there’s some new drama in your house. About how Cho keeps asking you if he’s okay. She wants to visit but she doesn’t know if she should. She doesn’t want to impose. You laugh and ask him if there’s someone you need to worry about. 

He still doesn’t answer. 

Setting the comb down, you stare at him for a while before checking the time. It’s nearly dinner time but you’re not hungry. You haven’t been for a week but you still eat. You guess skipping one dinner wouldn’t be so bad so you climb into the bed next to him and lay your head on his chest. 

His heart is a steady rhythm under your ear, there’s a warmth to his body that makes you want to fall asleep faster and you do. 

Sometime later, when visiting hours officially end, Madam Pomfrey goes to tell you it’s time but finds you fast asleep. She sighs and debates waking you up before she decides against it. She’s not cruel. 

—

“And then Snape had the audacity to assign a mountain of homework,” You grumble as you angrily eat your lunch next to Cedric. It’s been two weeks of the coma, fourteen days of spending all of your free time in the infirmary, three hundred and thirty-six hours of not knowing if Cedric is going to wake up again. You know he is. He has to. You don’t just survive the killing curse only to die in a coma. He wouldn’t do that. You know it. 

Rather frustratingly Hogwarts is currently split in two on the topic. There are those who think he won’t wake up and those who know he will. No one talks about it around you, though. They’re not that insensitive, you guess. You still hear it, of course, whispers travel far, and first years aren’t all that good at whispering. 

You don’t care about either side. This isn’t some weird little bet like it was with Harry and Cedric. It was weird and you’ve been slowly dealing with it. Nothing harmful, not in a way they could prove, at least. It’s hard to trace back the sudden appearance of zits forming the words Prat on someone’s forehead. 

“Our professors are still giving me those sad looks,” You admit, pushing the food around with the back of your fork. “It’s like I walk into a room and suddenly all they can think about is how I’m… here? I don’t know. But they keep asking me if I'm okay and that I should sleep more.” You laugh, rolling your eyes. “They’re the ones giving us crazy amounts of homework. I don’t envy the work you’re gonna do when you wake up. But I’ll be here to help you study, of course.”

The doors open and you peek behind you, seeing his parents walking inside. They look how you feel but they smile as you look at each other. You wave as you stand up to give them space with their son.

“Ah, your folks are here. I’ll be back tomorrow, I promise.” Squeezing his hand, you collect your stuff and leave for your dorm where you sleep until you’re woken up from your nightmare. From there, you sneak down to the infirmary and sit on the floor next to his bed. 

It’s incredibly quiet inside of there. Only one other student is there for breaking a bone. She’ll be out in the morning. You find yourself hating her for that and have to stop yourself from getting angry at a thirteen-year-old for being able to walk around. 

Madam Pomfrey catches you during her rounds and crosses her arms as you sheepishly smile at her. She sighs and motions you to lie down. You thank her as you lay next to Cedric but she doesn’t acknowledge it as she walks away. 

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The infirmary is cold, colder than you would’ve expected but it is starting to snow so you guess it’s to be expected. Thankfully, you’re wearing Cedric’s Hufflepuff sweater to keep you warm. It still smells like him, you don’t know why you expected it not to, but when you put it on you’re ashamed to admit you cried for nearly an hour. 

“If this is payback for the second task,” You start, your voice wavering as you stare down at Cedric’s unmoving body. “It’s gone on entirely too long. Wake up, Cedric. Please,” Your voice cracks as you fall into the chair. Covering your mouth, you stare at him as he remains unmoving. You just want something, anything to prove that he’s not a husk of a person. Something other than his breathing. Maybe a cough. You’ll even take a wheeze. A sneeze. Anything. 

“Merlin,” Looking away, you inhale and look back at him. “I’ll do anything you ask, promise! I’ll eat those nasty snacks you like that taste like puke. I’ll drink cold tea for a year! I’ll… it doesn’t matter what you ask as long as you wake up!” But he doesn’t move. He hasn’t moved since they set him on that fucking cot. He doesn’t stir, he doesn’t snore. He just lays there and you’re expected to be happy that he is. That the only sign he’s alive is his shallow breathing and his chest rising. 

A nurse walks in for his daily medication and you don’t watch as she makes him drink it. You just hold his hand, playing with his growing nails before quietly asking for a nail clipper. He doesn’t like them long, they poke him. It also gets caught on his clothes, so he keeps them pretty low. 

“Y’know what? I’m gonna paint your nails if you don’t wake up,” You decide as you’re clipping his nails. “Yup. Neon pink and green. So, you better wake up soon.” Dusting his nails off, you look at him for a sign that he’s listening. Any sign, really. But there’s none and you quietly sigh before climbing into bed next to him. 

Looking up at him, you kiss his shoulder before tucking your head into his chest. It’s not dinner yet, it’s barely even lunch but you don’t want to be awake right now. You’re tired of the reminders, tired of looking at him in the white bed under the white blanket. You miss his smile and laugh that you can only see in your dreams now. 

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“I got detention for a week,” You angrily admit as you toss yourself onto the chair next to him. It’s been four weeks of him being in a coma. His hair has grown a bit, you didn’t notice until recently. “They were going to give me longer but said because of my situation it’ll only be a week.” You use air quotes as you say ‘situation’, angrily looking around as though someone was going to agree with you. 

“Bloody Malfoy running his fucking mouth about you. Laughing with his little mates who have their tongues down his throat, his little lap dogs without a fucking brain! Talkin’ about you being a lost cause and a…” You stop as you find yourself getting angry again. “I knocked him out. He’s awake now, I wasn’t allowed in here until he left.” You sigh, rubbing your forehead. You need to calm down. Talk to him about something happier. Talk about the positives of your day. 

“My parents wrote, they wish you well. They invited you and your folks over during break and said they can’t wait to see you again. Can’t wait for you to meet Tate’s little puppies. They’re the cutest and maybe your dad would let you guys keep one,” You smile at the nurse as she brings over a comb and brush. Quietly, you thank her before moving your chair closer to the bed. 

“I’m not sure if you noticed but they upgraded your cot. It’s roughly the size of your dorm bed; I think they did that ‘cause I keep sleeping here.” It’s been nearly every night that you spend down in the infirmary. Students who come and go with their own injuries have mentioned it to their peers. Apparently, you cry in your sleep and it keeps them up. Although no one is blaming you for that, they’re mostly just pitying you at this point. 

Combing through his hair with the brown wine tooth comb, you give Cedric his usual hairstyle and smile down at him. 

“I reckon this length looks good on you, hopefully, you don’t cut it. I quite like it,” Gently brushing his hair away from his face, your lip wobbles and you force yourself to look away. “I have class but I’ll be back, I promise.”

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Six weeks. A month and two weeks. More days than you care to admit. 

He’s doing better, according to the doctor who visits on Mondays. She said he should wake up soon but she didn’t give an estimate. Soon could be a year, apparently. 

Unfortunately, today has been exceptionally rough. Snake’s been a larger prick, you tanked your history quiz, you overslept and missed your whole first period, and worst of all, you waited a whole thirty minutes at your usual spot waiting for Cedric before you remembered. 

Wiping your eyes with your hands, you pull your legs up to the frame of his bed and lay your head on your thighs. 

“I’ve been looking for spells to get in your head,” You admit through quiet sobs. “Maybe then we could talk. I miss your voice. I miss you so much. It’s getting harder and I’m not blaming you. I know this is a good outcome, I know I should be grateful you weren’t left in that cemetery to rot. I know I should be jumping for joy because you’re alive but it doesn’t feel like it. I feel like I’m losing you.” Blinking down to the floor, you chew on your bottom lip. 

“Break is coming soon. They’re going to transfer you during it, so you’re not alone. I don’t know if they’ll let me sleep over still. You’ll be so far from me, too. Five hours by car, I checked. I’m sorry if I sound selfish, I keep talking about me. But I don’t know… how to talk to you right now.” Looking at him, you reach over and grab his hand. 

“If you want to… go… you can. I don’t know if you’re in pain or something. I just want you to feel better, even if it means you’ll be gone.” Blinking rapidly, you tuck your head back between your legs and cry. You don’t know how long you’ve sat there like that but you get startled at the feeling of his limp hang gripping yours. 

It’s not tight but you know it’s there as you look at him. His eyes are open, just barely but they’re open. You shudder at the sight, nearly falling from your chair.

“Cedric,” You whisper and he cracks a smile. “Oh Godric,” Smiling, you squeeze his hand before hugging him. Smiling into his neck, you feel him start to hug you back. 

“That’s my name,” He mutters, voice dry and hoarse but it’s his. Madam Pomfrey walks over for her rounds and gasps at the sight of the two of you before rushing to send for his doctors. Slowly, you pull away and look at him. “Is there water?” Nodding, you reach over and grab your bottle from the table before giving it to him. 

He struggles to sit up, giving you a pleading look and you prop him up without question. You help him drink, too, trying not to cry because he’s sitting up. He’s not laying down anymore and his eyes are open. 

He’s awake and alive. 

“What did I miss?” He asks. 

“I spent six weeks giving you updates and you didn’t hear a single word?” You snort. “Of course,” 

“Six weeks?” He echos and you slowly nod. “What happened?”

“Short story; you died and came back but you were in a coma. The long story is for later. When you’re back to normal. But you won the tournament! Uh, your parents have the trophy but I don’t doubt they’ll be here soon. They’ve come every Saturday and Sunday,” 

“They do?”

“Mhmm, I left the three of you alone so I don’t know what you guys talked about.” Silence falls over the room as the two of you stare at each other. 

“Were you crying?” He softly asks and you shake your head. 

“Allergies, I decided playing with a cat was better than being able to breathe properly,” You lie and he doesn’t believe you but lets it slide and pats the bed. Sitting back down, he pulls you down and strokes the top of your head. Sighing with content, you look up at him and smile. , 

“I love you,” He kisses the top of your head before he speaks. 

“I love you, too.” He waits for a second. “Does this mean we’re dating?”

“Yes, dork, it does,” You snort and he frowns, complaining that you’re being mean to him after he just woke up. 

“Wait,” He shifts a little and you hum. “Why are my nails pink and green?”

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Would you mind?

~F1&2&E drivers x male reader (You win a race and they wanna celebrate) ~Drivers Included: Alex Albon, Arthur Leclerc, Kimi Antonelli, Oliver Bearman, Paul Aron, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Lewis Hamilton, Zane Maloney, and George Russell Authors note: This is my first suggestive fic, so I hope you enjoy it. Title is based on the song by Janet Jackson, only listen to that song with headphones. If you do not like suggestive content you do not have to read. You control the content you consume. A big thanks to @babybearnation yet again for the idea, and the idea for Lando's slide Content Warning: Suggestive content all the way around

© JollyAlpacaFox 2025

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Hypnotism and Himbofication that leads to Face Fucking by paul aron (mlm plz)

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AN: AHHHH! This is the first official MxM I am adding to my blog other than in threesomes and I am so excited! I have seen you sending in requests and I'm so glad I can fulfill this one so soon! If anyone has any advice on how to make a better mlm fic please don't hesitate to message me!

I am warning you right now... Your girl has no idea how to hypnotize someone so please just ignore that if it's completely wrong... just read for enjoyment not life lessons!

TW: MDNI 18+ Hypnosis. Himbofication

WC: 1K

Y/N POV

"Come on Paul, this a stupid idea," I say while allowing my body to relax into the couch.

"Just believe it'll work!" Paul says while pinching my inner thigh clearly annoyed with my negative attitude.

For the next hour I allow myself to relax into Paul's words and hypnosis technics he had learned while doing 'extensive' research. I'm not entirely sure but I follow along with the words he's been saying.

Paul's POV

I watch as Y/N start to relax his body into my words. I briefly mentioned the idea to him awhile ago and when he kind of laughed the idea off I decided to do some more research and after months I finally feel comfortable in my abilities.

When I finally put Y/N into a haze I do a few tests to see if I have officially put him into his trance.

"When you wake up every time I clap my hands you'll be on your knees begging for me," I say being serious but also still not fully convinced this would work.

Y/N POV

It's been a few days since Paul did his hypnosis and I haven't noticed anything different which just kind of makes me laugh knowing I was right this whole time.

When we are sitting on the couch relaxing for the night Paul claps his hands a few times and before I can even question it I'm instantly moving my body onto my knees and in-between his thighs.

"Such a good boy," Paul says with a small smirk playing on his lips. I instantly start tugging and pawing at the crotch of his sweats trying to free his already hardening cock.

"Please," I whine when I notice Paul isn't helping me get to his hard cock.

"Paul, please," I whine further tugging a bit harder at the waistband of the sweats.

When Paul finally shifts his hips letting me pull his sweats down I take it as my chance to pull his boxers down as well. When his hard cock springs free I instantly grasp his cock into my hand making him hiss at the contact.

I look up at him waiting for him to give me permission and as soon as he nods his head in approve I'm instantly pull his hardening cock into my mouth moaning as soon as his tip touches my tongue.

When I look up to to find Paul's eyes I can see him already watching me with a soft smirk playing on his lips.

"Being such a good boy for me," Paul comments making me whimper under his praise before I pull more of his cock into my mouth feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat making me gag slightly.

I start bobbing my head while using my hand on the rest of his length. The more I get into it the more I'm losing myself in giving Paul pleasure.

"Come here," Paul grunts out while tugging my hair trying to pull me up.

"No," I whine trying to pull my head down in a weak attempt to keep my mouth around his cock.

"Wanna keep being my good boy," Paul asks in a stern voice making he look up at him with a soft whimper.

"Come ride me," Paul tells me while giving my hair one final tug bringing me up to my feet and letting him help me pull my clothes off.

Once I was naked I instantly climb into Paul's lap clinging myself to his neck almost instantly.

"What's got you so needy?" Paul teases while he uses two of his fingers to tease my ass.

"More," I gasp when he pushes his two fingers all the way into my ass trying to prep me to take his cock.

"Been such a good boy for me," Paul comments while slowly starting to fuck my ass with his fingers.

"Paul, please, want you to fuck me," I whine while jerking his cock faster trying to pull myself further into his lap so I can line his cock up with my needy hole.

"What's gotten into you?" Paul teases while pulling his finger from my ass and helping me line his throbbing cock up with my greedy ass before letting me sink down on his cock with a whimper falling from my lips.

"So good," I cry when I feel my ass bottom out on his cock. When I slowly start rocking my hips trying to build a rythem I feel Paul's hand wrap around my hard cock giving it a soft jerk.

"Fuck," I cry out in a loud whimper feeling Paul slowly start to build pace with his jerking as I build pace in riding his cock.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I cry in a broke chant feeling myself crawling closer and closer to my release.

"Gonna cum for me?" Paul asks in a teasing voice while he speeds up his motions on my cock making me cry out feeling myself close to falling over the edge.

"Please," I whimper while clenching my ass around his cock trying to coax him closer to the edge so we can cum together.

"Cum for me," Paul grunts while fucking his hips up into my ass harder throwing me over the edge almost instantly cumming all over both Paul and I's bare chests, while I feel his cock twitch in my ass before I start to feel him spill his cum deep into my ass.

"Fuck!" Paul grunts out as his hips tense and relax a few more times as he is fucking us through our orgasms.

Paul dips a fingers into my cum that's coating his lower belly before offering me a taste. As soon as my lips are wrapped around his finger he pulls his finger out of my mouth and tugs me down to place a chaste kiss on my lips.

"Such a good boy for me," Paul whisper into my ear making me moan softly under the praise.

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The end!

I did my best... I definitely need to work on bimbofication/ himbofication but for the first time I'm proud of the subtleness I brought to the story! I really hope you enjoy and PLEASE keep on requesting! I'm having so much fun with these.

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hiya could you do lance stroll x male reader who’s a broadway actor and hes playing che in evita i would eat that up thank you !!!!!!!

i ate this up as well darling <3 we need more lance love too

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Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

also feel free to come in and start chatting to me in my asks, would love to get to know y'all better

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lance stroll x male!broadway actor!reader smau

y/n.y/l/n - Thank you so much to aston martin for letting me come to this grand prix! Definitely enjoyed these front row seats!

User1 - is that… a man???

Fernando.alonso - i thought you headed back to the hotel to sleep?

User2 - who is that guy???

User3 - detective skills incoming

User4 - probably someone at the race… one of the thousands of people at the race…

User16 - why aston martin out of all of the teams???

Lancestroll - good nights out.

User6 - does lance… have a girlfriend?

User7 - or a boyfriend we don’t judge

User8 - i just wanna know who, they look hot!

User9 - fuck lance, who taught you to soft launch?

User10 - i promise lance we’re not gonna hate you, but can we just know who???

User19 - honestly lance, you are glowing in your mlm era

> user 23 - his multi level marketing era?

y/n.y/l/n - this is a dream come true. So excited to announce that in the new broadway musical, evita, I will be playing che! Super excited to let one of my childhood dreams come true as Evita was one of the first musicals I ever saw, and probably the one that made me want to pursue it as a career. Going to be a busy few months, but I can’t wait! And my boyfriend is not a big fan of the beard

User11 - congrats!!!!

User12 - oh thats amazing, congrats y/n!

User13 - okay congrats, but now can you tell us who’s in the last slide???

User14 - i have decided i hate soft launches.

User15 - am i the only one who thinks that last slide is lance?

> user17 - stroll? The bad racing driver?

> user18 - he’s not that bad, but i kinda agree, it does look like him

Lancestroll - proud of you <3

User20 - finally, they’re official!!!

User21 - those 2 are so adorable!

User22 - argh these 2 are so cute!

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WE HAD HOMEWORK?

uni au!formula one x male!reader

request: ooh okay uni aus maybe with reader asking drivers for homework or something. honestly will take anything with this au - @spoonfulofmilo

summary: you ask your boyfriend if he did the homework.

warnings: frat boy!logan, short, i think that's it

contains: kimi raikkonen, logan sargeant, + mick schumacher

©thekoalapastriesbakery :: please do not copy or rewrite my work on any platform !!

author's note: short but my first time writing uni!au so we're taking it slow lol.

comments + reblogs appreciated!

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F*ck your status

Driver: Lando Norris x Male reader (You comfort Lando after he loses the WDC) Authors note: This is a shorter fic but I just could not get this idea out of my head. Minor content warning: There is suggestive text in the fourth slide, so skip the last two texts in that slide if suggestive content makes you uncomfortable 😇

© JollyAlpacaFox 2025

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this blog hates donald trump

Look how many people hate him. I’m pretty damn happy about that 😁😁😁😁😁😁

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Crush

[best friend] clark kent x male reader

summary: you've been crushing on your best friend for a while now, he is the oppitome of perfection so before his date with lois lane he wants to try out his eating out skills and you are in no position to object his offer.

wc: 1.3k

notes: FDNI, MDNI, ass eating (r!receiving), fingering, body worshipping, hand jobs (r!giving&receiving), ass slapping.

You sit on Clark's bed waiting for him to finish up in the shower and actually acknowledge you since he was the one that invited you over. “Clark, can you hurry-” You start to mutter out until he stumbles into his bedroom where you're sitting down on the corner of his bed, your eyes wandering all over his body but completely staring at his extremely low and loose towel. You gulp down some spit that was gathering in your mouth, and if anymore formed, you would've been drooling over him in a more obvious sense. Clark struts into his room, chuckling quietly to himself as he picks up on your obvious gawking over him. “Bro, I am dying for your help... and I wouldn't ask you to help in this way, but it's urgent” he scoffs out, his voice laced with nervousness with an underlying hint of excitement. Your eyes wander over his body as you watch the water droplets drip down his gorgeously muscular body, “whatever you need! You know you can count on me for anything, you know that.” You mumble out in a soft tone as you gulp quietly.

“This is so embarrassing to ask you, but... can I practice my eating out skills?” Clark asks you with his eyes practically closed, and you stare at him in shock, but hearing those words sends a warm tingly feeling down your body heading right towards your growing aching cock. Your mouth gaped open slightly, taking a moment to process what your best friend of many years just asked of you, “it's just that I'm meeting Lois later and I've been getting the feeling that she's been wanting to take things a step further and... I just don't want to embarrass myself to her, cause I like her a lot” Clark says in a slight whiney tone as he begins to ramble on about how much this will help him out and improve, “This can be like when me and you use to practice kissing with each other before you figured out you liked men, except it will be me figuring out how to eat someone out in the most pleasureable way.” Clark walks closer to you as his ramble continues on and on until your hands reach out and pull open his low hanging towel to reveal his girthy, long and monstrous cock to you. Your eyes widen and Clark gasps at the sudden feeling of being so exposed.

Clark's eyes widen as he stares down at you, “I-I'm only suppose to be eating you out!” His voice extremely shaky from nerves however his cock springs up in excitement revealing how he truly feels about the whole situation. “If you're going to be eating out my asshole then I can ATLEAST see you naked, it's only fair!” You say with a small chuckle which causes Clark to burst out laughing and cover his face to hide his embarrassment. You stand up and keep eye contact as you act all flirty as you slowly strip off naked, you laugh throughout this to hide how excited you really are about this but Clark just stares at you, he slowly nibbles at his bottom lip and you notice his cock leaking like a facet. You reach your underwear as you take a deep breath and pull them down in one swift motion leaving you naked, you both stare at eachother and the awkwardness of being naked in front of your bestfriend slowly slips away and this feeling of comfort and safety crosses over both of you. You turn around and crawl onto his bed shoving your ass into the air revealing your tight, pretty pink and hairless asshole to him. You take a deep breath “I'm ready...” You mumble out as you feel Clark's presence come closer to you as his hands grip against your cheeks spreading them open more giving him a better look at your hole, “w-woah...” he scoffs out nervously.

Clark slowly leans in and hesitantly licks a wet strip up your hole. His eyes slowly flutter shut as he relaxes his body, and his hands forcibly shake your asscheeks creating a jiggle. You gently bite down on your lower lip, feeling the warm from his tongue caressing back and forth slowly but surely pushing past your tight muscle ring and into your soft velvet walls that are clamping around his tongue. Your eyes flutter back and your cock hardens against Clark's bed, “Mhm!” He grunts out until he pulls away and he leans upwards to shove his fingers into your mouth “Suck.” Clark commands of you, his tone dominant and rough, his nervous exterior slips away as his hidden fantasy comes to light. You feel his fingers push into your mouth, swirling around to get them all soaked in your spit. Clark pulls them out of your mouth and gently rubs them against your wet asshole, gently pushing them past your loosening muscle ring and into your velvet feeling walls.

Clark fingers curl inside of you as he reaches his knuckles as your muscle ring tightens around it. You lay your head against the duvet as you slowly sink into it, “C-Clark~” You whimper out in agonising pleasure as his fingers curve against your sweet spot, with each curve he milks your sweet spot sending shivers down your spine and causes your body to jolt. Clark pulls away and sits down next to you, “Do you wanna J-Jerk me off?” Clark asks you nervously as you roll over and continues to breathe heavily. “Mhm-hm.” You nod your head with excitement. You lean back up and wrap your hand around his girthy monstrous cock that you've been dreaming of for some time now, and you slowly begin to beat his meat feeling his pre-cum drip down your hand and you lean down to lick it up grazing your tongue against his tip causing his body to jolt upwards into your hand. You gasp in shock as Clark wraps his hand around your cock and he matches the rhythm in which you're beating his meat in a swift motion. “F-Faster!” You both whimper out simultaneously, and you both turn your heads to make eye contact as both of your hands pratcially move on their own.

“C-Clark, is this too mu- ” You begin to talk as you breathe heavily until he leans in and slides his tongue into your mouth and your eyes flutter shut enjoying the feeling and taste of his tongue in your mouth. Both of your hands go up and down in a swift sultry motion, and you whimper as you feel Clark's other muscular arm wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him as you both thrust your into each other's hand. “M-MHM!” You whine out into his mouth as you nearer your release “N-Ngh!” Clark grunts out into your mouth as the simultaneous feeling of both your hands moving in a rapid motion beating each other's cocks becomes too much for you both and you shoot your load. The spurts of cum from both of your tips shoot all over each other's bodies, Clark pulls away and breaks the kiss leaving a string of spit from his mouth onto yours.

“Woah” you mumble out as you watch Clark's face redden, and he chuckles nervously. “So did this prepare you for your date with Lois?” You ask him softly with an undertone of jealously, and Clark just stares at you and smirks “There wasn't ever a date with Lois, I just really wanted you.” Your eyes widen in shock, and you jump up from laying on the bed, and you wrap your arms around Clark's neck as his hands travel down your body, and he grips your asscheeks “You should've just said you wanted me... I've liked you for a long, long time.” You whisper in his ear, and he chuckles “I was too embarrassed, but I guess I don't need to be anymore.” You lean back, and Clark smiles softly at you, pulling your naked body closer to his muscular one as he leans into a kiss, passionately feeling his tongue swirl against yours. “I am going to fuck you... extremely hard.” Clark whispers in your ear and you just giggle, you jump up and wrap your legs around his waist ready for a night full of lustfilled pleasure.

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Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.

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pretty boy

[boyfriend] symonuncut x male reader

summary: your needy boyfriend; symon, is in desperate need of some praise filled sex and you're happy enough to give it to him.

wc: 1.1k

notes: MDNI, FDNI, praise kink, pet names, swearing, feminisation, rough sex, breeding.

Symon watches you from afar with the pink collar around his neck with a silver chain dangling off as you slowly slip the milky coloured socks up your leg in a seductive manner, Symon's eyes locked onto your legs following the fabric that caresses up your body. His eager cock twitching, pulsating and leaking a fountain of pre-cum and his hands gently grazing against his thighs patiently waiting for his turn to pound away at your pretty pink hole that is exposed through your tight jockstrap. "Symon~", you call out in a seductive whisper as you slip up the second sock up your leg. You lift up your hand and gesture your finger to call him over, and he eagerly walks over to the bed where you lay with your knees hitched upwards, having your tight hole exposed. You lay back entirely as Symon climbs onto the bed and gets in between your legs. Your hands caress his large pecs, feeling his lightly dusted chest hair as your hands gently travel down his body, dipping in and out of each abs, you count them, and you hear Symon's breath hitch and his chest heaves as your hands wrap around his large cock. "It's been a while, hasn't it.." You coo out to him and he eagerly nods his head in a swift manner you pull him closer to you by his cock pressing his pre-cum soaked tip against your previously douched asshole. "You've been away for too long, Symon, the dildo wasn't enough for me."

You whisper out to him with a smirk on your face as you notice his hand take over the spot on his cock where your hand previously was and he slowly rubs his tip up and down your pretty pink asshole until he gently thrusts himself forward, your tight muscle ring opening up for him. "F-Fuck!" Symon grunts out as his cock is currently buried inside of you, his eyes flutter back ever so slightly as your velvet walls tighten around him. The feeling of your warm walls corrupting his mind with each squeeze, Symon slowly pulls out just until his tip is being squeezed by your muscle ring and then he pushes himself in entirely again causing your eyes to flutter back and your hand grips onto the chain that is attached to the collar that is wrapped around his throat. You tug on it gently at first, but that gentle pull was enough to force sultry moans out of Symon's mouth. "a-ah~" and that was all that was needed for him to pick up the pace and begin to turn your asshole into a sloppy mess, "S-Symon!" You whimper out in agonising pleasure as with each thrust of his cock your sweet spot gets constant friction against it. Symon's hands grip onto the back of your thighs, forcing them upwards, more giving him more room to hit your sweet spot at a constant pace. Your eyes flutter slightly as you pull quite roughly on the chain, forcing him forward. Now, Symon is staring directly down at you as you reach up to caress his face feeling his slight stubble against your hand, "pretty boy."

"Does this feel good?" He asks you in a soft tone as he slows down slightly as curves his hips in a more forward motion with each thrust causing your cock to become as hard as a rock and begging to be released from the fabric prison that is your jockstrap. "Y-Yes! You're doing so good, baby... my good boy!" You whimper out in an ungodly amount of pleasure, hearing those words of praise come from your mouth sends shivers down Symon's spine and a true smile forms on his face but his eyes grow darker with hunger as he stares down at you seeing the pure ecstasy on your face, wanting more from you... he wants to hear you louder. Symon's thrust forward hits your sweet spot in a certain place that hasn't been milked as often but it's the spot that sends your body into over drive, with each thrust from Symon his thick tip continues to milk your g-spot. Your hands release the chain, and your arms reach up and wrap around his neck, pulling him down to close the space between you, leaving a gap only inches apart. Symon leans down, closing the inches large gap between the two of you as he presses his lips against yours. Symon's hands gently squeeze into your thighs as his tongue flicks back and forth over yours as you let him dominate your mouth, your eyes flutter shut as you feel his thrusts speed up faster and faster until the sounds of slaps echo throughout the room as he piston fucks into you.

Symon pulls away, breaking the kiss as a string of spit connects you both from your bottom lips. Symon's hands let go of your thighs, and he grips your hips as he thrusts into you in a rough manner, causing your eyes to flutter back. Symon tears your jockstrap off your body letting your rock hard cock spring free, his hands go back to your hips to use it as leverage to go back to piston fucking you. Your hand travels down your body and you wrap it around your cock and you slowly begin to pump your hand to match the rhythm of which Symon is fucking you. "N-NGH!" You whimper out as you feel his cock twitch and pulsate inside of you, "Are you close, p-pretty boy?" You mumble out in deep pleasure as you watch as Symon nods his head "Y-Yeah!" He grunts as he thrusts into you a rough couple more times until his buries his cock deep inside of you as Symon's cock twitches and he paints your velvet walls white with his creamy cum. He collapses his body against yours as you wrap your legs around him as he slowly pumps his hips back and forth into your cum filled hole, the friction of his body pumping into you sends your cock into over drive as you shoot your load all over his abs and your stomach. your breath hitches.

Symon takes a deep breath and holds you close for a while until he pulls away until you grab the chain and tug him back, "have I mentioned how pretty you are?" You mumble out in a post-cum filled daze as you admire him, pulling him closer and closer, Symon just lets out a breathy chuckle as he lays his warm muscular body against yours as your tongue slides into his mouth exploring and tasting the sweet taste of Symon's spit. "Mhm," you whimper into his mouth as you feel his large veiny hands trace along either side of your body while his cum begins to seap out of your asshole. Symon breaks the kiss as he stares down at you like he was previously. Your hands reach up to wipe his sweaty hair out of his face. "My boy in his pretty pink collar." You say in a low seductive tone as your hands adjust his collar as he smirks, feeling your hands against him.

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Basically reader is head strategist for Mercedes and personally taylor made the strategies for nico and lewis but their fighting is disrupting the statistics even though he's trying to give them the best he can, reader is deeply in love with his bestfriends but neither lewis or nico seem to notice admits their friendship turned almost relationship turned bitter rivalry, its the year before nico wins his championship and its announced that reader is moving to another team (redbull maybe? Or ferrari so its angstyer when lewis moves there) anyway fast foward through out the year its been a grueling battle to win between lewis and nico that nico realizes that they haven't talked to reader since half way into last years season when nico finds out that reader moved teams he's rocked with devastation, anger, grief and a realization that he and lewis are the reason you don't talk to them anymore nico tries to tell lewis but he's just like 'so what? I'm still going to win' and nico stares at him in astonishment not recognizing his former bestfriend and would be lover, flash over to after nico wins the championship he announces he's going to retire before trying to contact reader which reader ignores for six months (lewis is ignoring the lonely feeling in his chest) before he picks up the phone and before nico can talk starts to rant about how reader just wants them to leave him alone that while he loves them and that while he tried to forget his feelings for them he can't but he can no longer be involved in their petty fued, Nico apologizes saying that he's retired and wants to make amends, we then flash foward to the year before lewis wins his seventh win, lewis has seen reader around the paddock but hasn't been able to get him to talk with him lewis has also seen the way nico has cozied up to reader (reader and nico are in a relationship, not that anyone knows that) anyway lewis tries to be friends with reader again (and Definitely more) but reader avoids him which leads him to talking to nico and Reconciling with him first and then with reader (all three of them just having these dinners at restaurants so they could have the closeness they had when they were younger) it takes lewis till 2023 (3 years basically since he won his 7th in 2020) when max wins another championship to both figure out nico and reader are in a relationship (got together 2018) and to realize he's pining for them both (again) cue awkward lewis being given advice from george, who directs him too lando, on advice on how to ask two people who are in a relatioship out (some side george x alex x lando or maybe oscar x lily x lando) anyway lewis asks nico and reader out in winter break where their caught by the media, before that though reader explains to lewis that before he fixed their friendship reader was really hurt that they would put racing over each others lives and that while reader and nico love lewis he needs to promise to that he won't put racing above their relationship and that after 2025 he'll retire wether he wins the championship or not, lewis agrees quickly afraid they'll take it back saying that he felt it was going to be his last year anyway, it ends with lewis winning 2025 and kissing both nico and reader after the last race and announcing he's going to retire.

Holy shite i got really into that, i'm so very sorry, if its too long please just say so.

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peach i am in awe. this is just, holy fuck

lewis hamilton x race strategist!male!reader x nico rosburg

synopsis: it took them too long to realize how badly they messed up. good thing you are forgiving.

author's note: holy cow this got really long but peach, the details, all of it, was just amazing. you're so creative 🫶🏻 i am living for all this. i did slightly change somethings, i hope you dont mind! feel free to keep requesting!!!

it started out well

like really well

your strategies worked amazing, the boys were performing well

then it went to shit like most things

they started this bitter rivalry that made little to no sense to you

for a while, you thought it was your fault

maybe your stats and strategies weren't right

maybe you weren't doing good with you job

you thought that up until ferrari offered you a job as head strategist

thats when you knew it wasn't entirely your fault

you took the offer proudly

thats when it hit nico how much they took you for granted

you thrived in ferrari while nico and lewis were still fighting with each other

you distanced yourself from that and instead focused on your new job, where you were surpringly happy

like happier than you had been at mercedes (even if lewis and nico weren't there)

it took nico almost a full season to entirely realizes that him and lewis hadn't even attempted to talk to you since they team move

that hit him like a truck

he felt guilty, him and lewis both

they just show it in different ways

once nico finally wins his wdc, he is happy, just not as happy as he would've been if he were still close with you and lewis

he announced his retirement and almost immediately went to reconcile with you

he didn't want to keep things in deep shit with you

he missed you so so much

your smile, your laugh, just you in general

it started slowly with small talk over text before nico just finally apologized for absolutely everything, from essentially blaming you for his rivalry with lewis to ignoring you for almost a year

you apologized for ignoring him too and distancing

from then on, you guys talked every single day

day in and day out

every free minute you two had was spent talking and hanging out

slowly, you guys admit how long you have loved each other for a long time

then boom, you guys got together

but you kept it a secret as you wanted a quiet (or as quiet as possible) life

you still worked hard on strategies

nico was amazing at reporting

you guys were happy together

skip forward a good few years and lewis is so close to winning his seventh wdc

he finally seems to notice the small signs that you and nico were together

that empty feeling returned

he was missing a part of himself without the two of you

he slowly starts to piece together the big puzzle

first with how you and nico seemed to gave been a thing for a while

then how much he missed you guys

then the deep rooted feelings he pushed aside for far to long

then the realization of just how much he need the two of you in his life

he immediately started building up this huge, elaborate, straight from the heart, apology speech he would tell you when he got you guys alone

he already had a plan set in his mind

then he realizes he actually has zero fucking clue what the hell to do

so he goes to the only person he knows that knows anything about this type of situation: george mother fucking russell

of course, george's situation is a little different

he started dating alex first then they basically accidentally added logan into the mix

but the three seemed to be happier than the majority of the people he knew

so he had to take a shot at asking him

turns out, george gives pretty decent advise

so, before going on the date, he needed to patch things up between the three of you

george's words not his

but that's what he does

he convinces both you and nico to talk with him (even brings roscoe because who doesn't love the little chunky monkey?)

you each take turns explaining how you felt

you kick started it by talking about how hurt you had been, not only as a strategist but also they're friend; how you felt like you were to blame for everything; how you didn't feel like they wanted you around anymore

nico already knew all this stuff but he still felt incredibly guilty

imagine how lewis felt

then nico explains how isolated it felt, losing the two people he loved more than anything; how he was so focused on winning that he forgot what was important

for once in years, him and lewis were on the same page

after hours of apologies, catching up, and eventually confessions, things were back to how they used to be years ago

skip to the winter break where you felt like you guys no longer had to hide

you were caught by fans at a restaurant, sharing laughs and some kisses before leaving back to the car, huge grins plastered across your faces

these pictures are posted everywhere

no one is surprised though

ferrari had to have some words with you about pr, same with mercedes for lewis and then sky sports for nico

once again, yall didn't care

skip forward again to lewis announcing he is gonna race for ferrari

bro didn't even tell you and nico

he was just like: "oh by the way-"

you were excited

but you made a deal between the three of you that you would retire and lewis would, regardless of the outcome of the season

the season went well, not exactly how you wanted it but still good enough

your retirement set for the end of the season was announced pretty early on

lewis's was very nico core

just dropped the bomb after the last race

where he just so happened to both you and nico in public

even though he had done it tons of times before

it was still surprising though

suck on that fia

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Everything good happens After

pairing: Felix Catton x M!Reader

summary: Felix Catton Pulls you into a nearby bathroom pinning you against the door

a/n: request are open!

wc:500+

warnings: fluff, smut, submissive Felix, praise, swearing, sight public sex

The party was in full swing, thumping music pulsating through the air as bodies moved to the rhythm. You found yourself on the edge of the festivities, observing the chaos unfold. Blaring laughter and vibrant chatter surrounded you until a familiar figure caught your eye.

Felix Catton, slightly tipsy but still undeniably charismatic, made his way toward you. He grinned, his mischievous energy infectious. "Hey, you!" he called out, his voice slightly slurred.

Before you could respond, he grabbed your hand, leading you through the crowd. The atmosphere was electric, but you could sense an underlying tension as he pulled you toward the bathroom, the thumping bass of the music fading into the background.

Once inside, Felix quickly shut the door behind you locking it. The small space felt almost intimate, and you could smell the faint hint of alcohol on him as he leaned against you, pressing you against the door. 

"Why’d you bring me in here?" you asked, your heart racing slightly as his breath danced close to your face.

He smirked, but there was an almost vulnerable glimmer in his eyes. "Because I want you," he confessed, his words slightly jumbled but filled with sincerity. He raised a bottle he had been holding, the contents sloshing about as he waved it slightly. 

The excitement mixed with intoxication made the air thick, and you both moved closer, intensity charging the moment. Felix’s finger pointed playfully to your chest, emphasizing each word. "You’re... you’re the only one I think about."

The confession sent a thrill through you, and as Felix shifted, his hand found its way to your stomach, fingers pressing against your skin, igniting a warmth beginning to coil in your gut. 

“I—” you started, but he closed the space between you two, kisses colliding as he pressed against you harder, mouth exploring yours with urgency. 

Caught off guard but intoxicated by the moment, you pushed him back, playfully wrapping your fingers around his neck. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” What about your girlfriend?” you asked, squeezing slightly.

Felix’s smile only widened, the glint in his eyes shining bright. “I’m all yours,” he breathed out, leaning back into the door in submission, his confidence simmering under the surface as he let you take control.

You leaned in, capturing his lips again, deeper this time. Felix’s hands found your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened; the world outside faded into an echo.

Moments turned into seconds as Felix pulled you tightly against him, the chemistry between you igniting flames. The thrill of the moment propelled him to take action as he began moving against you, the door rattling against your back as he pressed into you, filling the small bathroom with both laughter and fervor.

The music pulsed outside, Felix’s movements became more urgent, his need for you palpable. He pinned you against the door, his weight holding you in place as he began to undo his pants. The sound of the zipper coming down was like a spark to gasoline, igniting a fire that had been simmering just beneath the surface.

With a swift motion, Felix freed himself, his erection springing out as he grasped your hips, pulling you closer. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the anticipation building as he positioned himself.

"Tell me you want this," Felix whispered, his voice husky with desire, his eyes locked on yours as if searching for any sign of hesitation.

You didn't hesitate. You wanted this just as much as he did. "I want it," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, but enough to spur Felix into action.

With a gentle push, Felix entered you, his length filling you completely as he pressed you against the door. The initial stretch was brief, replaced by a wave of pleasure as he began to move. Each thrust was like a spark, igniting sensations that traveled through your body, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

Felix’s face was buried in your neck, his lips tracing kisses along your skin as he whispered sweet nothings, each word fueling the fire between you. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice vibrating against your skin. "Like you were made for me."

The door creaked softly with each thrust, a reminder of the precariousness of your situation, but neither of you cared. The world outside melted away, leaving only the two of you, lost in this moment of pure, unadulterated connection.

As Felix’s pace quickened, his breaths came in short gasps, his body tensing with each thrust. You could feel him building towards a climax, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate.

"Come on," you urged, your hands digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer as if you could somehow merge your bodies into one.

And then, in a moment that seemed to stretch on forever, Felix came, his body shuddering against yours as he released a deep, guttural groan. The sound was primal, satisfying, and it pushed you over the edge, sending you tumbling into your own climax.

For a moment, you just hung there, pinned against the door, Felix’s weight bearing down on you as you both caught your breath. The only sound was the pounding of your hearts and the distant music, a reminder that there was a world outside these four walls, waiting to be faced.

But for now, in this instant, nothing else mattered. Only the two of you, wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the glow of a passion so strong, it had consumed you both.

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I’m a bit late, but if you’re still taking prompts, how about #11 hypnosis/mind control for carcar? Thanks!

“You are getting very sleepy,” Carlos intones. 

Oscar snorts. “The only thing I’m getting is a headache,” he says, but his eyes dutifully track the silver sway of the necklace dangling from Carlos’s fingers, back and forth, back and forth. “Where did you even come up with this?”

“It’s never gonna work if you keep talking,” Lando says from his sprawl on the sofa.

It had been Lando’s idea, a joke that Carlos had gone along with. He’d never been able to resist egging Lando on, both of them always pushing each other to take the joke as far as they could. Oscar had rolled his eyes and agreed to be their test subject, confident neither of them could pull it off. Truth be told, Carlos isn’t particularly confident of his hypnosis skills, either, but it’s something to do that isn’t scrolling on his phone or watching a movie he doesn’t care about. Plus, it gets him Oscar seated across from him, the wildest strands of his hair very nearly touching Carlos’s outstretched arm.

Carlos lowers the necklace, keeps his hands to himself. “Oscar,” he says. “Close your eyes and listen to my voice.”

“Thought I was meant to be watching the necklace,” Oscar says. The corner of his mouth lifts in a smug little smirk, though he does close his eyes after a moment. His eyelashes are the same warm brown as his hair. Carlos wants to close his eyes himself, but he has a point to prove. Or a joke to make. Or something. 

“Listen to my voice,” Carlos says again, slow and melodic.

From across the room, Lando poorly muffles a laugh. Easy for him to judge, when all he’s done to attempt to hypnotize Oscar was look up a handful of videos and play the first few seconds of each.

Carlos ignores Lando, setting his hands on Oscar’s shoulders. “Listen to my voice,” he says for a third time, “and when you open your eyes, you will do everything I say.”

“I will do everything you say,” Oscar says in a low voice.

“Very funny, Osc,” Lando drawls. 

Beneath Carlos’s hands, Oscar is entirely still. His body is relaxed, pliant. Like Carlos could push him any which way, and Oscar would go. “Open your eyes,” Carlos says quietly.

Oscar does. His eyes are heavy-lidded, not quite focused. When Carlos passes a hand in front of Oscar’s eyes, he does not blink.

“Quit playing around, mate,” Lando says, dragging himself off the sofa to come over and take a better look at Oscar. “You’ve gotta hypnotize him to actually do something.” He leans over Carlos’s shoulder, right in Oscar’s face, and says in an obnoxiously deep voice, “You will sign up for golf lessons.”

Oscar doesn’t react at all. His face is completely blank, in a way that makes Carlos realize how expressive Oscar normally is. For all his claims of being calm and unbothered by the world, Oscar is always rolling his eyes or raising his eyebrows. To see his face suddenly absent of any quirks is strange and unsettling.

“I think –” Carlos’s breath does not feel quite right in his lungs. “I think it is only me.”

Lando turns from Oscar to Carlos, frowning. “Yeah right,” he says. “Tell him to do something, then.”

Carlos says the first thing that comes to mind. “Bark like a dog.”

Oscar barks. 

“No fucking way,” Lando says.

Carlos never thought it would work, not really. He can’t quite tell if Oscar is playing a joke on them now, if at any moment he’ll blink the vacant look from his eyes as that satisfied smirk returns to his face. 

“Raise your hand,” Carlos says.

Oscar raises his hand. When Carlos tells him to stand up and spin in a circle, he does that too, then stands with his arms at his sides waiting for Carlos’s next command. If Oscar is only humoring him, Carlos has no idea how far he can push. “Say something.”

“Something,” Oscar mumbles. 

“Say ‘Carlos Sainz is the best driver on the grid’.”

“Carlos Sainz is the best driver on the grid,” Oscar repeats. 

All at once Carlos decides he has no interest in finding Oscar’s limits. He can practically feel it, Oscar’s immediate, mindless obedience an unbearable weight in his hands. Carlos stands and seizes Oscar by the shoulders, shaking him. Oscar’s head lolls like a ragdoll. “Wake up, Oscar,” he says.

Oscar blinks. “Quit it,” he mutters, knocking Carlos’s hand from his shoulder. He stares at Carlos for a long moment, his brow furrowed. “Oh fuck me,” he says. “Don’t tell me it actually worked.”

“Of course it didn’t work,” Lando says. “It was all just a joke. Right?”

Oscar takes a step back, still looking curiously at Carlos. “Right,” Oscar says, after a few too many moments have passed.

Lando leaves not long after, typing rapidly on his phone. “You coming?” he asks Oscar.

“In a minute,” Oscar says. Carlos has felt him looking, ever since Carlos had shaken him out of his trance. Lando shrugs and turns for the door, leaving Carlos alone with Oscar in his hotel room. Oscar glances at the door to be sure Lando’s gone, then turns back to Carlos. “How the fuck did you do that?”

“I don’t know,” Carlos says honestly. 

Oscar says the last thing Carlos would ever expect: “Do it again.”

“What?” Carlos asks, as Oscar comes to stand right in front of him.

“Do it again,” Oscar says, his voice quiet but unwavering. He licks his lips, followed by a flash of teeth as he bites his lip. Carlos drags his eyes up, away from Oscar’s mouth. When he meets his eyes, his gaze is determined. “You can have me do anything you want,” he says.

Something hot unspools in Carlos’s belly, sickening and tempting. Surely Oscar doesn’t mean it like that, like he wants Carlos to –

Oscar takes Carlos by the wrist, bringing his hands up to Oscar’s shoulders. “Whatever you want,” he says, letting his fingers drag down Carlos’s arms as he lowers his hands. 

Oscar like putty in his hands, soft and agreeable. Whatever he wants. Carlos’s heart pounds. 

He tightens his grip on Oscar’s shoulders and draws a deep breath. “Oscar,” he says. “Listen to my voice.”

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Pink Pony Club

pairing: Edmundo Diaz x M!Reader

summary: Edmundo Diaz turned his living room into a dance floor, swaying to upbeat music while dressed only in a slightly unbuttoned pink shirt and white underwear. Lost in the moment, he was abruptly brought back to reality when the doorbell rang, reminding him of a pizza delivery.

a/n: request are open!

wc: 1k+

warnings: fluff, smut, submissive Eddie , spit, dominate reader

The music thumped through the speakers, filling Eddie's living room with a catchy rhythm that made it impossible to resist moving. He twirled and grooved, clad only in a light pink button-up that clung to his lightly sweaty skin and a pair of snug white underwear that left little to the imagination. Eddie was lost in his own world, dancing as if no one was watching, every sway and step fueled by sheer joy.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, cutting through his moment of carefree abandon. He froze for a split second, the reality of his situation coming crashing down. He remembered the pizza he ordered, a quick meal to satisfy his post-dance hunger. With a reluctant sigh, he stopped the music and made his way to the door, still panting slightly from his impromptu dance session.

Opening the door, he was met with an unexpected sight: you stood there, holding the pizza box, eyes widening in disbelief as you took in Eddie's appearance. The pink button-up was slightly unbuttoned, revealing hints of his toned chest, while his thighs looked strong and inviting in those white briefs. 

"Uh… I—" was all you managed to say, your gaze wandering from his face down his body as you tried to process the sight before you. Eddie, still slightly out of breath, chuckled.

“Pizza!” Eddie exclaimed, as if it could mask the ridiculousness of the situation. He reached out, taking the pizza from your hands, the warmth of the box contrasting against his cool skin. 

He opened the door, breathless and slightly flushed, revealing you standing there with a pizza box held tightly in your hands. you stood there, holding the pizza box, eyes widening in disbelief as you took in Eddie's appearance. The pink button-up was slightly unbuttoned, revealing hints of his toned chest, while his thighs looked strong and inviting in those white briefs. 

"Uh… I—" was all you managed to say, your gaze wandering from his face down his body as you tried to process the sight before you. Eddie, still slightly out of breath, chuckled.

“Uh, hey!” Eddie said, a hint of sheepishness creeping into his voice. He took the pizza from your hands, his fingers brushing against yours, sending a spark of electricity through you. “Thanks! I totally forgot... I was just—uh, busy.”

Your gaze still lingered on him a moment too long. “Yeah, I can see that,” you replied, struggling to maintain your composure. The sight of him was both shocking and undeniably captivating.

“Enjoying the view?” Eddie teased, an amused grin breaking through his earlier embarrassment. He leaned against the doorframe, taking a moment to catch his breath, enjoying how flustered you looked.

“More than I should be,” you admitted, forcing a laugh as you glanced away, but when you looked back, he was still staring at you, a smirk on his lips.

he laughed casually, his cheeks turning bashful as he shut the door behind him. You stood still for a moment, collecting your thoughts, still shocked by the sight.

“Well, that was something.” you stammered, still standing in awe.

But suddenly, the door swung back open. Eddie grabbed the front of your shirt, pulling you inside with surprising strength. You barely had time to react; in one swift motion, he pushed you onto the couch, his expression a mix of playful seriousness and undeniable charm.

The music pulsed through the speakers, creating an electric atmosphere in the room. As Eddie straddled your lap, the heat emanating from him mingled with the excitement of the moment. Your hands rested on his thighs, feeling the muscles ripple beneath his skin. With a mischievous grin, you began to unbutton the pink shirt, running your fingers over the soft fabric, the delicate buttons yielding to your gentle touch. Eddie's chest, smooth and hairless, was now exposed, inviting you to explore its contours.

"Wow, look at you," you whispered, your voice husky with desire, "you're a sight."

Eddie's eyes locked onto yours, sparkling with amusement. "Shut up and fuck me," he whispered back, his voice husky with anticipation.

Your hands continued to explore his body, caressing the ridges of his abdomen, tracing the delicate curve of his hips. Eddie's skin was warm, smooth, inviting you to linger. His eyes never left yours, a challenge dancing in their depths.

As the music swelled, Eddie stood up, his underwear slipping down his hips, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. Your hands, now freed, dropped to your own pants, unbuckling the buckle, the zipper releasing with a soft hiss. His eyes never left your hands, watching with anticipation.

"You want this," you whispered, as you finally freed yourself from the confines of your pants.

Eddie grinned, a sly smile creasing his face. "Guilty as charged," he replied, his voice dripping with amusement.

The music seemed to get louder as Eddie straddled your lap once more, his eyes locking onto yours. His movements were fluid, smooth, and calculated, his hips matching the beat of the music. You wrapped your arms around his waist, holding him close, feeling his warmth, his energy.

"I'm gonna take it slow," you whispered, your voice husky with desire.

Eddie's response was to lean in, his lips brushing against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Nice and slow," he whispered, his voice husky with anticipation.

With a gentle smile, you reached down, guiding your cock to his entrance, lubricating him with a mixture of his own saliva. Eddie's body tensed for a moment, anticipating the intrusion, as your cock pressed deeper, his eyes lit up with pleasure.

The music was now a distant hum, a background score to the symphony of pleasure unfolding between you. Eddie's body was a conduit for the music, his movements matching the rhythm, creating a sensual harmony that left you gasping for air.

"Mmm... you're so hot," you whispered, your voice muffled by Eddie's chest.

Eddie's response was to grind deeper, the friction sending him soaring into a world of pure pleasure. You wrapped your arms around his waist, holding him close as he rode you, his body a fluid extension of the music.

"Harder," he whispered, his voice husky with desire, "make me feel it."

Your response was to drive deeper, the thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of you. The music swelled, a crescendo of desire and passion, as you two moved in perfect sync, the music, the beat, and the rhythm of your bodies blending into an unforgettable symphony of passion and love.

"I'm going to cum," you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Eddie's response was to lean in, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice husky with desire. "Me too," he whispered, his body tensing for the final push.

Eddie slid off your lap, a satisfied smile danced across his lips. He settled beside you on the couch, his leg draped comfortably over yours, the warmth of his skin seeping into you. The room was still charged with the remnants of the music, creating an intimate atmosphere that enveloped you both.

Eddie leaned back, propping himself up on one arm as he reached over to grab his wallet from the coffee table. With a playful grin, he pulled out a crisp twenty-dollar bill, glancing at you with a spark of mischief in his eyes.

Eddie turned to you, lips turning to a smirk “You know,” he said, his voice light and teasing, “I think I owe you a little something for the, uh, excellent service you’ve provided today.” 

With a flourish, he pulled a crumpled twenty-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to you. “Here’s your tip,” he declared playfully, his grin widening as he watched your reaction.

You took the bill in your fingers, feeling the crisp paper between you. “Shit, I must’ve left an impression,” you teased, looking into his eyes, feeling a mix of warmth and playfulness.

Eddie shrugged, leaning in closer, the scent of him—warm skin mixed with a faint trace of cologne—filling your senses. “I’ll be sure to order pizza again so you’ll come see me again,” he challenged, a mock-seriousness in his tone, though the laughter danced in his eyes.

“I think I can manage that,” you replied, letting the banter flow easily between you, the chemistry palpable as you locked gazes.

“Good, because I don’t want anyone else delivering my pizza,” Eddie said, winking as he leaned back, making himself comfortable against your side, his leg still draped over yours, the warmth of the moment wrapping around you both like a cozy blanket.

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