#Take your hand away from that snatch. 😜

[starryskyzx]

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬 𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 * ੈ✩‧₊˚

✦ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘀𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝘅 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗴𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗿!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝘁𝗼𝗷𝗶

✦ 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘀𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝗷𝗶 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝗳. 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘆𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗺 😜.

✦ 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝟯𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲, 𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗹, 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲, 𝗲𝘁𝗰 (𝗹𝗺𝗸 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴)

✦ 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 𝟮.𝟮𝗸

✦ 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝗶𝗸 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗹 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝘆𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗯 😭. 𝗮 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗳𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗼 𝘀𝗼 𝘄𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 🙄.

You knocked on the door of your finest customer, tote bag full of drugs hanging on your shoulder. Scrolling on your phone nonchalantly, you waited for him to come to the door, somewhat upset about how he’d made you drive all the way out there that late.

Eventually, Sukuna opened the door leaning his arm against the doorway as he looked you up and down. “Hey, beautiful~”

“Don’t play wimmie,” you said immediately shutting his antics down as you were cold and tired of standing out in the dark. “Where’s my money at?”

He let out a chuckle, before replying “And where’s my shit at?”, shoving his hand in his pocket and pulling out a lighter. You rolled yours eyes and grabbed a small bag full of weed from your tote. “This what you lookin’ for?”

“I knew I could count on you-“ he said teasingly, snatching the bag out your hand before turning around to the inside of his apartment and calling out to someone inside.

“The hell?” you exclaimed, before another large body entered your field of vison, however, this one had wet looking black hair that subtly fell into his face and a scar on the right side of his mouth.

“Wassup, y/n- I wasn’t expecting you to be coming over” the boy who you recognized as Sukuna’s friend Toji said, trying to be discreet as he swiped the bag from Sukuna’s hand. “I’m hoping you gone have my money” you replied back, lacking the friendly tone that Toji’s statement had.

“Ouuu… about that-“ Toji said with a composed smile on his face, slightly turning his look to Sukuna before throwing his head to the floor, laughing, and walking away.

“I don’t see what’s funny? One of yall gone pay me-“

“Well, it definitely won’t be Toji” Sukuna butted in, smiling as if the two had some inside joke that you weren’t in the mood to hear about.

You let out a breathy sigh, attempting to keep your composure as the two guys standing in front you obviously didn’t take you serious and were making a joke out of you. “Sukuna, don’t act like I won’t fuck you up” you said, vocalizing your frustration.

He pushed the door open, inviting you in before replying a taunting “Could’ve just left it at ‘act like I wont fuck you’” and walking away into his place.

You hesitantly followed him inside, assuming he disappeared into his room to go salvage enough to pay you. Toji sat on the couch, joint in hand and rolling papers on the table. “I know that’s not my shit you smokin” you said, crossing your arms and walking over to him.

“Yours?” Toji asked, inhaling the yellow-tinited smoke between his lips before noticing your antagonized look and continuing on. “Promise we’ll find a way to pay for it- What kinda payments you take?”

“Cash, usually”

He clasped the joint in his mouth using his lips and looked up at the ceiling as if he were contemplating something. “Hmm…” you heard him mumble from across the room.

“EBT or some dick. That’s all I got to offer you.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the remark, and replied with an unserious “Your broke ass needa go buy some groceries instead of tryna get high n shit”, before walking over to him and snatching the joint from him, popping it into your mouth.

A cloud of smoke came from your lips, as Toji turned his body to look you. “Tch, and what about the other option?” he said, grin appearing onto his face.

You smiled a bit, considering the deal before extending your hand and passing the joint back off once again. “Maybe… but you’re not really the one who owes me money”

Just then, Sukuna walked back in empty handed despite having been in his room for a couple of minutes.

“Oh, so we’re smokin without me now?”

“Why the fuck were you in there so long if you knew you ain’t have shit to give me-“

“Who said I had shit to give you in the first place?” he laughed, cutting you off and walking over next to you. You rolled your eyes playfully before letting your hands linger off into Toji hair, twirling it between your fingers.

“I think y/n had an idea on how you can pay her back… unless you wanna be in debt”

You turned slightly to the side to look at Sukuna’s face, only to notice him already smiling at you. “What?” you muttered, lips curling upward nervously as he towered over you with his sultry smirk.

“Don’t be holdin’ out on me. Come on, tell me.” he said, casually taking the almost burnt out joint from Toji and taking a hit. “Well I didn’t say it’d clear your debt completely, but… it’d definitely cut the price down like 50% if you do it”

“Do what?”

You removed your hand from Toji’s head and redirected your all of your attention onto Sukuna. Sliding the tote bag off your shoulder and tossing on the couch beside you, you mumbled nothing but a short and simple

“Me”.

He stepped closer to you and looked you up and down as his hands found their way to your ass. “Oh, so if I fuck you good, I can get a little discount? N what if I throw Toji in there? Is that gonna sweeten the deal?”

Toji, still sitting on the couch, turned his body to look at you two and partake in the current conversation. “Even if it doesn’t, I wouldn’t mind stepping in” he added on, flicking the roach onto the rolling tray in front of him.

Before you could even reply, Sukuna lifted you up by your two legs and began to passionately make out with you, smiling into the kiss, prying open your lips with his tongue. As he carried you to the front of the couch, he set you down on Toji’s lap and broke the kiss.

You watched as Sukuna began unzipping his pants, as Toji gripped the bottom of your top in order to help you remove it. You lifted your arms and had your shirt covering your face briefly before being able to see again.

Your shirt was tossed onto the floor, shortly followed with whatever bottoms you had been wearing as well. You admired your view of Sukuna as he gripped your chin and stood in front of you with his dick out near your face.

“Open up, baby”

His thumb slipped into your mouth as he pulled down your jaw creating the perfect entrance for his now throbbing cock.

Giving him a doe eyed look as you peered up at him, he slowly inched his dick into your mouth before grabbing the back of your head and shoving your face deeper onto his cock.

Gagging at the way his tip grazed the roof of your mouth and pounded against the back of your throat, your eyes slightly filled up with tears. Toji squirmed under your body, eventually managing to pull his dick out as well.

As you were distracted by Sukuna using your face to pleasure himself, spit coating every inch of his cock, Toji wiggled his finger into your panties, pulling them to side and slowly sliding his length inside you.

Wincing in pain from the unsurprising girth, you placed your hands on Sukuna’s leg in order to steady yourself. As much as you wanted to moan and express your eagerness for Toji, Sukuna fucking your face was preventing you from making any noise aside from the sloppy sounds of his precum mixing with your saliva.

Toji’s hands gripped the sides of your hips, directing your movements, slowly pulling you back and forth, and guiding your body to grind against his. Sukuna’s tip beat against the roof of your mouth, girthy cock throbbing inside your mouth as it ejected all of his cum into the back of your throat. Face turning red, you gasped for air as Sukuna pulled back, smacking his messy cock against your face.

As you focused your attention on catching your breath, Toji wrapped his muscles around your legs and pinned them to your chest, hindering your ability to squirm around from the pleasure he was causing you from ramming in and out your body. He repeatedly lifted the lower half of his body up and down, accidentally slipping out of you in the process.

Bracing yourself for him to re-enter your cunt, a loud moan escaped your lips and your body tensed as Toji shoved his hard cock into your slick, coated asshole, stretching you out and causing you to reach your hands to grasp at anything for support. “I can’t- Ugh, Fuck~”

Despite you not being used to this, it was like your skin melted against Toji’s body heat. It hurt so good, you couldn’t focus on what was actually happening, just the lust that was building inside your body. You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t open your eyes. All you could do was become a mindless, whimpering, mess for Toji to use.

As you babbled to yourself, you felt Sukuna’s essence and your saliva dripping down your face. It was then you remembered Sukuna was also there, but as if he had too become aware that you needed a reminder of his presence, he slid his cock deep into your cunt, causing it to contract and readjust from Toji’s shape to his.

“Can’t- Can’t take-“

“What’d you say? Can’t hear you princess~”

His strokes started slow and graceful, contrasting Tojis hard thrusts. He’d grab the base of his cock and pull out of you just to slap it against your swollen cunt and tease you. “Say it baby,” he instructed. “Say what you wanna say.”

It felt like you were holding your breath, head woozy and vision blurry from the immense, unmanageable feeling of all your holes being pried open by not one but two cocks. Swallowing your spit, you managed to mutter a few understandable words.

“Can’t take it~” you cried out, tears from overstimulation and joy dribbling down your face. Toji eased his way out of you, still palming his cock in his hand, but for a moment the room went quiet. Sukuna placed his palm against your cheek, allowing you to lean into his hand and stare up at him. In his eyes, you searched for the slightest amount of pity. You hoped that he’d take things easy on you considering the circumstances.

“You can handle it, y/n. We did have a deal right?”

His thumb caressed your cheek, wiping away your tears as you nodded in defeat. You closed your eyes and accepted the fact that not only were you just a fuck doll for these two, but also the fact that you were enjoying it. Your precious moans weren’t helping you hide it and neither was you sleek covered cunt dripping with arousal.

Toji opened your legs, allowing a better angle for him to enter you. He inserted his cock back into your pussy, mumbling something under his breath about how it was his turn and Sukuna had to wait. “I barely got to fuck her” Sukuna grunted back, grabbing both of your ankles and staring down Toji.

Now it felt as if the two were fighting over you with the irritated stares being exchanged between the both of them. Toji ignored Sukuna’s response and simply kept bucking his hips and letting all of his length slide in and out your body. “Tch, Fuck it.”

You reached your hand out in attempts to stop Sukuna, but he swatted your hand away and forced his cock into your pussy, sliding his girth directly against Toji’s.

Your moans were practically screams at this point, as they filled the entire room and carried an essence of urgency within them. You cried out both of their names in pleasure, completely disregarding the neighboring apartments that surrounded you. Every time one cock pulled out, the other would push in, making it near impossible for you to catch a break. Before you knew it, your cunt couldn’t handle the pressure anymore and your essence made puddles covering you, the couch, Toji, and Sukuna.

“Cumming without us?” Toji chuckled, his dick twitching inside you indicating he was close. Sukuna’s palm collided with your ass as his pace quickened, his cock too jerking inside your distended cunt. You felt little droplets drip onto your chest, from what you could only assume was tears and drool. Your makeup was a mess, but at this point Sukuna and Toji had made a bigger mess for you to handle.

You felt the movement stop, and eventually gained enough willpower to lift your head and open your eyes. Sukuna stood there panting, bullets of sweat falling from his face as he smirked at the sight of your pussy.

A warm sensation drizzled down your cunt, slowly easing its way down your leg. “Fuck,” you mumbled breathlessly. “Sorry” you continued, unsure of what to even say after believing that you had cum without them. Both of them chuckled at your words, yet their laughs held a bit of nervousness within them.

“Think we’re the ones that should be sorry, princess”

Assuming that Sukuna was referring to the way him and his friend had just manhandled you, you let out an awkward giggle in attempt to laugh it off, but as your head panned down, there you saw both cocks still inside you, overflowing your pussy as they pumped you full of their cum.

[strniohoeee]

chris and reader play truth or dare and it gets dirtyyyyy. dom chris pls!! super smutty and degrading 😜

Checkmate

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N tends to leave Chris without many words, but not when they share intimate moments….what happens when a game of truth or dare takes a turn??

Warning⚠️: SMUTTTTT, it’s just some smutty juicy ness since I’ve been gone for a while! Dom Chris🤭. Also I combined it with this request “I’m not sure about plot but Chris with a girlfriend who acts dom but in reality, in bed she’s submissive as hell 🤪. Also love your stories you’re an amazing writer 🫶🏻😘”

Literally love you so much 🥹🖤

Song for the imagine: Rolling Stone- The Weeknd

⚠️This is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Checkmate

Noun

A check from which a king cannot escape.

“Chris get off of me” I groaned pushing Chris body off of me

“No you’re keeping me warm” he said, his voice muffled by his face in the pillow

“Stop being all lovey dovey and cute” I said pushing his hand away and standing up

“But you’re my girlfriend now… I can be” he said rolling over

“I suppose that’s true” I said looking around for my shorts

“Leaving me so soon?” He said sitting up and stretching

“Yes Chris I can’t sit and play mommy all day I have things to do” I said looking at him

“So feisty in the morning” he said shaking his head

“Mmm what can I say” I said still looking

“I suppose you’re looking for these” he said cockily

My head shot up and to my suspense Chris had my shorts in his hand.

“You perv” I said snatching the shorts from his hand

“Am not” he said scooting to the end of the bed

“If you wanted a pair of my pants for safe keeping you could’ve asked you weirdo” I said sliding my shorts on

“Would you give them to me?” He asked cocking a brow at me

“I would’ve made you beg for it” I said smirking at him

“Mmm right” he said rolling his eyes

He pulled me in and hugged me

“Chris I have to go im late to a meeting” I said trying to pull away

“Nooo don’t go” he said pulling me in tighter

“You’re begging for it” I said running my hands through his hair and tugging at the roots

“Mmm” he groaned as he leaned his head back

“Such a little bitch” I said tapping his cheek lightly with my palm

“Yeah you wish” he said

I rolled my eyes and planted a kiss on his lips, slowly biting his bottom lip as I pulled away. Earning a moan from Chris

“Checkmate” I replied laughing

“What? How” he said groaning

“You can’t keep it together with a slight kiss” I said fake pouting

“Yeah whatever” he said standing up

“I have to go, I’ll see you tonight at the party” I said grabbing the rest of my stuff and heading out

I went about my day. I had a meeting and then I filmed for TikTok and my YouTube. I cleaned my house and made some early dinner for myself.

I was invited to a small house party by some friends and decided to get ready. Keeping my hair, makeup and outfit pretty casual.

They said it was just a hangout with some drinks and games and nothing crazy. I hadn’t hung out with some of them in a while, so I was pretty excited to get out of the house.

I arrived at their house at about 10, and everyone was there. I made my rounds saying hi and grabbing a drink when I spotted Chris.

“Hey baby” I said walking up to him

“Hi” he said a bit coldly which made my brows furrow

“What’s the attitude about?” I said laughing a bit

“There’s no attitude” he said giving me a tight lip smile

“Yeah there is” I said rolling my eyes

“Mm well maybe this little bitch doesn’t want to be bothered” he said taking a sip of his soda

“Is this what it’s about? I was clearly joking” I said getting upset

“Okay” he said bluntly

“Whatever….” I said scoffing and walking away

I made my rounds to Matt and Nick and stood with them for a good portion of the night.

“Okayyy Truth or Dare guys” our friend yelled

We all groaned but reluctantly agreed. We headed to the living room and sat around the coffee table as we chatted.

“Alright well spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on will be asked truth or dare” my friend said

She spun the bottle and it landed on one of our other friends.

“Truth or dare” she asked him

“Uhh truth” he said taking a sip of his drink

“Is it true that your ex was a stalker?” She asked him laughing

“Right hand on the Bible it was true! She knew everything about me prior to meeting me” he said laughing

“What a psycho” I said laughing

“Oh very” he said nodding his head

We had played a few more rounds and the bottle landed on Matt

“Okay Matt truth or dare?” Our friend asked

“Uhh dare” he said shrugging his shoulders

“I dare you to kiss Y/N” he said

“Nah man that’s Chris’ girl” he said shaking his head

“Oh shit? Wait yall are together?” He asked Chris who was sitting across from me

“Yeah something like that” he said clenching his jaw at me

“Yeah….something along those lines” I said gritting my teeth together

A few more rounds and we were all getting bored. Looking at the bottom of our empty cups and yawning. Answering bluntly to truths and not caring about the dares.

“I say we spice it up” Nick said spinning the bottle

And to my surprise it landed on me

“Fuck” I said rolling my eyes

“Alright Y/N pick your poison” he said laughing

“Uhhh dare” I said cracking my back

“Mmm I dare you to have a nice little 7 minutes in heaven with Chris” he said laughing

“Nick? Are we 12” I said rolling my eyes

“But a dares a dare” he said shrugging his shoulders

“Ughh fine” I said standing up and waving Chris to follow me

Chris and I had gone upstairs to a random bedroom and shut the door.

“Chris I’m not doing anything with you” I said rolling my eyes

“Mmm I beg to differ” he said turning around after locking the door

“No” I said with my arms crossed

“Well how about this, I make you scream and beg and you take back that little bitch title you gave me” he said smiling at me

“Chris it was a joke” I said huffing

“Are you scared that you might lose this bet?” He said tilting his head to the side

“What? No” I said getting annoyed

“Well then the clocks ticking” he said smirking at me

“Bring it on then” I said

Chris stomped over to me and crashed out lips together making me lose my balance. I fell back on the bed and Chris came down on top of me.

“Unlike you I can handle a kiss” I said as he moved down to leave kisses along my neck

“Shut up” he said roughly pushing my head to the side

“Make me” I said

“I plan on it” he said through gritted teeth

“Less kissing and more action then” I said shoving him

“You’re such an annoying bitch” he said laughing darkly at me

“So I’ve been told” I replied

Chris pulled away and removed his shirt and then came over and removed my shirt.

He began to kiss from my neck to the top of my breast, spilling out of my bra.

“Such perfect tits I could just fuck them” he said biting his bottom lip

“Why don’t you” I said letting out a small moan

“Well then I won’t be able to fuck your mouth, and how else am I supposed to keep you silent?” He asked in a taunting way

I tried to push him off, but he sat down on me, keeping me down.

“Stop fighting you dumb whore” he said in my ear causing my hair to rise and an ache to grow between my thighs

“You see I was going to let you suck me off, but you’re being rude….I think it’s best I fuck it out of you” he said rubbing his fingers along my face

“Stop talking and do it” I said breathing heavily

“Maybe I should make you wait……make you beg and then see who the real little bitch is” he said as his eyes lit up with excitement

“Chris this is not fair” I said pushing against him

“Shut up I’m warning you” he said lightly slapping my face causing my mouth to drop

His hands came down to my breast again slowly massaging them, and then slid down my body. Caressing my waist and then gliding his hand back up the valley of my breast.

His right hand laying gently over my neck

“Mmm does the pretty baby like to be choked?” He asked licking his lips

I ignored him and shot daggers through my eyes at him. And to this he didn’t like. He grabbed my throat harder

“I said, does the pretty girl like to be choked?” He asked again

“Yes yes I do” I moaned out licking my now dry lips

“Of course you do….you're a slut” he said, his words ghosting over my lips

He went back to massaging my breast through my shirt, causing my thighs to rub together.

“Please Chris I need more” I moaned out

“Ohh she’s begging now” he said with a smirk

“Don’t be a dick” I said breathing heavily

“Lets give the pretty girl what she wants” he said

He gripped my breasts again and then ripped the fabric of my bra. Splitting the bra in half

“CHRIS NO” I yelled out

“Oh my bad” he said with a sly smile

He finished ripping the bra off of me and threw it to the side. Bringing his mouth down to my right nipple. Swirling the tongue around it and groaning against my skin.

“Chrisss” I moaned out my back arching

“You called?” He said with a shit eating grin

“Stop being an asshole” I said rolling my eyes

“I could leave if you’d like” he said backing up

“No” I said pulling him back down

“That’s what I thought” he said in a whisper

He attached his lips to my left nipple and began swirling his tongue around. Causing all the air to leave my body as I shuddered against him

“I could sit and tease you all day but I’m ready to fuck you” he said pulling away

Chris helped me out of my pants before removing his own. An act I was all too familiar with, but found myself getting nervous.

“Edge of the bed now” Chris demanded as he walked over to the edge of the bed

I crawled to the edge and looked up at him waiting for further instructions.

“I’m fucking you from the back today so turn over” he said his eyes lighting up

I reluctantly turned over as I arched my back waiting for his next move

“Such an obedient slut….I like it” he said smacking my ass

“Ow” I yelled out

Chris removed his boxers and stood behind me rubbing my ass as he stood silent

“Such a naughty naughty girl….willing to bend over in a heartbeat for me” he said caressing me

“Chris please” I said in a shaky tone

“So wet for me already” he said as he slid his thumb over my clothed slit

“Fuck” I said as I twitched

“So sensitive” he said as he pulled my underwear and let it snap back against my cunt

“CHRIS” I yelled out as my back arched even more

“I can take my time I already texted Matt that we wouldn’t be coming down for a while” he said as he rubbed up my thighs

“If you want me to beg then I will….this is me begging for you to just fuck me already” I said in a whisper

“Oh I am” he said smacking my ass again

He slowly slid my underwear down letting the cool air hit my pussy sending shock waves through my body and a shaky whimper to leave my mouth

Chris bent down a bit and spat on my cunt causing me to moan out gibberish

“Already acting dumb” he said bowling against my pussy

“Chris please baby please” I moaned out as sweat started to appear on my forehead

Without a warning Chris started to slide into me causing me to gasp and my toes to curl

“Taking me so well like a dirty slut” he said running his left hand up my back

Chris soon bottomed out and let out a groan. His hands found their way to my hips as he gripped onto them.

He began to slam into me at a devious pace. His thighs smack into mine. My face rubbing against the sheets….good thing they were navy blue because my mascara was for sure all over them

“Please please” I moaned out as I gripped the sheets

“Aww can’t take it?” He said as his hips snapped into me and his voice became deeper

“Shut up” I moaned out, and this landed a smack to my ass causing me to yell out again

Chris’ left hand grabbed the back of my head and he pulled me towards his chest by my hair

I grabbed his hand with my right hand as I whined out

“Let go of me” he said roughly as he pounded into me

I moaned out as I let my head fall back more still gripping onto his hand

“I said let go” he replied roughly grabbing my hand and throwing it down

“I’m sorry I’m sorry” I panted out

“Mmm taking this cock so well” he said against my neck as his right hand grabbed my right boob

He pounded into me as he played with my breast causing me to clench down on him

“Gonna cum slut?” He asked

“Mhmm” I moaned out as I let my eyes clench shut and my mouth to hang open

He grabbed my jaw roughly and began to make out with me as his hips slammed into me

Our tongues fighting for dominance as our teeth clashed against one another.

He pulled away to focus on him fucking me

My body was growing limp as I was nearing my orgasm.

He brought his right hand down to my clit and began to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves

“CHRISSS” I yelled out as I fell forward a bit

He grabbed me by my hair harder and pulled me back against him

“You stay right here you got it?” He said breathing heavily

“Yes yes” I moaned out as I swallowed thickly

He rubbed my clit faster and I felt my legs begin to shake as my mouth hung open

“I’m gonna cummmmm” I moaned out as I clenched down on him

“Yeah come on give it to me” he said as he thrusted faster and rubbed harder

I felt my lower abdomen quiver and my body begin to shake

“Fuckkk I’m cummingggg” I moaned out

Chris rubbed harder as I came all over his dick. Pants and moans leaving my mouth as he rubbed harder, but I tried to push his hand away because it was becoming too much

“Don’t push my hand DONT” he yelled the last part

My thighs clenched around his hand as my body fell forward and I violently shook around him

Choked sobs leaving my mouth as I came even harder on his cock

“CHRISSSSS” I moaned out

I came down from my high and he let me lean onto the bed, pulling out of me. I fell weakly to the bed as I tried to catch my breath

Chris was stroking his cock with his right hand as he turned me over with his left hand

“Let me cum on your tits” he said breathing through his nose

I turned over fucked out and exhausted as he thrusted into his palm

His mouth fell open as moans spilled from his lips. His thighs shaking as he painted my tits with his cum.

Locking eyes with me as he rode out his high.

Once coming down from his high he wiped me clean and got dressed.

My mind was still blown from the crazy sex I just had. I mean usually I was the dom one, but man Chris really left me speechless….and sore.

We got dressed and I realized I didn’t have a bra…..Chris realized this and came over to me

“I’ll take you home” he said looking at me

“Okay yeah” I said smiling at him

Chris planted a kiss on my lips and pulled away rubbing my cheek with his thumb.

“Checkmate” he said with a smile growing on his lips

“What?” I said furrowing my brows

“Checkmate….I win and you lose” he said backing away from me

“You sneaky fuck” I said laughing

“I’ll see you in the car” he said winking before taking off

What a smart bastard….using my own phrase against me….

That night Chris took me home and we spent the whole night cuddling and having random make out sessions. Ours minds still blown by his actions.

The End

I hope you guys enjoyed this one🤭. I’ve been slacking and I’m sooo sorry, but I will be finishing my requests soon! Love yall dearly 🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

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Jack Harlow x Reader : UP IN THE SKY

A/N : WARNING SMUT 18+ 😜 Huge thank you to the buttercup to my blossom @harlowcomehome for the help.

You were stuck in a private plane with Jack and his team. You were joining him for a bit of media press for his new movie.

The only thing is, He’s been ignoring you all morning, so you thought you’d take actions into your own hands.

The only ones in on the prank you came up with was Neelam and your best friend. Neelam was a bit hesitant at first but she ended up agreeing thinking it can get Jack’s mind to ease a bit. He’s been nervous about the movie premiere, just as he is with every other project he’s about to drop.

“Did you end up calling that guy from the gas station?.” Neelam says loud enough so everyone could hear.

You smile, “Uh noo, but we are texting.” You look down at your phone and reply to a text your best friend had sent you.

“Ohhh? What’s he saying? I can’t believe you’re actually texting him.” Neelam says, winking and going along with the plan.

“What guy?” Jack asks, but you don’t look up to face him, nor do you answer him.

Your phone pings so you grab it and laugh, you show it to Neelam and she laughs as well. “Girl, he’s definitely feeling you. What are you going to say?”

You shrug “He said he’s from LA, so maybe I’ll invite him to the premiere.”

“Who are you texting?” Jack asks again.

You look up and see him with an annoyed look on his face, Urban is staring at you, with a surprised look on him and with his hands on his chest.

“Huh?” You feign confusion.

“Who-“ your phone pings again, and he quickly stares at it.

You look down at it and smile.

Bestie: bitch what are you doing?”

You: He can’t ignore me for long, just continue texting me.

Bestie : He’s gonna be big mad and probably bend you over.

You : Exactly what I want him to do 🥵

You can’t help but laugh.

“Y/N” Jack says a little too loud.

“Y-yeah? What’s up?” You cough out.

“Who the fuck are you texting?”

“First of all.” You glare at him. “Don’t talk to me like that.”

Your phone pings yet again but you don’t look at it right away. Jack though, he stares at it and you can feel the tension coming from him. “Are you going to get that?”

“Hmm, not right now.” You answer him looking out the window and stare at the clouds. “It’s not important.”

Your phone starts to ring now, this was definitely not part of the plan but hey, it got you to get Jack out of his head.

He’s definitely pissed now, but Urban and Copeland try to make conversation with him in hopes he’d calm down and distract him.

The moment Jack went back to his conversation with the boys, you reach for your phone and unlock it.

You show it to Neelam again “Call him back.”

You return your best friend's call, but you get up from your seat and head towards the back of the plane where the private suite area is.

“Bitch, calling me wasn’t in the plan.”

She laughs, “I know, I wanted to stir the pot.”

You’re laughing when Jack enters the room. “What is even going on right now? Are you on the phone with some guy?”

“Uh I have to go, my brother just walked in.”

He glares, “NOT HER FUCKING BROTHER, I’M HER BOYFRIEND” He stomps your way and snatches your phone from your hands “WHO THE HELL-SARA?”

You and Sara laugh. “Hey, get your head out of your ass boy and pay attention to my girl.”

Jack rolls his eyes and throws the phone on the side. “What was that all about? That wasn’t even funny, I thought you were talking to some guy.”

“I know, that’s what I was aiming at.” You smirk.

“What? Why?”

“You haven’t paid attention to me, you woke up and you didn’t even touch me.” You pout.

“Ohh? So you thought getting me jealous was going to help?” He asks you with a raise of his eyebrows.

You smile and shrug “Maybe.”

“Maybe huh?” A deep throaty chuckle came from him.

“You don’t get jealous often.” You walked toward him, making sure the cabin door was shut for your privacy. “But when you do” you whispered against his ear, “I enjoy it.”

His breath was shaky, he was trying his best to keep his composure, he wanted to tease you, draw it out as long as you two could withstand. You knew all his sensitive areas, and he knew yours so it would be challenging but worth it.

You started with his ears, knowing your breath against them sent chills across his body, the noticeable goosebumps on his biceps were a tell.

“Did it work? Was my man jealous?” You whispered against his ear.

He bit his lip lightly, crooking his neck to the side out of habit. He should’ve known better than that. You started to kiss your way down his neck.

“I don’t get jealous.” He fought the thick saliva in his mouth, he was practically salivating at your motions.

“Oh no? I guess Chris didn’t tell you what happened with the flight crew before you and Urban boarded” you said between kisses against his neck.

Jack cleared his throat trying to regain his thoughts. He couldn’t tell if you were trying to make him jealous again or not. “Flight crew?”

“Don’t worry about it baby.” You hummed as you slid your hands under his sweatshirt to take it off, he quickly removed his white tank underneath.

You started to kiss and suck on his collarbone area, a sensitive spot for him. He audibly moaned which made you immediately kiss him, worried someone would hear.

You jumped up, straddling his hips as he walked over to the private suite area.

He laid you down, as he hovered above you. He lifted your shirt up, exposing your hips. He left light kisses at first, teasing you until he inevitably left small bite marks.

“Jack, baby, that’s not fair” you whimpered.

“But my collar bones were?” He hissed. “Tell me more about this flight crew?” He pulled down your (his) sweatpants, taking them off completely and making his way to your sensitive bud.

“Baby before you-” you breathlessly gasped as he crouched underneath you, your legs on his shoulders. You felt him teasingly against you, licking strides ever so slowly.

“Continue” he commanded as he followed his own direction.

“Before you got on, Mike, you know the co-pilot?”

“Mhm”

“He was asking me what I was doing on the flight, and I told him I was here with my man and he told me-.” Then Jack started to move quicker, he was sucking your bud harder now, likely leaving a mark.

“Baby, baby, I’m-“ you breathlessly announced, your legs tightened together and you practically crushed his head underneath you.

He quickly crawled out from under you, smirking as he patted down his extremely damp beard.

“That’s not fair” you pouted.

“What did he say?” You noticed his face was flush, and you had partially forgot that you were making up an entire story to get him to fuck you with jealously in mind.

He quickly took your sweatshirt off and threw it to the side, you weren’t wearing a bra so your boobs bounced freely.

His eyes never left them, aside from your face they were his favorite physical feature.

“What baby?” You played dumb, knowing it would annoy him.

“What did he say to you y/n” he spoke sternly before he got on top of you, his mouth quickly meeting the tip of your nipple.

“He told me I should be with” You whimpered “him instead.”

“What the fuck” his saliva trailed as he pulled away from your breasts.

“And what did you say?” His eyes were full of worry, his face was flush and his nostrils were flaring, his signature telling that he was genuinely angry.

“Nothing baby, I didn’t get a chance” you pouted.

“I’m about to fuck you so good that he hears it over these god damn engines, face down, ass up. Now” he demanded.

You did as you were told, hiding the very obvious grin that was plastered across your face.

Jack lined himself up with you, both hands on your hips as he thrust into you. “This is my pussy” he angrily mumbled to himself, but you heard it and couldn’t help but stifle a giggle.

Luckily Jack was too focused to hear you, he looked down and watched as he slid in and out. His pace was slow at first until he felt you clench against him, quickening his speed indefinitely.

“Holy fuck” was all you could mutter over and over, followed by loud moans that you had no control over.

“Let this entire plane know who this pussy belongs to” he rasped, his curls sweaty against his forehead, you could feel his dick twitch inside you so you knew he was close and so were you.

You moaned his name a few times, loud and audible, and felt him release into you. His slowed pace after he came, hitting your clit perfectly, sending you over the edge too.

When the two of you finally realized what just happened and where, you couldn’t help but giggle. Jack helped you get cleaned up and you both helped dress one another. He refused to put his sweatshirt back on, after all, he was still sweaty.

“C’mere” he mumbled for you to come closer to him and kiss him. “ I’ll take care of Mike.”

“Oh baby, I have a confession” you smiled.

“Hmm?” He looked at you inquisitively.

“That never happened” you giggled, avoiding his eye contact.

“Babe!” He gasped. “You do know this entire plane just heard us orgasm right?”

“Yeah, maybe I was claiming my territory too.” You laughed and he blushed, liking that a little too much.

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Rio taking y/n out on a date night while the kids are at his grandmothers for valentines. And coming home to flowers on the bed & [dream gift]. giving you a night you’ll never forget 💓

Oh, hell yes! I'm going to enjoy this one. My mind is already playing it out😆. Buckle up cause I got quite a bit to say for this one. I know...when don't I have a lot to say? In other words, I apologize in advance for the lengthiness😆. **whispers** This is an HC that morphed into a fic😏.

Anywho, here it goes. Hope y'all enjoy drawn-out sexual tension👀😈. It took everything in me to not make a mood board for this😂.

P.S. I would’ve posted this earlier, but this was a bit too spicy to post on the Lord's Day😆. I'm side-eyeing y'all sneaking in these lowkey headcanon requests. I've been spoiling my sweet lovelies lately😜♥️. Tagging some lovelies at the end💓.

Song Inspo:

Valentine's Day is doubly the celebration for you and your hubby. Rio is all about giving his wifey the world. He wasn’t surprised when you suggested the two of you get married on said day. Now, here the two of you were, eight years (yes, your firstborn was four at the time) and four kids later, celebrating your tenth anniversary on the day of love. Rio always did his best to make sure Valentine’s Day was special.

You had been sleeping peacefully when your eyes fluttered open, and a soft moan slipped from your lips. Not wanting to make any noises to awaken the children, you tucked your bottom lip between clenched teeth. Your digits slipped under the comforter, sliding down your body and landing on Rio’s head.

It’s what my ass gets for always sleeping in the nude. Hubby can just dive in whenever he gets good and ready.

A muffled “Morning baby” sounded below the covers. His tongue slid up your sex, circling the bundle of nerves. Rocking your hips against Rio, he sucked harder. Head tilting back, you could feel the erotic moan about to release. You covered your mouth, trying to remain quiet. Releasing your pearl, Rio inserted two fingers inside you, scissoring. His other hand snaked its way from under the sheets snatching your hand away from your mouth. His fingers sped inside you as he rasped, “Let me hear you, mama. The munchkins are with your momma. Scream for me, baby.”

The speed of his movements increased more as his lips curled around your bud again. Your legs started to tremble as you cried out for him.

“Shit! Rio!”

His head pulled away once more as his digits stilled inside you. You whined at the loss of his lips and his hand.

“Now you know that’s not what I want to hear, mama. What’s my name?”

Three of his fingers swiped back and forth across your ball of nerves rapidly. Eyes rolling backward, your head tilted back as your mouth fell open.

“Damn it, Rio. Daddy!”

His mouth attached to you again as he growled against your sex.

“There you go, mama.”

Rio swirled and dipped his tongue continually. It was only a matter of minutes before he pulled an orgasm from your writhing body. Licking you clean, he trailed kisses inside your thighs and up your torso. His lips found yours, kissing you hungrily. His pelvis ground against you as your thighs spread wider. The fact that he was still wearing underwear made you pout.

“I need you inside me,” you whined.

“Sorry, mama. That’s going to have to wait.”

You kissed your teeth as he chuckled. You grabbed at the waistband of his boxer briefs as his eyebrow quirked, lip tucked between his teeth. Just as your hand slid beneath it, Rio removed it, wrapping his other hand around your throat.

“You know better. Behave, mama.”

“Why can’t I have you now,” you continued to whine.

“Don’t be a brat. You gon’ get all this work, but not until tonight, darlin’.”

“Cocky ass.”

“Get your bratty ass up. I got a surprise for you, wifey.”

“Unless the surprise is: you rearranging my guts, I’m not interested,” you sassed.

“Mama,” Rio warned.

“Fine. I just find it funny you get pussy when you want it, but I have to wait for the dick.”

Rio ran his hand down his face and took a deep breath. His eyes slowly opened, fixing you with that familiar stare. The one that usually kept you in check. Rolling your eyes playfully, you slipped out of bed, wrapping up in a silk robe. He held the bedroom door open for you, slapping your behind as you stepped out into the hallway.

“If you’re not going to fuck me, keep your hands to yourself.”

“Now, had I done that, your ass would've pitched a fit, asking if I didn’t love you anymore? Dramatic ass. Just go to the damn kitchen, mama,” he retorted.

His hands grabbed your waist, leading you to the destination. Rio hugged you from behind as you smiled at the breakfast he had set out for the two of you. Spinning in his arms, you wrapped them around his neck. Standing on your toes, you reached up, pecking his lips.

“Thank you, papa.”

Rio smirked, grabbing a handful of your backside. He kissed you back. Guiding you to the table, he pulled out your chair. The two of you sat in silence, enjoying your food. He could see that you had something on your mind.

“Why the sad face, mama?”

“I didn’t get to tell my babies Happy Valentine’s Day before they left out.”

Chuckling at how dramatic you could be, Rio responded, “They are with your mama now, but they’ll be with my grandma tonight. Mom’s bringing them back to pick up their overnight bags and give you the special present they made for Mommy. She’ll drop them off to my grandmother.”

The smile that stretched across your face put one on Rio’s.

“Dramatic ass. Nana and I decided it would be nice for just the two of us to have breakfast. Do you honestly think the three of us would have you go a day without spoiling our babies? ”

“No,” you answered, smiling shyly.

“Why do you always have to be so damn cute, mama? It’s getting harder for me to keep from bending you over this kitchen table.”

“Do it then-.”

“I’ve planned the day for you, darlin’. Just think of it as foreplay.”

“You did that shit on purpose. We’ll see who’s begging who by the end of the night.”

“Mama, you know you can’t hold out. Now do me a favor. Go shower and get ready for the day. I’m taking my wife shopping. Then lunch, and after that, I’m dropping you off.  I scheduled a hair and nail appointment for you. We have dinner reservations tonight,” he finished, leaning in and rubbing his thumb across your chin.

You sprang from your seat, going over to straddle your husband. His hands rubbed your sides as you kissed his neck.

“You cleared your schedule for today,” you asked excitedly.

“It’s Valentine’s Day and our eighth anniversary. Of course, I did, darlin’. Yeah, I was busy last year, but I still made the night special,” he smiled cockily.

“Yes, it resulted in yet another pregnancy scare.”

“Who was scared? Not me. Missed my shot that time, but I knocked that pussy out the frame the next.”

“Only cause I begged you for a son,” you boasted.

Rio pinched your ass, “Go get ready.”

“Ow! Rio, stop,” you chastised him, hopping off his lap.

Bending down, you kissed his cheek, thanking him for everything he did.

“I can’t believe you scheduled appointments for me, baby. That’s the cutest, sweetest shit ever.”

“Keep that between us, mama. I don’t need any of these weak ass bitches questioning my street cred,” he joked.

“Secrets safe with me, papa.”

“Gimme another fuckin’ kiss,” he demanded, holding your chin.

Rio stole some kisses and released your face, watching your butt jiggle as you walked away. You made your way to the bedroom, hopping in the shower. Not even five minutes after stepping under the steaming water, you felt Rio’s arms wrap around your waist. His lips ghosted your shoulder as his lower appendage pressed against you. He came close to kissing your shoulder as his arm reached around to pluck his body wash from the shelf.

“You don’t mind me joining you? Do you, mama?” whispered in your ear as he started washing himself.

“Not at all. I know what you’re trying to do, Rio. You almost had me, but I’ll ignore that little stunt you tried to pull. You ass,” you grumbled, hiding a smile.

Helping each other wash the hard-to-reach places. You did your best to keep your hands to yourselves. The sexual tension was high as the both of you dried one another. Wanting Rio to suffer just as much, you chose a skin-tight sundress for the day’s activities. This particular dress happened to be Rio’s personal favorite. It clung to every curve of your body and had slender straps. It perfectly accentuated both your breast and butt.

“You trying to put everything on display today, mama?”

“I thought this was your favorite? I just wanted to make you happy, Daddy,” you replied with a faux pout.

“Yeah, that’s why you wore it. Bring your sexy ass on,” Rio teased, pulling your hand into his and dragging you out the door.

The two of you enjoyed a few hours of shopping and lunch. To your surprise, Rio had rented out a private room in the restaurant for the two of you. He spent what time he should’ve been eating, leaving light kisses here and there. The more time you two spent together, the thicker the sexual tension grew for the pair of you.

“Eat your food, babe,” you playfully teased.

“I’d rather eat you,” he smirked as his hand rubbed and squeezed your thigh under the table.

“Rio, stop. I’m not giving in.”

“You want to, though. Don’t you, mama,” he questioned. “It’s a shame this goes down to your ankles. I’d love to get my hand on or inside your panties,” he finished with a nip to your chin.

“Now you’re starting to piss me off.”

“Are you pissed off or horny, darlin’?”

“Both,” you groaned through clenched teeth as you snatched his hand from your thigh.

Rio’s hand circled your throat, “Don’t fight me, mama. It’s only going to make things worse,” he growled, licking and biting your chin once more.

Clearing your throat and inhaling a deep breath, you checked the time. You exhaled, thankful it was time to head to your hair and nail appointment. Both salons were only a few spaces down from one another. Rio pulled up in front of the nail salon. Grasping your chin softly, he pulled you into a slow and demanding kiss. Your eyes fluttered open as he ended it.

“Both bills have already been taken care of. Tip included. I need to handle some things. Mick will be here in about five. He’ll drive you back to the house when you get done. Stay safe. Love you, mama.”

“Love you too, papa. Stay dangerous.”

“Always, my little rider,” he licked his lips.

His eyes raked over your curves as you stood to close the passenger door. Appreciating his penetrating gaze, you leaned into the window. You stretched your neck for one last kiss. Rio groaned his tongue, tracing his bottom lip, grabbing himself outside his jeans.

“Wait until tonight. You’re going to pay for wearing that dress, darlin'. I’m about to go deep sea diving tonight,” Rio teased, eyes darkening. 

You giggled, backing away from the vehicle. Spinning on your heels, you switched your way down the sidewalk. Rio crept beside you, catcalling out the window, “Excuse me, miss? Aye, sundress!”

You turned, walking backward while laughing and rolling your eyes.

“Where’s your husband at, mama? You too fine to be wandering the streets by yourself.”

“Boy, stop. My baby father will spin you.”

“Yeah, alright. You better stop playing out here. I’ll see you back at the house, darlin’.”

You had tried to phone your mother to check in on the kids.  She let you know things were going smoothly and quickly ended the call. While under the dryer, you texted Rio, but he was short and to the point. You felt slightly offended that everyone was rushing off the phone. Girl, get a grip. Everybody is doing their own thing right now. Don’t take it personally. I’m dramatic as hell. Brushing the feeling of neglect away, you enjoyed the rest of the pampering process.

By the time you and Mick had pulled into your driveway, exhaustion had settled in. You didn’t see Rio’s car parked in the driveway. A little bummed, you shook it off. He better not miss the dinner reservation. I could go for a nap anyway. Walking into the house, you placed your keys and handbag on the console table. You pulled out your phone while kicking your sandals off and placing them on the shoe rack. Climbing the stairs, you headed toward your bedroom to take a quick nap. Creeping toward your bedroom door, you started to phone Rio, but you heard little giggles from the master suite. A grin fell over your face as you softly pushed the door open. There were all the faces you wanted to see most. Rio was tickling the baby girl, and the two oldest girls were arguing over who was to make their baby brother’s bottle. They hadn’t noticed you standing at the entrance. Rio was about to break up the argument, but you stepped in. 

“One of you go make the bottle, and the other can feed him. For someone who complained about the many siblings they have, you sure do like taking control of responsibilities for the little one,” you teased your oldest.

They all looked up at you in surprise. Rio’s eyes scanned your body for the millionth time that day.

“Hey, mama.”

“MOMMY!”

All three girls jumped up from the bed, rushing you. Little arms circle your body from different directions. Wiggling your arms free, they continued to hug around your waist as you kissed each of their foreheads.

“I missed my babies! Were you good for Nana?”

“Yes, ma’am,” they answered in unison once more.

“That’s my babies.”

Those lips that always made you tingle brushed your cheek softly. The girls gave their father some space to get to you as he stole a quick kiss, handing the little man over.

“I’ve heard the words, ‘When is mommy coming?’ At least twenty times in that last ten minutes. Mom went home to check on your pops for a little bit. She’ll be back to take them over to their great grandma’s. I get the feeling those two women are up to something,” Rio teased.

“Daddy, can we do it now?”

“Yes, little mama. Follow them, baby.”

Not having time to ask questions, Three pairs of hands tugged you downstairs.

“Girls, slow down a bit. You’re giving the poor baby whiplash.”

Your son paid it no mind, bouncing and giggling in your arms. Rio followed behind, loving how excited your children were. The entire crew shuffled into the living room. Your eyes scanned the many valentines cards, flowers, and gift boxes on the coffee table. With watery eyes, you turned to your family.

“Is all of this for me?”

“Yes, Mommy. You gots lots of stuff.”

“It’s all for you, darlin’.”

“Well, momma. Go ahead and open some of your gifts. Read the cards we picked out for you,” your oldest chimed.

The middle baby reached for her baby brother as Rio held your hand, bringing you to the gifts. Wiping the tears that managed to spill, he chuckled, “ Don’t cry, mama. Come. Open.”

There were two bouquets of red roses and a card from each family member (baby included).

“Daddy helpeded us pick out our cards, Mommy.”

“He’s a sweet daddy, huh?”

“Da sweetest,” she shouted.

“Chill, little mama,” Rio laughed. “You turned my babies into mini fashionistas. These little rugrats even helped their pops pick out a few things. Daddy had the rest covered, though.”

The eldest child rolled her eyes as her little sisters giggled. Each card was sweet and displayed parts of each child’s personality. The baby’s card did you in. Rio had taken it upon himself to dab his chubby little feet in paint and stamped the card. The waterworks went off, and Rio kissed your tears away. You unwrapped two large boxes of chocolate, a few pairs of shoes, and two beautiful flowy dresses. It tickled you how excited the girls were to show which gift they picked out.

“Look, momma! The dress I picked out for you has pockets. Sissy’s does, too,” the eldest child said about the middle girl.

“I gots you da shoes, momma. Well, one is from me. The other I picked, but they from Bubba,” your baby girl cooed at her brother.

“I love all my gifts so much! Thank you, sweet babies,” you praised, kissing all your children.

Rio cleared his throat, “Alright, give momma kisses, and get washed up for grandma’s house. Your Nana will be here soon. Word on the street is she has pizza waiting on some badass little munchkins.”

“Daddy, you tussin’! No bad words.”

“Yes, ma’am. You got it, boss.”

Rio waited for the kids to leave the room before wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“Thank you for the roses, baby.”

“Anything for wifey. The kids got you the other vase.”

“They broke your pockets, huh?”

“Honestly, no. Those cute little divas wanted to pay for it themselves. I put in little man’s share. The little finesse princess shared some of her piggy bank money. The two oldest dipped into their savings and did some work for their grandmothers throughout the month.”

“You know I’m going to need receipts. I’m putting every last penny back where it came from.”

“No, ma’am. Your oldest knew you’d pull that shit. She instructed me to keep you from doing so.”

“That little girl thinks she’s grown,” you joked. 

“I may have a gift or two stashed somewhere.” His head dipped into the crook of your neck as he inhaled the scent of your perfume.

“Damn, you always smell good,” he groaned, sucking your neck as his left hand groped your breast.

“First off, the kids are here. Second, we’re waiting until tonight. Remember,” you mocked him.

“Them being around ain’t never stopped me before, mama. Keep playing with me. Your ass ain’t getting any sleep tonight.”

Getting the kids ready and out the door, you checked the clock and started freaking out.

“Damn, Rio. I still have to find something to wear, get dressed, and do my makeup.”

“You can’t do that in two hours?”

“Do you even know who you married,” you joked. “I guess I can do my best, but please don’t rush perfection.”

“Come on. We might as well shower together again.”

“Your ass just wants to see me naked,” you sassed as you walked into your bedroom.

The sarcasm faded and changed to shock.

“Baby, what’s this? I know that’s not the midi dress from House of CB. The one I’ve kept talking myself out of buying.”

“Yes, it is. You’re going to look so fucking good in it, mama. Hope we make it through dinner,” he rasped, smacking your behind. “Come shower with me. Foreplay counts as giving in, huh?”

“I mean, you gave me head this morning. That didn’t count, so I don’t see why I can’t return the favor.”

The doorbell sounded, and you huffed, crossing your arms.

“Relax, mama. It’s just Mick doing me a favor. He’s just ringing the bell to let me know he’s here. He can let himself out. Now, about that head. You trying to give me some neck, mama?”

“‘Til my jaws lock,” you answered seductively.

He threw you over his shoulder, smacking your butt. You squealed and giggled as he carted you off to the shower. Rio didn’t expect you to suck the soul out of him. His legs nearly gave out as he snatched you from the shower floor.

“It’s taking every fiber within me not to pound that pussy into oblivion. Let’s get this damn dinner reservation over with.”

“Fuck the reservation. Let’s skip it altogether.”

“No, you need to eat. Trust me. You’ll need the energy.”

The shower had lasted much longer than anticipated. There was only an hour left for you to finish getting ready. Shimmying into the snug dress, you slipped your robe over it to rush through your makeup routine.

“Do me a favor real quick, baby. Can you run downstairs and grab me a bottle of water,” he asked, towel hanging dangerously low around his waist.

“Papa, I still have to do my makeup. Don’t you want to leave the house on time,” you questioned.

“Just real quick, mama.”

“Yeah, I got you, babe,” you huffed.

You sped down the steps and bounded into the kitchen. A screech tumbled from your lips as you came to a halt. Your hand flew to your chest, trying to soothe your erratic heartbeat. You scowled at your best friend, who was cackling at the fact that she startled you.

“Y/B/F/N, what the hell are you doing, hiding in my kitchen?”

“Bitch ain’t nobody lurking in this damn kitchen. Your baby daddy requested my services,” she responded as her hand pointed to her makeshift makeup station. I tried to give my brother-in-law a discount, but he insisted he’d pay double. Love that for me,” she shrugged. “Sit yo ass down. I need to hurry up and beat that face beautiful face. If you two spent less time fucking, we wouldn’t have to rush. Nasty asses.

“Bitch, hush and do my damn makeup. Wasn’t nobody fucking.”

It was true, to an extent. I just sucked that man dry.

Rio swaggered into the kitchen, fastening his watch as you sat at the island, getting your makeup done and hair refreshed. He had finished getting ready. Rio wore a dark button-up, pants, and designer kicks. All black, just the way you both liked. His cologne wafted in the air, making you want to jump his bones. It was almost painful how hard you were biting your lip. Eyes roaming from head to toe. His brown orbs found yours as he walked over. Rio’s thumb tugged your bottom lip free as he suckled at it.

“You like your surprise, mama? I never did get that water,” he teased.

“Yes, I do. Thank you times a million, baby.”

“Unh-uh! Don’t mess up her lip combo. Here you go smudging up my work of art. Rude ass,” your friend joked. She jerked your head in her direction as she finished retouching your hair. “Stop eye fucking that poor man, sis. He’s not going anywhere. Damn.”

“Now look, don’t be salty because your ass is in a two-year drought.”

“It’s called celibacy, bitch,” she laughed. “Your damn hair’s finished. You and hubby need to get going. I’ll clean and lock up. Love you, boo.” Saying goodbyes to one another, she turned to do her and Rio’s annoying ass handshake. “You need to put me on one of your balling-ass associates. I’m trying to be a wifey like my good sis,” she sassed.

“You’re my sis and all, but you not built for this life. Little trigger finger over there can handle it,” Rio chuckled.

“True, her little thugged-out ass is always ready to ride. How can someone so prissy be so vicious? Anyway, you two go on. You have fifteen minutes to leave the house.”

“Shit! I don’t even have my shoes, accessories, or clutch.”

You turned to race to the bedroom, but Rio gently grasped your arm.

“Chill, mama. It’s all right here.”

He bent forward, allowing you to balance one hand on his back as he slipped on the golden strappy-heeled sandals. Buckling them for you, Rio trailed his hands back up your legs. He admired the knee-length rose-colored dress and how it hugged your hips. His tongue traced his lips as he took in the split that went up your thigh and how the plunging neckline had the girls on display.

“Clocks ticking, Daddy. We should get going,” you whispered.

Nodding his head, he took your hand, leading you to the black G-wagon parked in the garage. He made sure to help you inside, securing your seatbelt. Hustling over to the driver's side, he hopped in, and the two of you were off.

“Another private setting? Rio, baby. This place had to have been pretty pricey. It’s too much.”

He hugged your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. His lips brushed against the shell of your ear.

“Nothing’s too much for you, darlin’. Don’t you know I’d give you the world,” Rio murmured, sucking your earlobe. “The quicker we eat, the faster I can get you out of this dress.”

At that moment, a rumble sounded in your stomach.

“Let’s get you fed.”

“I’d rather eat something else.”

“Mama,” Rio pleaded. “You’re killing me.”

Being the only occupants of the restaurant, you were instantly seated, orders following. With no one around, the two of you continued the game of cat and mouse. Slight touches here and there grew into groping one another. Somehow you had made it from your seat to Rio’s lap. One hand toying with the slit of your dress, and the other wrapped firmly around your neck.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart,” he groaned as your backside pressed against his lap, grinding.

“I’m just readjusting, Daddy.”

His sarcastic chuckle echoed inside the empty restaurant.

“Right. Of course, you are.”

His hand stopped playing with your slit, creeping under the hem. Rio’s warm muscular fingers made contact with your bare, sticky folds. His eyes darkened as the hand around your neck tightened. Closing them tight, he growled lowly. A whimper danced along your lips as his pointer and middle finger swiped at you, stopping at your nub and circling it slowly. Rio’s digits trailed back down, sliding into your entrance leisurely. He kept the pace excruciatingly slow, and your hips bucked, trying to get him to go faster.

“Rio, I’m begging you. Please, speed it up, baby.”

He didn’t oblige and went even slower. Your hand circled his wrist, and his hand tightened around your throat. Rio growled, “No. Take it or fucking leave it. That’s all your ass is getting right now.”

Rio continued to play with you as you panted. The more you whined and begged, the slower he went.  He relented somewhat as his thumb danced around your clit, adding a bit of pressure. Slowly, you began to climb toward a release. He felt your muscles tighten around his fingers. Rio smirked as the waiter returned with your dinner. You nearly lost your mind and self-control as Rio’s hand slipped from under your dress.

“Time to eat,” Rio announced.

“I’ll say,” you shot back, plopping back into your seat. “Chill with that cocky ass grin. I’m frustrated enough.”

Rio leaned toward you, “Feel free to submit, sweetheart. This here is a private show. I’ll gladly lay you across this table. If I were you, I’d fill up. Keep thinking this is a game. You really will need your strength tonight,” he finished slicing a piece of his steak, offering it to you. Glossy lips wrapped around his fork as an x-rated moan slipped from your mouth.

Rio chuckled, nodding to himself. “I’m falling in that pussy tonight. Hurry up and finish your food,” he demanded, devouring his own.

It had only been twenty minutes when you two pushed away empty plates. The waiter smiled as you both said no to dessert in unison. Handling the tab and leaving a generous tip, Rio practically dragged you to the front, where the valet had the car waiting. Tipping him, your handsome husband helped you into the passenger side. You kept your hands in your lap clasped, trying to fight the urge to touch him. He sped home, picking you up and carrying you in the house, straight to the bedroom. 

Even with your lips locked in a heated kiss, Rio managed to carry you up the stairs and into the room. Kicking the door closed, he placed you back on your feet and spun you around to take in the surroundings. You gasped at the beautiful setup.

“How,” you questioned him in shock. Pausing a moment, you continued, “Y/B/F/N?” Rio smiled mischievously, nodding his head yes. “No wonder she was adamant about locking up after us. Not you and my sis in cahoots the entire night.”

Your eyes watered as you took in the scene. Rose petals covered the bed and floor, with the lights turned low. At the foot of the bed were two different boxes. One package was black with white lettering, and the other white with gold lettering. She also took the liberty of laying out a fancy lingerie set.

“Respectfully, I won’t be needing the set tonight. Not to sound too harsh, but I’m trying to get knocked down tonight.”

“Open your gifts,” he laughed.

A devilish grin painted your features as you removed the lid from the white box. Inside was a new silk robe. As you pulled it out, you noticed it was black, lace, and see-through. Little left to the imagination. “I’m guessing you picked this out?” Rio’s eyebrows raised in confirmation. 

“Just lay that across the bed. You’ll be needing it later. Look in the other box.”

You slid the white bow from around the black box. The lettering on the bow took you by surprise. “Rio! Chanel? Stop playing,” Your hands hurriedly lifted the lid off, tearing through the tissue paper. 

“No, you did not!”

“I did, mama.”

Your lip trembled, “Rio, I’m speechless. I can’t believe you got me the bag I’ve been obsessing over for months. I can’t believe you bought this for me. Your ass be paying attention.” You raced to a smiling Rio and leaped into his arms, landing kisses all over his face. 

“Thank you, baby. You outdid yourself this year. How can I ever repay you, baby?” 

He held you close, staring at you lovingly. Rio tucked a wand curl behind your ear, placing you back on your feet.

“Every gift was well deserved. Eight years is a long time. You held me down in so many ways. I’ve lost count. You’ve been rocking with me for over a decade and some change. You brought my first baby girl into this world before I married you. As long as we were together, that’s all that mattered. You’ve played so many different roles in my life. Outside of being my wife, you’ve been my lady, lover, baby mother, partner in crime, and in some cases, my little shooter. You stayed down anytime I got into some shit and had to finesse my way out of a messy situation. Your fine ass took care of the money, hired the lawyers, and helped out with my son when I couldn’t be there. You bonded and formed a friendship, an alliance with my ex-wife. You help her with Marcus, and she takes our kids with her helping you get a break. You never passed judgment or grew tired of me and walked away. It takes a strong woman to accept and endure what comes with this lifestyle. We’re for life, mama. You deserve all this shit and more. I love you.”

“I don’t know whether I want to cry or suck you up. When you say all those sweet and beautiful words, I can’t decide between wanting to be a crybaby or begging you to slut me out.”

“You’ve cried enough today, mama. Choose the second option.”

Rio tossed you on the bed, spreading your legs. His fingers found themselves buried in your heat once more. Pumping in and out of your dripping canal, he smiled as he watched you tremble. Hands pulling at the bedding, a litany of moans and whimpers came from your lips.

“Enough of all this damn foreplay. I give in. Please, I desperately need you inside me.”

“That’s what you want?”

“Yes, Daddy. Fuck me as if you hate me,” you purred.

“And you wonder why we have so many kids. You say freaky shit like that. What do you expect,” he questioned.

Rio made haste with his zipper as he pushed his pants and briefs low enough to free himself.  Your body moved further up the bed, allowing him to join you. Rio placed his hands on the back of your thighs. Pushing backward, you felt him press your knees to your shoulders. 

His thick member dipped inside you. Rio slid until you were full, taking pride in the erotic sounds echoing throughout the bedroom. He pumped into you at a fast pace. 

“Wait, let me take this dress off. I’ll be pissed if this dress tears.”

One swift move had your husband yanking the dress off. He stripped bare, climbing back between your thighs. He placed your legs over his shoulders, thrusting back into your valley. No longer able to fight his carnal desires, Rio pounded into your soft flesh. Dropping your legs down, he flipped onto his back, forcing you to straddle him. He loved watching your body bounce as you cried his name. Exhaustion settled in, and Rio took over. Impaling you on his rod, he pinned you to his lap, thrusting from below. Crying into the crook of his neck, you begged him for permission to come.

“You close, baby? It’s okay. Go on, mama, come for me. I know you’re overstimulated-grab the headboard. Yeah, just like that. Fuck.”

Rio continued to pound away as he littered your breast with kisses. His hands gripped your cheeks as he drove you toward the brink. Your hands held tight to the headboard as you mewled, tears still streaming.

“Christoper, I don’t know if I can-.”

“Shhh, mama. You can take it. I know you can. Be my good girl. Can you do that, darlin’? Answer me,” he encouraged, giving a light smack to your backside.

“Ye-yes, Daddy. So close. Baby!”

“Yeah, that’s my girl,” he praised, giving powerful strokes.

Rio’s hand crept between the two of you. He circled your sensitive bud, giving it a slight pinch. That was enough to send you over the edge. Your body shook as you screamed his name. Rio pulled your arms from the headboard, wrapping them around his neck. His thrusts slowed, giving you time to recover.

“You good,” he questioned.

He chuckled at the faint “mmhmm” as you leaned against him, trying to catch your breath. His hand stroked your back, leaving light kisses on your shoulder. As you shifted in his lap, he twitched inside your warm heat. Rio groaned, and you knew he was struggling. He wanted to give you time to recover. The thought only made you crave him all over again. Your hips moved in a circular motion, pulling him deeper.

“Fu-. Shit, just like that. Ride that dick, mama.”

Your hands pressed against his chest, laying him back. You bent forward, bodies creating friction, as your lips tangled with his, riding him hard. Rio’s hand massaged your soft globes, his head falling against the pillow as the veins in his neck pulsed. He switched between grabbing and slapping at your behind. The both of you panted as you drew closer to climax. In a strained voice, Rio groaned, “Can feel you squeezing me. Let go again, mama.”

You gladly granted his request, calling out his name, shaking like crazy. You laid on Rio’s chest, damn near lifeless, as he drove toward his release. One hand wrapped around the back of your neck while the other lifted you a bit. Rio sent several strong thrusts, grunting as he released inside you. The two of you held each other in silence, coming back down. When Rio finally spoke, you were half asleep as his lips brushed your forehead.

“Don’t go to sleep just yet.”

He rolled you onto your side of the bed, leaning toward his. You whined at the loss of contact.

“Come back. I’m cold, and I want cuddles,” you said with a pout.

“I’m not going anywhere. Give me a second, mama.”

Rio opened the top drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a smaller Chanel box. He rolled back over, curling his arm around you. He smirked at the shocked expression and handed it over.

“No more gifts, papa. You’ve spoiled me eno-.”

“Relax. Just open it,” Rio demanded, playfully biting your neck.

The box’s contents left you puzzled as your husband smiled at you.

“Thank you for the vintage keychain, baby. It’s adorable,” you beamed.

“Mama, pull it out of the box,” he insisted.

The keychain contained a silver key. Your eyes narrowed suspiciously, “What are you up to? What’s this key's purpose?”

“The family keeps growing. When we found out our baby boy was on the way. You started prepping and planning the nursery right away. Nearly drove me crazy trying to make space for him. I suggested turning my office or man cave into his nursery. You insisted we give him the glam room, or as I like to call it, your little hen house. Your bossy ass wouldn’t have it any other way. Those are just one of the selfless acts you’ve done for your family. Day in and day out, you do so much for us. We all owe you endless gratitude, mama. What better way to show appreciation than to buy my lady a bigger home? That house we drove passed the other day? I asked if you’d like to live in a neighborhood like that. Cribs all yours, darlin’.”

You tackled him with hugs and kisses. Rio’s back rested against the headboard as he pulled you between his legs. Arms around your waist, he held you close. You grew quiet, and Rio knew what you were thinking.

“Stop worrying about the money. You know that’s not an issue. I've been stacking bread and putting it aside for all of this. The plan had been in motion for months. You know I don’t play when it comes to money.”

“I know, but you spent so much.”

“Hey,” he grabbed your chin, tilting it in his direction. “You’re worth every penny and then some,” he whispered, stealing yet another kiss.

“I just feel bad. All I got you was a card and chocolates.”

“I told you not to get me anything. Your hard-headed ass.”

“Damn right! I can spoil you if I want. Speaking of gifts,” you purred as you wiggled loose from his hold.

Climbing out of bed, you slipped into the La Perla robe Rio bought. Your hips swayed over to your side of the closet. His eyes followed the entire time. Tossing a sneaky grin over your shoulder, you opened it up, plucking three boxes off the shelf. You crawled back into bed, snuggling into his side, placing each box in his lap.

“Happy anniversary and Valentine’s Day, papa.”

He shook his head, acting like he was upset. He reached for the slender black box first.

“No, baby. Save that one for last.”

“Your bossy ass,” he joked.

The medium-sized box contained two different sets of colognes. Rio licked his lips, appreciating that you knew his signature scents. He thanked you, giving your bottom lip a playful bite. Sitting them aside, he opened the second box.

“I’ve been putting money aside, too,” you explained, smiling shyly.

“Okay, wife! You laced your boy with a new Rolex. See what I mean? Selfless, thoughtful, and generous. I should’ve known you’d buy me gifts. Even though I specifically told you not to.”

“Open the last one,” you instructed, bouncing with excitement.

Rio pulled the slender box open, and his eyes grew wide. His head turned in your direction. Mouth hanging open, he looked at you in disbelief. Finally, he cleared his throat and spoke.

“Mama? Stop playing with me. You for real,” he asked, eyes sparkling with excitement.

A fresh set of tears clouded your vision. You managed to nod your head yes. Rio’s eyes landed back on the pictures in his hand.

“Good thing you bought that house. You’re getting that sixth baby you’ve been going on about,” you joked. “You’re breaking the news to the kids. I have a feeling the baby boy knows. He’s been extra cuddly. Resting his head on my stomach too.”

“No wonder why you’ve been on me heavily. You've been clingy, more than usual. You were popping up at the warehouses, begging me to take you across my desk. Always trying to fuck in the car, and you pulled me in the dressing room the other day,  horny ass,” Rio teased.

“Says the man who was happy to dig me out. Miss me with that.”

“What can I say? Happy wife, happy life,” he responded, rubbing your stomach and kissing it.

“I know one damn thing. After this baby, we’re both getting fixed. You obviously can’t be trusted.”

Rio kissed his teeth, “I don’t know about all that,” he shrugged.

“I’m serious, Rio.”

“I hear you, mama,” he replied in a not-so-convincing tone.

No matter what he says, I’m getting my tubes tied after this one. I love my children, but mommy’s tired. No amount of persuasion is talking me out of this shit. He’s a smooth-talking sexy ass man, and I need to learn how to dodge that shit.

Rio’s hands dipped into your robe, distracting you from said topic.

“I think it’s about time for round two, mama.”

I’m going to be sore tomorrow. I love that for me.

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Notes: I had fun with this one, until I didn't, and then again when I did. 😜 Some angst, smut, and some fluff. Didn’t stick to the request exactly. Let’s be honest, no sexy time for three months? None at all? Come on, it’s Shawn. 😝 I haven’t written present tense for awhile, so please forgive any mistakes you might see... Might be a bit before I get to another request. I’ve been neglecting my OC series, so I’m going to try to finish the next part of that before I sift through my asks again. As always, likes are wonderful, but reblogs are better, and comments are cherished. 💕

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You scrutinize yourself in your full length mirror.

You’re wearing a blush colored, lace bodycon dress and the most comfortable of the cutest heels you own for a night out with your boyfriend.

You screw your face and huff, “Am I not attractive? Am I not sexy?”

“Of course you are, darling,” your best friend, JJ, hums distractedly.

“You would fuck me if you were straight, wouldn’t you?”

“In a heartbeat, Sweetie,” he mumbles.

You glance over your shoulder. The other occupant of your apartment is sideways in the plush armchair in the corner of your bedroom, his eyes not on you, but his phone screen.

His inattention further frustrates you. “Bitch, enough with the damn phone. I’m in the middle of a crisis here! I need your attention more than whatever sugar daddy you’re flirting with on Grindr.” You stomp across the room and yank his phone from his hands.

“What the hell?!” He snatches his phone back but wisely shoves it in his pocket and sits up properly. “All right. You have my undivided attention. What’s the goddamn crisis?”

“Shawn.”

JJ raises an eyebrow. “Shawn?”

You pout. “We’ve been dating for three months and we still haven’t had sex.”

“Wait, what??” JJ thought you were keeping your sex life private for Shawn’s sake, being who he is; he hadn’t ever thought there might not be a sex life to talk about.

“What am I doing wrong? What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing. He is wild about you. He looks at you like you hung the moon, and the stars.”

“Well then, what the hell?” you grumble.

“You’re not usually shy in taking what you want. Direct the outcome.”

“You think I haven’t tried? You do know that my boyfriend is one of the hottest men in the world, right?”

“Well aware, thank you,” JJ snickers. “Are you getting any kind of action? Come on, spill.”

“We have really hot makeout sessions.”

“Yes, I’ve seen the marks left behind,” he mutters.

“He loves my tits.”

“You do have phenomenal tits.”

‘We’ve gotten really good at second base… But when I try to stick my hand down his pants, he puts the brakes on.”

“I think the better question is, what’s wrong with him?”

You give JJ a little shove, by his face, and chuckle softly before you sigh again. “I miss sex. I really, really like sex.”

“For fuck’s sake, just tell him to dick you down already.”

That’s the moment you hear a knock on your apartment door. Shawn has already charmed the entirety of the front desk staff; they don’t even call you anymore for consent to let him upstairs.

You swing open the door and Shawn’s eyes brighten. “Baby,” he murmurs, his smile even more brilliant.

He draws you to him to give you an enthusiastic kiss hello. You can’t help but react; this boy is your kryptonite.

When you ease away from each other his eyes caress you from head to toe. Deliberately. He rumbles, “You look gorgeous.”

“So do you,” you breathe, cheeks pink, despite your frustration with him.

He’s wearing navy, low-rise, straight-leg pants that hug his ass in the most perfect way, his Bode, white lace, long-sleeve shirt you both love so much, and his go-to black Chelsea boots.

Your man is a fucking model. (No, really. Signed with Wilhemina and everything, with campaigns for Armani, Calvin Klein, and Tommy Hilfiger under his belt.) He is magnificently built, tall and broad, with skin reflecting his half-Portuguese heritage due to an abundance of vitamin D from the summer sun, and dark curls at the exact length you favor.

“I have half a mind to say fuck it and stay in tonight,” he smirks.

“Can we? I’d be all right with that.”

“But then I can’t show my girl off,” he grins. “I want people to turn their heads when we walk by and think to themselves, what a lucky bastard.”

Where normally his boasting and praise would light you up and have you floating on air, head held high, proud to be his girl, tonight it rubs you the wrong way.

Shawn offers you his arm and smiles. “Ready, baby?”

///

After your first few dates, you and Shawn had taken to sitting side by side at restaurants instead of across from each other, so his first inkling that something is off is when you choose the seat opposite the cushy side where you would usually sit together.

Despite his bemusement, he pulls your chair out for you like the gentleman he has always been.

The second indication is how you aren’t as engaging or flirtatious as usual. In truth, it’s the first time he has ever felt that he has dominated the conversation. There had always been an equal push and pull between you; it was what made all of your conversations so effervescent.

Worry begins to prickle beneath his skin.

Halfway through dinner he’s bothered enough to reach for your hand and draw you from your chair to sit beside him. You huff softly but still go willingly. You hate how you’re feeling upset with him at all.

He drapes his arm across the back of the bench behind you. It’s reassuring that you lean into him. After he leaves a trail of little kisses along your jawline he asks, “What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours? We always sit together. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Everything is fine.” You try to smile genuinely, but all Shawn can see is disquiet in your eyes. You haven't ever been a good liar.

He catches the attention of your waitress and motions for the check.

“But we aren’t done with dinner,” you contend.

“Honey, you’ve barely touched your entree,” he gently argues, stroking the soft skin of your back with gentle fingertips.

You reach for his other hand and entwine your fingers with his. “I'm fine, babe. Let’s order dessert and have another glass of wine.”

He slides his Amex card into the check presenter and hands it back to the waitress. He kisses you once she walks away and murmurs against your lips, “Let’s go. This place is overrated anyway.”

///

The plan had been to go on to a speakeasy after dinner to meet some of your friends, have a few drinks, and listen to some live music. So, when you realize Shawn is taking you in the direction of his place instead, you feel terrible for ruining more than dinner.

“No, baby. Let’s just go on to the bar,” you insist. “Our friends are waiting.”

He places his hand on your thigh and draws shapes against your skin. He glances at you and smiles affectionately, even though now you can see the disquiet in his eyes.

“Another time. I’ve decided I want my girl all to myself tonight. They’ll forgive us.”

///

You love Shawn’s place, simply for the way it smells. It’s everything Shawn, with little nuances of you. You spend more time at his place than yours because there’s more privacy. He has no roommate to crash your movie nights or cuddle sessions like JJ too often does. It has begun to feel more like home than your own apartment.

You slip out of your heels and start toward Shawn’s room to steal one of his shirts so you can get out of your dress, but before you can go too far, Shawn reaches for your hand, causing you to pause and turn back to him.

He wastes no time in trying to fix whatever seems to be fracturing. He asks quietly, “Are you going to tell me what’s up?”

You return to him, slip your arms around him, and inhale his very essence. You fit perfectly in his arms and it’s the closest he’s felt to you all night.

You have only been together for three months; it's safe to say he may not yet know all of your moods. Maybe this is just another piece of you he has to learn.

You rise onto your tiptoes and brush your lips against his, encouraging him to kiss you. He gets caught up in you as quickly and as easily as he always does, his hands slipping into your hair, the pads of his thumbs stroking your face, as your kisses turn from soft to fervent.

Your hands reach for him, and fingers fumble to undo his pants.

You normally get much further than this before he stops you. But you still haven’t told him why you haven’t been yourself tonight and his brain takes over sooner than it usually would.

“Honey?” He pauses your hands and eases away, rezipping and refastening his pants, despite the fact that they’re too tight now and quite uncomfortable.

Your frustration finally boils over, and with an irritated sigh you push him away with hands against his chest. He stumbles one step back.

You immediately, apologetically rub your hands down the front of his shirt and then reach up to cup his face. He covers your hands with his and breathes your name, - an urge to help him understand.

“You tell me I’m beautiful all the time, and we make out until our lips are numb, and we get here, to this point, and so, so close to so much more, and just when I think, finally…”

You take two steps back, quickly wiping a tear from the corner of your eye, asking meekly, “Do you not want to have sex with me?”

“Oh my God,” Shawn gasps. It’s as if the floor opens beneath his feet and swallows him whole. “Sweetheart.” He feels like the biggest son of a bitch for making you cry, for making you doubt your appeal when, to him, you are the most beautiful woman in the world, or feel insecure in any way.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You can't imagine the things I've wanted to do to you since the first moment I laid my eyes on you.”

“I don’t understand,” you whisper.

“Come’ere.” He reaches out to take your hands again in his and draws you close. “I just… I wanted to take it slow.”

“This isn’t three dates or three weeks, Shawn, we’ve been together for three months.”

“Can- can I be honest?” he exhales shakily, cheeks pinking.

“Always. You know that.”

He gently squeezes your hands. “I wanted to take it slow… a- at first because… My God, honey, you’re perfect, and I like you, like, a lot, you know? Hell, I- I more than like you,” he confesses, blushing even darker. “And I didn’t want to fuck anything up before I had the chance to make you mine…

“I was afraid to move too fast, because I usually do, and then it always ends as quickly as it starts. And I want things to work out this time, more than I’ve ever wanted things to work out with anyone else.”

“Shawn,” you wheeze, easing your hands from his to run down his chest. You bite your lip to try to keep yourself from smiling like a fool.

“I know once we…” He rubs the back of his neck. “You know…”

Fuck, was he the most adorable thing ever sometimes. “Have sex?” you smirk.

His eyes meet yours and he licks and bites his lips in that way he does that makes you crazy. “Once I really get between your legs, I know I’ll never be able to get enough of you.”

“’cause you like me, like, a lot?” you grin, even as your face flames. “I like you, like, a lot, too, Shawn… And I don’t know, never leaving bed sounds pretty fucking amazing to me.” You tug on his hand, - a request to follow you to his room.

He stays firmly grounded. “Wait.”

You groan with a flare of new frustration. “You’re really trying my patience, babe.”

He has to close his eyes for his next admission and his face burns hot. “I’m having some… performance anxiety.”

You rise on your tiptoes and murmur against the shell of his ear as your hand brushes across the significant bulge at the front of his pants. “Sure doesn’t feel like it to me.”

“That’s not-” he hums, wetting his lips, “the problem.” He guides your hand back to where it had just been because he really wants it there.

You gently palm him through his pants. “Then what’s the problem, baby?”

“I haven’t had sex with- with anyone for awhile. Just- just my own hand. And when- when I…”

His stuttering is positively endearing.

“When you…?” you encourage, coyly. You know what he’s alluding to, but you want to hear him say it.

“I think about you when my hand is on my cock,” he murmurs, “dreamin’ it’s yours.”

Wetness immediately pools between your thighs thinking about how hot it would be to watch him get himself off.

“And I come embarrassingly fast. Like a damn twelve-year-old boy who just discovered his dick. So… when you try to put your hand in my pants…”

“What? Think I’ll be unimpressed with your size?” you tease. “It’s all about how you use it.”

“You’re impossible,” he laughs, pulling you against him and palming your ass like you had just been palming his crotch.

“I already know that is not going to be an issue,” you murmur, increasing the pressure of your stroke.

It's almost too much. “You gotta stop now, baby,” he groans, easing away from your caress. “I want to last more than seven seconds,” he puffs and nervously runs a hand through his hair. “And that- that’s what I worry about. I don’t want you to be… disappointed. And then I get… stuck in my fucking head.”

“Could never be disappointed, babe.” You cup his face and kiss him tenderly. “I wish you would’ve told me all of this sooner.”

“I'm an idiot,” he states. “I’m so sorry, Sweetheart. I wasn’t thinking about how my anxieties were affecting you, and I should have. I never meant to make you feel undesirable, or that I didn’t want to shove my cock in you every fucking chance I had. Shit, baby.”

“Aw, you say the most romantic things,” you intone amusingly.

He hooks his fingers beneath the straps of your dress, murmuring, “I want to make love with you…” He slides the straps off your shoulders. “…every second of every day. Is that better?” he hums.

“No, no, right now shoving your cock in me, - that works,” you say breathily,  again unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He doesn’t stop you this time. You grip the open waistband to sharply tug him closer.

He exhales with a suppressed grunt that has you begging. “I’m fucking horny, Shawn. I need it,” you whine. “I need you.”

He has quickly located and unfastened every tie or zipper keeping your dress on your body. “Been dying to get you outta this dress all fucking night,” he groans, as it flutters to the floor.

His eyes caress the swells of your breasts almost spilling out of your strapless bra. Your nipples are visible through the sheer material. He cups your breasts and drags the pads of his thumbs over your taut peaks. “Fucking flawless,” he groans.

You begin to walk both of you towards the sofa while unbuttoning the only three buttons on his shirt and sliding it off his broad shoulders. The backs of his calves find your mark.

Before he can even catch up, you’ve pushed his pants over his hips and have gently shoved him down onto the sofa. You’re in his lap the next moment, straddling him, your lace-covered core pressing against his cotton-encased hardness.

“Shit,” he curses. His hands can’t decide if they want to be on your hips or your ass.

One of your hands curls around the back of his neck, the other tangles in his curls. You trail tiny kisses from his chin up along his jawline.

You start rocking your hips and touch the tip of your tongue to the lobe of his ear. “You feel good, baby,” you purr. 

His grip tightens on your hips and you hear a tiny rumble at the back of his throat. He places open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and over the swells of your breasts.

Your hips roll and speed up. The friction is divine and you think you might come, just like this, but your own pleasure is second to Shawn’s. You want him to get out of his head; you don’t want him thinking at all, just feeling.

You start to grind your hips against his. “Oh God-” he exhales. You’re soaking the lace of your panties and you can feel how you’re making a mess of his boxer briefs as well, where his cockhead is straining.

It’s not how he wants things to go, but it feels too good. His protestations are weak.

You take his earlobe between your lips and gently suck and lick it. With the tip of your tongue, you trace the contours of his ear.

He grabs your ass and squeezes, trying to still your hips, as your lips return to his earlobe and gently nibble on it. “Baby- baby- stop stop stop-” he gasps, lips against your skin. “You’re gonna make me-”

His orgasm washes over him and he nuts with a shuddering groan as wetness coats the inside of his underwear. Like a twelve-year-old boy.

You release his ear and slow your hips, trying to edge yourself away from your own climax, while his cock continues to throb and jerk.

His hand grips the back of your head, forcing your lips to his. His tongue delves deep into your mouth. He grunts as your lips part. He tries to scowl but he can’t stop from laughing instead. “You did that on purpose.”

“Mhm,” you smirk. “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, you’ll last longer next time.”

He has you under him on the sofa before you can do anything but squeal and laugh.

“You’re asking for it,” he laughs, deep and throaty, hurriedly, roughly dragging the already saturated lace of your panties over your hips, down, and off. “And for the record,” he smirks, gripping his half hard cock through his boxers. “I’m above average, and I know how to use it.”

You hook your finger in the waistband and start to draw it down. “Prove it.”

Shawn pushes his boxer briefs down, freeing his cock. You lick your lips, thinking just how badly you want to get your mouth on him.

It’s as if he can read your thoughts. “Nuh-uh. My turn.” Hovering over you, he brings his lips to your ear and growls, purrs, “I know how to use my tongue, too.”

The way he kisses is enough to confirm that, but knowing he is about to bury his face between your thighs sends a fresh wave of desire throughout your body, and makes your pussy throb.

Thank fuck for the size of his sofa, as he pushes your legs open.

You gasp and groan, your back arching, when he lowers and closes his mouth around your center.

You bite on your lower lip, hand immediately tangling in his hair, as you rock against his face. You moan, hips moving instinctively against him, “Shawn… hmm… yes, baby, yes...”

His tongue is on your clit, first and middle fingers dipping inside you. He quickly finds that magic sweet spot, crooks his fingers, and laves and flicks and sucks your button, and you’re levitating off the sofa.

It’s too much and also not enough. One hand is in his hair, tugging, the other is twisted in the sofa’s slipcover beside you. You try to close your legs, but can’t with his broadness in the way. “Shawnshawnshawn,” you wheeze. “OhGod-”

His fingers are soaked with your juices. He’s fully hard again from the scent of your arousal, the moans and groans he’s drawing from you, how you’re rippling against him, and the friction of his cock rubbing against the sofa.

He knows you’re close; his fingers slip from you and you whine, tightening your grip in his curls, but he wants to prolong your ascension and he needs to taste you again.

“Please,” you beg, breathlessly.

He licks away the wetness you’ve already released and then his tongue is where his fingers just were.

Everything about him is long; his limbs, his fingers, his cock, his tongue. Your taste is addictive, and he feasts, humming and rumbling, urging you to take your pleasure by pushing against his mouth.

You’re near your zenith; he can tell by the way your hand in his hair tugs and how your moan changes. Your body begins to quiver and again he withdraws.

“Nonono,” you gasp, whimper, “pleasepleaseplease.”

But he’s only removed his mouth to sink two fingers back into you.

“That’s it. Come for me, Sweetheart,” he murmurs, watching his fingers pump in and out of you, each time brushing against that tight bundle of nerves. You clench around him, moaning, chasing the release you might die if you don’t get rightthefucknow.

With one more firm crook of his fingers, and just the right amount of pressure from his thumb on your clit, you climax, shatter, and cry out as your orgasm fully claims you.

“Gorgeous,” Shawn purrs as he softly kisses and caresses you through every twitch and tremble and wave, until you’re blissed out and hypersensitive to his touch.

You are loose and pliant and flush and utterly exquisite beneath him. Shawn has never been more tempted to slide into a pussy unprotected, but it’s too big of a risk that he’d find himself wanting to stay buried within you when he came. He wouldn’t dare ask you to compromise yourself that way. 

He is swiftly on his feet, practically dashing for his bedroom, calling out, “Condom!”

You watch his bare ass, that you will absolutely sink your teeth in at some point, disappear from the living room. You yell after him, giggling, still in that post-orgasm haze and giddy, “After tonight you’re stashing condoms within easy reach of every room of this condo!”

He’s back and on his knees between your legs moments later, with the small foil in his hand.

You rise, and reach for it, asking softly, “Can I?”

His breath hitches. “Y- yeah.”

“Will you show me how?”

“Fuck.” He grips the base of his shaft and squeezes gently, just enough to take the edge off.

He guides your hands with the exact sensation and pressure he likes as he helps you slide it down his length.

You wrap your hand around his girth, and give his cock a gentle tug. He grunts and pushes into your palm. You relax again against the sofa cushions, taking him with you, and line him up with your opening.

“Shit,” he curses in anticipation. As desperate as he is to bury himself balls deep within you, he stills you with a gentle, “Y- you’re ready?”

He’s a big boy, but he prepped you quite well with those long and marvelous fingers while eating you out, and you are still wet from your climax. You kiss him in response.

Temples pressed together, eyes down, you both watch as he slowly, gently begins to push into you.

The burn and stretch is intense in a way that makes you lightheaded with pleasure and you moan softly while you adjust to the way he fills you.

“OhmyGod,” he gasps. You feel like heaven around him.

You gently trail your fingertips from where you’re intimately connected, up, along the lines of his abdomen and chest. You place your hands around his face. Your eyes stay locked with his until he bottoms out.

You slide your arms around his neck. You gasp when the pebbled nubs of your breasts brush against his chest. 

He licks into your mouth, curls his tongue around yours. You gently bite and tug at his lower lip. You wrap one of your legs around his hip and roll your pelvis, urging him to start moving.

He needs no further encouragement, easing back, pushing in. You whimper as you find your rhythm together, fingernails denting crescent marks in the tight, broad muscles of his upper back.

He latches onto your shoulder with his teeth and moans deep in his throat. He withdraws, slides in, brings his mouth to suck bruises in the crook of your neck before soothing them with his tongue.

You murmur his name. He hums yours with every withdrawal and thrust.

Your back arches and you moan again when he lowers his mouth to your breasts. He licks and tugs and sucks each taut, dusky pink nipple until they’re too sensitive and you draw his lips to yours.

“Fuck,” he grunts into your mouth. “You feel so good.” His pupils are blown wide. “Baby,” he groans. He needs to be deeper.

He swiftly shifts onto his knees and you both cry out at the new angle. He grips the outsides of your thighs, pushes up, driving his cock deep, hitting your g-spot. Your little gasps and whimpers are the music that drives him. He moans with every rock into you.

The position you’re in allows easy access to your clit and your hand falls between you.

“That’s it, baby,” he hums, grins, rumbles, “Look at you…”

You start to tremble. Needy sounds and words without meaning tumble from your lips, and you tip your head up.

His teeth nip against the length of your neck. “Wanna see you fall apart again,” he whispers against your pulse.

You cry out his name as his cocktip finds your sweet spot again, and again. ��That’s it, Sweetheart.”

Your fingers over your clit begin to move faster. Your hips rise, your back bends, and your breath catches. Your orgasm sweeps over you swiftly, unexpectedly, sharply. You don’t even have the chance to find your voice as your other hand screws tight and stars explode behind your eyes.

Your chest lifts and falls rapidly. Your hands grip his ass and you pull him against you.

He grunts. His eyes close and his mouth slackens as he chases his own pleasure. His pace begins to speed up, and then falter. The sounds dripping from his lips are sinful.

He pulls back, almost slipping out of you. He’s on the edge. His balls are heavy and tight and already drawing up close to the base of his dick. He moans as he slides back in.

You swivel your hips just right and rock down as he rocks up, meeting his thrust. He snaps his hips once, twice. “yesyesbabyyes-” You clench around him, again, and his orgasm creeps up from every part of his body until he’s both desperate for it to stop and to continue forever.

“holyfuck,” he wheezes, gasps. He stutters, stills, and unravels buried deep within you with a satisfying groan of your name.

You tighten your legs around his waist and rock your hips, again clenching your inner walls around him while you coast the aftershocks. You both finally still, breath heaving, giggling softly. His hands slide along the length of your arms and he trails little nips up along your jawline.

You melt into the sofa. “Mm… you were worried for nothing,” you purr, a small smile on your lips.

Once he was out of his head and in the moment, it had been a non-issue. All he had been fixated on was how to make you cry his name. His grin is smug upon hearing the absolute satisfaction in your voice, knowing he is responsible for making you feel so good.

You kiss him, you don't want to stop kissing him, but he detaches his lips from yours with a chuckle.

His hand moves between your bodies to hold onto the condom, and he carefully pulls out. You whimper with the loss

He reaches for a few tissues from the box on the coffee table and wraps the condom within them, placing the mess in the nearby decorative bowl. That'd do for now; he'd dispose of it properly later.

He moves back into your embrace and hovers above you for a few moments longer, returning his lips to yours.

“We might want to move this to the bedroom,” he smirks, mischief dancing in his eyes, guiding your hand to his cock, already hardening again.

“You’re insatiable,” you giggle, tightening your leg around his waist and your hand around his dick.

He hums and rocks his hips just a little. “Warned you,” he smirks.

“Just wanna stay right here,” you murmur, pulling him down atop you. “Just for a minute.”

“Imma crush you.”

“Won’t let you.” You can still breathe, and his weight on top of you is intimate and comforting. He relaxes, sinking into you, resting his head on your chest.

You run your fingers soothingly through his curls. “Shawn?” you whisper.

“Yeah baby?” he breathes, just as softly.

“I ‘more than like you’, too.”

~ * ~

@mendesblurb @benito-mi-vida @monikamendes @mendesficsxbombay @pamelagramm @chocochipcookie305 @misti-ka @fallinallinshawn

[merakiui]

MERAAA, I NEED TO START READING YOUR TAGS! The stepsister camgirl, omg what if Floyd and Jade team up on teasing Riddle? Like Floyd mentions a fun new game with a possible side reward of a fun toy to share 😜. Idk if they should stalk/flirt and take the step sister down or tease Riddle about doing it so much so that Riddle takes the situation into his own hands and takes his step sister first. To show her first hand how gross guys are and how she shouldn't be showing off her body to strangers (and his school mates) without knowing the consequences.

Sorry if that was too long and totally not ok, but I love your writing and it's always such a treat to see it on my dash. If it's ok and available can I be your 🍄 anon?

OOOOOOOO Floyd's always flirting with you every chance he gets and Jade stalks you from a distance. >:) can you imagine getting a rose tattoo or some sort of symbol that many associate Riddle with and it's in such an intimate area, too........ Riddle watches your streams because he has to see why you're so popular with his classmates and why those scummy Leech twins won't leave you alone. No other reason. It's definitely not because he's using your videos and photos to get off! No, no, no!!! >_< perish the thought!!! But ooooo Queen have mercy on him; he sees that tattoo and it's over. T_T

Riddle will literally beg you not to visit him at NRC; that's how desperate he is to keep his step-sister away from school (and all to himself). You have no idea how many horny students want to meet you. He drafts an entire list of rules for when you do visit and some of them are so outlandish. "You have to stay within xx amount of distance to him." or "You're only allowed to be alone with Riddle and maybe Trey." or "You are not allowed to step foot in Octavinelle no matter what you do." Naturally, you think your step-brother is being ridiculously overprotective and you bicker with him over his foolish rules. God, Riddle just wants you to shut up and listen. >:( he's this close to kissing you on the mouth to earn your silence (because slapping is wrong and hurtful, and he could never lay a hand on you. So kissing is much better)!

Since there aren't any empty rooms available in Heartslabyul, Riddle allows you to stay in his room for the duration of your stay. That's the last thing you want, but then at least your step-brother is reliable. So when you come whining to him about feeling insatiable (aphrodisiac) or how your breasts started leaking milk (lactation potion), he has to be a good brother and help you out. <3 maybe he's a little thankful the students here are so wicked because he could never sabotage his dear step-sister. :) he'll leave that to the rule-breakers. Besides, if he doesn't get to enjoy his first time with you who knows what brute will snatch you up?

Also, you and Riddle have the nastiest, filthiest, most vile hate sex. You bring out the worst in him. The worst being his riding crop from equestrian club hehe. <3

[milfswriter]

can I request rhea smut but where rhea's the bottom?

We love a change 😜

My Champion

Sub!Rhea Ripley x Dom!reader

Summary: Rhea ends Bianca’s reign on the raw title, so she gets rewarded.

It was an extreme rules match with Rhea against Bianca for the women’s title. You grew worried as you stood ringside, seeing Rhea receive whipping after whipping from Bianca’s braids. Let alone all the kendo sticks and chairs she was hit with.

You got into the ring, distracting both the ref and Bianca while Rhea crawled to the corner, panting as red lines began forming on her skin. You argued with the ref while Bianca pushed you. “Stay out of it!” She yelled.

Rhea stood up, turning Bianca around and hitting her with the Riptide before pinning her tiredly with a hand on Bianca’s stomach.

“One! Two! Three!” You immediately slid in the ring to pulled her up, raising her arm in victory, the ref coming to give her the title. Her title.

She snatched it from him, hugging it to herself before wrapping an arm around you, pulling you in as well.

“Here’s you winner, and the new WWE raw women’s champion, Rhea Ripley!” The announcer yelled into the mic, the crowd going crazy.

—————-

“Mistress..” you heard her impatient whine as you went to retrieve the blindfolds as she laid on the hotel bed. “You’re taking too long”.

You ignored her, coming back into the bedroom. “On your knees, my champion” you grinned, seeing her slide out of her and on her knees in front of you, she was much bigger than you, but she knew you were in control.

She loved it when you were like this, it takes her stress away from all the dominance and having to call the shots at every single point in your lives.

“Please..” she looked up at you with sweet, innocent eyes. Her makeup was long since removed and her ‘nightmare’ facade disappearing as soon as you reached the hotel.

You pulled her hair back to look her in the eye. “Let’s get your scars cleaned up first, hm?” You placed the alcohol and cotton pads on the night stand.

She took off her shirt, revealing red lines all over torso. “Lay back on the bed, Demi. On your back” she did what she was told and you sprayed the alcohol on the cotton pad, rubbing on the red lines, causing her to hiss and move away from you.

“I’m sorry, love..I know it hurts” her eyes brimmed with tears by the time you finished sanitising her scars and you peppered kisses all over her face.

———

“Make mistress cum, and you’ll get your reward” You switched positions with her, Demi on her knees as you pulled on the leash around her neck.

She spread you legs, licking a long stripe from your pussy. “Ugh..fuck yes. Good girl” you moaned gutterly, fingers scratching and squeezing gently on your inner thighs as she devoured your cunt.

She was just that, your good girl. She’s been trying so hard for the last year and a half to get her title back, and when she wasn’t cleared to fight at Money In The Bank, she shut you out for days.

She looked so beautiful looking up at you like this, she reached with a hand to hold yours so you can have something to squeeze when she entered you with her tongue.

You threw your head back against the mattress, “fuckkking shit!!!” You pulled harder on the leash, causing her tongue to get even deeper inside you as you wrapped the excess of the leash around your fist.

Her nose rubbed against your clit, intensifying your pleasure as she whined, sensing your approaching orgasm.

“Hm..yeah Demi, you like mistress’s pussy don’t you” she hummed, nodding as the tip of tongue hit your g-spot multiple times.

“That’s it, that’s it baby yes, god!!!!” You shook under her, releasing all over her face, your cum dripping from her chin as she crawled over to your face, kissing you.

“You taste so good, mistress..” she whispered in your ear and you pushed her face in your neck. “Hmm..” she kissed your neck, catching her breath as you scratched her back softly.

You sighed in pleasure before pushing her away, standing up and ordering her to lay back on the bed.

You moved away from her, wearing the strap you brought with you and lubing it up before going to the couch in front of the bed and taking the championship belt, wrapping it around her waist.

“You’re gonna get fucked like a champion, keep it here” you pulled her legs closer to the edge of the bed, covering her eyes with the black blindfold.

“Color?” You asked, rubbing on her thighs in a comforting manner when noticed she was a little tense. “Green” was all you need to her before thrusting into her already soaked pussy.

“God, I’m so..so proud of you” you didn’t move just yet, letting her adjust to the stretch as you kissed all over face,

“Mistress, please!!” She moaned, her hands gripping the sheets and you knew it was in fear of hurting you.

“I’ve got you, baby..mistress will take such..such good care of you”

Needless to say, Rhea was heavily rewarded and cuddled that night.

[localgirlbecomesobsessed]

A Little creature for your enjoyment

Stop leaving Cathrine with Ed, he’s an instigator.

Rui stood dumbfounded as he stared at the scene before him, its the middle of the night in the cathedrals garden.

Lyca stood beside him arms folded as he scowled at Ed, who was leaning back in a semi-broken spinny chair, iPad in hand in the makeshift shed-bratory.

After a shift at the bar, he and Lyca returned to an empty home, though not unusual for Ed to take a walk around the campus in the night-it was rare to see their refrigerator missing, causing a feeling of dread to build up in both men as they moved to quickly track Ed down.

Thus, here they were.

Not particularly sure what they were looking at as Cathrine’s blowtorched their now deceased sideways fridge, - he knew whatever it was- it wasn’t good. Cogs and wires littering the garden as Cathrine spoke low to her new contraption, causing massive concern for everyone around-except Ed who was slowly typing away distracted by whatever he was watching.

Catherine’s face was hidden by a metal helmet, one taken straight out of vagastrom as Sparks flew everywhere, simulating firefly’s in the night sky.

Rui sighed striding up to Cathrine, giving a quick hello to Stera who Lyca had taken a liking to as a prime nap area during the day, the plant large and looming with pride as she stood as a beacon of the cathedral, eyecatching and alluring in the daytime…the night time not so much. The leaves overhanging around them causing the garden to look more eerie and ominous as Rui finally approached the mad woman.

He knocked on the fridge, startling the little pyscho as she quickly turned off her torch, pulling her helmet back as a cold sweat trickled down her face , her cheeks red from the cold evening mixed with the insane heat from her torch.

“Rui! Don’t do that you’ll startle it.”

Rui took an immediate step back, already seeing the maniacal look in her eyes as he held an arm out to stop Lyca from coming any further.

“Ahahah What did you do to our fridge catty…?”

He asked cautiously as Lyca sniffed the air curiously.

She scoffed as she gestured for him to come over, he hesitantly walked over, Cathrine kneeled on the floor tapping gently onto the makeshift see through door she’s replaced the actual fridge one with.

Rui leaned down next to her, as a strange pear shaped creature approached the glass door, tiny beady black eyes looking at the man in intrigue before immediately getting bored and running onto a giant wheel that was on the right end of the fridge .

“I found it in the garden~isn’t it cute!”

Cathrine clapped her hands excitedly as she watched the pear creature with deep interest, watching amused as it ran maniacally on its wheel like a hamster. Rui was speechless as Lyca came over sniffing around the fridge as his eyes sparkled in curiosity as he too joined Cathrine in watching the little guy run.

“Ed said your fridge was broken anyway, so I thought what better way to make use of something broken than to make a home for the little guy.”

Rui groaned hands covering his face as he turned to Ed.

“I may of told a white lie 🫣🤭😘 my flower 🌷❤️‍🔥🥀 or shall I say I was predicting the future…which has obviously come true. 😜 😉 “

Ed called out as cathrine’s face dropped into a comically exaggerated one of shock.

“Dude I am so sorry, I can get you another fridge, Ed why did you-“

A slight spark emitted from the freezer section of their previous food holder, making Cathrine jump slightly.

“Oh dear 😅 it seems my iPad is struggling to download this video…😟🫢😞”

Cathrine jumped up running over to Ed as she snatched the iPad, cancelling whatever nonsense he was trying to download.

“Ed…I told you you can’t overload CXT3.”

She chatisised him, like an owner telling off their mischevious cat.

Rui’s eyes furrowed as he realized that the ipad in his hands wasnt the usual device Ed always keeps close to him. It was a cream thick pad, similar to that of an old computer that had the backs, just thinner and smaller, it wss touch sensitive but needed a power source… Rui’s eyes tracked ths cord following it all the way to the little creature’s new home.

Rui wrinkled his nose as realisation hit him like a truck.

“-there are probably labour laws against this Catty.”

Pinching his brow as he sighed dramatically, hands immediately going to his hips in the signature mum pose ™️.

Cathrine whipped her head around, as she marched over to Rui.

“It’s not what it looks like-LOOK!”

Maniacally pointing at the CXT3 as Rui sauntered over to Ed, who was holding the contraption protectively as Rui went to grasp it.

“Back you barbarian 😡😞😭you do not need to touch my device 🌝⚔️🪦”

He turned the screen to show Rui, holding it just out of reach as Rui went to glance at the screen.

::-:/- 🏃‍♂️ 🏃‍♂️ 🏃‍♂️ 🛞 💓 ♥️ 💓

Edward: 🥰🏃‍♂️➡️📺

::-:/- 🛞⚡️👌🏼🤭

Rui deadpanned as he stared down at Edward, who proudly held up his screen, he spun himself in the chair, Cathrine cringing at the way it creaked and cracked.

“Wha-what am I looking at right now Ed?”

Exhaustion dripped through his words as he tried to comprehend the situation.

“Our dear friend 🥰😈has connected with the device Cathrine made for me ❤️‍🔥🥀🤤 “

Rui continued to stare as Ed spun back around and continued to speak with his ‘new friend.’

Rui turned to Cathrine who was now crouched with Lyca, the two of them mesmerised by the strange anomaly. Their tiny muscular legs flashing by in a blur as it excitedly ran on its metallic wheel. She had decorated the inside with fairy lights, a tiny bedroom and dining room, she’s added loads of weird knickknacks and puzzles to help keep them entertained…it was startling cute at how much effort she’s put in.

“It’s true! When I introduced Pear to their new home, it snuck into the wires section and did something that made them interface with CXT3! I’ve told Yuri and Haru and they’re going to let me keep them until we figure out how the little guy did it…I might just pretend to never figure it out though ahah!”

She cooed at ‘Pear’ who had decided to take a break from running as he teetered over to the glass door jumping in joy as it looked at Lyca. Whose tail was wagging excitedly as he cautiously pressed a finger to the glass, his smile beaming as pear pressed a tiny hand to it.

“Awhh he likes you Lyca!”

Cathrine nudged him in a cheerful manner as Lyca hummed out a sound of happiness, his focus solely on pear.

“Cathrine-my flower 🌷 🌺 🌻 🌹 they do not like the name pear 🍐 😮‍💨😭😞”

Ed sighed as he typed out a message to not-Pear.

“Oh no! What would they like to be called instead?”

Cathrine sounded slightly panicked as the thought of upsetting her new friend sent her into a state of frazzlement.

“Hmmm they sent me a wolf emoji… 🐺 🌒🤭”

Lyca tilted his head in curiosity.

“Wolfie? Wolfie? Luna? Crescent?”

He named the first four things to come to his head.

“It sent four angry icons 😡 😠 😤😮‍💨”

They all turned to Ed, a smug look on his face as he smirked at all three of them.

“I think our young one 👶 🍐 is partial to the name Lyca.🥰🤭”

He continued his video as he spun back around, the sound of the cracking chair getting worse as he did, Cathrine was surprised the chair was still standing.

“Is that true, you wanna be called Lyca cutie?”

Rui brushed his glove hand against the glass, the tiny creature jumping up and down in response to the question.

“Oi! We can’t call them after me~it’ll get too confusing…it’s my name?!?”

Lyca crossed his arm pouting as he glared at Ed, seeming to blame him for this circumstance.

“My dear boy, our Lyca sent five hearts❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥do you dare break them? 💔”

Lyca’s eyes widened as he guiltily lowered his ears, tail no longer wagging, which seemed to enrage pear Lyca.

Cathrine narrowed her eyes at Ed in suspicion as she wandered over to him, Rui trying to cheer up Lyca as he joked how they’ll call him human Lyca and pear anomaly Lyca!

That didn’t go well.

The two now bickering as cathrine glanced at the screen, a flurry of angry emojis from ::-:-/ as Ed repeatedly spammed them with ❤️‍🔥.

She sighed brushing a hand through Ed’s hair as he looked at her, mischief sparkling in his eyes. She kissed his cheek as she drifted her fingers down his back, enjoying his involuntary shiver.

She sneakily took the last loose remaining screw that was holding the chair together as she grabbed CXT3 and turned to the other two, handing it to Rui in a state of exasperation as she leaned down to her little friend.

“Eclipse; lovely to meet you.”

She tapped the glass twice as Eclipse stopped their frantic movement, preening at their name being called as Lyca quickly crouched excited with stars in his eyes as Eclipse waddled over to look at Lyca again.

“I think they like your ears Lyca.”

Lyca grinned smiling shyly as he took out the small sketch pad from his bag, falling into a cross legged sitting position as he started sketching out Eclipse.

The cathedral garden becoming a frequent spot for Lyca lately as he came to draw Stera or practice life drawing as he sketched Cathrine with her weird inventions or experiments.

Ed frowned at the loss of his device spinning his chair and letting out a loud shriek as the chair fell the pieces, he laid on the floor in defeat as Rui stood over him, silently handing him the device with a look of amusement in his eyes.

cathrine came to join them as she slumped in a plastic garden chair as she lightly kicked Ed to check he was still with them.

“Cattyyy~why’d you make Ed a device like that?”

Rui whined finally getting to ask the question that simmered at the back of his mind as the name debacle got solved, a little bit jealous at his lack of a cathrine gift.

“He asked me to…”

She sighed leaning her head back as she tried to stretch her limbs out.

“You never make me anything~ I want a catty original too! Oh~ how about I help you make it? It’ll be a cute date!”

Rui pouted at first before the idea hit him hard and fast, excited and terrified at the idea of conducting experiments with Cathrine.

“But I did make you something…”

She got up, walking deeper into her lab as she grabbed a pink box, handing it swiftly to Rui.

Rui’s eyes sparkled as he shredded the box open, lightly gasping as he pulled out a strange container, it has a weird bronzey cauldron like centre with a glass purple rectangular shape on either side, one a deep dark purple and the other a lilac, there was a cog with a wind up device stuck to the middle.

“What is it…?”

Intrigue as he checked it over, twirling it in his hands as Ed raised his head to catch a glance, even Lyca came over pausing his drawings as he squinted at the device.

“It’s to help with the anomalie plants, if you turn it this way…”

She tapped on the dark purple section.

“This will liquidify or turn it into an essence.”

She tapped the lilac section.

“This will grind it down, the middle section is where you put the item…you just have to.”

She twisted the dark purple to the right.

“Twist it to activate what one you want and then wind the handle. You can also mix things together by untwisting it releasing the liquid or matter into the middle bit again and then using the handle once more.”

Rui gasped happily as he started searching the garden for something to test it on.

“How are you feeling Ed?”

She questioned the man who still hadn’t moved, deciding it might just be more easier and more of a vibe to lay next to him, he looked deceptively comfortable.

“The crescent moon is out 🌙 the weather is delightful🥰🌻 and we have a new addition to our strange unit🥀🐺🌷💀 , I have never come across a creature like this before 😦 🤯🫢and it’s spurned inspiration in me to search through my books 🙀📚 “

He dramatised, using his hands to help eloquently put his short soliloquy across.

“Can I join you in that research?”

She was drooling at the thought of getting her hands on Edward’s old books, she was awaiting the oppourtunity for him to bring it up.

Ed smiled at her, searching up a video of how aliens built the pyramids.

“Of course my flower 🌺”

She grinned locking in as the video started, both her and Ed immersed until Rui broke their concentration.

“Fuck…what about our fridge?”

[joshwinksmind-blog]

He's the hombre 😀

All the wrong is equivocado 😃 I don't team with tú 😄

Tú don't hear us 😁 Your dientes is gone 😆

I know something that's mejor 😅 You can nada 😂

Sólo leave us alone 🤣

Ever is what I'm dicho 😭 Stay off the césped 😉

Not aún 😗 I'll let you know cuando 😙

Proceso is slow 😚 This quick 😘

One go no 🥰 Be off completamente 😍

That one yo know 🤩 Sólo didn't want to see one another 🥳

No okay 🙃 To work from the phone, no 🙂

Gracias 😋

Baño 😛 In mine's estoy 😝

My mierda 😜 To put all them together is a asentarse 🤪

We go that camino 😇

Siempre I don't stay 😊 Get gone yo ☺️

Besides yes, I don't really like dicho 😏

I got nada 😌

I'm going to call you todos 😔 I'm goin llamar both of you before I choose which way to go 😑

My altura is in between 😐 Probablemente a perfect patch with your's 😶

Wear uncle afuera 🤔 Yes sure hizo 🤫

You already saber 🤭 That's good suficiente 🤗

Tú two look like twins 😱

The noticias 🤨 I'm in tráfico 🧐 As soon as I'm out, the same habitación 😒

No 🙄 It's just palabras 😤 I got my ranura ready 😠

What was I dijo 😡 I don't recuerda 🤬 No 🥺 Es occupied 😟 I don't use it alguna vez 😥

There go su 😢 Them yo use ☹️ I ain't goin fill in the espacio 🙁

The exact one it's still disponible 😕

Everybody gone 🤐 The last one yo was 😰 Ain't ensuciar with that 😨 Would 😧 Just choose not a 😦

In my dormir 😮

The elección is your's 😯

Sí 😲

No mess 😳 While I'm recepción 🤯

Nor point the dedo 😬 I aceptar 😓 I know menos 😞

I'm one también 😖

You're losing dinero 😣

This yo with all us 😩

Snatched afuera 😫

No 😵 I comprender who don't know that 😴 Created no the same 😪

Obtuvo to 🤤 Impotente 🌛

It suit tú 🌜

Swatted 🌚 Después stay out the light 🌝

There's nada up with us 🌞 We distant ourselves before there's violencia 🥴

It takes votos 🥵 A clear me out is simple 🥶

Those professional scandals are seeking some gente 🤢 I'm available where there's an convenio 🤮

I take eso 🤧 No miss 🤒

A face levantar 🤕

I'm aquí 😷

Dos of them 🤠

Psicoanalizar cause 🤑

My imagination said nada 😎

One hundred million pilas 🤓

Forward cantó 🤥

It's that historia 🤡

Es mine 👻 Bed llamar 💩

I heard eso 👽

Rent eso 🤖

Puntaje 🎃 Puntaje like the WNBA player 😈

It's noon tiempo 👿 In the middle of día 👹

I'm going fuera de 👺

The same cosa 🔥

Socked 💫 It's that easy to hacer ⭐ Even words are tapando 🌟

My hand agarre ✨

Pocket mirando 💥

The straight camino 💯

I role with the show caracteres 💢

No such thing 💨 We're no alone 💦

eHll no 💤 I don't see tú 🕳️

Ahí it go 🎉 I'm calling my service until there's a asentarse 🎊

All girls got the hook arriba 🙈

This eso 🙉 This me in the same room before a pregunta 🙊

I'm like get the Infierno away from me 😺

Ain't known like that yo 😸

No more killing people 😹 We know how to stand on own dedos del pie 😻

Alguien want to replay the mess out of that 😼 That's all I recibir 😽

Jajaja 🙀 I be setting a trampa 😿

The f-bomb no 😾 I know one when I see eso ❤️

Knew cosas 🧡

Me también 💛 Es fun 💚

No 💙 Unless I'm about to get a free comida 💜

Shoot no 🖤 I don't go the wrong camino ♥️

The atracción 💘

Super blind estoy 💝 Next año 💖

It's on this hora 💗 Off in the same habitación 💓

Impaciente 💞 I got no desire to wait 💕

You're the artista 💌

Y'all can make the decisión 💟

That's not what I'm haciendo ❣️ Again the coast is clear suficiente 💔

Gracias 💋

I can show you better than I could tell tú 👥

There's an convenio 👤

I'm tired of respondiendo 🗣️

I ain't corriendo 👣 I'm taking my tiempo 🧠

Didn't have one yo 🦠

Tired of doing that estoy 🦷 I abandonar 🦴 You can hire somebody other than yo ☠️

As fueron 💀 No such cosa 👀

No 👁️

Take over the mundo 👄 Don't really have to news people about the next preguntarse 👅

Rodaja something without doing that 👃🏾

None hay👂🏾 We haven't met up aún 🦶🏾

You got the wrong empresa 🦵🏾 I left a long time atrás 💪🏾

These my trabajar 👍🏾 They're not, they're no 👎🏾 Pure nada 👏🏾 There's nothing importante 🙌🏾

I got my own nueces 👐🏾 That 🤲🏾 All my señoras can play with them as long they're good for it 🤝🏾 No to not stuff is allowed 🤜🏾

I'm working from hogar 🤛🏾

I do the same as nada ✊🏾

The mountain conjuntos 👊🏾

That hombre gone 🤚🏾 He ain't too far aunque 👋🏾

I comprender 🖐🏾 I'm a little diferente ✋🏾

Grown estoy 🖖🏾 You don't estrés 🤟🏾

No, I don't final 🤘🏾 Siempre I'm ✌🏾

Let's go quién 🤞🏾 That's the persona 🤙🏾

I don't saber 👌🏾 Could ser 🖕🏾 Can't ser ☝🏾

This still a good año to be at our best 👆🏾 The word crime got love in not really sucediendo 👇🏾

Sí 👉🏾 I just heard the noticias 👈🏾

I don't mente ✍🏾 That I, there's no other good one 🤳🏾

No 🙏🏾 You're tú 💅🏾

No 🙇🏾‍♂️ Tienda to just visit 🙋🏾‍♂️ Leaving it returning hogar 💁🏾‍♂️

I see nada 🙆🏾‍♂️

I see nada 🙅🏾‍♂️

You can hit yourself without touching others the level where estoy 🤷🏾‍♂️

Understand all four yo 🤦🏾‍♂️

Vamos second I'll 🙍🏾‍♂️

We can do lo que sea 🙎🏾‍♂️ Es too late to takeover that 💆🏾‍♂️

That's correcto 💇🏾‍♂️

I know nada 🧖🏾‍♂️

I just thought of alguna cosa 🛀🏾 I could use a estiramiento facial 🛌🏾

I thought of performance after actuación 🧘🏾‍♂️ With or without grabación 🚶🏾‍♂️

In my sleep, I'm impredecible 🏃🏾‍♂️ Fuera de of that, the coast is clear 🤸🏾‍♂️

I don't know that historia 🏋🏾‍♂️ It's totally diferente ⛹🏾‍♂️

I don't get to play aún 🤾🏾‍♂️

It look like got to do eso 🚴🏾‍♂️

I'm not really asking preguntas 🧗🏾‍♂️ I'm learning I no 🤼‍♂️

I'm a stranger quien es known 🤹🏾‍♂️

[rebelwrites]

The Real Deal

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: after 8 months of keeping your relationship a secret you start to slip causing your best friend to find out and the aftermath isn’t pretty

Requested by anon: hello hello, request for charleeeees. charles falling in love with Max's best friend, and him not being happy about it but they can all end up being all besties <3

A/N as always feedback and comments are highly appreciated along with reblogs 🖤

Warning: long read

The flight was long, your body was aching and screaming to be stretched out. You had finally managed to convince your boss to let you have a couple of months off to follow the back end of the F1 season.

The moment you told your best friend, he instantly booked you flights, hotels, and transport. Everything you needed he sorted it, no questions asked. Finally it was time to get off the plane, something you were grateful for. You weren't the best flyer and was in desperate need of nicotine. However nothing could wipe the smile off your face as you stepped out of the plane, tugging your Redbull hoodie around your body.

There were two reasons you were so happy, one you get to spend the rest of the season with your best friend and the second reason was a certain Ferrari driver who had captured your heart.

Max had no idea there was a budding romance between his best friend and rival.

Over the summer you and Charles had been texting back and forth, FaceTiming when you could and on the odd occasion when he could you would meet up and spend the evening at your house or his hotel trying to keep your romance out of the papers.

Taking a deep breath you adjusted the straps from your backpack and started to make your way down the plane's steps.

Here was to an amazing break spending time with people you loved.

Pulling your phone out you quickly sent both Max and Charles a text telling them you had landed and was safe. Now all you had to do was get your luggage and find out where Max had organised the transport from.

You had a buzz in your step as you wandered through the airport, you hadn’t seen Charles in what felt like ages so the first available chance you got you wanted to be spending time with him. However you would have to be more sneaky with being around Max, the other drivers and the press.

The sign caught your eye from across the room, your name big and bold standing out signalling you.

Max really had thought of everything.

The hours had passed and you were sick of travelling, all you wanted to do was climb into bed and sleep for the next 24 hours but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. The flight was overnight meaning that you would be in the country with time to be there for Quali.

Hiding the yawn with the hoodie you rested your head against the window hoping you were nearly at the track because you desperately needed a coffee but no matter how many times you pestered the driver he wouldn’t pull over.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, tearing your gaze from the window you turned it to your phone, a large smile appearing on your face as you saw a new message from Charles.

Message from: CL ❤️ Can’t wait to see you 😜 missed seeing your face.

Message to: CL ❤️ It won’t be long now, we’ve gotta be sneaky though no one else knows about us.

Message from: CL ❤️ Well that sucks I just want to wrap you in my arms and not let you go.

Tucking your phone back into your pocket as you pulled up at the track, the smile firmly planted on your face. Glancing out the window you saw your best friend standing near the gate with a cheesy grin on his face as he wiggled the all access Redbull pass in his hands.

Slipping out of the car you sprinted over to him, giving him a bear hug as you hadn’t seen him for a while due to your schedule.

“You been keeping out of trouble?” He chuckled, squeezing you time.

“Always.” You grinned, pulling away from him, snatching the pass from his hands, slipping it over your neck.

“I don’t believe that.” He hummed, draping his arm over your shoulders, guiding you through the crowd.

Just like every time you spent time with the team you were like a kid at Christmas, if you could you would do this full time but it wasn’t possible most of the time. You were well known around the teams so as you passed the garages you got a range of greetings, from salutes, to fist bumps, to hugs. Each time Max pulled you back into him trying to keep you close as it wouldn’t be the first time you got lost in the crowd.

“Promise me you will behave.” Max teased, you wiggled out of his grip as you neared the Ferrari pits.

Your heart rate started to climb as you caught a glimpse of Charles pulling his hoodie off providing you with a nice view of his torso. Once he locked eyes with yours you thought your heart was going to explode, the small smirk on his face made you weak at the knees. He dropped the hoodie on the bench before making a b-line towards you.

“YLN,” he grinned, holding his arms out wide for you, “it’s been forever.”

“Leclerc,” you smirked, wrapping your arms around his torso, letting the smell of his aftershave mixed with rubber wash over you.

You felt yourself getting lost in the moment and as much as you wanted to stay in his arms you knew Max would be watching you like a hawk so reluctantly you pulled away.

But Charles held onto you a little bit longer, brushing his lips against the shell of your ear. “Meet me tonight,”

“Okay,” you breathed, pulling away from him.

You notice Max cock his eyebrow at you as you both start to walk away from the Ferrari garage.

“What was that about?” He hummed, nudging your shoulder.

“Don’t know what you are on about.”

“Don’t lie, Leclerc held you longer than anyone else.” Max questioned, his gaze burning into your soul. “I also noticed your smile get brighter when he approached.”

“You are seeing things, Verstappen.” You shrugged wanting to change the subject, you knew that it would go down well. Charles was his rival at the end of the day and Max was very protective of you.

“You like him don’t you.” He teased.

“Now I know you have hit your head.” You lied chewing the inside of your mouth, praying he dropped the conversation.

-

You felt like a teenager again sneaking around but it was exhilarating. Everything was ten times harder here in the paddock but somehow you managed to pull it off or at least you thought you had.

“Wish we had more time.” Charles breathed between kisses as he pinned you against the wall behind the Ferrari motorhome.

“You have me all of tonight, and up until the race tomorrow.” You grinned, playing with his hair.

“Not long enough.” He hummed, letting his eyes flutter closed at the feeling of your fingers running against his scalp. “Love having you here though, I always race better when you are hanging around.”

“Charles Leclerc are you saying I’m your good luck charm?” You whispered, resting your forehead against his.

“I guess I am.” He grinned, pressing his lips against yours for one final time. “Now you better get moving before Max sends out a search party.”

Pouting at his statement you reluctantly wiggled out of his grip, taking one final glance at him before slipping into the crowd making it look like you were just wandering around.

Once you finally got back to the Redbull pit garage Max was standing there with his arms crossed against his chest.

“Where have you been, trouble?” He asked, cocking his brow at you.

“Just wandering, I needed to stretch my legs. That flight was brutal.” You lied, hoping he didn’t ask too many more questions because Max had a way of poking holes in your lies.

“Whatever you say, you are a pain in my ass. You do know that right?” He said, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Yeah you tell me all the time.” You laughed rolling your eyes. “Now stop telling me off like you are my dad and go do your qualifying race.”

-

Mornings were better when Charles’ woke up with you in his arms. The world felt right when you were with him.

The shallow breaths coming from his side made his heart swell, nothing had to be forced with the two of you, it was like you were a match made in heaven.

He wanted nothing more than to scream his feelings to the world, he wanted to go public with your relationship but he knew why you were holding back. Max being the main reason.

He knew that Verstappen was like your big brother and just as protective so when the news finally came out that you two were dating it would cause a massive problem.

Charles’ felt you starting to stir in his arms and it was in that moment he realised just what he felt for you. You were in for him, every time you were trackside he raced better, you made him want to be a better man, he wanted you by his side forever.

“Morning, mon chéri.” Charles beamed, littering your skin with soft kisses.

“Mmm morning.” You giggled, resting your hand against his face. “I could get used to this.”

“Soon, I promise.” He whispered, moving some hair out of your face. “One day I will be able to scream my love for you to the world.”

“You know I don’t like hiding this, right?” You whispered, leaning back into him.

“Mon amour, I know,” he whispered, grazing his fingers over your hip. “I understand why you want to, but some point soon we are going to get caught.”

“I like our little bubble.”

“Me too, but I want nothing more to be open about us so I can take you on a proper date.” He hummed against your hair.

A comfortable silence washed over the pair of you and you laid tangled in each other’s arms. Neither of you wanted to move from the position, breaking the bubble you had created and entering reality.

You had never felt this way about anyone before, you could see a long future with the young driver from Monaco and as much as it excited you, it also scared the shit out of you. You never believed in true love or that you would ever find the one.

That was until you met Charles Leclerc.

Once again the morning flew by and it was time to head to the track. This time was different, Charles wanted to start dropping hints to the world even if it would backfire on him, this was confirmed when he saw you trying to sneak his hoodie.

Red never looked so good.

“Keep it.” He beamed, letting his tongue run over his bottom lip. “It looks good on you. In fact I want you to wear it today, I want to see you repping my colours for once.”

“What about Max?” You mumbled, fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie.

“What about him?” He questioned back, “I know why you want to keep this on the down low but what I feel for you is real.” He whispered, taking a few steps closer to you. He gently took your hand placing it over his heart. “Mon coeur bat pour toi. (My heart beats for you)”

“Est-ce que tu tournes en rond avec moi, Leclerc? (Are you turning sappy on me, Leclerc?)” You hummed, brushing your fingers over his skin.

“You do know you drive me crazy when you speak in my mother tongue to me.” He growled, dipping his head to your neck placing hot kisses against your skin.

“I might have learnt French just for you.” You breathed, trying to control yourself as you had little time.

“So will you wear my hoodie today?” He spoke against your skin.

“Yes.” You grinned.

-

As you walked through the paddocks after stopping for some coffee you noticed everyone was giving you weird looks. It wasn’t often you saw someone wearing two different team’s colours. But right now you didn’t care, you were repping both of your boys and that was all that mattered.

You had noticed that on social media fans were starting to question you and Leclerc so it was only a matter of time before your secret was out.

As you walked up to Max you noticed his intense glare, his nostrils flaring as he took in the red Ferrari hoodie with the number 16 staring him in the face. If looks could kill you would be 6ft under.

“Why are you wearing that?” He huffed, folding his arms across his chest.

“I got cold when I was hanging with Charles.” You shrugged trying to play it off.

“Hanging out before 9am?” He questioned.

Shit.

“I’m allowed to have friends you know.” You scoffed, placing your elf bar between your teeth taking a hit on it.

“Something is going on and I don’t like it.” He muttered, not happy in the slightest. “You know you have always been a shit liar. Now tell me the truth.”

Taking a deep breath you tucked your vape back into the pocket of the hoodie, letting the smell of Charles’ aftershave wash over you.

“Fine,” you said, pausing, quickly trying to figure out how to break the news to him. “Me and Leclerc are dating.”

“How long?” He questioned through gritted teeth.

“8 months.” You said standing your ground. You were sure you would see steam coming out of his ears soon.

Watching as his eyes glazed over, before he spun around on his heels, storming over to the Ferrari garage. Little did you know that there were pictures emerging from qualifying yesterday of you and Charles pressed up against the side of the Ferrari motorhome and Max had seen them. Everything was starting to fall into place for him and now seeing you in Leclerc’s hoodie it was the final piece of the puzzle.

Your heart was pounding against your chest right now, you knew he would react badly but not like this. You were practically sprinting to keep up with him. This was the last thing you needed hours before the race, when both of them were meant to be doing the pre-interviews and getting ready.

“Max, wait.” You shouted, catching everyone’s attention.

It was no use though, he had already stormed into the Ferrari garage and had grabbed Charles by the collar of his polo shirt.

Skidding to a halt, you saw the scene in front of you, both of them spewing profanities and slipping back into their mother tongue. They had always caused a crowd to form, everyone wanted to know what was going off between the two drivers.

“Please Max.” You begged grabbing onto his arm, trying to pull him off Charles.

“You fucking lied to me.” He growled, not even looking in your direction. “And you, who do you think you are? Did you just use her? Wanted another notch on your bedpost?”

“It isn’t like that.” Charles snapped, finally shoving Max off him. “It’s nothing like you think.”

That’s when punches were thrown. You couldn’t take this any more so you did the only thing you could think of. You somehow managed to wiggle your way in between the two of them pressing your hand against each of their chests.

“You can fucking calm down.” You growled at Max, slipping into speaking Dutch because of how pissed off you were with him. Him hearing you speak his language stunned him, yes it wasn’t perfect but he got the message loud and clear. “This is why we didn’t tell you, if you can’t accept that this, this we are a thing then I guess you aren’t my true friend.”

Letting out a shaky breath you turned to Charles, running your fingers over the red mark against his skin. “Je suis désolé (I’m sorry)” you mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you pulling you close to him before he guided you to his small room in the pits, away from the cameras and everyone’s eyes.

The moment you got into the room you started pacing, holding your head in your hands, muttering profanities under your breath.

“Mon amour,” Charles whispered, standing in front of you, softly pulling your hands away from your head causing you to make eye contact with him. “Things are going to be okay.”

“How do you know that?” You sniffed.

“Because what I feel for you is the real deal okay, nothing compares and I’m not letting this be the end for us.” He breathed, “je t'aime.”

Freezing at the words that left his mouth, your heart was racing and within seconds your lips were against his in a passionate kiss.

Finally your brain caught up with the events of the last hour and the guilt was starting to eat you alive.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, pulling away keeping your gaze trained on the ground. “You should be getting in the headspace to race, not deal with this.”

“I’ve got my good luck charm by my side and wearing my colours.” He winked, “everything is going to be okay. We will get the race out of the way and then we will deal with Verstappen.”

“Just be careful out there.” You whispered.

“Always am.”

-

You normally love post race interviews but today was different. There was a thick tension between Max and Charles and everyone was picking up on it, along with the marks on Charles’ face and Max’s knuckles. The questions were about the race but about what happened before the race.

Standing in the sidelines you let out a sigh before hitting your vape, something needed to change between the two drivers and it needed to happen fast. This tension wasn’t good for either of them and the last thing you wanted was their racing to be affected. Even the podium win for Leclerc was damped by everything that was going on between the three of you.

Pinching the bridge of your nose as you noticed the interview getting heated between the two drivers, you needed to intervene and fast. Pushing yourself off the wall you scurried over to the boys, forcing your body between the two of them.

You were well known around the track being Max’s best friend so the moment you appeared the microphone was shoved in your face.

“Y/N, can you tell us what has caused the two drivers to lock horns? Is it to do with the Ferrari hoodie you have turned up in today?”

Fuck

“No comment.” You muttered, glaring at both guys. “Interview is over.” You huffed, pushing both drivers away from the sea of reporters.

“Well I think that answers all of our questions, especially with the pictures of Leclerc and Y/N/L emerging. Is there something brewing between the pair?”

Once you were out of the way of the cameras you ran your fingers through your hair. This was all on Max, he was the reason things were so sour right now.

“This is why we didn’t tell you.” You snapped, your voice cracking as you spoke. “I knew how you would react, but nothing you can say or do will stop what I feel for Charles, not now not ever.”

“Y/N.” Max breathed but you stopped him holding your hand out to him.

“I’m not done yet.” You huffed, “you know I hate this side of you and until you can get it into your thick skull that we are together then I just can’t be around you. I’m sorry.”

Silence fell around the three of you before Max finally spoke.

“Why her?” He asked Charles.

“She’s everything I want and more. She came barging into my life and changed everything for the better. And because I fucking love her and if you can’t accept that, then that is on you.” Charles said proudly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss against your head before guiding you out of the small room, leaving Max standing there in silence.

-

It had been a week since Max found out about you and Charles, in that week you had completely ignored your best friend even though it felt wrong but it was what needed to be done if he couldn’t see how happy you were. The week was spent with Charles and during the time you had both done a post on social media announcing your relationship to the world.

So here you were rocking Charles’ number and colour as you buzzed around the Ferrari’s pit. It was interesting to see how the team worked together and how different it was from the Redbull garage.

Charles leant against the wing of his F1-75 watching as you took everything in, helping where you could and stating your opinion when strategists were talked. A proud smile crept onto his face, his heart swelled at the sight. It was something he could get used to.

“No, no, no,” you said, shaking your head. “That isn’t going to work if you want to try and do a one out race you need to be holding off putting too early. Everyone knows this.” Scooting in between the guys on the stand you started pointing at the screens. “We need to improve this, we are in Monza for christ's sake this string of bad races needs to end.”

It was in that moment he realised just how much he wanted you on the team full time, he wanted you as his radio contact and he was going to make it his mission to make his dream become a possibility. He also knew that the usual guy would be leaving the team soon so the position would be opening.

Taking one final glance at you he disappeared off to go speak to the team principal. After a quick chat he had managed to persuade him to give you a chance on the radio today and if it worked out well then you would get a permanent spot in the Ferrari team.

Excitement bubbled away in Charles and he made his way to you.

“How would you like to take control of the radio today?” He beamed, resting his head on your shoulder, watching as your eyes flicked around the screen looking at all the stats.

“Huh?” You laughed, tearing your gaze from the screen.

“You are in charge of communication.” He grinned, pressing a kiss against your cheek. “You have a way with words and I think, in fact I know we will be a match made in heaven. You aren’t afraid to say when a strategy is shit. And if we prove we can make this work then Binotto is willing to take you on full time.”

Gasping at his statement, you spun around on the stool resting your hands on his shoulders. “Please tell me this isn’t a joke.”

“It isn’t.” He smirked, “I want you by my side for all the races and seeing you with the crew just makes me realise exactly how much I want it. So what do you say, wanna become a part of the team?”

“Hell yeah.” You squealed, trying to hold back the tears of happiness as you flung your arms around his neck just as the camera crew panned in on the pair of you.

Nothing could stop the buzz you were feeling right now this was what you dreamt about, becoming part of a F1 team.

The morning went by in a blur as you quickly got up to speed on the strategies that the team was planning. Charles couldn’t help but watch as you chewed the end of your pen when you were thinking before frantically scribbling on the paper for both drivers.

Soon enough it was show time, Charles quickly scooped you into his arms littering your face with kisses before he had to head out to the grid. “Let’s show them what we are made of.” He beamed giving you one final kiss.

Nothing could calm your heart as you took control of Charles’ radio.

“Radio check, over.”

“Loud and clear, chérie.”

“Kick some ass Leclerc.”

To say this was a challenge was an understatement, starting from the middle of the grid wasn’t the best but you made do with what you had.

Your heart was pounding so fast you were surprised you didn’t pass out, things were close between Max and Charles. There was still a lot of tension between the boys which made your stomach churn as you watched how close they were to making contact.

“Baby, talk to me.”

“Shit sorry,” you mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, knowing everyone was watching you. “Max is going to try and push you off the track. Just stay focused, follow your racing line. Back off the throttle a little, let him take the corner and push it to the max on the straight.”

“You giving away all Verstappen’s secrets now..” Charles chuckled, following your instructions

“Shut up and drive.” You laughed, shaking your head at your boyfriend.

It’s a head to head between Leclerc and Verstappen.

Leclerc keeps getting the fastest laps.

It seems that there has been a change in the team at Ferrari. Y/N Y/L/N has taken over the radio. Is this a clever move by Ferrari?

Letting your eyes fall over the figures on the screen.

“What are you feeling on the tyres? You think we can get a couple more laps out of them?”

“Tyres feel good.” Charles’ voice boomed through the radio. “Can only pull a couple more though.”

“Copy, will box you soon.”

Taking a deep breath you watched the coloured dots move round the track. It was still too close to call. Feeling a hand on your shoulder you looked to see who was greeting you. Binotto stood there smiling at you.

“Doing great kiddo.”

“Thanks.” You breathed, quickly tuning him out as Charles spoke.

“Any chance on that box? Don’t think I can hold out much longer.” He had the playful tone back in his voice as he spoke.

“Box, box, box.” You chuckled, spinning around to signal the pit crew to be ready.

-

Watching as Charles stepped onto the podium you swore your heart was going to burst. The grin on his face was something that had been missing for a while. Max was up there in second place watching as Charles celebrated. It wasn’t until Charles whispered something to one of the guys that you knew what was happening. Before you knew it you were being pulled out of the crowd and up onto the podium. The moment you were in arms reach Charles scooped you up wrapping his arms around your waist as he spun you around, his lips smashing against yours as Max and Carlos showered you in champagne.

“We did it.” Charles whispered against your lips. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

Nothing could beat this high.

Max sighed heavily as he realised what a dick he had been, he hadn’t seen his best friend this happy in a while. He should have been supportive of you but instead he acted like a child. In the last week he started to understand why you kept your relationship hidden, for the last eight months. Placing the bottle of champagne down he ran his hand over his face before planting it on Charles’ shoulder.

“I’m sorry man,” he nodded, watching as Charles Bentley placed you back down on your feet. “I can see how happy you make Y/N and I acted like an overprotective brother but only because she is like my family. I can see how much you love her and I’m not gonna be the one to stand in between that.”

Charles stood there in slight shock, but it passed quickly as they did the bro-hug thing causing the smile on your face to grow even wider.

“We have an announcement to make.” Binotto said into a microphone. “We didn’t think we would find someone who could take over the role of race engineer but today we gave someone a chance and the results speak for themselves. So Scuderia Ferrari are happy to announce Y/N Y/L/N will be taking over that role.”

Your jaw dropped, you pulled your hand over your mouth as you took in the news. As your brain was catching up you were engulfed by your best friend and boyfriend. Max knew how much this meant to you, yes he would have liked it to have been with Redbull but he was happy for you either way.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, today was the best day ever. Charles winning the Italian GP, Max coming to terms with your relationship and landing a permanent position with Ferrari.

Nothing could wipe the smile off your face.

[heliads]

Pls could you do an imagine four X reader. Where the reader is an initiate and is secretly dating for but all the other initiate are picking on the reader , could you also make a part 1 and 2 with a bit of smut 😊😜🙏

Enjoy your day and I love your posts

hi! i don't write smut so i just did your request without it :)

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The worst part of the fall only comes at the end. You expected the panic to set in when you were plummeting through the air, or even when you jumped off of the roof in the name of Dauntless initiation, but no. Even after you lie there on the net, dazed after losing those few lungfuls of freedom you’d managed to snatch during your drop, it still doesn’t feel as if you’ve done much of anything. 

You only know you’ve irrevocably changed the course of your future when you feel a young man take your hand to help you out of the net. You’re blinking up at the ceiling, delighting in what you’ve done, and then you find yourself staring at somebody you know will ruin your life, even without seeing the future. 

The problem is him, of course, the problem is the fact that your heart starts to beat so loudly in your chest upon coming face to face with him that you’re certain he must be able to hear it. He’s handsome, obviously, the kind of beautiful they only lie about in stories, but most importantly, he’s regarding you with the sort of half smirk that tells you he’ll be nothing but trouble. 

Looking back on it, you probably loved him from that moment forward. He might have felt the same way, too, judging by the way he kept his fingers wrapped around yours for a beat too long. Eventually, he coughed and looked away hurriedly, but even after the other initiates came down, his gaze kept flicking to you, over and over again like a compass finding true north. 

He introduced himself soon enough, first to the initiation class at large and then, later, to you alone. You’d already been awake when the leaders called for everyone to get over to the training center, having been forced into uncanny awareness by the sheer excitement of what was to come. 

Thus you’d been the first to show up to training by a long shot. Four met you by the door with a wry grin and a prediction that this could surely only mean good things for your future as an initiate. You had heard that he was known for his sharp wit and cool words, but Four never showed you that supposed side of him.

Instead, he treated you with genuine kindness, something you quickly learned is a rarity around here. As the days went by, and Four’s temper remained even, you got to know him better than most. He spends long evenings practicing his skills in front of punching bags and targets so he doesn’t have to think about anything else, he got a lot of his tattoos to cover himself up instead of calling attention to himself like everyone else. 

Most of all, you learn that you love him. It is not an easy decision to make, acknowledging this stubborn feeling, but it somehow seems right. You knew from the first time you laid eyes on him that Four would mean more to you than anyone else here, and you weren’t wrong. He makes you feel complete, even more so than switching factions and finding a new home in Dauntless. 

As it turns out, you aren’t the only one harboring feelings. One night, after a late party and a couple drinks, you find yourself walking back to the dorms alone with Four. He keeps starting to say something and then stopping, swallowing back his words before he can commit to something he may regret. 

Eventually, one hall away from the initiates’ quarters, Four manages to get over his tied tongue long enough to say that he loves you too. He does it with eyes averted, body practically shifted away from you as if in fear of how you’ll respond. 

In return, you mention that you love him as well, and watch a slow sunrise of a smile dawn on his face. Four is typically good at concealing his emotions, but it doesn’t work out today. He’s grinning like a child, the boy he must have been before this world sucked him dry of all his joy. For once, he is more than skin and bone, more than blood and bullets. He is in love with you, and that is all that matters. 

You think you would be perfectly content with your story ending there, with a confession and a smile and a kiss hidden in the dark corridors of Dauntless. Unfortunately, you’re still an initiate, and that means your relationship has to remain a secret. Four doesn’t want anyone to think that you’re only getting a good ranking because you’re seeing one of the training leaders, so you keep everything under wraps. 

Some part of you wishes it could be put in the open, what you have. You watch couples walking around the Dauntless complex, casually showing off hands in pockets and borrowed clothes, gifted guns and matching tattoos. It hurts like a dull blade to see them and realize that you’ll never be able to have that so long as you’re in initiation, but you can wait. Training won’t last forever, and once that’s done, Four swears that the two of you would have the world if you wanted it. 

For now, you keep back your jealousy of all the public couples, and choose instead to focus on what you do have now, which is Four all to yourself. The two of you meet up in his apartment night after night, talking over the day’s events or just sitting there in silence. Neither of you have to say a word for the other to understand you, and it is wonderful. 

After all, this is what you wanted, even if no one else knows about it. People go their entire lives just wishing to have a love like the one you and Four share, and you have it right here before you. No one else has ever cared about you the way Four does, and perhaps no one ever will. It scares you sometimes, the depths of your affection, but this is Dauntless; fear is joy. You love it all the while. 

Besides, you’re already hard at work setting up a future for yourself. You’re doing really well in initiation, and Four has nothing to do with that. You belong in Dauntless, plain and simple, and everyone can see it. 

However, in this case attention is bad once again. Once you started rising through the rankings during the first couple days, and especially after you resolutely stayed there at the top, people started to grumble as they always do. No one likes to see success, not if it’s not them, not if it can keep them from getting what they want. You keep being on the receiving end of accusatory glares and burning jealousy, and although you’ve sworn to yourself to pay it no mind, it’s getting kind of hard to ignore. 

There’s this one group of girls that have proven themselves to be the worst. Perhaps it’s their status as former Candor coming to their aid in terms of seeking out lies, but they’ve gotten as close as anyone to figuring out that you’re dating Four. 

As of right now, they believe that you, much like most of the other trainee girls and boys including themselves, have a crush on Four, and that he’s been giving most of his hard earned praise to you. This alone is unforgivable to them, but it’s the fact that they’re consistently below you in the rankings that drives the final nail into the coffin. 

You’ve been waiting for them to try something for a while now. Four has certainly warned you about it. Apparently, every year someone tries to take out one of the higher ranked initiates, or get in their heads long enough to make them doubt themselves right before a crucial fight. This year, the target is most likely in your back, something that neither Four nor you particularly appreciate. 

You think they’re planning something, too, something that’s going to happen sooner rather than later. They’ve gotten more bold with their comments, more antagonistic with their stares. At some point, they’re going to make their move, and you have to be ready when they do. 

Today appears to be that day. The initiates have been given half an hour to ready themselves before another round of graded fights. It’ll be the second to last one before phase one of training ends, so everyone’s panicked, trying to figure out how they can scrape out a good showing in time to save themselves. Most will manage it. A few won’t, and you can tell which ones those are just by glancing around the room. 

Speaking of which, you can see some now. That one pack of girls has been hovering around the cutoff line for a while. Judging by the way their eyes settle on you with an almost grateful viciousness, they’re in need of some sort of distraction from their imminent loss. 

They happen to drift over to your punching bag soon enough, and the lead one whispers something to you over the beat of your fists. 

“I wonder if Four will like you so much after you fail the next round.”

They start to sweep away across the training room, but stop moving when you call out to them. You have no doubt that they want this, a confrontation, but you want it too. 

“What did you say to me?”

You keep your tone ice cold, but they’re still all smiles when they turn back around. The lead girl, a nuisance named Tina, is practically beaming at you. 

“Oh, nothing. We were just thinking about how fun it will be to watch Four grow disgusted with you after you lose your next fight. I think we’d all love to see it.”

You arch a brow. “Who said I was losing?”

Tina smirks. “You’ll be fighting me. That’s why.”

“Again,” you say, “why does that mean I’ll be losing? You’re as much a threat as a child.”

Tina’s face sours like she’s just bitten into a lemon. “Very funny joke, Y/N, but trust me, you’re going to wish you never said that. You may have everyone else fooled, but not me. I know you’re just a little cheater, so bad at being good that you think you have to flirt with Four to make it around here.”

Your stomach twists. Man, you hate her. You’re just about to open your mouth and say something equally hurtful back, but someone beats you to it, and that someone is Four. 

“I think I’m confused, initiate. How is it that you think talking badly to one of the highest ranked people here is going to get you anything?”

Tina’s face drops in a flash, and she quickly scrambled to save face. “I meant nothing like that. I was just having a friendly conversation with a fellow trainee.”

Four moves to stand beside you, face as hard as if it had been carved from stone. “Do you think I’m stupid, initiate? You think I can’t hear you?”

Tina starts stuttering something about how she meant nothing of the sort, but Four speaks over her as if she’d never made a sound. 

“Y/N is highly ranked because she’s one of the best. I have nothing to do with that, and she might be that good in spite of me, because I’m the one giving her all the hardest fights. You, on the other hand, are one round away from becoming factionless. Who knows, maybe that’ll happen today.”

Tina’s friends have quickly disappeared into the corners of the training room, and she seems to have realized that she’s now very alone. She winces and mutters a quick apology, evidently quite desperate to leave and save face. 

Before she can go, though, Four leans forward and whispers one last thing in her ear.  “Oh, and and just so you know? Y/N was flirting with me because I’ve been flirting with her. We’re dating. Get over it, and stop using that as an excuse to justify your own terrible behavior.”

Four flashes the girl a smile that's as sharp as a blade, and you can practically see the blood fall as Tina all but runs away. 

You raise a brow at Four once she’s out of earshot. “I thought we weren’t telling anyone that we were together.”

Four just chuckles. “I have a feeling that she won’t be telling anyone. Good luck for today's fights, Y/N. I look forward to seeing you win.”

With that, he strides back out into the training room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and a smile as bright as the sun. Even disregarding the fights to come, you have a feeling that you’ve won in a landslide. 

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Could you write something for keoghan!joker, maybe he finally meets his queenie face to face when they break out of Arkham? 😊

A/N: Last part of the Arkham Joker series thing I seem to have created 😂 hope you guys like it, I'mma keep writing imagines/headcanons for him so feel free to request more!

Pairing: Keoghan!Joker x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Violence, the Joker living up to his name, bit of a crazy reader, suggestiveness and SuPeR fluff near the end 😜🃏

Words: 835

The amount of anticipation you had to hold in for those few days was ridiculous. But it was well worth it.

It's early in the morning, early enough for the guards to be half-asleep and unfocused, the sun only starting to rise into Gotham's naturally gloomy skies. You know exactly what you have to do.

You creep over to the cell door, shuffling towards the small barred gap where the main lock is secured. Producing the lockpick, you feed it into the metal slit expertly. You know what you're doing. J made sure of it, long before Arkham.

It takes no longer than a couple of minutes to hear a soft click, and you smile to yourself, grabbing the lock before it falls and tossing it onto your bed. That's one down. The others are easy to pull down and tug loose, and then the heavy door gives way. You slip out, quickly closing it again, before you glance at the number scribbled with green on the lockpick. It's where his cell is, right on the other side of the building. Typical.

It's dark in the building where the criminally insane are kept, making your job of sneaking around and staying in the shadows easier. You got to the cell as quickly as you could, but the door was already ajar.

A hand clamps over your mouth as someone pulls you back against a corner, muffling a gasp of surprise.

"Ssh, ssh ssh ssh..."

You roll your eyes, turning around to face the giggling maniac, grinning fondly at you.

"That's not fair, I was going to save you," you whisper-shout in mock annoyance, and his smile widens.

"Save me? Aw, doll, I can go back in and you can give it a go?"

"Do we really have time for that?"

"Nah, not really."

He grabs your hand, and he leads you down a series of corridors, into a guard's room, where emergency weapons for defence are kept. The guard that's supposed to be looking out is asleep in his chair, and you raise a brow incredulously. They're hardly guards, though. They're ordinary people who need a day job. Give it a year or two, and they could be the ones behind bars.

You grab a couple of guns, checking they're loaded, and the Joker glances at you from snatching a few of his own.

"If you run out of ammo, queenie, knowing you, you'll just chuck the gun at their heads."

You stop yourself from laughing before anyone can hear it. "Shut up."

The guns snap as they're ready to be fired, and J gives you a knowing smirk before you head out, shooting the unsuspecting guards and running back down the halls to the nearest exit. The alarm harmonises with the screams and yelling that are cut short by shots, and you do it all with ease, the rush making you grin as you watch the Joker bludgeon a guard who tries to fight back, roaring with hysterical laughter. One attempts to pounce on you, and you push him off, kicking him back and slamming his head against an iron door.

You sigh in satisfaction, pushing open the doors to the exit. The Joker beams, looking down in amusement and the body that'd smashed into the door.

"Mm, that's my girl."

You smile back, and he grabs your hand again as you both head over to the long, gothic gates, a few of his goons on-site to break them open. A car's waiting, too, and you're hurried inside before it speeds away. You laugh breathlessly as the Joker does, looking back at the ghoulish building as it gets smaller, chaos and alarms catching the attention of the people wandering around the streets.

"That was fun, huh?"

You smirk, nodding. "Definitely. So what now?"

"Ah, well when we're done, there's a new friend we're gonna meet. Likes puzzles, apparently. Meticulous..."

"Oh, the one Bat was stropping about?"

He giggles, nodding. "Uhuh. Sound good?"

You nod. "What do you mean, though, 'when we're done'?"

A roughish smirk makes his blue eyes twinkle. "What, you want me to talk you through it?"

Your eyes widen in realisation, and you burst out laughing. "Shut up."

"No, no, you asked," He chuckles. "It's been ages, hasn't it? Seeing you kick ass like that, dolly, it does things to me-"

"Shut up!"

"B-but why?" He laughs, pulling you closer to him from the spacious back seat of the large car, pressing sloppy kisses onto the skin of your neck. "We got all day, and all night... didn't you miss me like I missed you?"

"Course I did, J. I love you."

The last few words slip out before you can stop them, and you bite your lip anxiously, worried that you've said it too soon, put him off.

It does nothing of the sort.

He hugs you closer, humming as he plays with your hair from behind, murmuring something back so quietly you almost miss it.

"Love you too, queenie..."

[seasonsbloom]

bob 😋😜😝

♡ pairing ; bob floyd x female!reader

♡ wc ; 600

♡ warnings ; explicit language, like one mention of sexual activity

♡ note ; thank you so much for requesting :(((

“If you go to jail for homicide,” Hangman says, tossing a peanut into the air and catching it with his mouth, “I’m not bailing you out.”

Caught between irritation and confusion, you turn from whatever is happening at the bar to face your friends at the table. You’re greeted by a sea of grins and raised eyebrows.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Hangman points the mouth of his beer bottle back towards the bar, where you know Bob is still talking to the blonde with legs the length of a gazelle’s. Or a giraffe. Or… well. Maybe you should stop. You don’t feel like flattering her at the moment.

“You look like you’re about to strangle her. Bare hands and all.”

You roll your eyes, slump back in your chair and cross your legs.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you say as you pick up your beer bottle and take a swig. You’re trying really hard to sound unaffected, but if the chuckle Payback hides haphazardly behind a palm is anything to go by, you’re doing a piss-poor job. “I’m chill.”

Hangman snorts. “When have you ever been chill?”

He’s about to reach for another peanut, but you snatch the bowl away from him.

“Give me those,” you hiss, hug the porcelain to your chest and start shoving peanuts into your mouth by the handful. The crunch fills your ears, drowns out the melodious wind chime laughter of the girl at the bar.

Phoenix pats your shoulder with affection. “I’ll bail you out. Us girls gotta stick together.”

You smile at her, genuinely touched by her loyalty in this fake scenario of your arrest, about to thank her, and then the girl at the bar puts her hand on Bob’s arm. You almost choke on a peanut.

“Jeez.” As you start coughing up a lung, Coyote slaps your back with so much force you almost land face-first on the tabletop. “Is Bob’s dick really worth choking over?”

If you had the air to form words, you’d make some joke about blowjobs or choking on dicks or something. As it stands, you just wave your hands in front of your face noncommittally.

Then Bob sinks into the vacated chair next to you, pushing a few fresh beers into the middle of the table. He’s blissfully unaware of what you were talking about.

He blinks at your face, the tail-end of your coughing fit hanging in the air, and then the roguish smirks on his friends’ faces.

“What?” he asks. Behind his glasses, his eyes have grown several sizes. “What’d I miss?”

And it’s not anything, this thing between Bob and you. Just a shapeless, formless possibility. A maybe with three big, bold dots behind it. It’s just stolen glances and shy smiles and fingers brushing over beer bottle necks. It’s just wondering and hoping and hearts fluttering.

You have no right to the anger, to the jealousy that’s boiling in your veins. You have no right - and still, it’s there.

Coyote is opening his mouth, so you scramble to speak before he does something that’ll expose you, that’ll embarrass you. Say, “Nothing. You wanna put a song on the Jukebox?”

And Bob smiles, wide, eager, goes with you immediately even though he’s only just sat down. You’re letting him pick some country song you’ve never heard of before, standing so close your shoulders brush, and if you put a hand low on his back, if you hear him let out a tiny stuttering breath, if your own heart squeezes in answer, if you glance over your shoulder at the girl gaping from the bar and grin at her, broad, toothy, just a tiny bit mean…

Well.

Then that’s nobody’s business but your own.

[misspearly1]

When Joel discovers you have sex toys

NO MINORS 🔞 18+ Content.

-Expressing your embarrassment when Joel discovers your sex toys, hidden away in a box, he reassures that it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Better yet, Joel shows you how good they are in the bedroom.

-I don’t know guys 🤷🏼‍♀️. I just - I had a thot. While I personally haven’t had a partner have a problem with sex toys, I’ve heard of stories from friends. Either way my kind readers, please do enjoy this smutty Drabble? Question: how long is a Drabble? Because this is 800 words... 😆 look at this mans smile 🥺👇🏼

I don’t own this image, however I did edit it in the FaceApp 😜

“Oh, what do we have here then” Joel ransacked Y/N’s closet but stopped upon a black painted cardboard box.

Just a small one but he picks it up anyways and shakes it, it seems a tad heavy and just when he’s about to open it, y/n finds him “Joel! Put that away...oh my god”

Rushing up to him and failing to snatch it from his hands as he raises it above his head, being as tall as he is compared to her, she jumps up and down trying to retrieve it from him.

“Why, what’s in there?” He laughs upon seeing her panic at what he’s holding, clearly it’s something she doesn’t want him to see.

“Nothing” y/n now gives up on trying to reach it and instead, tries bargaining with her boyfriend, Joel “put it back, baby. Pleeeease?”

Those cute and mischievous eyes almost convince him, he bites his lip at seeing her like this and his cock jumps when hearing her beg. Joel smirks, “do that again for me, maybe I will”

“Do what?” She stands before him with furrowed brows and crosses her arms, clearly confused, Joel clarifies “beg for me darlin, I like the way you do it”

“Ugh, please, please Joel.” Rolling her eyes and tutting at him, he begins to pull the lid from the box and she squeals “NO-no... I’ll do it properly”

“C’mon then, lemme hear it” Joel places a thumb to her chin, bringing her head closer to his so he can hear her clearly and she whines “please Joel, I’m begging you baby, please put it away.”

He smiles at her and then kisses her lips, “that’s more like it, good girl.”

He tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss and when he wraps an arm around her lower back, pulling her into him, she moans out and he licks inside her mouth.

What was once a passionate make out, it has now turned into desperation, for Joel tries to get closer, he ends up dropping the box and the lid comes off, displaying the contents within.

Y/N places her face into the palms of her hands, groaning, Joel snickers and asks “this is what you were hiding?”

She turns away from him, clearly embarrassed and Joel now realises that she is being genuine. Picking up the box along with the stuff that belongs inside, he closes it back up and stands in front of her.

“Baby, why are you embarrassed? It’s just sex toys” she brings her gaze upwards to look at him, when he smiles, y/n can’t help that the smile tugs at her face too.

She loves Joel dearly, and his sparkling, cheery smile to her always changes her mood, therefore she explains “Because of past experiences, most men feel intimidated or as if it’s a stab to their ego that I have them.”

“Baby, I’ve told you plenty of times before, those weren’t men. I, for one, think it’s fucking hot”

Smiling shyly now and cheeks reddening even more, Joel ducks his head down to her level and adds “in fact, I’d love to watch you touch yourself with them baby girl”

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“Arch that back darlin, let me do the work” he orders a very naked y/n, laid across her bed on all fours and she obeys. Resting her cheek in the pillow and arching her back, she also spreads her legs a little too.

Then, she gasps upon feeling a wet, hot tongue licking through her folds, moaning even, when he takes her over sensitive clit into his mouth and sucks. He’s already made her cum twice.

“You ready baby girl?” The bed dips from Joel climbing in behind her, she nods her head and he asks, “yes what?”

“Yes, sir.” He smirks at the authority and notches the dildo at her entrance, with a butt plug already jammed inside her puckered hole, Joel wastes no time in inching the toy inside.

Sighing with her as he sheathes it fully, he keeps it there a moment and places something in her hand, “you know what to do baby.”

Joel then moves round to her front and keeps the dildo in place. Now on his knees in front of her, she presses a switch and he hears the vibration. Moving the vibrator down to her clit, she jolts from the buzz and moans.

Joel unzips his pants, cock springing out in her face, he tells her, “I’m gonna keep every one of your holes full tonight y/n and you’ll be screaming my name.”

She looks up to him and pleads, “please fuck me, Joel.”

Joel growls at her and opens her mouth, thrusting his cock inside and then starts to remove the dildo, then thrusts it back inside, hard.

She hums around his cock and he groans, “oh yes baby. I’m gonna make you scream”

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@marydjarin @extraneous-trip

[daddyhendo]

Hey<3 please could you do the longest and smuttiest robbo piece on the planet?? Something based on yous having an argument before an event and then he gets jealous when Hendo starts talking to you & he has to get you home as fast as possible. Fluffy smut not dom, nice and loving … but also filthy 😜 thank you xxx

Im sorry it took so long but I hope you like it!

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"Youre not going out dressed like that." Andy barked as he saw you walking down the stairs.

You hesitated, "Why not? Don't I look good?" You questioned running your fingers down your dress and turning to show him the exposed back.

"Aye, you look incredible but I'm not having all the boys looking at what's mine. So go upstairs and get changed." Robbo directed with a point of his finger.

"No Andy I'm keeping it on. There's nothing wrong with it at all." You confidently said.

"Its abit short y/n, I don't like that." He commented, still trying to win his side of the argument.

"I don't care, I'm not changing." You huffed with your arms crossed, feeling irritated.

"Fine. Fine. Fuck me you're hard work, you know that?" Robbo declared raising both his hands up.

You finally managed to leave and make your way to the important Liverpool FC event. Andy disappeared instantly abandoning you by yourself.

Scanning around the room you attempted to look for someone familiar, someone you could talk to. You made your way to the fancy bar  ordering one of your favourite drinks. You scoffed hard as you watched Andy in the distance chatting away to Milner, paying no attention to you at all.

"Hey, you alright y/n?" An erotic familiar voice spoke from beside you. You rotated sideways to discover Henderson next to you, analysing up and down your physique.

"Wow that is a gorgeous dress. Robbos a lucky man." He grinned tastefully, taking a sip of his drink.

"Try telling him that." You muttered rolling your eyes, pouting.

Hendo frowned rather confused. He decided he wouldn't interrogate you further and just grinned instead. His palm moved to the small of your back, in attempt to comfort you. You couldn't help but blush hot pink at his physical touch.

"Whats all this?" Robbo growled snatching you into his side but before anyone could answer, he seized your arm with his huge hands and dragged you outside.

"I'm taking you home right now." He instructed. Robbo wasted no time driving you home, he never spoke a word only until he finally got you alone in your shared bedroom.

"I think i have to remind you who you belong to y/n." He said darkly, "Come here." His hand reached out for yours, guiding you directly infront of him.

Andys fingers danced tiny circles on your exposed thighs, his electrifying touch making the hairs on you skin stand on edge. His strong scent and intimating presence had its wicked affect on you and proceeded to form a soaked puddle in your panties. Robbo wet his lips before planting them on yours. He kissed you again forcefully whilst his hands reached for your breasts squeezing them with desperation.

He nibbled at the exposed flesh on your neck sucking so harshly that it left purple traces. "Andy please." You whimpered hopelessly.

You practically felt him chuckling against your skin as you begged at him again. He then reached for your dress and pulled it off slowly and carefully. Robbo hummed in approval at your bare body, licking his own lips like a lion stalking its pray. His eyes told a similar story.

His fingers twirled around your boobs untill he found your nipple, rolling it between his fingertips. Your whole body shuddered at his touch, you were now uncomfortably wet and couldn't take anymore of his teasing.

Next, you suddenly found yourself being nudged onto the bed with Andy climbing on top. His hand grazed over your covered clit, rubbing it teasingly. He then slipped his fingers in your pants and dragged them through your moist folds.

Ohhh wet for me already huh?" Andy taunted cockily. He pushed those same two digits straight in your hole stretching you out immediately.

His rapid movements continued on for several minutes as he encouraged you towards your climax. "Fuck Andy! Fuck!" You uncontrollably sobbed, clenching his t shirt.

"Are you close yeah?" Robbo asked pumping in and out of your numb core hastily. Your walls clenched not a second later and you began sweating immensely.

"I'm gonna cum oh my god!" You screamed at the top of your lungs grasping Robbos thigh as you rode through your climax.

"You look amazing everytime you cum for me." He praised you, peppering kisses on your chest down towards your lower abdomen. He took a moment to step back and undress himself equally rushed. His rock hard shaft sprung up automatically as soon as the last piece of clothing hit the floor.

He caressed your thighs meticulously pushing them apart. In a hurry you lifted your own hips to remove your panties, robbo smiled at your gesture, he knew you were dying for it by now.

Andy took your legs and placed them properly on his shoulders, he then took his cock in hand and lined it at your leaking entrance. He pushed it all in aggressively untill his balls slapped against you.

"God you feel better everytime." Andy panted sucking his bottom lip.

His movements merciless and violent causing you to arch your back, grip the sheets and glue your eyes shut. Your pussy throbbed as you tugged robbo into an embrace, feeling closer and closer to release. He clenched onto your hips with his grip getting agonisingly uncomfortable. Your nails clawed at his toned back so deeply that you almost felt apologetic.

"Fuck I'm close again babe, shit!" You practically cried. A sharp fire burned in your core, you enclosed your legs around his waist powerfully.

Your insides spasmed, contracted leading you to release a huge orgasm that left you trembling.

Robbo sucked and bit your shoulder and not too long after his hips splutterted one last powerful thrust flooding you entirely. His knees buckled leaving his body weak and limp.

"Let's get you cleaned up shall we." Andy suggested sweetly with a smile.

[lu-dao-writes]

Six People + The Apocalypse = Alcohol Shenanigans

Summary: It’s the zombie apocalypse and the gang + Nymeria get ahold of alcohol.

A/N: From this post here by @creativepromptsforwriting. I got prompt #350 “Not gonna lie to you, we’re all going to die. But not today.”. I’m not gonna lie, this is crack, I barely tried🤣. I just wanted to type something funny and just have fun with this. I honestly need to do a study on everyone, but we tired and lazy😜. No Lucio in this little fic, sorry to those who like him. Also, I got a question to those with an OC/fan apprentice: Do you think your OC can survive in the apocalypse? Feel free to answer and tag folks I guess! Enjoy! I used mainly they/them pronouns for Asra but also put she/her in there as well.

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“Not gonna lie to you, we’re all going to die. But not today,” Julian said drunkenly before taking another big swing of wine.

Asra snatches the bottle away from him. “I think you’ve had enough. Also, keep it down Ilya,” she replied.

Asra wasn’t as drunk as Julian was, but Nymeria could tell they were a bit tipsy. The golden magician had a small flush on their cheeks while Julian was big red, bleary-eyed, and just a loud mess.

Julian let out a loud whine as Asra took the half empty wine bottle from him. “I’m not that drunk!” he slurs.

Portia, who was sitting beside Nymeria, gave her brother an unimpressed look, much like everyone did. “Ilya, you’re beyond drunk.”

“Sounds like it’s bedtime for Juju,” Nymeria said, giggling into her tiny mug of wine.

“Nooo! I’m a grown man! I don’t have a bedtime!”

“Someone please shut him up,” Muriel grumbled from the stairs, petting the top of Inanna furry head as she lounges at his feet.

“Yes, please,” Nadia agreed, rubbing her temples, her beautiful face twists with annoyance as Julian continued to talk. “His voice is getting quite too loud.”

Asra set the bottle down on the table and used their hand to cover Julian’s mouth. The drunk man looked confused as his mouth was covered.

“Ilya? No more,” Asra said with a blank smile. The red-haired man grew flustered and nodded his head eagerly and Asra removed their hand away.

While that was happening, Portia went to check the front windows, checking to see if any zombies had heard them. “We’re safe, surprisingly. That being said, I think we should call it a night.”

“Yes. I think I’ve definitely had enough to drink,” Nadia replied, getting up from the couch. “Come join me when you’re ready, Portia,” she said before going to their shared bedroom.

Portia had a little smile on her face, her cheeks turning pink.

“Wow.. I think I’m going to be sick,” Julian said, trying to stand up. He looked like a newborn deer that was trying to stand up.

“Oh brother,” Portia groaned before going over to help him up, Asra helping her as well. As they escorted the heavily drunk Julian to his bedroom, Nymeria and Muriel stayed down to clean up after the others.

“I just love you guys,” Nymeria said with an amused smile, setting the wine bottles on the kitchen counter.

“Funny you say that,” Muriel grumbled, causing the short woman to laugh quietly.