#i think i made fun of them when i first watched an older race but nah nah theyre peak

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Enough For You - Lando Norris

: Lando Norris x Reader

: All Y/n wanted was to be enough for Lando

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: Author's Note - I had been so busy with work that this kept on getting delayed but anyways it's finally here! lmk what you think.

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Yourname: Running around the city with my favourite papaya boy (Osc yk it's always you he paid me to say that)! At this point I deserve an award for how many years I've put up with your antics <3

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oscarpiastri: Wow so this is what betrayal feels like (It's okay i know I'm your favourite, let little Lando Norris have his fun)

-> landonorris: i- bitch please I'm older than you

-> yourname: @/landonorris shhhh let the grown ups talk

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landonorris: oh please you love it!

-> yourname: do I now?

-> landonorris: 😏

-> User73: THIS SEXUAL TENSION AHHH!!!!!

-> User21: And then they say "we're just friends" ya just friends my ass

User93: Hmm so Lando spent his only day off during race week with y/n....interesting

Y/n waved as she watched Lando drive away from her doorstep. Today had been like a fever dream. When Lando called her, asking to spend time with her, Y/n was over the moon. It was like wishing for something and having it come true. As she entered the house, she got a text from Lando:

Lando 🧡: I had a lot fun! thanks for keeping me company today!

Smiling to herself, Y/n made her way into her bedroom. There at the vanity mirror was a photo of her and Lando from when they were 18 years old. It was the night they both went for a bonfire with some of their friends. It was also the first time Y/n realised that she was madly in love with Lando. She doesn't know if it was the melted marshmallow that he somehow managed to get in his hair or the fact that he noticed her getting cold amongst so many people at the bonfire and offered her his hoodie, a hoodie that she still wears to this date, but somehow, surrounded by friends, all Y/n could see was Lando, sitting on a wooden log, looking back at her from between the flames that rose from the wood. 

As she got ready for the night Y/n got another text from Lando:

Lando 🧡: Just got home

Lando 🧡: Again thanks for today, everyone I called was busy or just didn't want to go. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been there

And the bittersweet feeling was back again. For Y/n, Lando was the sun; he was the center of everything. There was not a day that went by without him not being on her mind - their impromptu coffee runs, their inside jokes, their stolen glances. Yet every time Y/n let herself believe that something was going to happen between them, she was always met with disappointment. It seemed like she was always a convenient option for Lando. Someone he'd come to when he had no one around but would easily disregard when he found someone more exciting. Y/n thinks about all those times she spent crying because she felt used. About the time when Lando threw her a birthday party and then proceeded to spend the entire night hitting on almost every girl present at the venue. The worst part is that Y/n wasn't even mad; instead, she was sad about the fact that she wasn't one of the girls. All she would ask for at every birthday wish, every 11:11, every rainbow she saw was for Lando to finally see her.

Y/n could feel herself get emotional, so she decided to browse through her phone, when she got a notification on Twitter.

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LN4Updates: Lando Norris in today's twitch stream!!

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User32: hmm ok let me quickly just go and bleach my entire head 🏃🏻‍♀️

User43: He does seem like he would like blondes more

-> User51: What do you mean?

-> User43: Idk blondes are prettier, they seem to have more fun and lando is the kinda guy that enjoys that ig

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-> are you perhaps maybe idk just taking a wild guess here could be absolutely off dying your hair b****e??

One thing that Y/n was extremely grateful for in her friendship with Lando was being able to befriend George. Over the years, he had become like a brother to her, and because of George, she also got to know Carmen. She was like a breath of fresh air, and Y/n doesn't know how she would manage her life now without Carmen by her side. The moment they met, it was like they had known each other their whole lives. Carmen was always protective of Y/n. All those times that Y/n found herself crying over Lando, Carmen was always there with her, consoling her. She knows that Carmen wants the best for her and that she's disappointed that Y/n is dying her hair to make Lando like her more, but how can she not? The boy of your dreams likes blondes more, and she would do anything to make him like her. Looking up at the mirror, Y/n stared at her tied-up brunette locks. In the reflection, she caught sight of a book kept on top of her table. She let out a bitter chuckle, remembering the time Lando had posted that book and talked about how impressed he was with it. Like an idiot, Y/n got that book and read it word for word, in hopes that Lando would think that she is smart and that they have more in common than he might think. Instead, Lando barely even registered her comment about the book; he was more focused on the waitress who was taking their order. 

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whowhatwear: In this month's cover story, we uncover all the aspects of Y/n L/n's personality we don't get to see on the internet. From starting her modeling career to being heavily involved in Formula 1 ("I got into F1 because of a close friend of mine and since then I have done everything I can to support women in motorsports"), we discuss life struggles, personal growth and more in this month's cover at the link in our bio.

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Yourname: Thank you so much for having me!!! I can't wait for everyone to see this month's edition <3

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User88: umm hello since when did you go BLONDEEEEE 👱🏻‍♀️

-> User02: I swearrr! i screamed so loud when I saw thisss

carmenmmundt: SO PROUD OF YOU!!!!!

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-> Yourname: Ahhh thank you Carrr 💕

-> User66: I want what they have!

landonorris: You look absolutely breathtaking in this one @/yourname

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User09: I feel like I have died and reached heaven <3

User69: Serve queen 👸🏼

landonorris: Can't takle my eyes off this post!!! Running to get the copy 🏃🏻💨

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yourname: Did someone say tanning season ☀️

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User88: And then they say "we're just friends"

-> User02: I swearrr

landonorris: Prettiest blonde I know

-> yourname: 🙈🙈

User93: @/landonorris whatever you're recording over there, we better get that clip or else

landonorris: The sun came out pretty good didn't it 🤭

-> yourname: It did! I wonder who the artist was

-> landonorris: Must be someone amazing, I mean mad skills right there 🔥

-> User43: HE DREW A SUN ON HER!!!!!!!

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landonorris: SPEEDCO is out now on quadrant.gg check it out!!! Also watch me and ria slay

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riabish: Letsgooo 🙌🏻

riabish: The best looking duo out there!!!

-> landonorris: you know it 😏

User62: you guys look soo goood togetherrrr

-> User55: ikrrr like date already!!

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-> Love Party Boy!Lando 🍾

Lando quickly posted a story before he kept his phone back and continued to talk to the girl in front of him. George, Lando, Charles, and a couple of other drivers had decided to go clubbing before race week, and so here Lando was surrounded by friends, enjoying himself. So lost in his conversation, Lando did not notice three pairs of eyes on him. From afar, Y/n, Carmen, and George watched Lando interact with some blonde girl. The three of them had decided to come together for the club.

Y/n felt like laughing at her fate; no matter what she does, he still won't pay attention to her the way she wants him to. Even with her now blonde hair, he was still talking to someone else. Lando made his way towards the trio with the girl from earlier. "Hey, mate, how's it going?" he asked George before turning towards Carmen and saying, "Carmen! It's always a pleasure to see you. You look fabulous, by the way." Lando turned towards Y/n and gave her a nod before taking a sip from his drink, not bothering to say anything else. 

"Good mate, don't you want to, say, compliment Y/n too?" George asked, having seen the look of hurt on Y/n's face when Lando didn't say anything about her. "Nah mate, yk it's just Y/n; she's not the compliment type," Lando said before laughing and throwing an arm around Y/n's shoulder.

Pain, hurt, and embarrassment. That's all Y/n felt under Lando's embrace. She could see the girl from earlier smirking at Y/n after Lando's comment. Suddenly she felt hot, the kind of hot that makes you want to disappear entirely. Carmen saw right through Y/n's fake smile after what Lando had just said. She knew Y/n needed a moment alone, away from this scene and, most importantly, away from Lando. "Y/n I wanted to go touch up my makeup. Would you accompany me to the restroom?" Carmen said and grabbed Y/n's hand, pulling her towards the restroom. 

George and Lando went to the bar to get another drink when George said, "You know, that was kinda mean back there." Lando looked at George, confused. "What you said to Y/n," said George. Lando just shrugged and said, "Yk, how it is with me and her, we're always like this." "Do you know she likes you, like more than a friend?" George couldn't help himself; he knew he'd hear from Carmen and Y/n about this, but he just couldn't control himself. "What?" Lando looked at George, a little shocked. "Ya man, she does. Idk why you keep on chasing these meaningless girls when you have someone as amazing as Y/n by your side, and what for some hours of pleasure?" George said this before he took a sip of his drink and looked at Lando. "Why didn't she say anything?" George just shrugged at that. Lando's mind went back to all the interactions they've ever had, trying to piece together a moment that might confirm this theory that George had just blurted out. 

Meanwhile, in the restroom, Carmen was trying to calm down Y/n "He's just stupid; don't listen to him. You know how many people have come up to try to talk to you today. Don't let him ruin your night," said Carmen. Y/n running hands through her hair, "Ya, but none of them were him, and now he just went ahead and embarrassed me in front of everyone like that." Taking a deep breath, Y/n said, "I think I want to go home. Ya, I'll see you tomorrow for the practice." With that, Y/n rushed out of the restroom and towards the exit. 

Lando saw Y/n leave in a rush and followed her. "Y/n,"  "Y/n wait up." She heard Lando's voice but continued to make her way towards the exit to book a cab for herself. "Wait up, where are you going? And are you booking a cab? It's not safe to take a cab this late," Lando said as he caught up with her at the exit. "It's okay; I'll manage just fine. You can go back to the party now," Y/n replied bitterly before typing in her address. Just as she was about to confirm the cab, Lando took her phone from her hand. "WHAT?" Y/n said a little louder than she had intended to, making a few people look their way. "I'll drop you; please, let me," Lando said before he took her hand and led her to his car. 

The journey was filled with silence; not a single word was exchanged between the two of them. Not even a single glance—well, not from Y/n at least—because Lando kept looking at her every few minutes or so. Growing tired of this weird air in the car, Y/n asked, "Do you want to say anything?" Lando just looked back at her without saying anything. "If not, then please stop looking at me again and again," Y/n said. "I can't help it; you look absolutely stunning," said Lando. Y/n scoffed at that comment before saying, "Oh, why the praise? I thought I wasn't the compliment type." Lando internally regrets saying that now. "Look, I know that you like me. George told me," Y/n felt her heart drop, waiting for Lando to continue, to tell her that he was not interested in her and that she could never be his type- "And I want to give this a try," said Lando, breaking her from her thoughts. "Whatt?" Y/n, not believing her ears, asked again. "What do you mean by you want to give this a chance?" Lando stopped the car at the traffic light before turning to look at Y/n. Taking a hold of her hand, he said, "I want to see where this goes. We have such great chemistry, and everyone else also seems to think the same. I want to give us a try." "So, what do you say, Y/n, L/n? Will you date me?" Lando looked at Y/n, expecting her to answer; what he didn't expect was for her to pull him in for a kiss. It was only when the car behind them started honking that they pulled away from each other. Lando drove Y/n back to her house. The car was filled with silence again, but this time, rather than tension, it was filled with this newfound excitement. 

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landonorris: Another week, Another race!! let's make the most of this one ����

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User22: Ummmm so are you not gonna talk about how YOU'RE KISSING Y/N

User01: Ofc betrayed by my favourite driver 💔

Yourname: Let's get podium this week

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Formula1Updates: Sebastian Vettel bids farewell to Formula 1. Lewis Hamilton organized a celebratory dinner in honor of the legendary Vettel. All drivers gather together with their wives/girlfriends to celebrate the fantastic journey of Seb. Here is a photo of all the drivers outside the restaurant. Click the link in the bio to learn more!

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User22: The end of an era!!!

Y/n looked around at all the people that had gathered here to celebrate Seb. She had not known him for that long, but when she needed him; he was there for her. It is funny how they first met; it was the race after Y/n's birthday, and Lando had invited her to the paddock as a way to make up to her for ignoring Y/n during her birthday party, which he threw. Y/n was so excited to spend time with him, but all that excitement died down when she got to know that Lando had also invited some of his other friends. Still, she tried to get along with everyone for Lando's sake but it was of no use. Lando barely exchanged a few words with her, instead he spent his entire time with his other friends, which included a bunch of models from Instagram. Y/n remembers how she had gone for a walk in hopes to make her self feel better when she ran into Seb. He just had a way with people, upon seeing her Seb immediately knew something was wrong and what was meant to be a quick 5 min walk to clear her mind turned into a 2 hour ranting session for Y/n. Rest is all history, since then Seb sort of took Y/n under his guidance, always giving her advise when she needed it.

Y/n felt someone stand next to her, and when she turned, she was face-to-face with the man of the evening himself. "Not getting bored, are you?" Seb asked Y/n while giving her a little nudge. "Of course not, just sad that I won't get to see you in the paddock anymore," Y/n said as she let out a sign. Gently pulling her in for a side hug, Seb said, "I see you got the guy!" This caused Y/n to turn her attention to Lando. There he was, the boy she had fallen in love with a long time ago, falling in love with her too. It was as if he could sense her gaze, because at that moment Lando turned to look at Y/n and smiled at her before going to talk to more people present at the party. "Yes, now you no longer have to listen to me mope over him, huh?" Y/n said as she smiled at Seb. "Just know that if he ever breaks your heart, I'll slash his tyres," Seb playfully threatened as he took a sip of his drink. Y/n laughed at his comment before excusing herself to go talk to Alexandra and Carmen.

After a while of chatting, Y/n started to wonder where Lando was. Making her way around the room, she saw him talking to some brunettes. So many people were invited that Y/n had no clue who most of them were. As she made her way towards Lando, she saw the girl raise her hand to fix his hair. Y/n could feel jealousy brewing in her. Quickly making her way towards him, she threw an arm around his waist and greeted him. "Hey, babe, where have you been? They are about to serve dinner; I thought I should come and get you," Y/n said as she looked at the girl in front of her. "Oh yeah, let's get going. I'll talk to you later, Luisa. It was lovely meeting you here, and again, you look amazing. Have a great night," Lando said as he wrapped his arm around Y/n and started walking towards the dining area with her.  Y/n forced herself to smile; she told herself that it's okay; Lando is with her now. All these meaningless compliments to other girls are not going to do anything to change that. At the end of the day, she gets to go home with him, not them, and that's enough. Y/n knew there was no point in dwelling on this; it was not going to do her any good, and if she brought it up, it might cause a fight between them. So instead, Y/n turned her attention to the food in front of her and the people around her. Taking part in their conversation, so she could forget the thoughts plaguing her mind.

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yourname: Too many memories, too many people to tag! What a dinner it was Lewis! Gonna miss having Seb around 🫂

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sebastianvettel: Gonna miss terrorizing mclaren with you @/Yourname

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-> mclaren: 😟

lewishamilton: Thank you Y/n <3 Really glad you we're able to make it

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carmenmmundt: It's you and me against the world 💕

-> Yourname: Forever and ever 🤞🏻

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User68: Okay but way hasn't Lando commented???

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landonorris: Had one of the best trips in Dubai!!! Can't wait to visit again 🌵

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maxfewtrell: Best part was when you fell from the camel 😂

-> landonorris: what the hell mate!! you were supposed to keep that a secret

User01: Shirtless landooo 🤤

User48: Omgggg Lando and Luisa look so cuteeeee

-> User03: Dudee he has a gf why would you ship him with her??

-> User48: Honestly I think they look better together

Y/n felt hurt and disappointed. Boys trip! That's what Lando had said, so when she saw him post pictures with Luisa, she felt her heart sank. For a moment, Y/n was still ready to ignore this; maybe she was there at the same time, or maybe they did plan to go. Who cares? She trusts Lando, and that's all that should matter. But all the comments under his post talking about how he looks better with Luisa and how Lando and Y/n should have never gotten together made her question everything.

Unable to think straight, Y/n called Lando:

Lando: Hey, babe (he greeted cheerfully)

Y/n: (For a second, Y/n wanted to forget about all of this and just not make things worse between them) Hey Lan, How was the trip?

Lando: Oh, it was great. I had so much fun; the boys and I went on a safari and all too!! It was just amazing

Y/n: Oh, did the boys have fun?

Lando: Yes, it was honestly one of the best trips I've ever been on

Y/n: Why was Luisa with you guys? (Y/n went straight to the topic, tired of beating around the bush)

Lando: (hesitant) What do you mean, she came on the trip with us?

Y/n: You never told me she was also going. Why did she go anyway? I thought it was just an "all boys trip," or is Luisa one of the boys now?

Lando: What do you even mean? Of course not. Luisa came because I invited her. That day at Seb's dinner, we had such a good conversation that I asked her if she wanted to come with us. I mean, what's the big deal anyway?

Y/n: What's the big deal? The big deal is that you failed to mention to your girlfriend, who is still me, that you were going on a trip with another girl who, by the way, you met a couple of weeks ago. And now you're telling me you invited her?? Do you see why I am having a hard time trying to wrap my head around this?

Lando: Honestly, you're making a bigger deal than it actually is. Ya, so I invited her. It's not like I fucked her or anything, and forgive me if inviting a friend on a trip is a crime.

Y/n: A friend I'd still understand; she's not your friend Lando, and if anything, you should have asked me to come and not her!

Lando: Is that what the problem is—you're jealous I didn't invite you? Honestly, Y/n that's just pathetic, even for you. Your constant need to be around me 24/7 is so annoying sometimes. Do you ever think that maybe I invited Luisa because I can't stand this clingy behaviour of yours? But, of course, you'd never think about how you might be at fault here. I just feel like you can never be satisfied, like ever. Every time I talk to a girl, you have an issue. I mean, if it's such a huge issue, then let's just end things. That would make things a lot simpler for the both of us.

Y/n: No, wait, I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry if you felt like that. I had no idea that you were feeling like that. I swear, I don't have an issue with you interacting with other girls. It's just all these comments online that have been getting to me.

Lando: You know, they always say random things. People ship me with any beautiful girl they see me with, but that doesn't mean that it will come true. You should be so easy to control that even meaningless comments get to you.

Y/n: Ya, I'm sorry

Lando: It's okay. Now, what are you doing tonight? There is a party I want to attend, and I wanted to know if you'd like to come with me

Y/n: Oh, nothing, I'm free. Pick me up at 8?

Lando: You got it! Anyway, I should get going.

Y/n: Bye, I love yo-(Lando hung up before she could finish)

Signing to herself, Y/n opened her chat with Carmen

Y/n: Hey, sorry to inform you at the last minute, but something came up and I won't be able to make it tonight. (Y/n felt guilty about ditching Carmen on their movie night. She knew if she told her the real reason, Carmen would be extremely upset with Y/n, but more than that, angry at Lando)

Carmen 🤎: Is everything okay??

Y/n: Ya, ya, everything is fine. I just remembered this thing I had to complete that I forgot because I kept on procrastinating.

Carmen 🤎: Ofc you'd do that 🤦🏻‍♀️ How many times have I told you to use the planner I gave you? It would make life so much simpler for you

Y/n: Ikkkk I'll use it again next time!! I swear 🫶🏻

Carmen 🤎: Good 😌

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-> You're out partying again??

Yourname: Ya! Lando got invited to this club so now we're here patyinggg

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-> Where did you gooo?? come backkkkk i msisss youhhh

Yourname: are you drunk?? lol ok I'm omw to find you <3

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LN4Updates: Lando Norris and Luisinha Oliveira were spotted in the Mclaren vicinity. The two previously went on a trip together to Dubai. Fans on Twitter are convinced that these two are seeing each other and that Norris and Y/n L/n have broken up, but there is no confirmation from all the parties involved. From what we can gather, Norris and Oliveira seemed to have a friendly conversation. Some fans present at the race claim that they saw Norris being a little more affectionate towards Oliveira, but nothing can be said for certain. Is this the end of Norris and L/n, or is there more to the story?

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User20: NOO don't tell me they broke up!!!

User82: Honestly I kinda knew this was gonna happen. I mean Y/n is not really Lando's type. I was really surprised when they had announced they were dating

-> User08: Okay but who asked you for your opinion?? They are perfect

-> User77: I'd have to disagree. Lando and Luisa are more compatible you just don't want to accept the fact that lany/n are not that great

Y/n was fuming. She felt as if someone had slapped her right across the face. Even after letting Lando know about her concerns and reservations about him hanging out with Luisa, he went ahead and did it again. Was this the reason why Lando urged Y/n to take a break from the constant travelling? So that he could have Luisa in the paddock with him? Y/n was disgusted; she felt used and discarded. She changed everything about herself—her hair, the way she dresses, the way she talks—hell, she even started to go to his stupid parties with him to make him like her more. There is always a breaking point in everyone's life, and Y/n had reached that. 

Y/n could feel hurt and anger taking over when she heard the front door of her house open. Lando was home from the race. Without wasting a second, Y/n barged into the living room, only to find Lando relaxing on the couch. "How dare you!" Y/n screamed at Lando. If she wasn't so mad, she would have laughed at Lando's confused expression. "What? What do you mean?" asked Lando. "Don't play dumb with me. I told you how I felt about her, and yet you still invited her to the paddock." Y/n could feel tears pricking her eyes. "What? Luisa? How many times do we have to go through this? At this point, I might as well date her. Because clearly, that's what you think I am doing anyway. You might as well make your wish come true," Lando finished. "I hate you, Lando Norris. I fucking hate you so much. I changed everything EVERYTHING for you. I wanted to be like all those girls you usually like. I changed the way I wear makeup; I changed my freaking hair color because you said you liked blondes more in a stupid stream." Y/n let out a shaky breath before continuing. "When you told me you wanted to give us a try, I was so happy. It felt like the universe had finally heard my prayers. I was so happy that I spent the entire night lying on my bed with a huge smile on my face. You know, I always feared that this would happen. I knew that you'd leave me the second you'd find someone more exciting," Y/n said as she wiped the tears streaming down her face. "I had no idea you felt like this," Lando said. For a second, he almost sounded genuine, like he finally saw how his actions had affected Y/n. "I'm sorry you felt that way," Lando said as he looked back at her. "It's a little too late for sorry now, Lando. You have done the damage," Y/n said. "I said I was sorry. Why can't that be enough for you? What do you want me to do? Stop talking to every girl I ever see." Lando said, getting frustrated with how things were going. "I should have known that this was just a waste of time. I would have had such an easy life if George hadn't opened his big mouth and blabbered about how my life would be much better if I just gave you a try and stopped chasing after meaningless pleasure. If only I had known that I was just choosing one meaningless pleasure over another," Lando said as he finally let his frustration take over. Y/n couldn't take it anymore. "Get out! Just get the hell out of my house. I don't want to see your face ever again. I regret the day I met you. I regret it with every fibre present in my body," Y/n said as she watched Lando leave her house, but not before slamming the front door shut. 

Y/n broke down, sinking to the floor. She took her phone out to text Carmen.

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landonorris: Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years 💕

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User02: Wait does this mean that Lando and Y/n are no longer together??

-> User54: Did you not see the story Lando posted the other day?? I think that was enough to confirm that 💔

User98: He used lyrics from loverrr!!!! this boy is down bad

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User82: I'm happy that he is happy but isn't this too soon? like he just broke up with Y/n. I mean the least we can do is wait for a month or something not just a few days!!!

-> User66: That's so true! I was thinking the same thing. I mean unless....This has been going on for a while! That's the only explanation cause why else would he jump into a new relationship so quickly??

-> User82: I mean it could be! Do you think this is why George unfollowed Lando??

Y/n saw Lando's post, confirming that he was with Luisa. Y/n hated that girl. She had everything Y/n could have wanted, and she didn't even have to change herself to get Lando's attention. Tired of feeling sorry for herself, Y/n made her way to her bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, all she could see was a part of her that she no longer liked. A pathetic part of her that tried everything just so she could get a boy to love her longer. Frustrated, she got into her car and drove to the salon she always goes to. It was about time she felt like her old self again, and the easiest step in that direction was getting rid of the sad blonde locks that covered her head.

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F1Gossip: Bye bye Lando! Y/n L/n, the former girlfriend of Lando Norris, was spotted getting cozy with singer/songwriter Shawn Mendes. The two reportedly first met when they were doing a campaign together for Tommy Hilfiger. Ever since the announcement of Norris's new relationship, L/n has become radio silent. Apart from posting a single story and work-related content, L/n has left her fans guessing about what's been going on with her life. Neither Mendes nor L/n have commented on the paparazzi photos that captured them looking anything but friendly. Is there a new couple on the block or are they "Just Friends?" Stay tuned for more updates on this situation!

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User11: Ohhhh not the "Just friends" shadeeee 🫢

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shawnmendes: Nothing to see here, just me, my beautiful girlfriend, and our little baby 🦮

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Yourname: The most perfect family I could have ever asked for <3

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georgerussell63: The baby in question is a grown ass dog that tried to chew my shoes the other day

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User33: Omggggggg Y/n looks so hapyyyyyy and they have a doggggg together!!!! my hearttttt

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AllthingsF1: Trouble in paradise? Lando Norris and Luisinha Oliveira were seen engaged in a heated argument right before today's qualifying. This comes at a time when Norris has been going through a rough patch these past few races; from constant crashes to DNFs, Norris can't seem to catch a break. Is this off-track drama affecting his performance, or is this simply a coincidence? Some also believe that this could also be the result of Y/n L/n announcing her new relationship. Could this be the downfall for Lando Norris, on and off track?

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F1Tea: Lando Norris is out of the race again! After yet another crash, the chances of Norris and McLaren doing well in the championship seem to be decreasing, race by race. Many fans blame Norris for getting distracted and not performing at his best. Some believe that this poor performance is the result of issues Norris has been facing in his personal life. After his breakup with Luisinha Oliveira, Norris has not been coping that well. Norris also seemed to like a few tweets (now unliked) about his relationship with Y/n L/n. Norris broke up with L/n a few months ago, after which the two have not been in contact. He also immediately got together with Oliveira after their breakup. It's about time that Norris gets out of this slump he's been going through if he wants to hold on to his Formula 1 dream.

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Y/n closed her phone when she heard the front door open, following which she heard a loud bark, and before she knew it, through came her little fur baby, ready to give her all the cuddles in the world. She looked up from her spot on the cough and saw Shawn enter the room holding up a bag of muffins. "Blueberry?" Y/n asked with a hint of excitement in her voice. "You know it! I saw it on my way back and knew how you were craving these. So I got a bunch of them," Shawn said as he kept the baked goods on the counter and made his way towards the couch. "What happened?" Shawn asked, noticing how Y/n looked a little distracted. "Nothing; I just got a text from Lando," Y/n said before looking back at Shawn. "Why? Did he say anything stupid? If so, let me know, because then he'll have to deal with me," Shawn said as he stroked Y/n's leg. "No, he just said he misses me. You know, if I hadn't met you and realized what being in an actual relationship is like, I actually would have gotten back with him," Y/n said as she petted their dog, who was exhausted and almost asleep after a morning run with his dad. "But I am glad that I found you. I have never felt more like myself than when I am with you. I just want to say that I love you so much and I love our little family," Y/n finished. Shawn quickly got up from his place and tackled Y/n. "I love you too. So much, you won't believe it, and I can't wait to expand our little family," Shawn said, smirking at Y/n before he started peppering her face with kisses. Laughter was the only sound that filled the L/n-Mendes household as they spent the rest of the afternoon talking and watching old movies.

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Lando looked at Y/n's story, and all he felt was pain. Not only did he lose a person who truly loved him, he also lost one of his best friends. Being with Luisa was exciting; it made him feel young and full of life. The idea of settling down seemed so foreign back then that Lando couldn't have cared less about how his actions might have affected Y/n. He knew it was wrong to flirt with multiple women, even though he was in a committed relationship, but all of that felt like nonsense to him back then. But as he lay in bed, sad and alone, Lando realised just how much of an impact Y/n had on his life. He lost the girl, and now he's on the verge of losing his career as well. Lando felt a tear roll down his face. One became two, two became four, and before he knew it, he was full of tears. There was nothing Lando could do; he laid the bed with all his actions, and now he has to sleep in it. Tired of it all, Lando finally let sleep take over him, hoping that when he wakes up later, his heart will feel a little lighter.

[luveline]

hi can i request girl dad!aaron 🥺🥺 i am such a sucker for him, anything would be amazing thank you so much <3

hope this is okay!! —you have big news for your small family. 1.5k pregnant!mom!reader

When you first married his father, you weren't expecting Jack Hotchner to like you very much. Losing his mom so young, you wouldn't have blamed him for resenting you, or even hating you. You were like a stranger in his home. 

Things are different now. Jack lays in your lap with his head on your shoulder, and maybe he's a little too old for such a coddling cuddle, but who really cares? You love him and you love holding him, and if he wants some extra comfort tonight you're happy to give it. Plus, you have something you've been meaning to tell him.

“He doesn't have real headlights, did you know?” Jack asks. “They're just stickers.” 

You raise your brows at the car on screen. “No kidding.” You brush your fingers through his hair. He's blonde like his mom, though that blonde has turned brown the older he gets. 

“Race cars don't have headlights.”

“They don't need them,” you say. Jack smiles at you shyly and leans into your neck, clearly pleased. 

You're very, very glad that you ended up being someone he loved. It's a privilege to get to look after him, and to be his step mom. In the same way you're lucky to be Aaron's partner and Jane's mom, too. 

“Think dad's made dinner?” you ask. 

“No, he's probably just talking to your sister.” 

Yes, well. You can't blame him, nor would you want him to stop. He talks to Jane like she understands, and Jane, not even two years old, nearly brand new to the world, soaks him in. You can hear him if you strain, the dulcet cadence of his voice under the steady hum of the dishwasher. 

“That's okay, sweetheart, don't get upset,” he's saying, “it's okay. Come here, I've got you.” 

Jane starts to cry. You and Jack give one another the look, apprehensive in hoping it won't turn into a full blown melt down. 

“Honey?” Aaron calls. “Sorry, where did you put her other pacifier?” 

You kiss Jack's hair. “Sorry, bub. Wanna come with me?” 

Jack wants to stay and watch Cars. You wrap him in a throw blanket and make your way into the Hotchner kitchen, where Aaron rifles through the drawers and cabinets with Jane held snugly to his chest. “I know,” he says, “I know. I'll get it.” 

You nudge him aside. You only know where the spare pacifier is because you put away the wooden spoons last night and pushed it back. You fish for it, a ladybug made of glittery red plastic, and Jane's crying slows as soon as you pull it free. She grizzles while you rinse it, but she settles when you hand it over. 

“This is not the best, is it? The pacifiers?” you murmur. 

“She dropped her other one and it rolled under the oven. And no. Not ideal.” He pats her back gently. “As long as she stops before she gets her big teeth, she'll be okay.” 

“Do you think it's a comfort issue?” you ask. 

“No,” he says. You worry about stuff like this constantly, but he knows kids are more hardy, and he isn't worried. “Sorry for making you get up.” 

He hates when she cries; he may see his kids as a hardy bunch, but he takes their upset as a personal failure half the time. His concern for her overrides his concern for you, but in a few weeks that might change. You can't imagine him calling you to find something again when your stomach is round as a honeydew. 

You've been meaning to tell him about that, too. 

You're not secret-keeping immorally, he does want another baby, but you've been having a little bit of fun. He's gone on cases so often lately that he hasn't been able to keep track of you, or your doctor's appointments.

You watch him with Jane, and you think about him with Jack, and you know he's going to be happy. He's told you as much before. 

“My poor girl,” he says, covering the back of Jane's head with his hand and pulling her under his chin. He looks as fine as ever, tall, dark and handsome to a fault. Jane's lips smack as she sucks and digs her teary cheek into his chest. 

You can feel his gaze on you. “Is now a good time?” he asks. 

You shrug. “For what?” 

“To tell me what you're not telling me.” 

“Oh, busted,” you croon, aiming for his shoulder. 

You do as Jane had and press your cheek to his front, your eye forced shut. 

“What do you think it is?” you ask. 

He makes a strange noise. You can practically hear the possibilities for your secret running through his head. His birthday is vaguely soon, so that's what he'll settle on first. But Aaron likes to disregard the obvious as most people do, only circling back to it when there's no other lead to follow. 

“How big of a secret is it?” he asks, rubbing Jane's back diligently. She makes a happy sound, and for a moment he forgets his plight to kiss the top of her head. 

You speak quietly, carefully, because it is big, huge news. “The pamphlets say it’s about the size of a strawberry.” 

He puts his cheek to Jane's head softly, looking at you in confusion. A second, another, and his eyebrows start to relax, rise, a smile on his lips like it's too good to be true. “You are?” he asks in surprise.

Jack appears in the doorway with the throw blanket trailing behind him. “Y/N, when are you coming back to watch TV?” 

“Jack, lovely, come here. I have something to tell you,” you say. 

Aaron grabs your wrist. When you meet his eyes, he squeezes gently. “You're sure?” he asks. 

“The doctor seemed pretty certain, handsome.” You lower your voice as Jack comes to stand in front of you. “Are you happy?” 

“Happy about what?” 

You put your hand on your stomach cautiously, worried about Aaron and how quiet he's being, and if it's as okay to tell Jack as you'd thought, but that action is what gets him. “I love you,” he says quizzically, as though his being happy is totally dependent on the fact. “Of course I'm happy. This is the best secret you could've kept.” 

“About what?” Jack asks, patting your arm. 

You bend down just a bit to see his face properly. “It's a secret you can't tell anyone for a while, okay? The only people who can know for now are me, you, and dad.” 

“Can I tell Jane?” he asks. 

“Yeah, buddy, you can tell your sister,” Aaron says. 

You peer at him from the corner of your eye, both concerned and pleased to see the wetness ringing his waterline, and the tenderness with which he holds Jane close, his thumb rubbing little circles into her back. 

“I'm going to have another baby,” you say. 

Jack's jaw drops. “Right now?” 

“No, not right now! You still remember last time?” you ask with a laugh, taking his shoulders into your hands. 

“You were crying and shouting for dad to hold your hand.” He pokes your stomach. “So it's like Jane?” 

“Maybe one day, sweetheart. For now, it's just a tiny baby.” 

Jack wants to see your stomach. He's expecting a much bigger bump than you have to offer, but you explain that eventually it'll get bigger again, and he seems quite pleased. Aaron makes sure to give him a hug and ask him if he's okay, to which Jack says, “Yes, but can we have a brother this time?” 

You rub the soft top of your stomach. “I'll see what I can do, Jack.” 

Aaron commandeers your attention, kissing you more times than you can count. You don't think you've ever seen him this happy now the reality has truly set in, asking Jane in his murmur, “Do you want to be a big sister?” 

She gurgles around the pacifier, leaving drool in a line down his chest. 

“I know, honey. I'm excited too. Let's clean you up, mm? And make mommy a cup of hot cocoa…” He narrows his eyes at you. “Would you sit down?” 

“I'm only ten weeks, I'm fine.”

“She's keeping secrets from me, and now she won't do what I'm asking,” he says to Jane. “Can you believe it? Anyone would think mommy doesn't like me as much as she claims.” 

You kiss his cheek. “M'having your baby, Aaron, again.” 

“That is a compelling argument.” He wipes Jane's cheek. “What do you think? Should we forgive her?” Jane laughs. He smiles at you, lovesick. You're not sure who for. “I guess we're letting you get away with this one, sweetheart. But no more secrets.”

“None,” you promise. 

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BAD BOYS | Modern!Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader x Modern!Aegon Targaryen

Summary: Aemond and Aegon Targaryen are the bad boy of the campus and they absolutely are the kings of every party. One night, they find the good girl of the college and they decide to have a little fun with her.

TW: 18+, MINORS DNI, SMUT, She/Her pronouns, virginity loss, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, sexual tension, sex, threesome. In this Au Aemond doesn't have his disability.

English is not my first language, be kind <3

This is my Masterlist

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Aemond Targaryen is the notorious bad boy of the college campus, a title he shares with his older brother, Aegon. With their striking platinum blonde hair, piercing violet eyes, and the reputation of being a double menace, the Targaryen brothers are known by everyone, admired by many, and feared by some. Tonight, like most nights, they find themselves at the most infamous brotherhood house on campus—the epicenter of their escapades.

Inside, the house is alive with the thumping beat of music, the smell of alcohol, and the heat of too many bodies packed together. Aemond leans casually against a wall, his eyes scanning the room only adds to his dangerous allure. Aegon, meanwhile, is already in the thick of things, flirting with two girls who giggle at his every word.

That’s when they see her.

She stands near the kitchen, sipping from a cup, clearly out of place. She’s a good girl, everyone knows that—keeps her head down, aces all her classes, never seen at parties. Her long hair falls in soft waves around her shoulders, her dress is made of black lace and satin, but there's something about the way she bites her lip, the way her eyes flicker with curiosity as she watches the chaos unfold, that catches Aemond's attention.

Aegon notices his brother’s gaze and follows it, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Interesting choice, brothe,” he says, his voice laced with amusement. “You think she’s up for a little fun?”

Aemond smirks. “Only one way to find out.”

They make their way toward her, weaving through the crowd with a predatory grace. She doesn’t notice them at first, lost in thought as she stares at the scene before her. But then Aegon speaks, his voice smooth and inviting. “What’s a good girl like you doing in a place like this?”

She startles, almost spilling her drink, and looks up at them with wide eyes. “I—I’m here with a friend” she stammers, glancing around, but it’s clear her friend has long since disappeared into the crowd.

Aemond steps closer, his gaze intense, locking onto hers. “And yet, you’re standing here all alone” he observes. “Did you want to be found?”

Her breath hitches at his words, and she looks between them, unsure of what to say. There’s something magnetic about the way they look at her, something that makes her heart race and her stomach twist with nerves. She knows who they are, knows their reputation. But there’s a thrill there, too—a dangerous curiosity.

Aegon senses her hesitation and leans in, his breath warm against her ear as he whispers. “You’ve been a good girl for so long. Don’t you ever want to be a little bad?”

The words send a shiver down her spine. She glances around the room again, as if expecting someone to come to her rescue, but no one pays them any mind. Her gaze returns to them, her cheeks flushed, eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire.

“I…I don’t know” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aemond reaches out, his fingers brushing against her arm. The touch is electric, sending a jolt through her body. “We can show you” he says softly. “If you want.”

There’s a moment of silence, a moment where she could still walk away, but she doesn’t. Instead, she nods, her decision made. They exchange a look of triumph before Aemond takes her hand, leading her through the crowd, with Aegon following closely behind.

They lead her upstairs, away from the noise, away from the prying eyes. The room they enter is dimly lit, a soft glow from a single lamp in the corner. It’s Aegon’s room—messy, with clothes strewn everywhere and an unmade bed that dominates the space.

Aemond closes the door behind them, the click of the lock loud in the quiet room. She stands there, unsure, her heart pounding in her chest. But there’s no turning back now. She wanted this. She wants this.

Aegon steps up behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders, his lips brushing against her ear. “We’ll take care of you” he murmurs, his hands sliding down her arms, pulling her back against his chest. She gasps, the sound caught in her throat as Aemond approaches from the front, his hand reaching up to tilt her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of” Aemond tells her, his voice low and soothing. “We’ll be gentle… at first.”

Aegon chuckles softly behind her, his lips grazing her neck, making her shiver. “If you want us to stop, just say a word” he adds, his tone light but with a dark edge.

She nods, her voice lost somewhere between fear and excitement. She can feel Aegon’s hands moving lower, down to her waist, pulling her dress up inch by inch. Aemond’s hand on her chin moves down to the neckline of her dress, his fingers tracing the delicate fabric before he slips them underneath, brushing against her skin.

The room feels too hot, the air too thick. She feels Aegon’s lips on her neck, sucking gently, while Aemond’s mouth finds hers, capturing her lips in a soft, exploratory kiss. It’s gentle at first, but soon it deepens, becoming more urgent, more demanding.

She moans into his mouth as Aegon’s hands slide up her thighs, his fingers slipping under the thin fabric of her panties. She feels his fingers stroke her gently, exploring her folds, and she can’t help the soft cry that escapes her lips. Aemond’s lips leave hers to trail kisses down her neck, his hands moving to unbutton her dress.

Her hands reach up, gripping Aegon’s arms, her nails digging into his skin as his fingers find her clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. She’s overwhelmed, her senses overloaded with the feel of their hands on her, their lips against her skin, the sound of their breath hot and heavy in her ears.

Aemond pushes her dress down her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a soft heap. She’s standing there in just her panties, feeling exposed, vulnerable, but there’s no going back now. Aegon’s fingers slip inside her, and she gasps, her body arching back against him.

“Gods, you’re so tight” Aegon groans against her ear, his fingers moving inside her, curling just right. She can feel the heat building inside her, the pressure coiling tight in her belly.

Aemond steps back for a moment, watching them with a hungry gaze, his hand reaching down to undo his belt. “You like that, don’t you?” he asks, his voice rough. “Being between us… feeling both of us.”

She nods, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. “Yes” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

Aemond smiles, a dark, satisfied grin, before he steps forward again, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her down onto the bed. Aegon moves with her, his fingers still buried deep inside her, not stopping for a moment. Aemond is quick to position himself between her legs, his mouth descending on her wetness, licking a long, slow line up her slit.

She cries out, her body trembling, her hands reaching out to grasp the sheets, her knuckles turning white. Aegon’s fingers work inside her, matching the rhythm of Aemond’s tongue, and it’s too much, the pleasure too intense. She can feel herself on the edge, the tension building and building until it finally snaps, sending her over the edge.

She comes with a cry, her body convulsing, her hips bucking up against Aemond’s mouth. He doesn’t stop, his tongue lapping up every drop of her release while Aegon continues to pump his fingers inside her, prolonging her orgasm until she’s a trembling, boneless mess.

When she finally comes down from the high, she’s breathing hard, her body limp against the bed. Aegon pulls his fingers out, licking them clean with a satisfied hum, while Aemond rises, his face glistening with her slick.

“That was just the beginning” Aegon whispers, his lips brushing against her ear. “We’re not done with you yet.”

She swallows hard, her body still trembling, her mind spinning with the promise of what’s to come. She’s crossed a line tonight, and there’s no going back. She’s in their world now, caught between the Targaryen brothers, and for the first time in her life, she doesn’t want to be good anymore. She wants to be theirs.

Her heart is still pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as Aegon’s words echo in her mind. "We’re not done with you yet." She knows there’s more to come, and the thought makes her pulse quicken with a mixture of nerves and anticipation.

Aemond wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, a dark look of desire burning in his eye as he stares down at her. “Get on your knees” he commands softly, his voice rough with lust.

She hesitates for a moment, but the heat in his gaze and the memory of the pleasure they just gave her drives her to obey. She pushes herself up onto shaky arms and turns over, her hands and knees sinking into the soft mattress. Behind her, Aegon moves quickly, his hands gripping her hips as he positions himself behind her.

She feels Aegon’s hardness pressing against her entrance, and her breath catches in her throat. This is it. She’s never done this before—never been with anyone like this. The thought both excites and terrifies her, but there’s no turning back now. She wants this. She wants them.

Aemond moves in front of her, his fingers tangling in her hair, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “Are you ready?” he asks, his tone softer now, almost gentle.

She nods, biting her lip. “Yes” she whispers, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Aegon chuckles softly behind her, his breath warm against her skin. “Relax, sweet girl” he murmurs, his hands squeezing her hips. “We’ll take care of you.”

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She feels Aegon’s cock press against her entrance, the blunt tip teasing her, and then he pushes forward, slowly, carefully, breaching her inch by inch. The stretch is intense, a burning sensation that makes her wince, but he goes slow, giving her time to adjust.

Aemond watches her closely, his hand still in her hair, his thumb stroking her cheek. “That’s it” he whispers, his voice soothing. “Breathe through it.”

She does as he says, taking slow, deep breaths as Aegon fills her, stretching her in a way she’s never felt before. There’s a moment of discomfort, a sharp sting of pain as he pushes deeper, but it quickly fades, replaced by a feeling of fullness, of being completely and utterly claimed.

Aegon bottoms out with a low groan, his hands tightening on her hips. “Fuck, you’re so tight” he breathes, his voice rough with restraint. “You feel so good.”

She whimpers, her hands clutching the sheets, her body trembling as she adjusts to the feel of him inside her. Aemond leans down, his lips capturing hers in a deep, possessive kiss, distracting her from the discomfort with the stroke of his tongue, the taste of him overwhelming her senses.

Aegon starts to move, slowly at first, rocking his hips back and forth, each thrust pushing deeper, rubbing against a spot inside her that makes her gasp into Aemond’s mouth. The pain is gone now, replaced by a growing pleasure, a heat that spreads through her veins, igniting her blood.

Aemond breaks the kiss, his breath hot against her lips as he murmurs. “Good girl. You’re taking him so well.”

She moans softly at his words, the praise making her clench around Aegon’s cock, drawing a groan from his lips. He picks up the pace, thrusting harder now, each stroke driving deeper, pushing her closer to the edge.

Aemond moves away for a moment, and she hears the rustle of fabric as he sheds his clothes. He’s back in front of her in an instant, his cock hard and heavy in his hand. He strokes himself slowly, his gaze locked on her face, watching every expression, every gasp and moan that escapes her lips.

“Open your mouth” he orders, his voice low and commanding.

She obeys without hesitation, her lips parting, and he guides his cock to her mouth, sliding it over her tongue. He’s big, and the taste of him is musky, intoxicating. She closes her lips around him, sucking gently, her tongue swirling around the tip.

Aemond groans, his hand tightening in her hair, guiding her head as he slowly thrusts into her mouth, matching the rhythm of Aegon’s thrusts behind her. She’s caught between them, filled from both ends, the pleasure building and building, driving her closer to the brink.

Aegon’s thrusts become harder, more urgent, his grip on her hips bruising. “Gods, you’re perfect” he growls, his voice tight with need. “So fucking perfect.”

Aemond’s thrusts are slow and controlled, each one pushing deeper, filling her mouth, making her throat tighten around him. “Such a good girl” he murmurs, his tone laced with praise and lust. “Taking us both like this. I knew you’d be perfect for us.”

The praise sends a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, making her clench around Aegon’s cock, drawing a strangled groan from his lips. He slams into her harder, his pace frantic now, and she knows he’s close.

The room is filled with the sounds of their bodies moving together, the slap of skin against skin, the wet sounds of her sucking Aemond’s cock, the low, desperate moans and grunts of pleasure. She can feel the pressure building inside her, the coil tightening in her belly, threatening to snap at any moment.

Aegon’s thrusts become erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “I’m gonna come” he warns, his voice strained. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Aemond’s grip on her hair tightens, his cock throbbing in her mouth. “Come with us” he orders, his voice low and commanding. “Let go, sweet girl. Come for us.”

That’s all it takes. The coil snaps, and she’s falling, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her body trembling, her walls clenching tight around Aegon’s cock. She moans around Aemond’s cock, the sound vibrating through him, and he lets out a low groan, thrusting deeper, holding her head still as he comes, his release spilling down her throat.

Aegon isn’t far behind, his hips jerking as he finds his release, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her with his warmth. She feels him throb, his cum spilling deep inside her, and it sends another wave of pleasure through her, making her tremble.

They stay like that for a moment, all of them breathing hard, their bodies slick with sweat, tangled together in a mess of limbs and heat. Slowly, Aegon pulls out, his cock slipping free, leaving her feeling empty, spent.

Aemond releases her hair, pulling out of her mouth, his cock softening. He strokes her cheek with his thumb, a satisfied smile on his lips. “You did so well” he praises, his tone soft, almost affectionate.

She collapses onto the bed, her body exhausted, her mind spinning with everything that just happened. She’s just lost her virginity to both of them, been utterly claimed, and she knows she should feel something—regret, shame, something. But all she feels is a deep, bone-deep satisfaction, a contentment that settles over her like a warm blanket.

Aegon lies down beside her, pulling her close against his chest, his lips brushing her temple. “You’re ours now,” he murmurs, his voice soft but firm. “Ours.”

Aemond lies down on her other side, his arm draped over her waist, his lips pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. “Ours” he echoes, his tone just as possessive.

She knows she should feel overwhelmed, maybe even scared, but she doesn’t. She feels safe, secure, like she belongs here, between them. She closes her eyes, a soft smile playing on her lips as she lets herself relax, lets herself be theirs.

Tonight, she gave herself to them, and she doesn’t regret a single moment.

The days after that night feel like a blur.

She tries to focus on her studies, tries to keep her head down like she always has, but she can’t stop thinking about the Targaryen brothers. Her body still hums with the memory of their touch, the taste of their skin still lingering on her lips. She’s replayed that night over and over in her mind, each time her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. She wonders if they think about it, too.

Aegon, apparently, does not. She sees him a few times around campus, always with a new girl on his arm, always with that same cocky grin on his face. He doesn’t even acknowledge her when they pass each other in the quad, his attention already focused on his next conquest. It stings a little, the way he brushes her off so easily, but she knew what she was getting into. Aegon is Aegon. She wasn’t expecting anything more.

But Aemond… Aemond is different.

She catches glimpses of him in the library, in the dining hall, his intense gaze always seeming to find hers across the room. There’s something there, something lingering in the way he looks at her. She feels it, too, a pull she can’t quite explain. He doesn’t approach her, doesn’t speak to her, but she knows he’s watching, waiting.

It’s a Friday night when she finally sees him again. She’s in her dorm room, curled up on her bed with a book, trying to distract herself from the noise of the party raging in the common room down the hall. Her roommate is there, too, laughing loudly with a few friends, the sound of music and chatter bleeding through the thin walls. She tries to focus on the words in front of her, but her mind keeps drifting, her thoughts wandering back to him.

And then, there’s a knock on her door.

She hesitates for a moment, glancing at the clock. It’s late, almost midnight. She wonders who it could be, maybe her roommate’s friends needing something, but when she opens the door, her breath catches in her throat. It’s Aemond.

He’s standing there, looking as effortlessly handsome as ever, his silver hair falling into his eyes, a leather jacket slung over his shoulder. He looks different tonight—less composed, more raw. His gaze is intense, his eye fixed on hers, and she feels that familiar heat rise in her cheeks.

“Aemond...” she breathes, her voice barely audible over the noise from the hallway. “What are you doing here?”

He steps closer, into her room, closing the door behind him. “I didn’t feel like going to the party” he says simply, his voice low and steady. “Thought I’d come see you instead.”

She swallows hard, her heart racing in her chest. “Why?” she asks, genuinely curious. “Aren’t there a hundred other girls who’d want your attention?”

He smirks, his lips curling up at the corners. “Probably” he admits. “But I’m not interested in them.”

There’s a charged silence between them, the air thick with tension. She feels a shiver run down her spine, her body reacting to the look in his eyes, the way he’s watching her like he wants to devour her.

He takes a step closer, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin. “Are you going to invite me in?” he asks, his voice a low, seductive purr.

She nods, stepping back to let him in. He moves past her, his presence filling the small room, making it feel even smaller. She closes the door behind them, the sound of the party muffling to a dull roar outside.

He’s on her in an instant, his lips crashing down on hers, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her against him. She melts into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. He kisses her like he’s been starving for her, like he’s been waiting for this moment since the last time they were together.

He pushes her back towards the bed, his hands roaming over her body, pulling her close, his lips never leaving hers. She falls back onto the mattress, pulling him down on top of her, her legs parting to make room for him between them.

He pulls back for a moment, his gaze dark and hungry as he looks down at her. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you” he admits, his voice rough. “About how you felt… how you tasted.”

She shivers at his words, a moan slipping from her lips. “Me too�� she confesses, her voice breathless.

He grins, a wicked, knowing grin, before he kisses her again, his lips trailing down her neck, over her collarbone. He tugs at her shirt, pulling it over her head, his lips trailing down her chest, his hands working to unhook her bra.

She gasps as his mouth finds her nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak, his teeth grazing it just enough to make her arch her back. His hands are everywhere—sliding up her sides, gripping her thighs, pulling her closer.

He moves lower, kissing down her stomach, his fingers hooking in the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down along with her panties.

He spreads her legs wider, his gaze fixed on her wetness, his mouth watering. “You’re already so wet for me” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. “Do you know how crazy that drives me?”

She bites her lip, her breath hitching as he lowers his head, his tongue flicking out to taste her. She cries out, her hips bucking up off the bed, but he holds her down, his hands gripping her thighs, keeping her still as he licks and sucks, his tongue swirling around her clit, teasing her entrance.

He’s relentless, his mouth working her over, his tongue driving her wild. She feels the pleasure building, a slow burn that starts in her core and spreads through her entire body. She can’t think, can’t breathe, her mind a haze of pleasure and need.

He slides two fingers inside her, curling them just right, hitting that spot that makes her see stars. She cries out, her hands fisting in the sheets, her body trembling with need. He works his fingers in and out of her, his mouth still on her clit, sucking harder, licking faster.

She feels it building, that pressure inside her, coiling tighter and tighter, threatening to snap. “Aemond” she gasps, her voice a desperate plea. “I’m— I’m gonna—”

“Come for me” he growls against her skin, his fingers curling inside her, his tongue flicking her clit. “Come on, I want to feel you come.”

That’s all it takes. The coil snaps, and she’s falling, her orgasm crashing over her in a wave of pure, blinding pleasure. She screams, her body convulsing, her walls clenching tight around his fingers. She feels something release inside her, a gush of liquid soaking the sheets beneath her, and she realizes with a shock that she’s squirting.

He groans against her, his fingers working her through it, his mouth never leaving her clit, licking up every drop of her release. He pulls back after a moment, his chin glistening with her wetness, a satisfied grin on his lips.

“Fuck” she breathes, her body still trembling, her mind spinning. “I’ve never… I didn’t know I could…”

He chuckles, his gaze softening as he wipes his chin with the back of his hand. “There’s a lot you don’t know about yourself” he says softly, his hand reaching up to stroke her cheek. “But I’d like to find out.”

She smiles up at him, her heart swelling in her chest.

"Stay with me" she whispers. "I want you. Just you."

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His mouth crashes down on hers, the kiss hungry and desperate, his hands roaming over her body, pulling her close. She melts against him, her hands finding his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin as she kisses him back with equal fervor.

Aemond’s hands are everywhere—sliding under her shirt, gripping her waist, then moving to cup her breasts through her bra. He pushes her back towards the bed again, and she falls onto it with a soft gasp, pulling him down with her. His lips leave hers, trailing down her neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin there, leaving marks that she knows will be there tomorrow.

He yanks her shirt off, tossing it aside, and then his hands are on her bra, unclasping it with a deftness that makes her head spin. He pulls it off her, his lips immediately closing around one of her nipples, sucking and biting, his other hand pinching and rolling the other. She cries out, arching her back, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

"Aemond" she gasps, her body on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. "Please..."

He pulls back, his lips leaving her skin, his eye dark with desire as he looks down at her. "Please what?" he taunts, his voice a low growl.

"Please” she repeats, her voice desperate. "I need you."

Aemond grins, a wicked, knowing grin, before his hands move down to her shorts and pulling them down her legs, leaving her in just her panties. He slides them down too, tossing them aside, leaving her completely bare before him.

He looks at her for a moment, his gaze sweeping over her body, taking in every curve, every inch of her exposed skin. She feels her cheeks flush under his scrutiny, but the way he’s looking at her makes her feel powerful, makes her feel wanted.

“You’re beautiful” he murmurs, his voice soft, almost reverent. He leans down, his lips trailing kisses down her stomach, his hands spreading her thighs apart. She shivers, her breath hitching in her throat as she feels his hot breath against her core.

He doesn’t waste any time. His tongue flicks out, teasing her clit, and she cries out, her hips bucking up off the bed. He holds her down, his fingers digging into her thighs, keeping her in place as he devours her, his tongue swirling around her clit, then dipping lower to tease her entrance.

She’s already so sensitive from their earlier activities, and the feel of his mouth on her, the way he’s licking and sucking, drives her wild. She can’t think, can’t breathe, her mind a haze of pleasure and need. She feels that familiar heat building in her core, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter, threatening to snap.

“Aemond” she gasps, her voice a desperate plea. “I’m— I’m gonna—”

“Cum for me” he growls against her, his tongue flicking her clit harder, his fingers sliding inside her, curling just right, hitting that spot that makes her see stars. “I want to feel you come all over my tongue.”

That’s all it takes. The coil snaps, and she’s falling, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her body trembling, her walls clenching tight around his fingers. She feels herself squirt again, a gush of liquid soaking the sheets beneath her, and she hears Aemond groan in satisfaction, his tongue lapping up every drop of her release.

He doesn’t stop, his fingers still moving inside her, his mouth still on her clit, and she feels another orgasm building almost immediately, her body still sensitive, still on edge. She cries out, her hands fisting in the sheets, her body arching off the bed as another wave of pleasure crashes over her, her second orgasm even more intense than the first.

Aemond finally pulls back, his lips glistening with her wetness, a satisfied grin on his lips. He moves up her body, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer. “You taste so fucking good” he growls, his lips crashing down on hers, making her taste herself on his tongue.

She moans into his mouth, her hands sliding down to his jeans, fumbling with the button. She can feel his hardness pressing against her thigh, and she wants him, needs him inside her. “Please,” she whispers against his lips, her fingers finally undoing his jeans, pushing them down his hips. “I need you, Aemond. I need you inside me.”

He groans, his hand wrapping around his cock, guiding it to her entrance. He slides the tip over her clit, teasing her, making her squirm beneath him. “Beg for it” he orders, his voice a low growl.

“Please” she gasps, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. “Please Aemond, I need you. Fuck me, please.”

He doesn’t need any more encouragement. As he puts a condom, he thrusts into her, hard and deep, filling her completely. She cries out, her body arching off the bed, her nails raking down his back. He feels so good, so big, stretching her in a way that makes her toes curl, makes her mind go blank.

He sets a brutal pace, his hips slamming into hers, each thrust driving deeper, hitting that spot inside her that makes her see stars. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, her hips meeting his with every thrust, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room.

Aemond grunts, his teeth gritted, his fingers digging into her hips. “You feel so fucking good” he groans, his voice strained with effort. “So fucking tight. Gods, I could fuck you forever.”

She moans in response, her body trembling, the pleasure building again, higher and higher, threatening to consume her. She can feel another orgasm building, her body on the brink, and she knows she’s not going to last much longer. “Aemond,” she gasps, her voice a desperate plea. “I’m—”

“Come for me” he orders, his thrusts becoming harder, more frantic. “Come all over my cock.”

That’s all it takes. She’s falling again, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing, her walls clenching tight around him. She screams his name, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body arching off the bed as the pleasure consumes her.

Aemond groans, his hips jerking, his own release hitting him like a freight train. He thrusts into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he spills inside her, filling her with his warmth.

They stay like that for a moment, both of them breathing hard, their bodies slick with sweat, tangled together in a mess of limbs and heat. Slowly, Aemond pulls out, rolling onto his back beside her, his chest heaving with exertion.

She turns her head to look at him, a satisfied smile on her lips. “That was… incredible” she breathes, her voice barely more than a whisper.

He lies down beside her, pulling her close, their bodies tangled together in the soft sheets. He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it with a match. He takes a long drag, the smoke curling up around them, before passing it to her.

She takes it hesitantly, taking a small puff, coughing a little. He laughs softly, his hand stroking her hair, soothing her. “You’re not as much of a good girl as everyone thinks, are you?” he muses, his tone teasing.

She shrugs, a small smile playing on her lips. “I do what I have to” she admits. “For the scholarships, for the grades.I’m not as perfect as people think.”

He smiles, a genuine smile that reaches his eye, making him look almost boyish. “Good” he says softly. “I don’t want perfect. I want real.”

“Good” she asks. "And what about you?"

"About me?" he answers. "I'm quite good to all the subjects and I like metal and rock music"

She feels her heart flutter at his words, a warmth spreading through her chest. She takes another drag of the cigarette, feeling the smoke fill her lungs, then lets it out in a slow, steady exhale. “The night is still young” he says, a playful glint in his eyes. “Want to go for a ride?”

She grins, that wicked, dangerous grin that makes her heart race. “I’d love to.”

They get dressed quickly, laughter filling the small room as they stumble over each other, the high of their shared moment still buzzing in their veins.

They make their way outside, the cool night air hitting their skin, the sounds of the party fading into the background.

He leads her to his bike, a sleek, powerful machine that looks as dangerous as it does exciting. He swings his leg over it with practiced ease, the leather of his jacket creaking with the movement, and holds out a hand to her. She takes it without hesitation, her heart racing with anticipation as she climbs on behind him, her arms wrapping tightly around his waist.

Aemond revs the engine, the deep, throaty roar vibrating through them both, sending a thrill down her spine. She feels the bike rumble beneath her, powerful and alive, just like the man in front of her. She leans into his back, feeling the warmth of his body through his jacket, the scent of leather and smoke filling her senses.

“Hold on tight” he murmurs over his shoulder, a wicked grin on his lips.

And then they’re off, speeding down the dark, empty streets, the wind whipping through their hair. The world around them blurs as they race through the night, the lights of the campus fading into the distance. She feels a rush of adrenaline, a wild, exhilarating freedom she’s never felt before. She tightens her grip on Aemond, pressing closer, the thrill of the ride mixed with the intoxicating feeling of his body against hers.

They disappear into the darkness, leaving behind the noise and chaos of the campus, the cold night air biting at their skin. Aemond drives fast, weaving through the streets with a confidence that makes her feel safe, even as her heart pounds in her chest. She doesn’t know where they’re going, and she doesn’t care. She’s with him, and that’s all that matters.

They ride for what feels like hours, the city lights blurring into a distant glow behind them. Aemond takes them out to the open road, the dark highway stretching out before them, endless and inviting. She leans her head against his back, closing her eyes, losing herself in the moment, in the feeling of being free, of being alive.

Eventually, he slows down, pulling off onto a secluded overlook that offers a breathtaking view of the city below, twinkling like a sea of stars. He cuts the engine, and the sudden silence is almost deafening after the roar of the bike. She lets out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding, her heart still racing with the thrill of the ride.

Aemond turns to look at her, his eye searching hers, his expression soft in the moonlight. “You okay?” he asks, his voice low and rough, laced with concern.

She nods, a wide smile spreading across her face. “More than okay” she replies, her voice breathless with excitement. “That was… amazing.”

He smiles, a real, genuine smile that makes her heart skip a beat. “Good” he says softly, reaching out to brush a stray hair from her face. “I’m glad.”

They sit there for a moment, the city spread out before them, the quiet of the night wrapping around them. She feels a sense of peace settle over her, a contentment she hasn’t felt in a long time.

Aemond turns slightly, his hand still on her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin. “You’re different” he murmurs, his gaze intense. “Not like the other girls and I know that you hate hearing that.”

She tilts her head, looking up at him with curiosity. “I'm different because I am myself and yes, I hate when you say that I'm different"

She feels her heart flutter at his words, a warmth spreading through her chest. She leans in, pressing her lips to his, a soft, tender kiss. He kisses her back, his hand sliding to the back of her neck, pulling her closer.

They stay like that for a long moment, lost in each other, in the quiet of the night. When they finally pull back, their foreheads rest together, their breaths mingling in the cool night air.

“I don’t want this to end” she whispers, her voice barely more than a breath.

He smiles, his hand tightening on her waist. “It doesn’t have to” he murmurs, his tone filled with promise.

She nods, her heart full, her body warm with the promise of what’s to come. They may have started as just a night of fun, but now, as they sit together under the stars, she knows that this is only the beginning.

[andvys]

I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss | part 25

Warnings: angst, mentions of heartbreak, mentions of unrequited love. love triangle. not proofread

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: As the summer is starting to come to an end, you begin to understand your feelings a little more. While Steve and Eddie struggle with their own.

Word count: 4.8k

A/N: So, I know I said that this would be the birthday chapter but I decided to split it! Do the angst first and give you the fluff later. I'd need much more time to finish it and I really wanted to give you guys something, so here ya go, enjoy it. Next chapter is gonna be silly, it’s gonna be fun (after a little angst in the beginning hehe)

Also for those who forgot who Dmitri is, it’s ‘Enzo’ from season 4.

oh and also, listen to this one while you read this chapter :')

series masterlist

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The strong smell of oil lingers in the air, loud noises fill the large hall, laughter and chatter from the break room, the music from the radio at the front desk, yet none of the sounds manage to distract Eddie from the storm that is taking place in his mind. 

Your words keep repeating themselves over and over again. 

I wish I met you first, Eddie. 

That night, he laid next to you and watched you sleep, thinking about your words, over and over again. He could not make sense of them. 

What does it mean? 

He could not even ask you what it meant, after you had said it, he was too shocked to even say anything, at that moment. He could only stare at you, his heart racing, his eyes wide as he watched you stare at his lips. His first instinct was to swoon over these few simple words, over the way you had looked at him, over the way you had showed up at his place because you missed him, over the way you rather wanted to be with him than at a party or somewhere else. 

I wish I met you first, Eddie. 

Does that mean that you would’ve been with him if you met him first? 

Does that mean that he would’ve been the one for you? 

Does that mean that you could’ve fallen for him instead? 

That he could’ve had a chance?

In some way, you must feel something for him. It’s something that he never fully allowed himself to question, if you have feelings for him or not, he can’t get his hopes up, not when it comes to you. You are too perfect, too out of reach. You love Steve, you still love Steve, he knows it. Yet, your words made him question everything. Your friendship, the intimacy, the lingering touches, the stolen glances, your affection. But, that is all something that has been there from the start. It has always been so natural for you to be so close with him. It’s not something new, it might not even be anything special to you. Eddie might not be anything special to you, not the way Steve is, at least. 

He could’ve been the one for you if it wasn’t for Steve. 

He could’ve been. 

You could’ve loved him. You could’ve. 

“What’s with that long face?” Dmitri asks, his voice thick with the russian accent that everyone keeps teasing him for. With a slap on Eddie’s shoulder, he snaps him out of his thoughts, “pass me the screwdriver, boy.”

Eddie nods, not answering the question. He reaches for the tool, he hands it to the older man. Dmitri looks curious as he eyes the expression on his face but Eddie knows that he won’t ask. He’ll wait for him to speak up himself. But, that is something that Eddie usually never does. He’s never one to talk about his feelings, to ask for help or even advice, until now. 

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Sure,” Dmitri mumbles, pulling away from the chevy, he flips the tool in his hand, leaning against the truck.

As Eddie thinks about the question that has been lingering in his mind, all weekend, he suddenly feels stupid. No answer will be one that he wants to hear. 

“Forget it,” Eddie mumbles.

Dmitri raises his brows. 

“Spit it out, come on.”

Eddie sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He hates this. He hates talking about his feelings, but he needs to. 

“There’s uh, there’s this girl.” 

“Ah, I knew it,” he chuckles. “It’s always about some girl when someone mops around all day and looks like this.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. 

“She’s not some girl, she’s my best friend.”

“And you have feelings for her,” he says, stating the obvious. 

Eddie licks his lips, he had never admitted it to anyone before, he had only admitted it to himself. He looks at him and nods weakly, afraid to say these words out loud. 

“Yeah, but uh, she’s still in love with her ex boyfriend, who she’s friends with again,” he rolls his eyes. “Last Friday, she came to me, drunk and high and telling me how much she missed me and then she said something that’s been messing with my mind all fucking weekend!” 

Eddie isn’t sure why he is telling him all that. Dmitri is friends with Wayne, a colleague and not even someone he’d consider a friend. But, maybe that’s what he needs, to talk to someone who is not a friend. 

He considered talking to Robin but, knowing her, she’d only pick Steve’s side again and tell Eddie to take a step back. 

Then, there is Gareth, who would only tease him about his crush on you and not be of any help. 

Jeff would only give him false hope and encourage him to make a move on you, that is something that could potentially ruin your friendship, and that is something that is way too important to him. Chrissy would do just the same. The girl who had been snappy with him at first, won’t stop teasing him about his crush on you now. 

Then there is Heather. He is scared of Heather. 

“She told me that she wished that she met me first. What does it even mean? That we could’ve been something if we met first?” He asks, throwing his hands up as he voices his questions out loud for the first time. “We can’t be anything now because she’s already in love with him? Because she could never love me after loving him?” Eddie buries his hands in his curls, huffing. “Jesus Christ, I made peace with the fact I can never have her but fuck, she goes and says this.”

“You are way too negative, boy. Has anyone ever told you that? Who says that you can’t have her?” 

“I’m not negative, I’m just seeing things the way they are.” 

Dmitri shakes his head, scrunching his face up in disapproval. 

“No, you are seeing things the way you want to see them because you refuse to believe that she could ever love you,” he says, pointing at him with the screwdriver. “You see her words negatively without even knowing what she actually meant.”

Eddie shakes his head, stubbornly. 

“Tell me,” Dmitri sighs. “That guy, her ex boyfriend, did he break her heart?” 

“Fucking crushed it,” Eddie frowns. “He left her for another girl. She was – she was so heartbroken, I think she still is.”

He nods, “alright, well, she went through heartbreak and a lot of hurt. But, now she has you. Maybe, she loves you, maybe she is even in love with you but she’s scared just like you are. She’s scared of losing you as a friend, of getting her heart broken again, the trust isn’t there anymore after she’s been left for someone else. Maybe she wants to be with you but she is struggling. If she met you first, she would’ve never been with him, in the first place, she wouldn’t have gotten her heart broken, she would’ve loved you fearlessly and you would’ve loved her too, you wouldn’t have left her for someone else, would you?” 

No, Eddie would never do this to you. Eddie would rather get his heart broken than be the one to break yours. 

“Never.”

“See, things could’ve been so simple if she met you first, that’s what she was trying to say. But now, she has all these fears and all these trust issues and probably thinks she isn’t good enough – just what you are dealing with too, Eddie. I don’t know your girl but I’m sure she’s worth fighting for. And, from what Wayne told me about you two, you seem to make each other happy.” 

Eddie’s eyes widen, he is stunned. 

Wayne talks about the two of you? 

He doesn’t know how to feel about Dmitri’s words, knowing that they might hold more false hope than the actual truth for him. 

But, Eddie knows, he feels that there is something. And yet, even if, your feelings for Steve will always be stronger. 

“But she still loves him.”

“Was he her first love?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Ah,” he nods. “Well, you know what? First love is always gonna be something special. I would know.”

Eddie raises his brows at him. 

“I used to be married.” 

Eddie’s head snaps up, he looks at him in surprise, “wait, really? I never knew.”

Dmitri chuckles, shrugging, “well, it’s not important anymore.”

“Why aren’t you together anymore?” 

Dmitri sighs, he places the tool back on the table, reaching for the hanky in his pocket, he looks down at his oil stained hands and begins to clean them.

“Things just didn’t work out. She met someone else, fell in love and uh our marriage was just history.” 

“Oh,” Eddie frowns. 

“Yeah, and you know what? I hated her for a while, she hurt me. But I let go, I moved on and I accepted that I will always love her, despite how much I hated her for the first few months after she left. You can’t erase the past, we used to have something good before it all went wrong. She was special to me and even now, it’s something special when I look back on the good moments. But, never in a million years would I go back to it again or leave my girlfriend for her if she ever wanted me back. The past is the past. And first love is rarely ever true love.” 

Eddie understands what he is trying to say, yet somehow, he struggles to believe that you could ever move on from Steve. 

“Don’t give up, Eddie. She won’t always be hung up on him.” 

“Yeah,” Eddie mumbles. Though, he can’t help but struggle to believe it. Maybe it’s his stubborn mind that can’t let go of the idea of you being unable to let go of Steve for someone like him or maybe, he is just too afraid to get his hopes up only to lose not only his heart but also his mind at the end of it all. 

“Have you ever been in love? I mean, besides with her?” Dmitri asks Eddie, who furrows his brows and shakes his head. 

“Nah, not really,” Eddie mumbles, snorting as he thinks back to his younger self. The one who closed himself off completely, never letting anyone in to even see a glimpse of the real Eddie. “It was never for me, love. I mean, I had a few crushes here and there but it was never anything serious, you know? But shit, I always watched her when we were still in high school,” Eddie says, not even feeling the smile that is creeping up on his face as he thinks back to those days. “I’m pretty sure I failed math class because of her, she was always next to me – she always chose the seats next to me, I’m certain that she wasn’t even aware that she was doing it but she was there and I was there, and she was so focused on class while I spent the whole hour just staring at her. We weren’t friends back then but she always smiled at me even though we never really talked until last summer. We spent a night together after she had gotten into a fight with her boyfriend and then, she started paying more attention to me in school and then we became friends and then we got closer and closer and my plan to never catch feelings flew out the window,” he says, dramatically. 

Dmitri chuckles at Eddie, shaking his head. 

“What’s life without love, Eddie?” 

“Less suffering?” He mumbles. 

“Well, yeah. Some people get lucky though.”

Eddie fears that he won’t be one of those who will ever get lucky, especially when it comes to love. 

But maybe, maybe there is just the smallest sliver of hope inside of him. 

-

August is coming to an end, the summer days are slowly passing, fall is coming closer and so is Steve’s birthday. It’s tomorrow. It’s been a while since you had last seen him. It’s been a while since you had hung out with him in a group, let alone. The past few weeks, you have spent a lot of time by yourself, you needed it, you needed it to collect your feelings. Robin was right. 

Though, you could not stay away from Eddie for too long. He is your best friend, you can’t be without him and you won’t let your feelings ruin yet another friendship. 

Despite the distance between you and Steve, you made it a mission to go on a hunt for the perfect birthday present for him. It’s something that Heather rolled her eyes at when you told her about it, this morning. ‘Who in their right mind would buy their ex boyfriend a birthday present?’ She had asked, scoffing. Really, no one would do that, no one except for you. But you and Steve, you have a history that you can’t and don’t want to erase. Not only was he your best friend, once. He was also there when you needed him, when he didn’t even have to be there. 

He gave you a birthday present and he kept up the tradition the two of you had. 

You know that he isn’t alone anymore, that he has Dustin and Robin now, people who care for him, people who love him and won’t leave him hanging on a day like this, but you still want to do something that you used to do when you were still.. friends. 

“I’m telling you, y/n, the Star Wars movie collection would be the best decision ever!” 

Dustin exclaims as he walks through the downtown streets next to you. 

“Dustin, I know you’re a little Star Wars geek but there’s just no way that he will be happy to unwrap a collection of movies that he’s not even a fan of!” 

Dustin rolls his eyes at you, “listen, if there’s someone that can turn him into a ‘Star Wars geek’ then that’s you!” 

“But I’m not a Star Wars geek,” you mumble, furrowing your brows at the boy. 

“Then you and Steve can become geeks together,” he smiles enthusiastically. “You could have movie nights, just watch Star Wars together,” he winks. 

You shake your head at him. 

“I see what you’re trying to do and you’re really no help, Dustin.” 

“I’m not doing anything,” he feigns innocence. “You need a birthday present for Steve and asked for help, so that’s what I’m doing, I’m trying to help.” 

“Well, I was thinking I’d get him a cool bracelet–” “Boring!” He yawns. 

“Hey!” You frown, raising your hand, you ruffle his curls, making him groan in annoyance. 

“Stop!” 

You chuckle at him when he slaps your hand away. Pointing at you with a stern look on his face, “you really need to stop ruining my hair!” 

“Don’t worry, the Farrah Fawcett spray holds your perfect hairstyle together, Dusty bun.” You giggle. “How’s Suzie doing, by the way?” 

He rolls his eyes again, sighing, dramatically. 

“You’re like the older sister I never wanted.” 

You gasp, putting your hand over your heart, “ouch, I thought you liked me.” 

“I do, and I don’t even know why,” he jokes, giggling when you pretend to cry. 

“You only like me cause I drive you around when your mama Steve is working.” 

He laughs, throwing his head back. 

“If he is the mom, then what does that make you and Eddie?” 

You furrow your brows, looking up as you pretend to think, “hmm, Eddie is the chaotic dad and I’m uh, I dunno, the cool babysitter.”

“The babysitter who is secretly dating both the mom and the dad,” he says with a smirk. 

“Dustin!” You exclaim as you halt in your tracks, while he keeps walking, laughing when he turns around to look at you, he keeps working backwards. 

“You should’ve seen your face!” 

“Very funny!”

He stops walking when he notices something in the window at the video store, “ooh, look, Star Wars! I’m gonna check it out, you should too!” He says before he turns around and rushes into the store. 

You roll your eyes, groaning. You’re about to follow him inside the store, when your eyes fall on the couple leaving the restaurant across the street. Enzo’s. You have only been there once. Steve took you there on a date, it was an amazing night, you remember every detail of it. How he gave you the prettiest bouquet of flowers that you had ever seen when he picked you up, how he kissed you and told you how beautiful you looked when you wore a midnight blue dress, how sweet and nice he was, so different from the night before when you fought at his party. He was a gentleman that night, he held you softly, he kissed you gently, he held your hand at the restaurant and he only looked at you, not at the young waitress that kept trying to throw him glances. He only looked at you because you were the one he wanted. That night, he had put a ring on your middle finger, promising that the next one would be on your ring finger, only to crush your heart weeks later when he told you that he wasn’t in love with you anymore, that he fell in love with her. 

That night has haunted you for weeks and months after he had dumped you. Every night, you glared at the ceiling, thinking about the things he had said to you that night, the promises he made, the hope he gave, the love he gave. How you had sat there so pathetically in love not knowing that only days later he would meet her. 

You feel even more pathetic now because it still hurts, because it still shakes the ground beneath you, because it still feels like it just happened yesterday when you think back to that day. It shouldn’t hurt anymore, at least not like this but you get sucked back into the past so easily. 

All it ever took was to hear his name to feel the pain all over again. But months have passed, things have changed, you have changed and it all got a little easier. You’re even friends again. 

But now, it’s the memories, the one that you have locked away, the ones that are still holding you back. 

As you stare at the restaurant, realization floods through you like a cold wave that would make you gasp and shudder. 

You haven’t let go of them, of the memories, of the past, of the old him. Even after so many months, even after making yourself and everyone else believe that you had let go, you never really did. And that is the cause of all of the messes in your head and in your heart. The past keeps calling for you, the past keeps pulling you back. 

You feel stuck. You are stuck. You are still stuck in the past. 

It’s why you can’t move on, it’s why you can’t find happiness, it’s why you can’t find yourself in this timeline because you are stuck in a time that no longer exists. 

You never let go, you never let go of him, you never let go of the anger and the pain that is rooted so deeply inside of you. It’s not even his fault, it’s your own, because you couldn’t let go of all the memories you have made with him, good and bad. 

You have a second chance with him now, you gave him one, despite how wrong it was to do so, you gave him and your friendship a second chance because you did not want to lose him again. He is right in front of you and he is trying, he is trying to be good, he is trying to be your friend. Yet, you kept holding onto something that died a long time ago.

Dustin calls your name, but you are still staring at the restaurant. 

“Hey,” Dustin waves his hand in front of you, watching you in concern, “you… okay?”

You snap out of your thoughts, blinking. You clear your throat, looking into Dustin’s worried eyes, “y-yeah!” 

He looks back, checking out what you’ve been staring at for so long. 

“You uh, don’t plan on buying him a restaurant do you?” 

You crack a smile, shaking your head at the young teen. 

“Come on, I gotta show you something, you’re gonna love it!” He grins as he grabs your hand and drags you into the store, pulling you away from something that had thrown your world upside down, yet again. 

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The window is open in his room, the cold breeze kisses his skin, distant thunder crashes through the sky but lighting is yet to be seen. The room is silent, as is the rest of the house, as always. Steve is sitting on his bed, his eyes keep flickering back and forth between the watch on his nightstand and the telephone. 

He is waiting, waiting for something that might not happen this year. 

It’s almost midnight. It’s almost his birthday. 

He is willing you to call. He needs you to. He needs to hear your voice, it’s been too long since he had last heard you, since he had last seen you. You had distanced yourself from everyone for a moment, but especially from him. Robin had told him that you needed it, that you needed some time to yourself. And while he understood why, he still felt sad when you stopped showing up at Scoops Ahoy every lunch break. 

He glances at the watch. The clock strikes 12, but the phone isn’t ringing and he fears that it won’t at all. He knew it wouldn’t. He knew you wouldn’t call. Yet, he can’t help but feel disappointment sinking through him. This will be the first year without a call from you at midnight on his birthday. 

He closes his eyes. 

His parents aren’t here, and they won’t be when he wakes up in the morning. They won’t be here, he already knows it. Despite the promise that they had made, he knows they won’t show up. And this time, you won’t be here either. 

For the first time in a while, he feels like crying again. 

It’s 12:01 when the shrill sound of the ringing telephone almost makes him jump up from his bed. He opens his eyes, staring at it for a second before he picks up the phone with a pounding heart and hope in his eyes. 

“Hello?”

For a moment, he can only hear his racing heart and silence on the other line. 

“Hey.”

It’s you. 

You called him, after all. 

“Happy birthday, Steve,” you whisper in a way that mends his hurting heart in an instant. 

He blinks the tears away that have threatened to fall just seconds ago. 

“T-Thank you, Dolly,” he whispers. “I didn’t think you’d call.”

“I always call.” 

“Yeah, but.. things are different now. I’d understand if you didn’t call,” he says, though he wanted nothing more than to hear your voice. For weeks, he had craved to see you, to hear your voice, to feel your presence. But especially tonight, because this used to be something special to you and him. 

You are quiet. For a long minute, you don’t say anything. Steve can tell that you are struggling. 

“But we’re friends, right?” 

“Yes, we’re friends,” he whispers, sadly. 

He pictures the look on your face, right now. He thinks that it matches the sad one on his.

“I missed you,” Steve whispers. 

He can hear your breath hitching in your throat. 

“I missed you too.”

That alone, is enough to make his heart flutter in his chest. You missed him.

You clear your throat. 

“S-So are you throwing a big party tomorrow?” 

Steve lays back, letting himself fall into the soft pillows. 

“No, I think I’m done with those.” 

There haven’t been many parties that ever brought him anything good. Most of them ended badly for him. 

“Oh, but you always used to throw birthday parties.”

He can hear the frown in your voice and he can’t help but smile at that. 

“I’m getting old,” he jokes. 

You laugh at his words, not knowing that the sound of it causes his heart to beat wildly. 

“Oh yeah, you’re such an old man, Harrington,” you tease. “How’d you manage to keep the good looks?” You ask with a giggle. 

His eyes widen and his cheeks heat up. He can feel the blush on his cheeks now. 

“I uh– well, I eat healthy and I work out,” he mumbles, scrunching his face up. 

“You work out, huh? Just when you leave the basketball team, you start working out even more.”

He chuckles. He raises his hand towards his hair, running his fingers through it. 

“Well, I get bored after work and when Robin and Dustin aren’t around to be little shitheads, I use the gym that my dad built for no reason. That old man never uses it.” 

You snort. 

“You should start playing DnD with the guys.” 

“You mean with Eddie?” Steve asks, rolling his eyes. 

“Uh, well, Eddie rarely plays nowadays, he’s busy with work and the band but yeah, sure. You two should spend some time together.” 

Steve raises his brows.

Him and Eddie, spending time together?

Eddie hates his guts. And, Steve doesn’t even blame him for it. But, he’s not a big fan of him either. Eddie has something that he wants back. 

The thought of spending time with him seems like something out of a fever dream. 

“I think you’d actually get along if you both tried.” 

He frowns at your words, shaking his head as though you can see him. 

“Uh, yeah, I’m sorry but no.” 

“You’re both so stubborn, I swear. Trust me, you’re not that much different from each other – Eddie also loves KFC.” 

Steve snorts at your words, rolling his eyes. 

“Did it traumatize you when he took you to KFC for the first time? You know, cause you always hated it so much when I took you there?” 

You giggle. 

“Oh, it was so traumatizing, Steve. I almost had a panic attack.” 

“Always so dramatic, honey,” he says so naturally. 

“You know me.”

You are both smiling, both laying in your beds as you talk on the phone for the first time in forever. This used to be a regular thing a long time ago.

“How are you?” He asks the question that has been lingering on his mind forever. “I haven’t seen you since we met up for lunch.” When Robin had crushed the ‘date’ that he was looking forward to. 

“I’m... good.” 

“Are you?” 

“Yeah,” you whisper. “I’m good.” 

Steve had wondered what went wrong. That day you had met up with him, you seemed so nervous, so anxious and worried. He could not ask you back then, he didn’t want to pressure you. And then, you and Robin had disappeared. When she came back without you and she told him that you needed some time to yourself, that he should stay away from you for a little while, he couldn’t help but feel sick with worry. 

“Robin said you needed some time to yourself, are you okay?” 

“Yeah. I-I uh, I just needed to be alone for a little.”

“Oh.” 

Alone. Alone but with Eddie. 

“So, what are you doing for your birthday if you’re not throwing a party?”

“I’m gonna have dinner with my parents.” 

“Oh! They’re gonna be there?” You ask, surprised. 

“Yeah,” Steve says, knowing that they won’t be there. He wishes you would be there. He wishes that he could spend the day with you. But he can’t ask, knowing that you will say yes only because you won’t be able to say no. 

“That’s nice, Steve.” You say. In a way, it sounds like there is something else you want to tell him. 

“Yeah..”

“D-Do you remember when we went to Enzo’s, last year?” You ask after a beat of silence.

“Yes, of course, I remember,” he says so simply, like he didn’t crush your heart weeks after giving false hope and promises he never kept. 

You’re quiet, again. And despite not seeing you, he knows that you’re sad when he feels his heart clenching. 

“It was.. one of the best dates I’ve ever been on, Steve.” 

Your voice has changed so suddenly, it sounds sick with sadness. 

He remembers it, he remembers it just the way you do. 

Right now, he wants nothing more than to go back to that night, just to see you smile again, just to feel your touch again, just to be with you again. He wants to go back to a night where you had still loved him, where he hadn’t ruined anything yet. 

“Maybe we can go back there sometime,” he whispers with hope in his heart. 

“Yeah, maybe…”

Though, while he sounds hopeful, you sound uncertain.

And he knows, the reason isn't your past. But something, someone else.

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i’ve been waiting for you ~ blurb ‧₊˚

୨ ୧ ˚₊ pairing ~ jude bellingham x reader

summary: your sisters poor time keeping abilities lead you to seeing a childhood crush once again !

y/s/n: your sisters name

THE DROPLETS OF water sliddown your windscreen, racing one another to the bottom but rarely did they make it, your wipers soon intervening with whatever fun they were having. With each second that passed, it became increasingly obvious how much time had passed since you had text your sister that you were outside.

You had decided to be a good older sister and offer to pick her up from her friend’s house. Though with the knowledge you had now, you would never be doing that again.

It felt creepy lingering outside of this family’s home, staring up at their front door in hope that it would finally open. You were yet to meet any of them, only just getting back from university, a fact that did not help with pleading your unfortunate case.

With one final glimpse of effort, you attempted to ring your sister once again. You watched as it got further through the familiar song that you had subjected yourself to listening to at least ten times by now. Only on the final ring did she pick up, her voice honeyed.

“You alright?” She asked upon answering obviously forgetting about your previously made deal to pick her up at eleven.

“Yeah, I’m outside.” Your voice was short as you leant your head against the headrest. Not only were you tired, but you were also annoyed. It had already been a long day and it was slowly stretching itself out even more.

Hearing a small gasp come through the line, the sounds of a duvet rustling coming afterwards, there was nothing to do but wait.

“Shit, my bad sorry. I will be outside in a second.” Your sister hastily said, hanging up not second later. With that small hint of hope returning to you, you turned back on your engine having decided to warm up your car slightly for her.

But your body soon blocked its entrance, a text pinging loudly through your phone. At first you ignored it, thinking it was one of your friends or even your parents but a second and third following forced you into reluctantly picking it up.

Can you come to the door pleaseeee?

With an umbrella preferably

I’ll pay for your petrol and everything if you do it :))

All were from your sister, her attempts at bribery leaving you ever so slightly proud but the fact she had decided to use them on you was mildly insulting.

No??I’m not knocking at a stranger’s door at 11:30 at night. You responded and without a second thought, you put your phone back down.

This time, it was your phone that was ringing.

“We are the only ones here, swear.” Yet again, you had no time to say anything before she was speaking. “Well, his older brother might be here but he’s not sure and even if he is, he wont care.”

One thing you were not good at was turning someone down so only five minutes of convincing later you had your hood up, strolling down the driveway you had parked a mere five metres away from. You tucked an umbrella away in your hand, having no use of it as you had been smart enough to put on a coat before you left.

Your mind was afar, not in the current but rather anywhere but. You were alert to sounds still however, your head snapping up upon hearing the door open. Words prepped themselves to take part in a harsh scolding though, when a man stood putting on his own coat in the doorway, they found themselves useless.

He noticed you only when you paused in your tracks, the gravel you had forgotten you were currently walking on creasing under your trainers with a loud noise.

The mans head turned to the side, his eyebrows furrowing into one line. “Can I help you?”

His words were slow with hesitation, it becoming painfully clear that you were not the only one unsure of what to do in this situation. He moved out of the wooden doors’ way, closing it behind him as he closed it behind him.

You could feel nothing but full body paralysis in that second, your mind whirring as even you were confused as to why you were here, as to why you ever let your sister talk you into this.

“Oh, I am y/s/n older sister. I am here to pick her up.” Shoving your hands in your pockets, you shuffled around on your feet in discomfort. The man continued to stare at you, as if he was validating your excuse as to why you had to be standing outside his house so late at night.

A part of you recognised him, having gone to the same primary school basically a decade ago. The two of you were in the same year but not class and for that reason had failed to ever do more than send each other a smile. Maybe it was during lunch or a mixed PE lesson where they forced the two classes to merge for whatever reason, they both had one thing in common, it never went past a smile.

Even if you did have an eight-year-olds crush on him for the span of a day, or two if you wanted to push facts, you never cared to learn his name.

A part of you knew when your heart speeding up when you saw his confusion riddled, bambi-like eyes once again was paired with the instantaneous jelly like feeling that riddled your leg, that sadly enough for you, the childhood crush hadn’t stayed so childish.

“Right, of course. Jobe told me you were coming.” He nodded slowly, taking in your dishevelled appearance. Making no attempt to hide his actions, his eyes had started on your face though soon they were heading downwards even if it was with the speed of a snail. Never had you felt this embarrassed before, having failed to change out of your Disney themed pyjama before leaving your house that night. On top of that, you were wearing a thick, baggy jumper with yet another thick coat on top.

Upon finishing his look-fest, his eyes met with yours, a pink hue settling within his cheeks. “Jude, nice to meet you.”

He held his hand out for you, a silent offer that you only caught onto when he cleared out of his throat awkwardly.

“Shit, yeah. I’m y/n.” You panicked slightly, those words of harsh reprimand that were in preparation for your sister coming back with the speed of light to hide underneath your tongue until it was time.

Jude laughed slightly as your wobbling hand met with his for a handshake. He could feel the anxiety radiating of your body as if you were a lamp. Although, he was in no position to talk, feeling a similar sense of nervousness at the shock of finally having the chance to be in front of you.

He had failed miserably at recognising you at first, having not seen you since the end of primary school. But there was only so much he could forget a face like yours no matter how hard he tried to.

“I love your pyjamas.” He nodded his head downwards, pointing towards them.

You were about to respond when the door opened once again, this time being the person you were expecting to see. With no umbrella, your sister walked out of the door with a deep frown on her face.

She approached you, snatching said object out of your hand so she could lift it above her head. “I have been waiting for you. Hey Jude, nice seeing you.” She took a second to look behind her at the man across from you.

“I cannot believe you took so long.”

Your head recoiled backwards. This time, you were at fault for forgetting the sass that your sister had within her. You had not been a victim of it for quite a while so you would have to give yourself a break this time around.

“Nice to meet you too.” Finalising your almost-conversation with Jude with the first thing that came to your mind, you followed your sister’s almost stop like movements towards the car.

“You made me linger around in their house so you could flirt with him?” She asked immediately when she had slammed the car door shut, looking at you pointedly.

Whilst you started the car for the third time that night, you dedicated a second to rolling your eyes at her with as much energy as you could muster. “Firstly, I was sat out here for like fifteen minutes before you picked up and secondly, I did not know that saying hello to someone was classified as flirting.”

She sighed heavily at you as her head shook side to side like a disappointed mother.

“It is not. But by the way the two of you were blushing at one another, it would have a high chance of either classifying itself as flirting or just embarrassing.”

You lifted your hand up to slap the back of head despite the nagging feeling of butterflies in your stomach.

If there was one thing you were certainly doing for a second time in life, it would be picking up your sister.

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kimi x toto wolffs daughter like fluff of their families and how they reacted and how they treat kimi

+ can you do a kimi antonelli oneshot where the reader is Toto and Susie's daughter and its when Kimi came to watch Jack's race (if you know what I mean) and him and reader are already together but it's just all adorable.

thank you!!

I've Never Lost (Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Wolff! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (I combined these two, hope yall don't mind)

Warnings: None

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1191

Summary: What started as a family outing has turned into a bet, and Kimi doesn't lose.

As always, my requests are OPEN

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Ever since you were teenagers, it was a tradition to go out karting with your family. It was standard procedure to go karting during the off-season or non-race weekends. Granted, you were never a driver, but once you started dating Kimi, he said he would drive you around the tracks. Before you and Kimi started dating, you would just watch Jack and your parents race, but now, you were finally able to join in the fun.

It was the middle of summer break, and Kimi was leading the F2 championship and ready to sign a contract with Mercedes for 2026. It was time for your regularly scheduled karting competition. 

This was the first time Kimi was going to be joining. You had told him before that you wanted to race with your family, so he made sure he would be able to go out with you and get to know your family as your family and not his boss. 

“I’m gonna win,” Jack boasted as he led the way into the karting track. Your mom and dad laughed, following hand-in-hand behind him. You and Kimi were just behind Jack, chasing him toward the entrance of the track. “I’m gonna bet you and Kimi and Papa and Mama because I’m the best.”

“I bet you are, Jacky,” You laughed as you caught up behind him and threw him over your shoulder. Kimi fell back a little as he chuckled at your antics with your brother. He knew this was what you two were like, but it was always funny seeing it in person. It only happened a few times around the paddock since you two were more conscious of your images in front of so many cameras, but in the track in the middle of nowhere, you two were free to be as rambunctious as you wanted.

Jack and your parents never complained. You didn’t have the most normal childhood with growing up surrounded by fast cars that could kill you. You had nothing holding you back out here, and Jack loved to mess around with his older sibling.

“You better not go easy,” Toto chucked as he and Susie walked passed Kimi who had stopped and watched you spin Jack around upside down from your shoulders. How he got in that position, nobody knows. Kimi’s attention snapped over to Toto at that moment in confusion at first before he continued his advice. “They’ll both be mad if they find out you went easy. They’re both extremely competitive. And this is Y/n’s first time in a kart after some time, so you should make it memorable.”

“You won’t be mad if we win?” Kimi countered with a smirk. He had grown up around Toto and Susie enough to view them as second parents, but he also had to remember they were his bosses. However, right now is a family outing, not a work event. It was everyone for themselves.

“You say that like your double seater is going to beat three single seaters,” Susie laughed when she came back into the conversation with passes for everyone to get on the track. “But go ahead and think you still stand a chance.”

“Oh bring it on,” Kimi challenged as he held his hand out for her to shake, “Why don’t we place a bet? Loser buys dessert?”

“Just you and me or if any of us beat you two?” Susie teased before agreeing.

“I’ll take my chances with all three of you,” Kimi replied with a smirk since he couldn’t keep a straight face. He gestured down to his outstretched hand again, “So, do we have a deal?”

“Consider it made,” Susie responded as she shook his hand before handing him the two passes for you and him to get the kart. Kimi turned around to see you and Jack still messing about, so he went over to tell you what was going on.

“Jack, come over here,” Toto called, causing you to almost drop him, but you gently set him down on his back on the asphalt. Jack jumped up and ran over to Toto, thinking something was wrong. “We need to strategize.” Toto and Susie then took Jack down to the track and started planning for how they were going to win.

“Did we do something wrong?” You asked as you walked in step with Kimi and took your pass to show the marshals.

“No, but I made a bet with your parents, so they need to strategize,” Kimi explained as he threw an arm around your shoulder while you sat trackside until the session before you were finished. 

“You? Made a bet? With my parents? Your bosses? Willingly? Who are you?” You joked as you placed the back of your hand on his forehead, checking for a temperature. “You don’t have a temperature. Are you sure you’re fine?”

“I’m perfectly fine,” He chuckled, pushing your hand away from his forehead and instead held it against his cheek. “You always say to let loose around them more. I’m just taking your advice.”

“You’re learning, I’m impressed,” You teased, moving your finger to tap his nose. “Next, you’ll be rough-housing with Jack and me.”

“I think I’ll stick with things that don’t hurt me,” Kimi scoffed with a smile as he pulled you closer into his chest while you watched the karts go around.

“Oh, and bets don’t hurt your pockets? I see how it is, rich man,” You joked as you leaned your entire body weight into him. “Do I at least get to know what the bet is before the race?”

“Loser buys dessert after,” Kimi chuckled.

“We’re in a double seater, dummy!” You exclaimed in shock. “They’re gonna be so much quicker than us! You made a bet you know you’d lose!”

“One, you underestimate my driving ability. Two, you think that wasn’t the point? Think how much harder Jack will try to win knowing there’s something at stake,” Kimi explained, and your jaw dropped. This reverse psychology was going to win your brother over in a heartbeat. “Plus, I know Jack and your parents are insanely competitive. I know you. They’re gonna do anything and everything to win, and it’ll be a real race.”

“You are crazy, but I love it,” You whispered as you left a kiss on his cheek before standing up and moving to the karts. You two put on your helmets and everyone took their places in their karts. Jack looked back at you and Kimi and signaled that he was going to catch you. Right as you sat down, you looked up at Kimi, who was still adjusting his helmet. “We’re not going easy on them though, right?”

“No never,” Kimi answered quickly as he took his seat in the driver’s seat. He fiddled with the seat and wheel for a second before the look in his eyes told you exactly what he was thinking. “This is technically a championship, and I’ve never lost. Buckle up because you’re not breaking my streak.”

You tightened your belts and braced yourself. This was the best (and only) way to get back onto the track.

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Obey me! Older Brothers Reaction to: Mc doing the "Come over. He just left" Prank

Other parts can be found here: Younger Brothers

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Welcome! To the first part of this adventure! This is just a silly idea I had. The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡

CW: Luci's part has a small suggestive part, and Levi's is slightly angsty? besides that it's all fluff!

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Lucifer's Reaction:

Lucifer has to go to the Demon Lord's Castle for a meeting with Diavolo. He bids farewell to his favorite little human Mc, leaving them in charge of keeping the house from burning down. Then Lucifer leaves the House of Lamentations like normal, he walks out the front door, heading down the pathway to the street. Mc watches from inside the house through a window, they wait until he gets to the street and is almost out of sight, then they send him the prank message: "Come over. He just left." Mc watches intensely, heart racing as Lucifer seemingly gets the text message. Lucifer pulls his D.D.D out of his pocket still walking as he glances over what it says, Mc watches as Lucifer comes to a sudden stop, they figure he's processing the message. Mc waits for his reaction, a little surprised as he starts typing on his D.D.D, they sit there waiting for a response message to pop up on their D.D.D from him...but that never happens. Instead when Lucifer's done texting he begins to continue walking, giving HoL a quick glance as he does. Mc watches him leave, baffled, did he not get the message? Did he not care? Mc's mind fills with a thousand thoughts and reasonings but they are quickly snapped out of their thoughts when a stampede of footsteps comes rushing towards them. Mc stares in utter confusion as Lucifer's brothers come and swarm around them, asking Mc what they are doing, if they have plans, telling Mc that they should come hang out! There's so many fun things to do, Lucifer's not home so what trouble could come from a little fun! Even if Mc says no, it doesn't matter, the brothers home will drag Mc off to "hang out". If Mc manages to get out of dealing with the swarm, they will be stuck with at least one brother being with them at all times. Mc doesn't get a moment of peace, even if they think they do, there's a brother watching from somewhere nearby. This goes on the entire time Lucifer is gone, when Lucifer gets back to HoL, the brothers disperse, no longer bothering Mc. Lucifer won't say anything to Mc, he'll act completely normal, but if Mc decides to bring up the message and ask if he got it..then they'll get a reaction..which is a "punishment" from him. The only way Mc will ever find this out, is if one of the brothers tell them or they happen to see the chat, but Lucifer is the reason his brothers wouldn't give Mc any space. When Lucifer had gotten Mc's message he was worried, though he's too prideful to admit it. He sent a message to the group chat with his brothers, that could've gone two ways, the first way is he may of made it simple and just sent a simple message of "Mc's planning to hang out with someone, someone they don't want us knowing about.", knowing his brothers, he knew his brothers would freak and go bother Mc so much that Mc wouldn't be able to see anyone even if they tried to. The second way is that he would've bribed his brothers, saying whoever kept Mc from seeing the person they were trying to see, could say anything they wanted and Lucifer would get it for them. Either way the point is that he sent his brothers to make sure Mc didn't see anyone while he was busy doing work stuff, not that he'd ever be caught admitting that. Also Lucifer likes to act like he knows Mc better than Mc knows themselves, so I feel like he'd know if they were cheating or not, but that worry can still cause him to send his brothers just to ease his worries. Low-key he would like Mc to tell him it's just a prank and ease his worries, but his pride would never let him admit that, so just tell the poor man it's a prank.

Mammon's Reaction:

Mammon has to go out and do an errand..because Lucifer told him to. Mammon went to his most prized treasure Mc's room and begged his human to accompany him while he's out and about doing the errand. But no matter how much he begged or bargained, Mc said they were too busy! Pouty and upset, Mammon goes to leave the House of Lamentations alone, he walks out the front door, heading down the pathway to the street. Mc watches from inside the house through a window, once Mammon gets to the street and is almost out of sight, Mc sends the prank message: "Come over. He just left". Mc watches intensely, and a little anxiously as Mammon pulls out his D.D.D while walking, seemingly checking the message. Mc watches as Mammon freezes in place for about 0.2 seconds before Mammon starts sprinting back towards HoL at full speed. Running way too fast and way too frantically, Mammon ends up tripping and faceplanting onto the floor, Mc can only laugh a little as they watch this happen. Just as quickly as Mammon had hit the ground, Mammon is off the ground, continuing to run to HoL like a maniac. When Mammon gets into the house, he's panting for air, but that doesn't stop him from beginning to rant and rave about how he's Mc's man! How Mc shouldn't be trying to hang out with anyone without him around to protect them! Mammon will sit there ranting until something shuts him up, which is Mc when they give him a kiss to make him stop talking long enough for them to explain it's just a prank. Mammon's face shows obvious relief and gets all flustered, he tries to play it off like he knew it was a prank, but he obviously didn't. Even though Mammon feels relieved, and does trust Mc, he forces them to come along while he does the errand..just in case. He won't trust his brothers to make sure Mc doesn't see anyone unless he absolutely has to, purely because he worries about his brothers stealing Mc. Mc's too precious for him to lose! A treasure he can't live without. Mammon's pretty clingy and over protective for a while do to the prank, he may even want to hear that it was just a prank more than once, he just needs reassurance.

Leviathan's Reaction:

Levi has to go to a student council meeting, it's mandatory and Lucifer would punish him if he didn't go. Otherwise Levi wouldn't be leaving the house let alone his room. Levi plays games with his player 2 until he absolutely has to leave to make it to the meeting on time. Levi bids farewell to Mc, leaving his human in charge of the timed stuff in the game the two are currently playing. Levi leaves his room, headed down the stairs and then out the front door, walking down the pathway towards the street. Mc waits until they hear the front door shut, then they fly down the stairs and peek out the window. Seeing that Levi is on the street and almost out of sight, Mc sends the prank message: "Come over. He just left." Mc watches intensely as Levi pulls his D.D.D out, seemingly getting the message. Mc watches as Levi freezes in place, just staring at his phone for a good minute or two, then he takes a glance back at HoL. Levi turns like he's going to head back inside, but then he stops, he turns back around and acts like he's going to walk away, but again he stops. Levi does this multiple times, seeming like he has no idea what he should do. Levi looks distressed and his movements make it seem like he's panicking. Mc realizes the prank is not going well, so they rush outside to tell Levi it's just a prank. When Mc gets outside and gets close enough to Levi to talk to him, they call out to him and he turns to look at them. Mc feels like the worst person ever as they see that Levi is crying. Mc frantically explains that it was just a prank as they approach Levi, it takes a second as Levi steps back a few times, but eventually Levi lets Mc get close enough to hug him. They just hug him while repeating how sorry they are and that it was just a prank. Levi seems to calm down a little and Mc eventually manages to get him back into the house in the safety of his room. Levi will need lots of reassurance and will need to hear that it was just a prank probably 100 times. It's something that'll stick with him so much that years later he may bring it up, just to really make sure it was just a prank. Levi and Mc play games, watch anime, anything Levi wants as Mc has to make it up to Levi for doing such a prank. The two completely forget about the student council meeting, when Lucifer gets home he goes to punish Levi, but after hearing what happened Lucifer punishes Levi lightly and gives Mc a punishment for doing such a prank on Levi. Mc gets their just desserts and learns that these types of pranks aren't something to be pulled on Levi. He's a sensitive, self conscious baby, don't hurt him like that again.

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Thats all for now babes! Hope you enjoyed!! ♡ This is not proofread. Feel free to comment or reblog any thoughts or any add ons you have! Do you guys want a version of this for the other characters I write for? Lemme know if so! More content is coming soon so Stay Tuned! Stay Safe! & Stay Groovy Scooby! ♡

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[patito-oward]

First Night

masterlist

WC: 1.6k

Summary: YN and Pato spend their first night together

Previous Parts: I

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Pato had arrived at her house the next night to take her out once again. They went on a series of 6 dates in two weeks, and had become quite enamored with each other in that time. YN was hesitant at first, trying to keep her guard up while she waited for the other shoe to drop, but Pato had wormed his way in. It was hard to not let her walls down and let him in when he was so incredibly sweet.

Their second date Pato picked her up in a rented Toyota Corolla which made YN giggle when she saw it. “You actually rented a car to pick me up in?”

“I’m on my third strike and I couldn't risk it.”

Pato knew when he first saw her that she was special, but never expected to fall as hard and as fast as he had. He had come to expect that he was not seen as “boyfriend material” for most women. He knows his schedule and frequent travel doesn’t scream commitment. He had gotten used to a few dates, maybe a couple hookups, and not much more. He tried to convince himself he was okay with that. That the one night stands were fun and he needed to focus on his career anyways, and he was fulfilled by it. It worked– sometimes.

It worked until he’d watch a cheesy romance movie and think about how much he wanted someone to be by his side, or until he had a kid come up so him at a race, a gap in their front teeth and incredibly excited to meet him, and he realized how much he wanted a family of his own.

So he cut off the hookups, because after each one he would be left with this lasting feeling of emptiness, and he’d stopped going on dates for the most part, accepting that his career has prevented him from what he really wanted. If it hadn’t been for Elba’s incessant nagging, he wouldn’t have gone on the date with YN. He’s never been more thankful to have such an annoying older sister.

He invited YN over so he could cook dinner for her, and he was suddenly very nervous about how the night would go. He had tried to plan the perfect night, decorating his table with a large vase of red roses and candles, but as she got closer to arriving he started to doubt himself and wonder if it was too much. He doesn’t want a repeat of their first date where she was clearly overwhelmed.

Before he could think too much about it or change anything, his doorbell rang, and he decided to just try and make the best of the night. The second he opened the door he felt a lot better, she had that effect on him, just seeing her seemed to lower his heart rate and calm him down. She looked absolutely gorgeous in a pair of dark jeans and a cropped sweater.

“Hi!” She greeted him with the sweetest smile and he realized how utterly gone he was for her.

“Hi, you look beautiful.” He kissed the corner of her mouth, a quick gesture but even that made his stomach flip, and moved aside so she could come in.

She had seen his apartment before, but only briefly when he realized he left his phone after he picked her up, and invited her inside. He could tell she was really taking in the place now, the night time made it seem different, softer, the few lights he had on cast a soft glow through the place.

The timer on his phone went off and he headed towards the oven to take out dinner. He made pasta for the night, and it was in the oven to bake the cheese he topped it with. It was when they reached the kitchen that she took note of the dining table.

“Is it too much? I’m sorry if it is; I just wanted tonight to go perfect and I’ve messed it up already.” He started apologizing without her saying anything.

“It’s gorgeous. I can't believe you set this all up and thought I wouldn’t like it.” YN assures him, and kisses him hard trying to show him all of her gratitude.

“I’m glad you like it.”

Dinner is easy, like most things have become between them. YN has never felt so comfortable with someone, and wants to tell him everything. Pato already wants YN to know the deepest parts of him, he wants to learn her inside and out and vice versa.

The thing they’ve taken to talking to most is their families, and they’ve learned so much about each other through that. They both have one sibiling, their best friend, and they’re both extremely close to their families. In a lot of ways YN reminds him of Elba, when she talks about her younger sister he can tell how much he cares for her. She tells him about how she used to watch her sister frequently while her mom worked two jobs to support them. In a sense he feels like he’s met her sister and mother, the way she describes them he can tell there’s so much love between them.

They’ve completely gone through the getting to know you stage, conversations now filled with stories and deep conversations about fears and the future.

After dinner they settle onto the couch, and are scrolling for something to watch. Pato has a large, comfy sectional, but YN has chosen to curl up right against him. It sends a warmth through him, he can smell the mix of her strawberry shampoo and vanilla perfume, and decides it is his new favorite smell. He wraps his arm around her and she leans on his shoulder.

They scroll through netflix and find a baking show to spend the rest of the night watching. It was less about what they were watching for both of them, and more about just being together; however, they both got quite into the show, enjoying watching the competition and judging the bakers themselves.

As the night went on, YN grew pretty drowsy on the couch, and after an episode ended announced, “I should probably head home soon.”

When she sat up, Pato immediately missed the weight of her against him. “Ok, I guess it is getting pretty late.”

She kissed him then, “Thank you for dinner.”

“I’ll make dinner more often if that’s what it gets me.” She laughs at his response and leans in for another kiss.

The kiss quickly deepens, but it’s soft and slow. YN moves herself to be sitting on his lap, knees bracketing his hips. Up until this point they haven’t done anything other than kissing and heavy petting. Pato desperately wanted to know every inch of YN, but knows that if he does what he has always done the results will always be the same. Plus the teasing has been incredibly hot, and he’s willing to wait for her.

When they pull away from each other they’re both a little breathless. Pato can feel his heartbeat in his throat, and is glad the room is dark because he’s sure there’s a pink tint across his face. He speaks before he can stop himself, “Don’t go.”

YN freezes in her spot perched in his lap, “What?”

“I don’t want you to leave. Stay, I’ll sleep on the couch if you want, we don’t have to do anything, just don’t go.” He’s begging at this point, but he really can’t stand the thought of her leaving him.

“You don’t have to sleep on the couch.” She leans in for another kiss, so soft he almost doesn’t feel it.

He gently coaxes her off his lap and leads her to his room. He grabs them both some pajamas from his dresser. He gives her a pair of sweatpants and an arrow mclaren hoodie, remembering that she’d told him she freezes in the night.

He got out an extra toothbrush for her, and showed her where his face wash and medicine was. While she got ready, he got dressed himself. They switched places when she came out of the bathroom.

As she waited for him she looked around his room, not what she expected, but she didn’t really know what she expected. He had a white comforter and sheets on the bed, with black and copper throw pillows. The furniture is black metal and dark wood, giving an industrial but homey vibe to the room.

He leaves the bathroom and YN takes the opportunity to really sink him in. He’s in a pair of grey sweatpants that make her a little crazy, and a tight white long sleeve that hugs his biceps so perfectly she’s drooling.

They climb into his bed together and YN immediately notices his smell enveloping her. He smells woodsy and warm. YN notices that they both climbed into opposite sides without thinking about it, another way they fit so perfectly together.

Pato lays on his back and YN hesitates before curling into his side. He wraps his arms around her shoulder and she entangles her leg with his and rests her hand on his chest, “Is this ok?” She asks him.

He can’t believe she even has to ask because he’s never been better. “Perfect.”

She starts absentmindedly scratching at his chest, and the last thing she remembers before drifting off is Pato kissing her head and whispering, “Buenas noches.”

That was the first of many nights spent together for YN and Pato. Already fallen for each other much more than either was willing to admit. Their souls as intertwined as their legs.

[skitskatdacat63]

Love to go back to my desk once I've woken up and see whatever weird thing I was working on at like 5 am. This one I think is genuinely interesting but also would look so deranged to anyone else 😭 I was writing a color coded guide to how I group drivers in my head with examples with different grids(i.e. how the demographics change) and now I want to write one for all of the 2000-now grids. Completely normal behavior what are you talking about

[marejuka]

Dreams that made me soaked

TW;CNC,Degraiding💛🧡🖤

Concept:older brother from bully victim makes you regrett your behavior

Following of part one

"Come in,you might like this"

his voice sounded spiteful, my heart was racing. hopefully the two of them didn't tell anyone what was going on here

The brother entered the room and immediately smiled nasty. The guy above me got up but when i tried to do the same he pressed me with one hand on his bed.

"Remember the girl i told you about? The small girl that keeps making fun of me?" His brother nodded at his Statement and got closer to the bed and me.I writhed under his hand and tried to get free but he was too strong seemed like he didnt even notice my struggle.

His hand wanders once again to my neck so his brother has free access to touch my breasts. His touche Was rougher than his little brothers. My whimpers just made him go rougher on my titts,his huge hands fit perfectly on my tits. "apparently what he told me isn't true, you seem to be as tame as a lamb" my moans got Hotter every second that he groped me. I held on to the younger man's arm, he looked down on me and watched me like a predetor.

my instinct became stronger than my understanding , the unpleasant moisture between my legs became unbearable

My hand slid down my body and between my legs. Both guys towered over me,looked down on me in Lust and desire. It made me so dizzy in my head and my body so hot. I felt pathetic fingering my pussy but it all felt so good I couldn't resist.

I saw that the younger brother Was stroking his cock trough his pants and the older grinded slightly on my tigh. I closed my eyes and felt my dress being pulled down being completely naked in front of them made my pussy even more wet.

the big brother took out his dick and rubbed it on my naked leg,his hands let go of my breats and caressed my body Till he got down to my cunt. His long Fingers played around my entrance,the Touch gave me goosebumps. It felt like a dream when he entered my pussy with his Fingers. He was much taller than his lil brother. I felt like his playtoy, after I opened my eyes I saw the face of the boy who let go of my neck and turned to his dick. He looked down at me and then again at the hairbrush.

"Do you think that shes too tight for Real fcking?"

His brother laughed and nodded,his one Finger was already really filling for me and he could tell too.I looked at them in fear of being Degraided like that. i heard the younger man talk about getting me used to a bigger size and immediately tried to convince them that this doesn't have to happen and that I can just give them both a blowjob. They didnt seem to care at all. my efforts remained in vain,I was turned onto my stomach and pulled by my hair onto all fours. My pleas and whimpers got whinier too the point the older brother spanked my ass so hard i couldnt say a word anymore.

The older guy looked at his younger and shy brother that still wasnt doing anything else but rocking his dick."Stop being such a burden here, you can do anything you want with her,if not get out and let me have a good time alone with her" his harsh words got him out of his trance and he kissed me The raspy voice between my legs sounded again "now your gonna feel a little stretched Baby" the boy kissing took my wrists and pressed them above my head without stopping sucking on my lips "please stop"my whiny voice encouraged him even more.

When the first centimetres penetrated me it felt painful like a burning sensation, i couldnt keep myself from moaning in the boys mouth.

it went deeper and deeper until i felt it in my belly,my eyes rolled into the back of my head and my moans got louder and high pitchted.

I could feel the younger man smile while kissing me. the older carassed my tummy while slowly moving the brush, the pain turned into embarrassing pleasure. i didnt care anymore how pathetic i look underneath both men, the wet sounds that comes from my pussy didnt make me nervous but a little degraided.

His thrusts got harder and harder till i couldnt contain myself from straight up whining,the brush stretched me out so hard and the rough thrusts hurt my climax. the young brother got up,still holding my wrists and looking down on my face distorted with pain and lust. He was out of breath and red in his shy face.

"please your too rough, it hurt so bad!.. im so sorry i was mean okay?" My pleading was useless, the torture continued.

"get out my way,i wanna see her face" the older rammed his brother out of the field of vision of my face. he now towered over me,knocked the hands of the younger one off my hands so that my arms were free to grip his broad shoulders. i arched my back as he rammed the brush harder in my tight pussy "ahhh it feels so big daddy aah pls ur so rough with me" my begging turned him on so much that his dick was rockhard on his tummy. The first slap that got on my face didnt really hurt or shock me.

But the second stung and third burned. I tried to hide my face, but when I did I got a slap on my lower belly,that was even worse because it made the aching worse from the thrusting. Crying was my last espace i tought and the same second i thought about the first tear rolled down my face. "Sniff please ill be good, stop beating me up pleasee" it didnt seem to affect him and his cold voice reinforced his desire to hurt me Physical "So you think crying like a btch will get you out here? fck you look so sweet and submissive.. i love girls like you"

I looked to the side, with each hit I whimpered and gave up more and more. his hand then closed around my thin neck and squeezed, harder than his brother who just sat next to us and masturbated the whole time. he rammed me even harder so that i started to press my nails into his broad upper arms. my moans had turned into agonised whimpers. despite my pain, i felt my orgasm coming, the shame coming over me. ‹ i can't come from something like this ..›

But my body didn't listen to my mind and soon afterwards I came to the end of the painful sensation. looking down i could see that i had squirted on his hand. the older brother pulled out the brush, it was soaking wet and dripping. he smiled down me and tapped me lightly on my chin.

"maybe you forget about my useless brother and come to my room when we have a party again little slut"

‹damn, i totally forgot that there was a party going on here›

the big brother had gone into the bathroom to do god knows what.

I quickly got dressed, the boy who was so brave earlier and then was pushed away by his brother was still sitting on the bed. He had climaxed at some point and now looked a bit lost

"im sorry i was so mean.. i hope you still are happy with this.." my voice was uncertain.

i gave him a quick kiss on his cheek and limped out the room, even tho my legs were still a lil shaking.

[klaustozier]

tight space ; chishiya

SUMMARY: chishiya is at his medical school graduation and can't take his girlfriend teasing him anymore.

warnings: chishiya x fem!reader, bathroom fuck, quickie, face slap, dirty talk, no condom, exhibitionism, pet names, established relationship

word count: 1,4k

this was a request on another platform, so i hope you like it.

english is not my first language, so i’m sorry for any mistakes.

enjoy!

"Oh my god, you won't stop", mumbled Chishiya, sitting down with you at one of the tables at the back of the hall, which was empty while his colleagues had fun on the dance floor.

"No", you chuckled, taking another sip of your champagne.

You were taking advantage of them being surrounded by people and you were running your hands over him, stroking him in inappropriate places, just to tease him. He got tired of it and pulled you to the back of the room, getting only smirks from you as he tried to lecture you.

"You're not going to stop, are you?", asked the blonde.

You grinned and shook your head, "No."

He looked to the right, at the end of the hall, to the right were the bathrooms, "I think I know what to do with you."

You smiled softly eating the strawberry that was inside your glass being pulled by the hand of the older one.

"Chishiya, we can't do this here", you said being pulled into the women's bathroom, he didn't even check if anyone was inside, he just walked into the beautiful bathroom and pushed you into one of the cubicles, pushing you against the door.

"Oh", he began, whispering, "now you have a purity crisis?"

"Chishiya, what if someone hears?", you asked, watching him pull down the straps of your black dress.

"So, you have to be quiet", whispered the oldest, smirking.

Chishiya kissed you, his hands already cupping your breasts, squeezing the soft skin as his tongue rubbed against yours. His fingers pinched your nipples, making you purr, kissing him, your hands stroking his blonde hair, your body arching into the touch, aching for him, your heart racing with the possibility of being caught, feeling so fucking ashamed of what they were doing, such arousing shame.

He let go of your breasts, lifted the skirt of your dress, still kissing you. His hand slid up your thighs receiving a small sigh while still devouring your mouth, his other hand continued to pinch your nipples, being delicate, his lips dominating yours, owning you the way he knew you loved it.

"Chishiya", you whispered as he attacked your neck.

His hurried fingers pushed your panties to the side, feeling them already soaking wet which made him chuckle, his teeth grazing your neck, "You like the idea of ​​someone seeing us so much, don't you?"

"It's not like that…", you tried to defend yourself.

Chishiya chuckled, making you shiver, your hands clutching his hair with one hand and the other was on his shoulder, "You wanted me to fuck you in the middle of the dance floor, didn't you?", he whispered, "You were about to take my pants off, now you act like a saint", his fingers slid over your clit, massaging, eliciting a whine from you, which made him laugh and cover your mouth with his hand, finally looking back at you, "Shhh", silenced him.

You moaned softly trying to control yourself, getting harder and harder with the speed at which he masturbated you and the thought of people entering the bathroom. Chishiya smiled when he heard a girl entering the bathroom, who started to touch up her makeup in the mirror while complaining about her skin being too oily.

"Hush", he whispered, releasing your lips only to say that, and got back to kissing you desperately.

His long fingers fucked your pussy, making you squirm and let out a soft little moan that he swallowed back with the kiss. The sound of the music coming from the party, thankfully, muffled the sounds from you a bit, but you still shouldn't be making loud sounds.

"I need to fuck you", he whispered.

"Chishiya, someone will hear us", you commented worriedly, trying not to whimper.

"And?", asked the older one, smirking, "Mind you don't get horny", he took his fingers out of you, showing how wet they were, "Look how you already are", Shutaro sighed and took them into his mouth, sucking calmly.

Chishiya kissed you again, in complete desperation, sharing the taste of you. He hurriedly opened your pants, smiling when his hands were replaced by yours. You stopped kissing him briefly only to let saliva fall onto your hand and spread over his cock, getting a little and soft whine.

"You're moans are so cute", you commented.

He chuckled and threw his head back, "Shut up", he panted, his hands cupping your face and kissing you, his hips thrusting into your hand, "Fucking slut", he whispered, smacking you across the face before going back to kissing you.

Chishiya took his hands to your ass and began to squeeze the flesh while still being masturbated, you positioned his cock in your pussy and purred when he began to move his hips letting his cock rub between the delicate folds.

"I can't take it anymore, Chishiya", you whispered, "please, I need to be fucked."

"Of course, baby girl", he smiled, catching you by the thighs, pulling you to wrap your legs around his waist, "Just be quiet, okay, baby?"

"Yes, sir."

Chishiya didn't even wait long, he was desperate too. In one smooth, precise movement, he entered you, sinking in slowly as he held your ass, panties pushed to the side, dress bunched at your waist, pantyhose ripping against his belt, but no one there cared.

To keep the door from swaying with their movements, Chishiya pressed your body against the wall and started thrusting. You hugged his shoulders, your lips parting gently trying not to make too much noise as the blonde looked at you defiantly, wanting to hear you whimper and moan like you always did.

"Come on, girls", said a girl entering the bathroom.

Your little eyes widened when you heard the various pairs of shoes entering the bathroom behind the first girl. There must have been at least five girls, getting together to take pictures in the bathroom mirror.

"Chishiya", you whispered, squeezing his shoulders with your hands.

"What's wrong, princess?", he whispered in your ear, thrusting hard, the sounds of impact softened because he was still dressed, thrusting mercilessly, watching you try your best not to moan louder as your pussy was punished, "Don't you want to know you're being fucked in a bathroom?"

"Chishiya", you moaned a little louder than you wanted and that got the attention of the girls outside.

"I think there are people busy in here", said one of the girls making the others laugh, "Let's leave them alone."

The girl's cheeks flushed instantly causing him to chuckle, "It's no use pretending you don't love the idea of ​​getting caught."

"Shut the fuck up, fucking jerk", you cursed, hugging his shoulders, burying your face in his neck, being fucked without mercy.

Chishiya sat on the toilet seat, his hands on your ass, squeezing it to help you with the movements, feeling your insides tightening. You tried to keep the movements of your legs, but it was getting harder and harder, even more so with the approaching orgasm.

Noticing that you were no longer able to support your own weight, he hugged your waist and held you in place as he fucked you harder, your inside squeezing him hard. In complete desperation, you kissed him to avoid making any noise while listening to girls talking and going in and out the bathroom.

You purred and moaned, finally cumming, your body going limp against his as he played with you, like his little private sex toy, seeking his own pleasure. You moaned softly as you felt his cum fill you.

"Fucking shit", he whispered, panting heavily, "you're so hot."

"Chishiya", you whispered as your dress straps were put back in place.

"Ready to go out?", he asked, tucking your panties into place.

"We have to wait", you whispered, sounding angry.

Chishiya got up putting you sitting on the toilet cover while fixing his own pants, "I'll wait for you by the door, whenever you want to leave, I'll be there", he opened the cubicle door and covered his eyes, "I'm sorry, girls", he said, closing the cubicle door behind him, walking towards the door looking only at the floor so he could locate the door, "I didn't see anything, don't worry, thanks for the opportunity to use your bathroom."

Finally he left, smirking, standing on the other side of the door, leaning against the wall. He smiled as the girls walked out of the bathroom, waiting for his girlfriend to appear, knowing you were mortified with embarrassment.

When you left, your face was flushed in a deep shade of red, your hair was messy, you gave him the middle finger because of the victorious little smile he was holding, "I hate you", you mumbled, pulling him onto the dance floor.

"I love you too", he said, chuckling.

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[pityroadart]

Hi Nic!! What's the thing you most look forward to doing when you're drawing/painting? I've never touched a paintbrush in my life, sorry if that's a super broad question. But say, your eye watercolours- is it trying to reproduce the tones with a limited (at least to a digital artist) palette? The initial drawing stage? Painting in the wispy lashes and brows? It all seems like magic to me!!! 😍

Hello I apologise for the late reply! Race week was busy, and I wanted to give your lovely message the care it deserves (& also I just love talking about watercolours)

That's a hard question! I really enjoy the process as a whole (except when I am complaining about it, which is an important part of the process), especially my eye paintings because they're so intuitive to me by now.

But, a few parts I really enjoy are:

1. Choosing the palette — both the actual paint palette I'll be using (I have so many), and the palette of usually 2-6 actual paint colours I'll be mixing my colours from. I'm a bit of a pigment nerd, so figuring out which paints are gonna have the perfect properties (granulation, staining etc) and mix the colours I want very enjoyable

2. The first wet wash, normally working wet-in-wet (applying diluted paint to already wet paper), where the goal is to simply place your colours in the approximate areas they should be, and let the watercolour work its magic.

Here's a couple WIP shots of my Yuki eye, in both that initial stage and the one I'm about to describe below:

3. Getting the darkest darks in, and all of a sudden, just like magic, it becomes an eye! This is normally the third layer out of an approximate 4, and whilst I try to save the individual brow hairs and lashes until that final stage, I'll often mostly block them in here. An artist I follow on youtube, Arleebean, says often that if you feel your painting is going through the Ugly Stage, you've probably lost your values and need to get the (relatively) darkest darks in to bring it back to balance. It's a rule I live by, and that's what this stage is to me. I also get any freckles/spots/splatters in at this point, which is very fun to do too!

I hosted a watercolour workshop on eye paintings back in 2022 (and have another planned for this year), and here's a step-by-step I made of the first four stages (sketch, wet wash, mid tones, darks) in preparation for that. The final step after that would be, as you mentioned, any fine eyebrow hairs and eyelashes, which I think you can tell it's missing here

4. And possibly the stage I get most excited about, from about the middle of the painting onwards if it seems to be going my way, is posting it in the group chat or on here and watching my fandom friends and mutuals yell about it :)) Big fan of that, even if I am usually terrible at replying to nice comments :')

Here's a selection of older eyes I painted again as workshop examples, all using a limited palette of four colours (quin gold hue, pyrrol red, ultramarine, burnt umber)

+ a selection of more recent eyes:

Thank you so much for the lovely message! I adore your art (& seriously, if you're ever in the mood for an art collab or something, you know where to find me), so I'm glad you enjoy mine too ☀

[charles-leclerc-official]

Ok so I'm a very new F1 fan - started watching this year; I used to sit and watch races together with my father and brother in the 2007-2012 period just to spend time with them, not because I was interested, but I still retained some information from back then - and now I started out as, and still am a Charles fan.

And considering just how popular he is and all of the jokes about "Ask her about her favourite driver, bet she'll say Charles Leclerc" I thought the main reason people supported him was for the hype.

But to see a blog run by someone, who has so much knowledge of F1, the car structure, the history of the sport, someone who has watched for so long...and that blog is about Charles Leclerc of all drivers? That fills me with such joy and relief. Because I know for myself, that I'm not a fan of him for his looks or popularity, but sometimes I feel a little insecure about supporting him since I lack experience and knowledge in the field of watching F1, considering how new I am to it, so I can't always really defend my reasoning behind being his fan ("I just think he's good" doesn't really hold up that well as an argument)

So it's really nice to see someone so immersed in sport be openly supportive of him, since you have such a huge pick of drivers to make your blog about and curate your space with - current and past generation(s), legends of the sport. And yet it's about Charles.

That to me is basically like getting approval by an older sibling for a good pick/ good move made in a game. Like maybe my choice to like and root for him isn't as stupid as everyone makes it out to be. Maybe he isn't just popular.

So sorry for the ramble, but I just wanted to say thank you for your patience in explaining concepts to the community and for being unapologetically yourself on this app. Your blog is very enjoyable!

Omg thank you this is truly the sweetest thing <3

I could write essays(and I might) about sexism in this sport. But I want to say that you don't need a "valid" reason for a driver to be your favorite. They can be your favorite because you just think they are neat. And it's also not a bad thing if you do find them attractive or that's what first got your attention. People gatekeep to create this idea that you need a reason that they deem "worthy" when you don't. It's a sport you like, enjoy it however you want to have fun.

If you want to say Fernando is your favorite because you think his sunglasses are cool then more power to you.

And you don't need to understand all the history and car stuff to be a good fan.

People like to gatekeep and create this idea that you need to know certain things or you have to like a driver for X reason, but if you like him for X reason then you aren't a real fan. It's frustrating.

Popular isn't always a bad thing either.

I'm a Ferrari fan, I support the driver who is skilled who is bringing glory to my red team. Charles has been doing that consistently since he joined and that is why he has my support. I have been impressed with his skill on track every single year of his career. I like quality driving, I like quality driving in RED, and Charles does both of those things.

Charles is a skilled driver, and you should feel happy supporting him and watching him drive because it's truly amazing to watch.

I am very glad you have joined us in our support of Charles and his career at Ferrari, it's an exciting time for him and for the team! I hope you are having fun!

[onboardsorasora]

ahh i love your deaged daniel series!

do max and daniel ever have a get together or play date with sebastian and/or jenson's families? just to give daniel a chance to play with kids his own age and get some energy out

but maybe he's also shy at first and scared to talk to all the new people!

been kinda offline all day, but i had this in the drafts

De-Aged Daniel | De-Aged Daniel Part 11

Max didn’t realize how many drivers had kids. It wasn’t something he went around asking honestly and it also wasn’t any of his business. But after the twitch fiasco, he’d been added to no less than three driver dad group chats.

He’d tried to explain in each one that he wasn’t a father, but Daniel had exchanged bodies. And that, itself caused a whole different level of chaos.

This is how he found himself and Little Daniel walking into a park looking dubiously at the group of men chatting in a circle while their children ran around them.

“Max! You made it!” Seb’s grin was wide as Max settled near to them.

“Well, it's within walking distance of my flat so…” Max shrugged. Little Daniel looked at everyone with wide eyes before shyly tucking his face into Max’s neck.

“Daniel, these are some friends of ours. Do you want to say hi?” Max asked softly.

“Hi…” Daniel whispered into Max’s neck, clutching at his tshirt strongly so Max didn’t get the idea to put him down. He hadn’t been allowed to carry the Max pillow and Daniel had made his objections known with big, watery honey eyes and a wobbly bottom lip. Max had bargained that he could wear his race suit instead and that had soothed the savage badger.

“I forgot how shy he used to be. You’d never know now.” Seb mused, Jenson nodded along, clearly remembering how awkward the knobby kneed young Aussie used to be in the paddock.

“Kid was fast though.” Nico pointed out which caused the older drivers to nod again, clearly remembering.

“You hear that Daniel, you were the fastest.” Max said, gaining Little Daniel’s attention. The boy looked at him curiously, tilting his head when Max nodded to the men. “This is Seb, Nico and Jenson. You raced against them and won.”

“Yenshen.” Daniel repeated, looking curiously at the men and biting his fingers. His mouth dropped open when he looked at Seb, as if in recognition.

“Hello old friend. Remember how we stopped biting our fingers?” Seb said softly, reaching to pluck Little Daniel’s fingers from his mouth. Daniel let him, staring into Seb’s bright blue eyes in wonder.

“Do we think he’ll spring back up to normal or will it be another exchange?” Nico asked while Seb kept Little Daniel busy.

“I’m not sure. Grace thinks he’ll exchange his way up.” Max offered with a slight shrug, being careful not to jostle. 

“She must remember then.” Seb murmured, fluffing Little Daniel’s hair.

“Seb!” Little Daniel cried out, grabbing at the older man’s palm to keep it from his hair.

“You said he did this before, right?” Jenson asked, grabbing his own son and swinging him on his hip. Little Daniel’s attention latched onto the other boy.

“Yeah, he got overwhelmed after Canada in ‘14. It never lasted this long though.”

Jenson put his son down after his wiggling got too wild and Little Daniel started tapping Max’s shoulder with his ring finger until the older man got the hint. The three drivers watched as Little Daniel clutched at Max’s shirt hem for a second before walking off to the playground with the other kids. 

Later that afternoon, it took all of their efforts to corral all the children who had started a game of tag just as the decision to go home had been made. Little Daniel kept running towards Max then away when Max reached down to grab him, laughing his honking giggle and screaming that he was faster. Jenson was able to distract him enough for Max to scoop him up, tickling his belly. They laughed as he squirmed breathlessly.

Little Daniel kept up a running commentary on the walk home, chattering away and telling Max about what he did and how much fun he had. He started flagging once they got to their building and Max was barely able to get him showered, and fed before he was snoozing on the couch. Max smiled at his soft face, slack in sleep. He laid on his stomach, clutching his Max pillow in one hand and hanging the other off the side of the comfortable cushion.

[ittgirl23]

TEASER FOR MY NEW JEGULUS FIC

SUMMARY: James and regulus meet one summer when they are children and become each other’s first friend. They think the bond they share is unbreakable, but will that prove true in the future, when their relationship is tested again and again?

“Hey Reggie,” James said suddenly, looking up at him from the ground where he was laying while Regulus swung back and forth in the tire swing. “Do you wanna play quidditch today?”

Regulus felt excitement as well as nervousness bubble up in his gut. He loved quidditch, but whenever he played with Sirius the older boy would fly to extreme heights, almost falling nearly every time. It made Regulus anxious that someone would get hurt.

“Sure,” Regulus said, feet in the air as he swung back and forth on the tire.

“Cool,” James said, smiling widely at him. “We can go to my house to get the brooms.”

“Ok.” Regulus said, hoping off the swing and following James to the Potter’s house.

Thirty minutes later Regulus’s arms were filled with quaffles and snitches while James carried both child-size brooms in his arm. The older boy was leading him down the path behind the Potters house that leads to the field where they spend most afternoons.

Once they get there James excitedly drops the brooms, and Regulus drops the supplies. James grabs the slightly larger broom because he’s a bit taller than Regulus and takes one of the quaffles. He mounts his broom and winks at Regulus before zooming away.

Regulus watches in awe as James glides smoothly through the air, the wind ruffling his unruly hair. James is a clumsy child, Regulus has observed this in the month or so they had known each other, however his grace on a broom is unmatched. He seems to instinctually balance the broom against the slight wind, keeping control of his movements in a way that should have Regulus envious of his skill, but instead he’s awestruck as James does a lap of the field before coming to hover in front of him.

James looks at him for a moment and Regulus can feel his cheeks heat because he knows he’s staring. He looks away and James laughs, but it’s kind, not in favor of making fun of his odd behavior. “Come on Reggie,” James says, smiling at him, “I’ll race you to the other end of the field.”

That has Regulus climbing on his broom and zooming after James, who had already taken off, the cheater. Using the broom is surprisingly easy compared to the one he has at home which is much older and for adults. Regulus has no trouble racing after James as he chases him around the field for hours, passing the quaffle back and forth.

“Hey Reggie, grab the snitch, I wanna practice my dives.” James says, sweaty and out of breath. Regulus feels momentarily anxious at the idea of James diving from the air, but then he remembers how graceful James is when he flies.

“Ok!” He says, already halfway across the field. He grabs the snitch from the ground, the golden wings unfurling in his palm. He regards it for a moment, looking at the way the sunlight glints off the golden ball, and thinks it’s beautiful. Then he lets it go and watches as it disappears.

He flies back over to James, who is scanning their surroundings with his hand shielding his eyes so he can see in the bright sun. His face is scrunched up as he squints to see the tiny golden ball. Regulus lets out an ungraceful snort that his mother would beat him for.

James turns to look at him, a mock accusing look on his face. “What?” He asks, and Regulus feels a smile light up his own face.

“I’m just surprised you can see, since your eyesight is so terrible even when you’re not staring into the sun.” He says, the smile on his face turning into a smirk.

James gasps in mock outrage, reaching forward to shove him, but Regulus flies away from him, shrieking in delight as James gives chase. As they chase each other around the field once again, a glint of gold catches Regulus’s eye from farther below them. It’s the snitch.

Before Regulus can even register what he’s doing, his broom is pointed sharply toward the ground as he dives for the tiny golden ball hovering above the grass. His surroundings blur and all he can see is the snitch fluttering tauntingly as he gets closer and closer.

The ground is approaching fast, too fast. He doesn’t think about that as his hand closes around the small ball and he tucks his arm to his chest, rolling off his broom before it can crash and landing in the soft grass, the wind knocked out of him.

“Regulus!!” James’s panicked voice shouts from behind him as he zooms into view. “Are you ok?!” James asks, quickly dismounting his broom and coming to kneel next to Regulus. James looks downright terrified, and with all the fuzzy energy and excitement thrumming through Regulus’s veins, he finds it funny. A loud laugh bubbles up and soon he’s absolutely cackling, gasping for breath.

James looks at him like he’s crazy before his lips start to twitch, and he too laughs. He collapses down next to Regulus, and they smile until their cheeks hurt.

“That was the most fun I’ve ever had James,” Regulus admits quietly, holding up the snitch in front of him, and watching the sun set over the trees in the distance. “Thank you.”

He doesn’t look at James but he can tell the other boy is smiling widely in that bright way of his. A warm hand closes over Regulus’s where he holds the snitch, and he looks over at James. “Anytime Reg,” he says, “keep that snitch. I have a feeling you might be a natural born seeker.”

When Regulus goes back to the summer house that night, he releases the snitch in his room and watches it zip around his ceiling, thinking of James and his bright smiles and warm laughter. When he falls asleep he dreams of laughter, smiles, and a warm hand holding his.