#i was gonna do something a little more grand for this but. too caught up w the pearls piece

[eeveekitti]

day 25: karma 3

to love life through companionship

[theemporium]

[3k] a f1 gossip page gets insider knowledge of what might be the paddock's best kept secret. in fact, it is so well kept that even the paddock don't know who it is about (aka a wee crack fic i couldn't get out of my head ft the papaya bunch).

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It was media day at the Barcelona Grand Prix when the rumours began.

Somewhere between team media duties and the official conferences, a group had found themselves lounging in the shared canteen. It was a neutral zone, the journalists weren’t allowed inside and it was just a place for most of the drivers to relax with their family and friends outside of the garages and motorhomes. 

You were sat in the seat next to Lando, his arm sprawled over the back of your chair and his thigh pressing against yours with how close he was sitting beside you. He was looking over your shoulder, a giddy smile on his face as you went through a few of the shots he had taken on his camera that morning—including an obscene amount of ‘candid’ shots that you made him swear not to post anywhere, despite his reassurances you looked gorgeous. 

It was a startled laugh from Daniel that caught everyone’s attention.

“There’s no fucking way!” Max laughed as he gaped at Daniel’s phone screen, shaking his head as he did. “Where the fuck do they get this from?!” 

Daniel only laughed harder. 

It took a few minutes before the Aussie finally turned his screen around and display the tweet for everyone to see. It took a few more minutes of snooping to find the article that followed the bizarre rumour. 

“Alright, who’s gonna fess up?” Lando joked as his eyes glanced over all the drivers currently sprawled across the various tables. “My bet is on Carlos. He seems like the kinda guy to have a secret kid.”

“Shut up,” Carlos scoffed before he nodded to the boy on his right. “It would obviously be Charles.”

The Monegasque spluttered out a laugh, his cheeks heating up. “It’s not me!”

“That’s what someone who has a secret kid would say,” Max retorted, seeming to enjoy the way the Ferrari driver’s face began to match the colour of his shirt. “You can tell us the truth about Charlie Junior.”

“First of all, I would never name my child that,” Charles said with his nose scrunched up in displeasure. “And I wouldn’t hide my children. I would be proud of them.”

“They could be hiding the children for privacy's sake. A paddock isn't exactly the best place for a child to be roaming around. Or the safest,” another voice spoke up and everyone’s eyes fell to the younger Aussie sitting across the table from you. Oscar squirmed a little under the sudden attention. “What?”

“You wanna tell us something, mate?” Lando questioned, a grin growing on his face.

Oscar’s cheeks burned red. “I-It’s not about me!” 

“You caught him,” Logan laughed as he playfully knocked his shoulder against his friend’s. “He has three kids back in Australia. Our lil’ Oscie is a father.”

Oscar frowned. “Don’t ever call me that again.”

“I’m offended you didn’t tell us,” you joked as you knocked your foot against his shin under the table. “I expected to be the godmother of one of your kids.”

“You would be if I had any,” Oscar quickly countered, making you snort in response. 

“Well, we have some clues,” Daniel commented as he leaned back in his chair, looking far too amused with the situation. “Time to start going through possible suspects.” 

“Maybe you’re trying to throw us off your scent,” you joked.

“Shhh, sweetheart, they can’t know about our secret family just yet,” the Aussie teased as he sent a wink your way.

You felt an arm tighten around you and turned to see Lando glaring—albeit, jokingly—towards his former teammate. “Back off, Ricciardo, if anyone is gonna have a secret family with her, it’s gonna be me.” 

Daniel laughed. “Please, the two of you couldn’t keep a secret from us if you tried!”

“Uh, we so could,” you retorted.

“You two couldn’t even keep Oscar’s surprise birthday party a secret and it was your idea,” Logan pointed out, raising his hands in mock surrender when your head snapped around to look at him. 

“We got excited!” You defended. 

“And you don’t think you would be excited about a secret family?” Oscar countered. 

“I think we could hide a secret pretty damn well if we tried,” you replied with a shrug as you leaned further back into your boyfriend’s embrace.

“Especially as something as serious as a secret family,” Lando added with a nod.

“Who cares?” Max eventually said with a laugh. “The rumour is a load of bullshit anyways. There’s no way anyone is going to believe it.”

As it would turn out, the whole world believed the rumours. The rest of the race weekend was haunted by the ‘new’ piece of gossip. The paddock was full of whispers of ‘who?’, the journalists thought they were being sly as they snuck in a few questions to catch the drivers off guard, and hundreds of fan theories took over every social media platform as the weekend commenced.

Truthfully, you thought it would be one of those rumours that dragged on for a bit as a joke but died down by the next weekend. 

You were very wrong.

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You didn’t realise how wrong you were until the Austrian Grand Prix came about the following weekend. 

With both McLaren drivers wrapped up in some nonsense challenge video the media team had set them up for, you had made your way towards the Williams garage to spend your Thursday afternoon with them instead. 

There was a cosy spot in the garage where you found yourself sat with Logan and Alex as the team buzzed around them, whispers and talks of the car’s potential that weekend. You were laying back in your seat, your feet thrown over Logan’s lap as you chatted away to Alex when the American caught both of your attention.

“There’s two!”

Logan lifted his head to find two matching confused expressions staring right back at him.

“There’s two,” he repeated as he turned his phone around, a single tweet sprawled over his screen with an all too familiar username on display. “Two kids! A driver is hiding two kids!”

You snorted. “You have got to be shitting me. One rumoured kid wasn’t enough so they added another?” 

“This driver has certainly been busy,” Alex mused as he took Logan’s outstretched phone, beginning to scroll through the never-ending comments under the tweet. “I guess the long term girlfriend thing does kinda narrow it down.” 

You raised your brows. “Don’t tell me you think it’s real.” 

“I still have my bets on Oscar,” Logan commented with a grin, his eyes crinkling in the way you knew they did before the boy laughed. “He’s a dodgy guy. I bet he’s Formula One’s own Hannah Montana with a whole double life.” 

“And, what? We are a part of his famous life?” You questioned. 

“It would make sense,” Alex supplied with a shrug. “He could have a normal family back home in Australia and no one would even know.”

You rolled your eyes. “Alex, don’t encourage him.”

“Hey,” Logan frowned.

“If it turns out to be true, you wouldn’t be upset that your best friend hid something like that from you?” You retorted, watching as the boy’s face slowly fell. 

Alex snorted. 

“I need to go talk to….someone about…something,” Logan said vaguely before he quickly stood up, knocking your feet off his lap and rushing out the garage with a serious look on his face. 

“Logan!” You called after him, laughing as you did so but it was a hopeless endeavour. He was a man on a mission and you knew nothing would stop him. “God, I should go before he ambushes the McLaren motorhome.” 

“Life as a parent, huh?” Alex joked, nudging your shoulder and snickering when you rolled your eyes. 

“Who would have thought I would end up adopting an American of all people?” You joked back before standing up. “Time to go stop my eagle son from throttling my kangaroo son.” 

Alex flashed you a smile. “Motherhood suits you.” 

“Oh, shut up,” you rolled your eyes. 

And little did you realise there was a certain pair of ears listening in to your playful conversation with the Williams driver, already drafting up a message before you left for the bright orange building a few garages down. 

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It was odd for you and Lando to find any alone time during a race weekend and it was mostly due to the two rookie drivers you had somehow adopted. 

It started off as a comfort thing at first. Lando knew what it was like to be young and new to the sport. He knew that even if he was coming in with friends, it still felt daunting. It was the reason he seemed to take Oscar under his wings after the Bahrain race weekend, despite the boy’s initial awkwardness. 

It had been you who gravitated towards Logan. Your heart warmed at the sight of your boyfriend helping out his younger teammate, but it completely shattered when you were making your way towards the McLaren garage and spotted a certain blond rookie hidden between motorhomes. He almost looked as though he was trying to make himself seem as small as possible. 

Lando didn’t question it when you started to venture to the Williams garages in between practices and media duties. He saw the look in your eyes, the small spark that showed your determination. He knew your kindness knew no limits and he would never even try to stop you. 

Neither of you realised you were signing up for the roles of the 2023 rookies’ grid parents until Logan and Oscar had sauntered into Lando’s driver room and all but settled themselves between you both on the Thursday of the Baku Grand Prix. 

You didn’t mind it, really. Race weekends tended to be hectic and chaotic on their own, so it was rare that you and Lando would spend much time alone. Beyond the exasperated sighs and joking remarks, neither of you minded when Oscar would lay his head on your laps after a gruelling interview or when Logan would ramble about some American custom he swears all three of you would enjoy. 

It was odd not being the youngest ones on the grid anymore, but there was also something so comforting in knowing you were a safe haven for these two boys in the paddock—and sometimes, even off the track. 

So honestly, it was an utter fucking shock that you and Lando found yourselves alone with time to kill in his driver’s room, especially with it being the Silverstone Grand Prix weekend. 

Neither of you questioned your luck for very long before you found yourself straddling your boyfriend, knees on either side of his hips and ass firmly planted on his lap. His hands were shamelessly groping your ass. Your hands were tangled in his curls, tugging a little harsher than usual just to hear his little whimpers in between kisses. It was shameless and sloppy and a little more than either of you intended—but you didn’t have a single issue with it. 

“Shit,” Lando moaned, his voice a little more high-pitched than usual when your lips met his neck. “I fuckin’ missed this.”

“Yeah?” You murmured against his skin, your tongue dancing along a particularly sensitive spot just below his ear. “I missed hearing how pretty you sound.”

“You can’t say stuff like that,” Lando grumbled, his eyes fluttering shut as he pulled you closer, as he pressed his body against yours. 

“But it makes you blush and you look so cute when you blush,” you teased as you lifted your head, admiring the pink tint to his cheeks. “My pretty boy.”

“You’re a tease,” Lando muttered as he sat up on the couch, as he pulled you closer so he could press his lips against yours again. 

“You love it,” you retorted, the words mumbled in between kisses. 

“So fucking much,” he grinned into the kiss, his hands wandering down your thighs before slowly moving back up to your ass. 

In fact, it had been so long since you and Lando got a chance to utilise your time alone in the paddock that you forgot the first rule of making out like horny teens on the small couch—lock the fucking door.

“HOW COULD YOU—OH MY GOD, MY EYES!” 

“GROSS! WE DID NOT NEED TO SEE BABY NUMBER THREE BEING MADE!”

If it weren’t for the tight hold Lando had on you, you would have been flat on your ass when Logan and Oscar stormed into the room. You stared at the boys in shock, your cheeks heating up as the mortification of the situation washed over all four of you. 

You quickly moved yourself off Lando’s lap, instead sitting on the couch beside him as you stared at the two rookies who currently had their hands over each other’s eyes. 

“Have you ever heard of knocking?!” Lando sighed.

“Have you ever heard of a door lock?” Oscar retorted.

“Touche,” he muttered back with a nod. 

“You know you can look now,” you told the boys, a little amused with their theatrics. “We aren’t naked.”

Logan hesitated. “Promise?”

“Promise.” 

Both boys slowly dropped their hands and, truthfully, you were expecting for them to instantly break out into whatever excited ramble they had come to tell you both. It wasn’t unusual for them to do as much, to want to share something with you and Lando that amazed them but didn’t want to admit to anybody else in fear of seeming like…well, rookies. They knew you and Lando would never judge their excitement to the world of Formula One and all the little quirks they were discovering.

Except, there was no excited storytelling or massive grins. Instead, both boys stood in front of you with frowns on their faces and their hands on their hips. 

Lando’s brows furrowed together. “What? What happened?”

“Why did you two not tell us we are older brothers?” Logan asked bluntly. 

You blinked. “Huh?” 

“Why did you not tell us we are older brothers?” This time it was Oscar who spoke up. “Why are you gatekeeping our little brothers from us?” 

Lando frowned. “Is this a joke? Is that a punchline? Am I being stupid right now?” 

“We get the others on the grid but us? This is a new level of betrayal,” Logan said with a completely serious look on his face. 

You shook your head, utterly baffled by the two boys. “What the fuck are you guys on about?” 

“You have been hiding a secret family from us! You are the ones the tweets are talking about!” Oscar said as he reached for his phone, turning the screen around so you both could see the latest article. 

“WHAT?!”

“You have been keeping a secret from us. Families don’t keep secrets!” Logan accused, his eyes narrowed slightly. “If we even count as your family now.”

You gaped at them. “You seriously think that article is about us?” 

“There’s proof!” Oscar retorted.

“What fucking proof?” Lando questioned, his brows furrowed together in confusion. “How can there be proof for a family that doesn’t exist?” 

As it would turn out, the informant that had been feeding the gossip page the whole narrative had been also secretly recording conversations they had heard around the paddock. Along with the article, a series of 'leaked' audios were also released and they were, in fact, yours and Lando’s voice. 

This person had managed to record countless conversations you shared with Lando and even some other drivers—even the conversation you had with Alex the previous weekend in the Williams garage.

“Remember we have dinner with the boys tonight. Our reservations are at six.” 

“Did you remind them to put sunscreen on before they went out? I don’t want them to burn.” 

“Who knew being a parent was so hard, huh?”

“Your son is bullying my son for his accent again. Make him stop or you’re both getting grounded.”

“Well, he definitely takes after you!” 

Random lines of conversations taken completely out of context and, truthfully, you could understand why Twitter was going crazy. It seemed undoubtable that you and Lando were talking about your kids, it sounded like you truly were two parents discussing your children—if it weren’t for one large and missing piece of information.

“We were talking about you two, dumbasses!”

Both boys stared at you, blinking a few times. “Huh?”

“We are talking about the both of you in every single one of those clips,” you told them and you couldn’t help but let out a disbelieving laugh. “There is no secret family—just you two.” 

“Oh,” Oscar murmured. 

“But—oh,” Logan muttered a few seconds later.

“So this whole rumour started because somebody thought we were talking about actual kids,” Lando noted before snorting. “Fucking hell.” 

“Everyone thinks you’re a dad,” you remarked with a laugh. “The boy who has one piece of tupperware that’s hanging on for dear life.”

Lando grinned back. “Well, I may not be a dad but I am a—”

“If you call yourself daddy, I am breaking up with you.”

Lando only laughed harder. 

“So…you don’t have secret siblings you’re hiding from us?” Logan piped up, a shy smile on his face.

You shook your head.

“Oh thank god,” he breathed out, pressing a hand on his chest. “I knew you wouldn’t betray us like that! We would obviously be the first ones you tell, right?” There was a pause. “Right?”

“Well, we walked in on them almost conceiving a child,” Oscar pointed out with a shrug before his nose scrunched up in disgust. “Please don’t conceive our little sibling in front of us.”

“You were the ones that stormed in on us,” Lando retorted.

“Still.”

“Well, consider this your warning to get out in the next thirty seconds, otherwise you’re gonna see something that will really scar you—”

Your cheeks burned. “Lando!”

“What?” Lando flashed you a cheeky grin. “If they are gonna make up rumours about me being a dad, I may as well start practising for the real deal.”

You rolled your eyes.

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landonorris does this mean i officially get the dilf status?

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yourusername in my humble opinion, i think dilf suits you perfectly ;)

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user I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS

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user THEY BECAME GRID PARENTS INSTEAD OF ACTUAL PARENTS

maxverstappen1 they had to start somewhere

danielricciardo i'm just happy the safe sex talk we gave lando actually worked. got worried for a second

yourusername you were just scared you would become a grid grandpa

danielricciardo GRANDPA???

user nothing will ever beat this rumour

user THE FACT PEOPLE ACTUALLY THOUGHT HE HAD A KID

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user FAMILY JPEG ACCOUNT WHEN

landonorris 👀👀👀

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[unsolvedjarin]

THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY…

pairing: (fernando alonso x wolff! reader)

note: is my first ever work on this site smut? yes. do i happen to not know how to write smut? yes. is this my first time writing smut? yes. is this a bad idea? probably. but we move.

content warning: oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, verb tenses jumping like frogs in lakes

“And Fernando Alonso crosses the finish line in the Bahrain Grand Prix, ending up 4th! Not bad considering the Spaniards track record recently.” You hear the reporters comment, but it’s a distant noise. Fernando finally got out of the midfield fluke he and Aston Martin was having, and you couldn’t be more happy for your partner.

He, however, was even more enthusiastic than you. After smiling through the media pen, he rushes over to your motorhome where he knew you would be waiting for him. Meeting anywhere but your own places was too risky with the media being everywhere, and you weren’t ready to tell your dad just yet about Fernando. He completely understood of course, the age gap was something he knew your dad would take a long long while to warm up to.

He knocked 5 times on your door in a happy beat, before you answered it with a smile and letting him in wordlessly, noticing his good spirits. You were about to congratulate him on his good results, but the second you turnt around you felt his lips on yours and his hands on your body.

You indulge yourself in his taste for a second before, “Fernando we couldn’t possibly—”

He kisses your words away before you finish your sentence, one of his hands moving to your cheek and another still on your waist. Having sex in your Mercedes motorhome would not be an easy thing to achieve, but by god will Fernando achieve it.

He was kissing down your neck before you could protest again, his left hand moving from your waist down to the inside of your pants, fingers hovering just over your panties. Your back was to the wall of the motorhome, and you swear if he pushed you a little bit more the whole place would come tumbling over.

The feeling of his fingers ghosting over your pussy was enough to knock all your senses out of you, however, and you kissed him back fervently as he suddenly pushed his digits into you, making you stifle your moan into his neck.

“Nando we really shouldn’t, my dad— ah— will come in any minute now— fuck right there— shouting profanities at no one in particular because Lewis and George double dnf’ed. You know we’re— oh my fucking god— gonna get caught.”

He suddenly takes his fingers out of you and you groan in displeasure.

“If you’re so worried about getting caught, why don’t we just stop?” He whispers in your ear with a teasing tone. The bastard.

“Asshole,” You reply, kissing him again and pushing him backwards until he’s sat on your couch. Proceeding to straddle him, you take your hand to his racing suit, gliding your fingers delicately from his chest all the way down to his cock, feeling the bulge so evident in his pants. “Or maybe,” you ponder, “we do stop, and your little guy doesn’t get any attention.”

“Please don’t call my dick little guy, mi amor,” he replies jokingly before pulling your Mercedes shirt up, kissing your chest while you grind down on him. “Always so pretty for me. I need more.”

In a second, he flips you over like you weighed nothing and laid you down on the couch, tugging your pants off of you as slowly as he could.

“Nando I swear to god, you better stop fucking teasing me,” you tell him, impatient. He chuckles before leaning back up to kiss you, then slowly making his way down your chest, taking your bra off effortlessly before moving down again to actually take off your pants, leaving you with nothing but your panties on.

“Don’t you think it’s a little unfair that I’m the only one naked here?” You ask him, but with no accusation— he looked sexy in his black fireproofs. He kisses your inner thigh, a sight that would’ve brought any woman to their knees, before replying, “Relax, amor. I want to take care of you first, spread your legs wider.”

You follow his instructions with a hazy mind, not in the mood for any foreplay. Fernando takes your panties off slowly, kissing your leg as it goes along. He’s taking his time, he knows it’s making you want him even more.

“Look how wet you are for me, corazón,” he murmurs, pressing a swift teasing kiss on your clit. The action was enough for you to buck your hips lightly onto his nose, before he takes the bait and fully puts his mouth on your pussy, and begins to eat you out.

He moves like a man starved, holding onto your waist to take you even deeper in his mouth as if he wasn’t already. You try to stifle your moans with your hand to no avail, putting the other one in Fernando’s hair and pulling on it, eliciting a deep groan from him that vibrated up your pussy.

“Just like that— god baby you’re so good— more,” you whine, grinding on his face. He moves his tongue around your folds, making sure his nose bumps your clit every so often to hear you moan even louder.

You throw more endless praises in his direction, “Oh my god, I can’t— you’re so fucking good— I’m gonna cum soon baby,” you moan out, unable to control your volume any longer. Passerbys outside be damned. You feel him speed up at your words, focusing on your clit and inserting two fingers into you to help, making you whine even more.

“I fucking love you Nando, I’m so close—” you mumble, gripping his hair even tighter.

“I love you more corazón, being so good for me,” he murmurs near your folds, the vibration making you moan again. He attaches his mouth back on your clit, and the feeling of his beard is starting to burn but you don’t care, it makes you want him even more.

He knows you’re close, he can feel your walls get tighter on his two fingers and that only makes him add another one in, making you practically mewl at the feeling.

Joined with his tongue circling your clit, the coil in your stomach uncurled and you felt your orgasm release, moaning into your hand that did nothing to hide your volume. You try to close your legs but Fernando keeps them in place, eating out your high with a satisfied look in his eyes.

He climbs up your body, kissing you on the way back like he did before, on your inner thigh, your torso, your chest, and then your mouth, tasting yourself on him.

“That was— fuck, Fernando. That was worth any trouble I’d ever get into,” you say breathlessly. He looked so pretty like this, hid away from the world, just wanting to be yours.

He gave you a light kiss on the nose before replying, “Told you so. You just need to trust me.”

“I do trust you, just not very much in the ‘sex somewhere my dad can find us’ part,” you joke, earning a chuckle from him and a long kiss. “I love you, you know that right?”

He kisses your cheek before settling his body on top of your bare one and replying, “I know. Of course I do, because I love you more.”

“Okay, competitive,” you mumble sarcastically. Before you could help him with his predicament, however, a loud knock startled the both of you.

“Y/N, are you in there?” A deep Austrian accent asks, muffled through the door.

Oh shit. It’s your dad.

You quickly attempt to put on your clothes, ushering Fernando wildly to move to the other couch. There was no other exit in the motorhome, which had you scouring your brain thinking of an explanation for this random Aston Martin driver in a Mercedes motorhome.

“Uh— just a second dad!” You shout, and Fernando could hear how frantic your tone was. Finally managing to put your pants on the right way, you open the door and lean on the doorway inconspicuously. “Hey! What's up?”

Toto Wolff, Mercedes team principal and scariest father in the world when it came to someone you were dating, took a peek over your shoulder— not so hard with his height— and saw Fernando sitting on the couch he just ate you out on, ‘reading’ a book with his legs crossed to cover his hard on.

Fernando looks up and nods at Toto, not wanting to say anything that’ll damn him. Toto nods back, but is still suspicious as to why a Formula 1 driver other than his own ones were in your motorhome.

He was used to Lewis or Mick there, sure, but this was just…odd, to him. “What’s Alonso doing in there?”

You look at Fernando then back to your dad, acting as innocent as you possibly could. “Oh him? He just wanted to escape from the press a bit. He was gonna stay in Aston Martin’s paddock but he wants to get away from them too at the moment, I’m sure you understand.”

“And he…chose your motorhome to stay in?”

“Well you know I can’t help but help people!” You replied awkwardly. The silence stretches out for so long that you just wait for the ground to swallow you up, before Toto shrugged and finally said, “Just came by to tell you that our dinner with Lewis, George, and Mick will be at 7pm instead of 6pm. Our debrief might take longer because of the double dnf.”

“Oh, okay! I’ll be there, I think Lewis is picking me up.” Toto seemed content with that answer and nodded at this, kissing your cheek and telling you to stay safe before walking away from your motorhome.

You sigh a breath of relief, glad that he didn’t ask any more questions about Fernando, although you doubt that’d be the last time they would see each other.

“So you’re going out to dinner with Hamilton tonight?” Fernando asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. His legs were still crossed one over the other to cover his hard on, and his hands were clasped together in the middle. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he looked like someone who was interviewing you.

Smirking at that thought, you reply, “Me and my dad are having dinner with the drivers, not just Lewis. You’re not jealous, are you?”

Fernando shakes his head, but you know him better than that. He uncrosses his legs before patting his thigh, “Close the door. Let me show you how much fun you can have before that dinner.”

Following his instructions once again, you close the door before straddling him with a grin, about to continue where you two had left off earlier.

Unbeknownst to both of you, however, an oblivious Toto Wolff had accidentally dropped his favorite pen from his pocket just at the door of your motorhome. And he was about to come back and retrieve it.

[everyonewooeverywhere]

MDNI 18+ BLOG -> ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED

pairing ✭ dom!seonghwa x bratty!f!reader

synopsis ✭ He told you not to wear the dress. You did it anyway. And he's not usually very forgiving.

content/genre ✭ smut 18+ MDNI

word count ✭ 2.2k

note ✭ this is lightly inspired by "worst behavior" by ariana grande

warnings ✭ name-calling (he calls mc a "whore" 😀, baby, pretty girl), grips her jaw really tight (it's made clear that it's something she enjoys), restraints (cuffs her to bed), blindfold, hwa is pretty controlling, protected sex, edging

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You were being a tease. Everyone knew it. You knew it. The whole party knew it. But not a single soul knew it better than Seonghwa. 

He’d been so generous to bring you to this party. It was supposed to be a classy event–one with nice dresses and well-pressed suits. Polished shoes and fancy perfumes. And those weren’t necessarily things you lacked, but your “nice dress” of choice had certainly taken some liberties. Specifically with how impossibly short it was.

If you were being honest, you hadn’t meant to tease him per say, but you knew that, if you wore the sluttiest dress you could find, your boyfriend would want to leave early. That meant you wouldn’t have to waste a perfectly fine evening at one of his boring, posh company gatherings. He had tried to stop you, too, but you had never been a very good listener.

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As you touched up your makeup in the mirror of your boyfriend’s luxury apartment, you couldn’t help but admire the reflection. You looked incredible in your black minidress. Its lace detailing was what had originally caught your eye, and you happened to know that your boyfriend was a fan of it too. Though, maybe not for a night like tonight.

“Baby, are you almost ready?” You heard him call from the conjoined bedroom. 

As you finished one last swipe of lip gloss, you called back, “Yep!”

He was smiling when he peaked his head into the bathroom, but you saw that smile immediately drop in the reflection of the mirror when he saw your outfit.

You pouted, “What?” And you turned around to face him.

“You’re not wearing that dress.” He said plainly.

With a roll of your eyes that he did not like in the slightest, you retorted, “I like it.”

“Yeah, well,” with a couple of steps in your direction, he pushed you up against the counter of the sink, the marble digging into your backside, “You look like a whore, and I don’t want my colleagues to see you like this.” 

You felt giddy with pleasure at how upset he was getting, and all it took was a simple dress. Still, you kept up the annoyed act, “Well, your colleagues can keep it in their fucking pants because I’m not taking it off.”

He gripped your chin with his ring-clad hand and forced you to look him right in the face, “I don’t like this little attitude, baby. Are we gonna have a problem tonight?”

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. You were so focused on the unyielding grip of his hand on your jaw, that all you could manage to think about was the hand dropping lower to grasp your neck. Before things could go any further, though, there was a knock at the bedroom door.

“Sir, are you ready? The car is here. And we are already running late.”

“One second,” your boyfriend responded to his assistant. Returning his attention to you, the grip on your jaw tightened, “You are so fucking lucky that we’re running late or I would punish you right fucking now.”

You swallowed hard, trying to suppress the whine that bubbled up in your throat at his words. Because, let’s be honest, there was nothing you wanted more than for him to do just that.

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The part was just as boring as you assumed it would be. Everyone was dressed for the part. A room full of rich people looking to show off their wealth. And, of course, Seonghwa was no exception to that, seeing as he’d brought his sugar baby with him, though you were certainly attracting a good bit of negative attention from the crowd.

Throughout the whole night, Seonghwa kept his hand on your lower back, dictating your every move and keeping you in his sights. Though it was clear he had additional motives. Motives fueled by the fact that he knew it drove you absolutely insane when he took control of you like that. Guiding you from person to person as he chatted away with executives from his company, always acutely aware of how you clung to him with your fingers playing with the edges of his suit jacket.

He’d occasionally pass you a flute of champagne off a tray motioned toward him by a waiter. “Thank you,” you’d whisper as the glass transferred from his hand to yours. And he would purposely brush your hand with his own as he gave you the glass. 

As he talked you nodded along to his every word, not paying much attention to what came out of his mouth. Too busy absent-mindedly playing with the buttons of his shirt, occasionally slipping your hand through them to feel his chest underneath the shirt. Each time, he’d remove your hand himself and cast a glare down at you. Only for you to grin up at him with your bottom lip between your teeth.

When he finished chatting with a couple that had occupied his attention for the past half-hour, he turned his attention to you. He pulled you into his chest, it was an embrace that anyone around you would have thought was a cute romantic gesture, but you were smart enough to know that was far from the case.

“You’re really asking for it, huh baby?” he growled in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

“Hwa,” you whined softly, “I wanna go home.” You wiggled in his embrace.

“Fine, we can go home, but I can promise you are in big fucking trouble when we do.”

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It only took two minutes from the second the car pulled up to Seonghwa’s apartment for him to be on top of you in his bed.

To your surprise things started off sweet. He kissed you softly, with his hands playing with the frills in the lace of your dress. His lips traveled from your own to your cheek and jaw. Leaving little bites in the wake of his kisses. When you gripped, his hair, your nails digging into his scalp, it was as if you’d flipped a switch in him. 

He was off of you in a second, and you pouted at his departure. You propped yourself up on your elbows as you watched him slip off the bed and head to his dresser.

Your thighs rubbed together in anticipation. You watched as he stripped himself of his suit jacket, leaving him in his back dress shirt. He slid a condom into his back pocket and grabbed a pair of cuffs from the drawer along with a silk blindfold and vibrator. 

When he made his way back to the bed, you made a move to take your dress off, but he stopped you. Grabbing your hair and tilting your head up to meet his eyes, “The dress isn’t going anywhere.”

“What?” Your eyes widened at that news, “Why?” you croaked out, confused.

“Well, you like it so much, don’t you baby?” You nodded hesitantly at his question, still excited for the answer, “Then I don’t see any reason why I should take it off you. I might just have to fuck you in it.”

After cuffing you to the headboard and tying the silk cloth around your eyes, you heard him shuffle around the bed. He adjusted one of the pillows under your head, “Is that comfortable?” He muttered in your ear. 

“Yeah,” you breathed back. You were met with a kiss on the forehead at your reassurance. As much as you loved when he was rough with you, it was nice to always know that he genuinely did care for your well-being. 

He continued to kiss down your body while his hands groped you over your dress. You were so distracted by the feeling of his lips on your skin, the heat of his mouth as he nipped at your jaw and collarbone, that you failed to notice the faint buzzing noise of the vibrator when he turned it on.

You were made aware of its presence, though, when he pressed it to your panties, making you gasp and jump up slightly. You just knew he was smirking down at you. 

He just loved to watch you squirm under him. Watching you unravel without him even having to do any work. 

When he held the toy to your clit over your underwear, you moaned, loud, “Hwa, oh fuck!” You wiggled your hips trying to give yourself more.

He slapped in inside of your thigh, “Move again, and I’ll turn it off.”

“Please, baby,” you whined, “I need more.”

“Oh? You think you deserve more?” He smacked your thigh again, “After how horrible you were being tonight? You're lucky I don’t just tie you up and get myself off. You don’t want that do you, baby?”

You shook your head furiously, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please Hwa…”

He pressed the vibe harder into your clit, circling it around, building friction between your panties and your clit. You felt your stomach tighten at the continuous motion.

He noticed that you were close, “Oh are you close?” you nodded dumbly, “Yeah? Do you wanna come, baby?”

“Yes! Please baby, please!” You could feel yourself getting closer and closer, and you were on the verge of spilling over. But it came to a screeching halt when he removed the vibrator from you entirely.

You felt your eyes well up with tears of frustration, and he noticed it, “Oh, is my baby crying? Maybe if you hadn’t acted like such a whore tonight, you could get what you want.”

“Please..” you gasped out in a broken whisper.

“Patience baby,” when he said “patience,” though, he really just meant he wanted you to beg for it he wanted you to cry under him and beg for him to fuck you.

And beg you did, as he teasingly ran his fingers over your soaked panties, you continued to whine out his name, over and over and over again. When he finally moved them aside and ran a finger through your fold, he teased you, “God, could you get any wetter? Is this all mine?”

You could barely gasp out a “yes” before his fingers were inside you. “Fuck!” you choked out as he fucked you on his hand, watching as you unraveled for a second time. “Please, Hwa! I need more! Please!”

“Oh…baby’s gonna behave now is she?”

You nodded, “I’ll be so good, please.”

“Yeah? You want my cock, baby?”

“Oh god yes! I want it so bad,” involuntarily, you rolled your hips against his hand. Resulting in another smack to your thigh. Again, he waited until you were on the verge of cumming to pull away his hand. You tried to reach out with your legs to wrap them around him, but he was already sliding off the bed. From the shuffling you heard, you could tell he was taking off his clothes. You whined at the thought, thighs rubbing together to give yourself something while he was away.

You felt his weight dip in the bed, and his hand came up to caress your cheek, “Are you ready, pretty baby?”

“Uh huh,” you nodded, “I’ve been so good. Please…”

He chuckled, sliding the blindfold off of your eyes so that it was around your neck, “Well, I don’t know about that, but your lucky that you're so fucking beautiful. And I just can’t help myself.”

He rolled the condom on as he kissed you softly. When he ran his length through your folds, you sighed at the contact. He kept kissing you as he pushed into you, slowly at first.

You gasped and arched your back, “Oh my god!” He didn’t keep the pace slow for long. You’d spent so long teasing him and playing around with him, that he was insatiably pent up. That didn’t mean he didn’t have the patience to tease you of course, but, by the time he was inside of you, both of you were at your wit’s end.

He gripped the back of your head with one hand and you hip with the other, pressing his forehead to yours as he pounded into you. Over and over and over. 

“Shit, baby,” he murmured against your lips, “You keep getting tighter.”

“Oh, Hwa, I’m so close,” you croaked out, tears running down your cheeks, “Please, please, please let me cum.” Every inch of you felt hot, and your legs shook as your pleasure overtook.”

“Fuck, yeah, pretty girl. Cum around me. Shit–. I’m close to.”

Your eyes rolled back, and your jaw went slack as you came. Legs shaking without any control. You cried out his name with your chest heaving.

He pulled out of you when you finished and ripped off the condom. He groaned as he pumped his dick a few times, cumming all over your dress.

You whined as he admired the damage he’d done to the garment. “Hwa…my dress.” You pouted as he undid the restraints above your head.

“Yeah, you’re not ever wearing this fucking dress ever again.”

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note ✭ thank you so so so much to everyone who helped me choose to write this one. i struggled a bit to get it done, but i wanted to get something done before i go home this weekend 😊

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kiss me kiss me #CS55

PAIRING: carlos sainz x reader, mercedes staff!, platonic friendships with most of the drivers

SUMMARY: everyone has a crush on carlos sainz, everyone including you

WARNINGS: fluff fluff FLUUFF!!!!!!!

FACECLAIM: jennierubyjane on ig

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Daydreaming and people watching was something you’ll caught yourself doing mostly. At times, working in the motorsport industry, you’ll find yourself being busy but yet so free and here you are just staring into the space while sitting on the sidelines of the mercedes paddock club.

Until you felt someone sitting next to you, “Just to let you know, taking a picture helps, the staring is a little intense, y/n”

you recognised the voice of a specific Williams racings driver.

“what are you talking about, i’m just people watching as always albon. Where’s lily?” you shrugged your shoulders

“lily’s coming in a while, no but i am serious y/n, pipe down on the staring at the ferrari’s. George and I have been on a look out for you, you’ve been out here for at least an hour”

Honestly, you didn’t know it has been an hour until Alex told you off.

To tell the truth, you had a little crush on the driver from ferrari, specifically carlos sainz. Everything about him, just happens to be your exact ideal type. The only interaction you had with him was during the after party where he offered a drink & that’s probably when you started gaining feelings for the said driver.

“he’s so pretty and i am just this” you told alex.

“you could get it you know, there is alot of the engineers and staffs who are interested in you, especially because you’re always living up the moments, they’re just scared of toto”

Susie and you were close, ever-since you’ve decided to work under Mercedes since the age of 20th, which you’re currently on the second year right now. Susie and Toto tends to favour you especially when you were one of the youngest working under Mercedes amg, being close to the both of them practically means getting invited to family dinners, team dinners and more.

Other than Toto and Susie, you were also close to George and Lewis, and being close to George means you’re close to the Williams driver Alex Albon too. You were friends with the other drivers too, but aren’t quite close which resulted in your current situation.

staring at carlos sainz. “you know he’s freshly single?”

George came and joined the conversation between you and Albon. He then passed you a pair of tinted shades, “put some shades on, think it’s getting a-bit too obvious”

the comment by george made the both brits laughed, while you rolled your eyes to express your annoyance by their presence.

“being freshly single, does not mean i will give it a try, george. We have a 6 year difference, you know how i am with age gaps”

“if you’re gonna pull the age gap card, i’m going to pull myself out of this conversation, lily and i literally have a 3 years gap”

“no shit Alex, multiply that by two and it’ll be mine and the ferrari driver”

“To make you feel better, y/n. Think about Pierre’s and kika’s, theirs are way worse than you and him” george speaks out

“let’s move on, this is just us 3 being delusional”

“yeah you’re the delusional one, we’re just manifesting that you’ll have him sooner or later” Alex shrugged his shoulder and went back to the Williams paddock.

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Qualifying for the spain grand prix has just ended, you were just walking around the paddock clubs area, instead of being at mercedes, you’ve decided to explore a little. Susie had suggested for you to have a quick walkabout knowing your job tasks was done earlier in the day, and you were just waiting for the drivers to be back on the mercedes building.

Fully focusing on the application opened on your mobile phone, you weren’t really well aware of your surroundings until you bumped in-to a certain someone.

shit, “lamento lo ocurrido, oh..?”

the universe has decided to aligned with you today, because right now you could feel the bpm of your heart rate increasing to more than 100.

“oh y/n right? i didn’t know you can speak spanish” carlos was holding on to your shoulders to balance you from the impact of the bump the both of you had.

“no, no. I meant yeah, i’m y/n, what i am saying is no i can’t speak spanish, those words were kinda taught to me by google, just for this weekend” you nervously stuttered and laugh

“that’s a cute effort to learn, where are you headed to right now? it’s a-bit crowded ain’t it?” carlos continuing the conversation

did mother earth suddenly decides to love me today?

“yeah cute effort i guess, oh just walking around trying to familiarise myself with this surrounding for tomorrow’s race! yeah it’s way crowded rather than yesterday! congrats on p2 for qualifying by the way!”

having a conversation with him feels utterly weird yet you’re thankful for this situation to happened, because whew this man couldn’t be anymore finer than a greek god.

“Gracias, lindura! See you later, perhaps? George’s on his way, by the look of it I think he’s finding for you love, it was nice talking to you” carlos smiled and waved at you, walking alongside Lando Norris.

dings

three little pigs

russell: what the fuck was that? were the two of you talking?

albon: what’s going on

what does, lindura means? cutie????: y/n

albon: did he called you that????????

albon: ANSWER ME!

russell: they bumped into each other, they had a 5 mins conversation, in that 5 minutes she told me her heart rate bpm increased to 110 (she thinks) he also held her

albon: why are you answering me

russell: i’m telling you the details that she’s telling me right now, appreciate it you idiot

guys i think i’m in love, Spanish accent is so sexy to wake up to everyday, six years is nothing to me : y/n

albon: i could simply ask charles for carlos contact y/n, let me do it please 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

russell: she just smacked my shoulders

“this is crazy george, that’s like my second time talking to him”

you paused your walk and turned yourself to face george

“hey guys” a thick french accent.

“oh charles, what a great timing” george pulled charles to the side and into our conversation

“hi charles”

“what’s this about? not in the Mercedes sidelines today staring into our building, y/n?” charles laughed which made my eyes turned wide

“what the fuck charles, YOU NOTICED? it was just one time, i swear.” i hid my face with my hands

“if it wasn’t for george’s tinted glasses, carlos would have caught you, good thing carlos is oblivious to everything” charles snickered yet finding the whole staring interaction adorable knowing from george about your tiny little (not tiny and little) crush towards Carlos.

“fucking embarrassing, this is my last appearance here. Im quitting this job” you rolled your eyes jokingly

“as if toto, susie and lewis will agree on that, you’re the sweet child of mercedes. Good-luck on pursuing carlos though, he’s a great guy y/n!” Charles ruffled your hair and walked off to the red building.

“I’m submitting my resignation letter tomorrow, i’m telling you Russell, leclerc can’t keep his mouth zipped. If half the grid knows of my little crush, it’s 70% chance my resignation letter will be on toto’s desk latest by next week” you sighed, for seeing the future

“dramatic as always” george laughed

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tagged lewishamilton susiewolff y/nbestff

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y/nsocials may & beginning of june dump 💋🎞️

pierregasly this isn’t a dump , i’m not even in the dump cherie

↳ y/nsocials do you hear that? the sound of me not giving a shit ♥️

↳ charles_leclerc can’t back you up sorry mate pierregasly

carlossainz55 cute :)

↳ y/nsocials thank you carlos! ♥️

georgerussell63 alex_albon cute X)

↳ mickschumacher cute :>

↳ lewishamilton cute :p

↳ y/nsocials I’m resigning.

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SPAIN GP 2023 AFTER PARTY

you were on your way to the after party with alex and lily, the others has already reached and you had to ask for a ride with the couple.

“how’s the progress of you and carlos, i’ve seen the comment”

lily asked u, i wish there was a progress though.

“the only progress there is was the fact my heart beats faster now whenever i think about the comment”

“dramatic as always, but i am being for real. Lily and i are curious, y/n. I can always ask for carlos contacts and pass it to you” alex rolled his eyes

“you were dramatic too when lily answered your dms. No alex, i want his attention the old fashion way, with him giving me his phone number by himself”

you sat back on the car seat with lily making sure your current outfit wouldn’t get ruined

“well i’m sure with what you’re wearing now, his eyes will be stuck on you all night and that phone number will be in your phone as soon as possible” lily commented and that comment had made you feel 100x more delusional as ever

dings

sharls shared a contact with you

sharls : he’s asking where’s your current location, i know the both of will you never do it, but i’m impatient

sharls : if he did ask for your number tonight, it’s because of me

what the fuck? what the fuck does charles means…..

what are you talking about??????? what about me? : y/n

Carlos Operatoooooor

russell changed group name to : carlos operatoooooor

russell added mickey chewsmacker

russell added chewis hamiltons

russell added sharls leclerc

russell: recruited new member(s)

mickey: why did i not know about this y/n

chewis: it was obvious mick, you should’ve seen her having her everyday ‘carlos’ watching hours

russell: every 2pm, don’t ask just watch

sharls: if stares could kill someone, carlos would’ve been dead

i’m in this chat idiots. I’m not invisible. : y/n

albon: we’re on the way, she’s with us! Lily thinks carlos is going to hit on her tonight, let’s see

sharls: i’m not surprised. Let’s see if toto lets y/n walk around though, first challenge 😨

you were going to fucking throw up, you were finally sitting down after celebrating max, lewis and george’s wins. Being in a huge crowded place wasn’t really your forte, but for the sake of your job you had to do it.

Other than that, susie had to bring you around to engage with other teams knowing how anti-social you are, and here you are finally having a breather outside of the club and zero signs of the carlos sainz.

you weren’t really a smoker type of person instead just a casual smoker but ever-since fully adulting, resulting to having a few puffs allowed your thoughts to permanently vanish.

you were covering your shoulders with Alex’s denim jacket (of course with the permission of lily’s) , sitting on the porch of the back exit of the club. Whenever the door swings open, you could here the songs bass booming and you could just feel a headache coming sooner or later.

Just a few minutes in, you felt the denim jacket that was on your shoulders lifted up, and replaced by a red jacket.

“thought this might be a better option, you look much greater in red anyways”

and there he was, carlos sainz taking a seat next to you.

and you’re so sure your heart is over the roof because there wasn’t any gap between you and carlos sainz.

“thank you, i don’t know about red, teal looks much better on me”

“well to me, red looks stunning on you. everything alright? too much to drink?”

if it wasn’t for the amount of blusher you’ve decided to use, the redness on your natural cheeks would’ve given away from the said comment

“just a slight pounding in the head, taking a breather. you want a puff?”

well honestly, you don’t even know if you should be offering him

“thanks for the offer love, but i don’t smoke. do your own thing, i’ll be accompanying you. A pretty woman shouldn’t be alone on the back exits”

if there’s anything a few drinks could do is having you feel so much bolder

“don’t flatter a woman like that carlos, she’s gonna fall for you especially coming from a ferrari driver”

“I wouldn’t mind flattering a woman if it’s you y/n”

there was a moment of silence because you had no idea how to react, “it’s the drunkenness in me but you’re driving me crazy carlos”

“care to explain, mi amor?”

you shook your head because no sane woman would tell the guy they have been eye-fucking that they’re interested

dings

carlos: hey cutie

“that’s my number, got yours from charles, if you’re ever wondering”

incoming facetime from mickey chewsmacker

answer or decline

“that’s mick’s name?” you nodded your head and Carlos laughed

you answered the phone-call and set it to loud speaker

“where are you little lady”

“back exit, it’s too loud in there”

“with mr prince charming?” you could hear Alex’s voice in the background

“if it’s me then yeah, she’s with the prince charming” carlos butt in the call, which made my face turned a shade of tomato red

not knowing mick was crowded around the others was also something you’ll never expected

“so no more staring from the sidelines?” this time, charles

carlos looking at you confused, you refused eye contact with him which made carlos snatching your phone away to have a conversation with charles in italian and with charles drunk on the phone, you knew the moment carlos looked at you wide eye you’ve realised charles had told him those staring moments, he then ended the call

“taking a picture would’ve lasted mi amor, i’m surprised i am unaware”

“i wasn’t looking at you, you were just in the view” you shrugged

“and that view is me?” carlos laughed and rested his head on your shoulders “you’re really cute, do you know?”

“yeah it happens to be you and i am fully aware Carlos”

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3 MONTHS LATER

y/nsocials just posted on instagram (followers only)

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y/nsocials i fell in luv but that’s okay cause i’m in luv 💋💋 #baggedaman

lewishamilton so will you be on merc or ferrari’s side from now on 🫨

↳ georgerussell63 answer y/n. our friendship is on the line

↳ mickschumacher we manifested this but we didn’t foresee this situation

↳ alex_albon yeah whatever they said ^

↳ y/nsocials dramatic all of you. merc forever of course (maybe)

↳ carlossainz55 she’s ferrari’s on sundays

carlossainz55 always swayed by you mi amor 💋

↳ charles_leclerc no longer eye fucking on the sidelines yeah

↳ y/nsocials charles_leclerc STOP PERCEVAL.

↳ y/nsocials love you so so sooooooo much

landonorris boyfriend stealer 💀😠

↳ y/nsocials cry about it!!!!!!!!! mine forever 🫢

y/nbestff give her back to me carlossainz55

↳ carlossainz55 sorry no can’t do

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↳ end note: that’s all!!!!!!! sorry for rarely posting, have been kinda busy w school nowadays! hope you guys enjoy the carlos fluff 💋

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Smash or Pass: Part 1/4 (LA!Buggy the Clown x F!Reader)

Summary: It's the last stop before the Grand Line and you slink away for a quiet evening. The universe, however, decides to clown on you. Sequel to Kiss, Marry, Kill. Pairing: LA!Buggy the Clown x F!Reader Rating: Semi-explicit. Warnings: Alcohol, death threats, implied threat of sexual assault. Word Count: ~3.1k.

Mama told me what I should know

"Too much candy's gonna rot your soul

If she loves you, let her go'

Cause love only gets you down!"

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PART 1: In which you are threatened with a knife, a gun, and a good time.

You thought the night would be fine. You thought no one in this bar would bother you. You thought you’d have a little nightcap or three and head back to the ship. You thought you’d have one last night to spend on your own before sharing a small space with five other people for the foreseeable future.

But nothing worked out as you’d hoped.

As soon as you got comfy at a table in the corner, a horde of rough-looking sailors descended and lit up the place. Loud. Rowdy. Obnoxious.

Ugh. At least they’re not Marines. You can lay low. Sink deep in your chair and focus on your drink.

Gazing into the scrying beer glass, you let your mind wander among the swirls. Thoughts ebb and flow.

Like how you need to remember to get more sutures before you cast off. Or how heavy your fingers feel under all the jewelry. How naked your ring fingers look with no adornment. Your family would be nagging you to get married by now. They’d like Sanji.

But they wouldn’t like that stupid, stupid clown.

He’s been on your mind a lot lately. You hate it. But how could he not be? Made you an offer you had to refuse. You tell yourself it wouldn’t have worked out. Where was he last month when you were looking for an escape? You hope you never see him again.

…but if you did see him again, you wouldn’t complain. He’d probably sidle up to you and say something like—

“Well, hello, gorgeous."

Yeah, that's exactly what he would say.

Wait. That was loud. That wasn’t your thoughts. It can’t be. You turn. 

Buggy the Clown grins at you. “Fancy meeting you here, Miss Sawbones."

You dive to the floor as he pulls a knife from his sleeve and throws it at you, sinking up to the handle in the wall. You clamber to your feet, put on your best snarl, and raise your fists.

All eyes are on you and Buggy as you size him up. The clink of chains and scrape of drawn swords sounds all around you. You’re not sure who your allies are, but you’re grateful for the support.

Especially because there’s just as many goons behind Buggy. He looks as surprised as you feel. His stance softens as he glances around. You could get a punch in while his guard is down—

“Hey!”

A gravelly voice splits the very air of the room. Like a child caught in the cookie jar, you freeze. You’re in big trouble.

Buggy freezes too. His shoulders hunch and his eyes go wide. He glances at you, and then to the side. You look in the same direction.

Standing behind the bar is a stout woman in an apron. A cigar dangles from her lips and she wields a wicked glare. Along with a very, very large shotgun.

She points at a big sign hung above the shelves. NO FiTiN IN DaH baR in big red letters on weathered wooden planks.

“‘No fittin’…?'” Buggy mutters.

“If you’re gonna kill each other,” the matron says, “do it outside.”

Due to a sudden lapse in self-preservation, you speak up. “He started it—“

Everyone jumps as she fires into the ceiling. “And I’m ending it. Get along or get out.”

You glance at Buggy. He glances back. You can see the whites of his eyes, even from all the way over here. Slowly, he replaces his knives back into his jacket.

You lower your fists, feeling awful sheepish.

The bar matron nods. “Back to your drinks, all of you,” she says. 

You can’t help but feel a little embarrassed as the crowd disperses. You can read. You’re very literate. How’d you miss that?

“Guess we both need glasses,” Buggy says right next to your ear.

You jump and nearly swing on him again, but you pull the punch. You have no interest in being shot tonight. “What the hell are you doing here?!”

“Getting a drink, same as you. Last stop before the Grand Line.” His voice dips low and he leans in close. “And last chance I’ll likely get to cut you and your little captain’s throats.”

You scowl. “Over my dead body,” you growl.

“That’s the idea.” The matron clears her throat loudly. He flinches and pulls back, but the glare remains. “Once you leave, babe— snnckt!” He draws his finger across his throat and his head rolls off his shoulders and into his arms. You yelp and he cackles as he puts it back.

Well, now you’re in it. This wouldn’t have happened if you stayed on the ship, you dumb lush. You could have just drank with Zoro. Or shot the shit with Usopp while he shot at shit. Or let Sanji hit on you while you sharpened his knives. Literally anything would have been better than this.

But here you are. Time to get yourself out of it. Somehow.

"Well, I’m not going anywhere," you tell Buggy. You sit back down at your table. "So get comfy, clown."

He places his hat on the table and plops into the seat across from you. He snatches up the mug -- your mug -- and takes a long, long, long pull. He tips his head all the way back, throat bobbing with every swallow.

You try and fail to drag your eyes away. You like sharp throats.

When it's drained, he slams it back down on the table. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and how he doesn't smudge his makeup, you'll never know.

“Don’t mind if I do.” He kicks up his boots onto the table. “So what’re we drinkin’? Rum? Ale? Whiskey? Bet you’re a rum kinda gal.”

This is gonna be a night.

---

One bottle in. You glower at him and he smiles back, eyes twinkling in the dim light.

Second bottle. The sun is fully down. He’s started chattering about nothing and everything. Rage roils inside you.

Third bottle. The room slowly spins. He’s still talking. You might leave just so you can strangle him.

Fourth bottle. You flip him the bird. He just giggles.

Fifth bottle. You mix it up a bit and order some shots. The matron brings the glasses and leaves the bottle. 

“Hey, the good shit.” Buggy pours two glasses and raises one. “Cheers.”

Something bubbles up in your chest. The urge to speak. You’re gonna say something stupid. You just know it. And you’re just lubricated enough that it slides through. 

You raise your glass. “Another day, another bender. No retreat, no surrender.” You toss it back and it scorches your throat on its way down.

Your head is so full of cotton that it takes you a moment to notice the laughter. Strong. Sharp. Bellyful. Contagious. You like that laugh. You’d like to hear more of it.

And then you realize it’s coming from Buggy. He has his head tossed back and his eyes scrunched and he’s letting out the most glorious laughter you’ve ever heard.

Before you can be properly disgusted with yourself, he recovers. “I got one.” He pours another pair of shots and slides one to you. “Here’s to our wives and girlfriends. May they never meet.”

Two more shots tossed back and two more glasses slammed on the table. It’s all going right to your head and the more it does, the more you’re enjoying yourself.

“Everyone knows that one,” you say. You pour. “One drink is good, two at the most. Three I’m under the table, four I’m under the host.”

His eyebrows shoot up, lips pursed into a circle. Then he laughs again. “Workin’ blue tonight! Alright!” Two more shots poured. “It ain’t the length, it ain’t the size, it’s how often I can make it rise.”

You weren’t expecting that and you almost spit the shot out. You hack and sputter as it goes down the wrong pipe, but you recover.

Though now you’re thinking about Buggy’s dick. You should probably stop that. You wonder if it’s small and that’s why he is how he is.

“Y’alright, babe?” He takes a pull right from the bottle and spills some on his chin and shirt. He’s sauced too. Small comfort.

One more comes to mind. You reach across and snatch the bottle. “Now he lays me down to screw.” You pour one shot. “I pray this clown knows what to do.” You pour the other. “If he should cum before I end…” You raise yours. “I swear to God I’ll fuck his friend!”

He stares at you a moment, grinless, just long enough for you to worry. And then it returns with a howling cackle. He slams his glass into yours hard enough to slosh some whiskey out and you both shoot it back.

You stare at each other, giggling like hyenas. Some part of you knows this is ridiculous. You’re getting smashed with a guy who tried to kill you and your friends. Who was just ready to kill you. Who is plotting to slit your throat right when you’re not expecting it.

You just laugh harder. What’s your life come to?

You come back down to see him staring at you, head resting on his hand. "You laugh cute."

“Nuh-uh.” You take a swig from the whiskey bottle. “I laugh like a News Coo.”

“News Coos are adorable!” He snatches the bottle back and takes a pull. “We switchin’ back to rum after this one? Or do we wanna get avden— abvench— adventurous?”

A good question. "Let's go nuts."

"My kinda woman!" He slams the table to catch the matron's attention. "Bring us something strong!"

---

Bottle six is gin. Neither of you like it and you both down the whole thing. Bottle seven, you're back to ale.

On eight, you wonder if the throat-cutting threat was a ruse and he's really just going to give you alcohol poisoning.

At least it's a fun way to go.

"So there I am," Buggy says, "looking at the giant hole in the hull where the cannon once was, holding a cannonball like this--" He jumps to his feet, pops his head off, and clutches it to his chest like it weighs fifty pounds. "--when the first mate himself walks in."

Your jaw drops. "What'd you do?"

"Only thing I could do.” He pauses for dramatic effect. “Threw the cannonball at him!"

He lobs his head to you. You squeal in surprise, just barely managing to catch him before you fall out of your chair. The giggles flow from you like water from a spigot.

He grins as you look at him. "Gotcha," he says with a wink.

Maybe it's the booze. Maybe it's the surprise. Your cheeks heat up all the same. You throw the head back and clamber to your feet.

A moment of clarity hits you as you sit back down. "Why are we drinking together? You wanna kill me."

"It's not that weird. Best drinkin' buddies I ever had tried to kill me. When I tried to skip out on the tab, but... y'know." He takes a gulp from his mug. "’Sides, I like you."

"Why?"

“Barber. Cute laugh. Helluva haymaker." Another swig. “You'd do better with me than that group of losers."

"I am not joining your crew."

He watches the ale swirl in his mug, tracing the rim with his fingers. His lips purse and he glances everywhere but your face.

You try to wait for him to speak, but music catches your attention before he can reply. A lively tune, one perfect for dancing. It looks like some of the pirates pulled out instruments and are entertaining their fellows.

"Aw, I love this song," you chirp. “Luffy’s right, we gotta get us a musician already.”

A chain of dancers sails past. You wish you could hop in, but you’ve got two left feet in ill-fitting high heels when you’re sober on a good day.

Buggy watches you watch them. “Go cut a rug. I’ll watch your shit.”

You shake your head a little too hard and the universe spins. “No way. Can’t dance worth a damn.”

“I’ll give you a hand.” His left hand detaches with a little flourish. “Or two.” Off goes the other one. “Or all of me, if you want.”

“Then who’s gonna watch my shit?”

He blinks, then sits back. “Whatever. I gotta piss anyways,” he mutters. He tries to stand, only for his feet to slip out from under him. “Can I get a hand?”

“Alright, but I’m not helping you aim.” You’re less sober than he is, but you’re drunk enough to try. Hauling yourself to your feet, you offer your hand. He takes it, pulling himself upwards.

And then you see the smile on his face. In a burst of coordination, he pulls you into the throng of people.

Oooooh no. No. No no no. He whirls you around, making your head spin. You step on someone’s foot. “I. Cannot. Dance.”

“Can’t?” He lifts you up, moves you to the side, and places you down again. “Or won’t?”

“Both!”

“Bullshit. Hand here.” He plants your hand on his shoulder and places his own on your—

You slap the smile off his face. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make your point. He accepts it.

“Sorry, thought you were shorter,” he mutters. He puts his hand on your waist. Even through his glove, you can feel his warmth. “Stand on my feet.”

“I’m not a child!” You try to pull away, only to collide with a very large man and get knocked back into Buggy. You’re trapped. No way out but to dance.

You know what? Fine. You stand on his feet — making sure to stamp his toes good — and glower at him. “What’s next?”

The smile returns. “Hold on tight, sweetheart.”

You clutch him as tight as you dare. And thank God you do, because soon you’re spinning like a top.

He guides you over and under, side to side, forward and back. And you don’t trip once. Neither of you do. You don’t even feel nauseous. How is he doing this? Is he magic? Is he just that good?

You glance down. Detached from his ankles, his feet support yours as they scoot around. The rest of him glides through the air, guiding you among the other dancers.

It might as well be magic.

"Light off your feet!" you say.

Buggy's chest thrums with a chuckle. Your stomach jumps into your throat as he drops you into a dip just long enough for him to wink at you. "Ain't I clever?"

He pulls you back up and your stomach slides into your boots. The dance continues.

Whirling, twirling, ducking, weaving, bouncing, bobbing… Is this what a dolphin feels like, swirled around by ocean currents? Or a kite, floating on the breeze? Or a princess swept off her feet by a dashing scoundrel?

Somewhere in the recesses of your mind, you ponder what your life has come to. A pirate, dancing on the feet of a clown who tried to kill you and your friends. Who then stole several kisses from you and made your heart flutter and got really drunk with you and now you're a little in lo--

No. Don't say it. If you don't say it, it won't come true. Unless it's the other way around?

It is the other way around. If you say it, you'll jinx it and it won't happen. So you admit it to yourself: you're smitten with this psychotic jackass.

The laughter bubbles forth and it just won't stop. You don't want it to stop. You never want this to stop. This feeling, this dance, this fit of hysterics.

But it must, as all things do. With one final fiddle run, the music stops and everyone applauds. You would join them, but you’re too busy holding onto Buggy for dear life, catching your breath and trying to stop the room from spinning.

“Can’t dance, huh?”

He’s as breathless as you, mouth parted as he takes breaths deep enough to shake his shoulders. Sweat glistens on his face. Glows, even. A few shimmering strands of hair have slipped from his bandanna and stick to his forehead.

What little breath you’ve recovered vanishes from your lungs. Your heart flutters — no, it flaps, like a gull fighting a gust.

You wanna kiss him, but that last shred of self-restraint stops you. “Let’s go again,” you say instead.

His face lights up. “Lemme-- Lemme get rid of this.“

His forearms slip out of his coat and fly to his shoulders, catching his coat as he shrugs out of it. They zip over toward your table. Pretty slick, you admit to yourself.

And then it gets caught on a chair. The arms yank and yank, but it’s snagged good. You giggle.

“C’mon, you piece of…!” He huffs. He pecks your cheek. “Don’t go anywhere.”

He scrambles over to the snag, tripping on every table and chair along the way.

And then you realize he kissed you. Your spine goes rigid.

A tap on your shoulder knocks you out of your stun and you turn. You half-expect it to be one of his hands, but a rather large pirate is there.

“My captain fancies you,” he rumbles. He nods at a smug-looking blond with the worst come-hither face you’ve ever seen. “He would like the pleasure of your company.”

Nnnnno, you think. “Nnnnno,” you say. Buggy has freed his coat and is draining the rest of the bottle you’d abandoned. “Already spoken for.”

The man’s hand engulfs your shoulder and pulls you around. “It wasn’t a request.”

The blond snakes his arm around your trunk, his hand going to your breast. You try to pull away, but the goon’s grip is like iron.

A sharp whistle makes everyone turn. Buggy stands there, arms behind his back. His expression is neutral, but you see his clenched jaw and the bulging tendon in his neck.

“And where are you going with my leading lady?” He’s got the showman voice on. “Our number isn’t over.”

The captain smiles. “I’ll return her once we’ve had our fun,” he says.

He takes a few meandering steps towards them. “Look, gentlemen: we can play this as a tragedy or a comedy. Your choice.”

The goon straightens up. He cracks his knuckles with a chorus of pops. The captain draws a rapier. You’re not sure how well a Chop Chop man handles being stabbed.

Buggy glances between the two of them, nonplussed. “Comedy it is.”

Two disembodied hands slam a bottle over each man’s head. Shards of glass and drops of rum fly everywhere. The pirates’ grips go slack, and you jump away as they hit the floor with dull thuds.

Chaos erupts.

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[stealingyourbones]

Danny learns bruce is his bio dad when wayne visits fentonworks. That night batman shows up to meet him and immediately shares his identity as bruce. Apparently b had danny pegged as a secret vigilante the moment he laid eyes on him, and identified him as phantom halfway through his introductions. Danny's smart enough to realize he just won the fucking superhero allegiance lottery. He's gonna milk this so hard, he's gonna THRIVE. Just point bats at all of his enemies and watch the world burn.

Oh man I’ve seen many variations of Danny’s reaction to being Bruce’s bio kid but it’s never been something like this.

Danny not going “yeah this is my town” and instead going “thank gOD now I can get some REST! Hey Damian, can you fight this guy who wants to take my skin so I can study?”

Batman goes and instantly creates dozens of contingency plans for all of the ghosts. Is a ghost harming Danny? Cool they’re getting captured in a Even Better ghost thermos that allows the ghost to still communicate even when captured and Batman terrifies them into not returning to Amity.

Both Batman and Danny fully accepting the situation, (there’s still some holy fuck I have another dad/son crisis but that doesn’t linger for too long).

Batman so glad that he has a son that’ll accept his fucking help whenever he’s asked and he doesn’t have to bully his kid into needing assistance.

Danny is so happy because he has a mentor figure that he knows is fully capable as a vigilante and doesn’t have to worry about them dying in a fight with his rogues gallery.

There’s so much angst with the debacle of “wait what the fuck I got another kid.” Sure, it’s a fun thing to write, but in doing this you can write about other conflicts:

Bruce or Danny patching the other up after a fight and chiding them for not blocking themselves more.

Bruce or Danny teaching the other how their tech works. One being the dozens of Bat gadgets, the other being Fenton gadgets. Could be a fun bonding moment talking about either technical stuff, Bruce being fucking baffled that Danny’s parents seem have their machines made out of mostly duct tape and prayer, discussions about how ectoplasm is used as a power source, or things of the sort! Don’t make Danny hide his tech! He goes “fuckin take these blueprints and help me make something that’s 100% effective” to the Batfam.

Bruce making Danny a new suit for better protection and Danny making Bruce a new suit so he can punch ghosts and be brought into the GZ.

Bringing the Batfam into the GZ to meet Frostbite, Fright Knight, or Clockwork! Have the strange father figure meet the other strange father figure and have them bond about worrying over this strange little halfa boy.

Worrying about if Jazz will accept being adopted too and Jazz going “it’s about time” and accepting far easier than they expected.

Jazz walking into the Batcave, sees Jason’s Robin suit on display, and goes “yeah that’s gonna have to be moved. Oh and Bruce, you’re meeting me in the third floor grand office closest to the stairs and we’re having a therapy session.”

Since Danny isn’t hiding from his family or anything, (well maybe but these guys are oblivious as hell. Let them just strangely accept that their kids have caught the attention of another billionaire and that they’re glad that Danny seems happier ever since he first met Mr. Wayne.) so he can have Tucker and Sam over to Wayne Manor. He can stay the night at Wayne Manor (Bruce tells them he uses a private helecopter, Danny just ghost zone portals himself over) and hang out with his new friends.

Anon you are fucking brilliant and I love this oh so much. This is a “Danny is Wayne’s Bio-kid” concept that NEEDS to be tapped into.

[takiberry]

Nasty | Asakura Jo

[ this part contains smut of asakura jo of &team, if you are uncomfortable with such do not proceed. ]

WARNING: fingering, car sex, exhibition, jo is more on the quiet side and has a fat cawk, harua’s watching lol 💭

PAIRING: JO x READER.

-🍚

“uhh.. are you comfortable?” jo asked you as he shifted a bit to fix his position, you gasped when you felt him brush against you, nodding slowly at him as you kept scrolling through your phone, you took out the other airpod from your case and handed it to jo, who looked a little confused before putting it into his ear. “what are we gonna listen too..” he asked, his soft voice sounded like heaven to you, it’s crazy how unreal he looked up close, you’d be lying if you say you wouldn’t let him hit it. “oh uh.. nasty by ariana grande..” you replied back to him as you turned on the song, turning off your phone to set in the cup holder next to you and jo, before shifting on his lap a little, he sucked in a breath before holding you still , a little confused as to why he did that, you attempted to shift again, his grip tightened before he held you down on his lap. “don’t.. don’t move.. please..” he said quietly as if he was holding back on something, it clicked when you felt something poke at your inner thigh, making a face of realization. luckily the car was dark and everyone was asleep with their music blasting in their ears. ( or so you thought. )

“are you…?” you asked to make confirmation, jo felt his face heat up as he mentally cursed to himself. “uhm.. yeah.. i am, sorry if it makes you uncomfortable..” jo started to ramble a bit, afraid that you’d think he’s weird, you shook your head and pressed yourself against his bulge, causing him to hiss a bit. is this really gonna happen? jo kept thinking about it and how you both might get caught in the act, fortunately the drive home was two hours so time wouldn’t be a problem. but jo kept thinking about how one of his friends could just wake up at any moment and catch you in the act, for some reason he didn’t mind if someone were to catch you or watch, it just turned him on even more. jo’s hand found its way up your skirt as his fingers pushed your panties to the side, teasing them against your folds, he doesn’t care about the fact you’ve known each other for a short while. one thing he knew is that he wanted and needed you. bad.

his fingers kept teasing against your folds before he slipped two inside you, chuckling darkly at how you gasped, about to moan before his free hand came in contact with your mouth, covering it to prevent you from waking anyone. “we can’t have you be loud.” jo said as his tone was dark, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a quick pace, he thanked the heavens that nobody could hear, the aircon blowing its’ loud air along with some semi loud music plus his friends wearing earbuds, or so he thought all of them were wearing earbuds. little did you know that harua was right next to jo, no earbuds and was wide awake, and was completely watching you and jo. harua felt it was wrong to watch but he couldn’t help it, what was happening in front of him was sending him into a frenzy. his hand finding itself in his shorts and palming at his own cock. surely jo wouldn’t mind if harua got off to this, right? not like he even knows he’s awake anyway.

jo kept pumping his fingers at the same pace, lifting you slightly to slide his shorts down enough to pull out his own cock, he pulled out his fingers and licked on them as he placed you onto his cock, not pushing himself in just yet, he wanted to get your juices on him first. placing his hand back onto your mouth, he holds your hip with the hand he had just licked clean, making you grind against his cock. the feeling had him tilting his head back with a sigh, his eyes squeezing shut as he made you grind down on him faster, feeling your juices coat his cock perfectly. harua nearly choked on his moan as he watch how easily your folds just slip against jo’s cock, his hand now past his boxers, and around his cock, pumping at it slowly, jo lifted you up slightly with his single hand, removing the hand covering your mouth to help push his cock inside your pussy. you gasped and moaned out only for it to get quickly muffled by jo’s hand yet again, he gave you a look and fully pushed his cock inside you. the feeling was amazing, it felt as if he was made for you.

jo looked at you for confirmation to start moving, you nodded at him and it was lik something snapped right at that moment for him, he started to snap his hips up into you, the feeling of his cock being buried deep in you had him going insane, all morals of anyone seeing or hearing you flew out of his pretty little head. his head thrown back against the seat as he repeatedly fucked his cock into your hole as if it was his fleshlight, harua pumped his cock faster as he watched, his breathing getting a little heavy as he attempted to keep quiet as to not get caught by you both. your moans were kep muffled against jo’s large palm as his thrusts got more powerful, caring less that the wet sounds of his cock fucking itself into you and the skin slapping could wake someone. he gently pushed you up against the back of the seat in front of you both, lifting your skirt as he watched his cock disappear in you. harua choked yet again on a moan as he saw, his hand staggering as he basically fucks himself with his hand, imagining how it’d be like to be in jo’s position.

jo kept fucking cock into you relentlessly, his hand holding you up slightly just so he can continue watching how his cock disappears inside you so swiftly, his heavy breathing driving you insane. two guys in one night was overwhelming already, and who knows what’ll happen after this. will they still talk to you or will they act like nothing happened? those thoughts slipped your mind as you felt his thrusts get sloppier, signaling that he was close and you were too, you wanted to almost scream out his name for how good he was fucking you despite being in a car. unbeknownst to you that harua was still furiously pumping at his own cock at the scene, his head tilted back and quiet heavy breathing, oh how badly he wanted to be in jo’s position. jo buried his face into your back, his thrusts getting more sloppy and staggering before releasing his cum in you, causing you to break and cum all over his cock.

you both breathed heavily as jo pulled out, pulling your panties back to its original position, trapping his seed in you, you shivered and leaned against his chest after he pulled his shorts back up. harua had already came in his hand, quickly cleaning himself up with his sweat towel before acting as if he was sleeping the entire time. jo fell asleep with his head on your shoulder before you fell asleep along with him. you would definitely do this again.

and you probably will, but it won’t be with jo, for now at least.

🍊ONE MORE HOUR | BYUN EUIJOO

🐰DEEP | SHIGETA HARUA

🐥 SEXTAPE | TAKAYMA RIKI

TAGLIST: 🍚

[skz-sage]

skz’s reaction to sage having to do a sexy choreography for aotm

taglist: @smh-anon @softieteez

song and choreography: dangerous woman by ariana grande

christoper bang

he would be very, very proud of her. he’d look away, cover his eyes at times, wanting to be respectful of her but he can’t help but look at the way she moves. all graceful and confident. him and hyunjin visted her during shooting, bringing her food she requested. he’d do anything to show his support for her. and he really means that. hyunjin would leave but chris would stay behind to make sure she has everything she needs. what a man.

lee minho

he would be forced to watch it by jisung, forcing it in his face. he’d both smile and cover his face. he’d text miju right after saying “I saw your cover.” “you’re the coolest, miju.” “but also what we’re you thinking??” see, in his head, miju is his pretty princess. minho isn’t very much the protective type but when it comes to sage, he’s protective. but he’ll let it slide this time. sage received so many messages from minho just because of this cover. at least she knows what’ll catch his attention.

seo changbin

oh boy, he can’t look!!! that’s sweet baby sage!! you’re gonna have to pay him to watch it. but eventually he did and he was in shambles. he was absorbed by her visuals. you could see her delicate feminine body type with a hint of abs and muscles. he’d give sage the biggest round of applause. him and miju are going out on a date for sure after this!

hwang hyunjin

he’d honestly be pretty surprised. sage isn’t the type of person to do sexy dances like this. she likes to stick to the boyish choreographies, not these provocative ones. she wanted to try something new for stay and hyunjin was actually an inspiration for this! she sees so many of hyunjin’s dance covers and she’s absolutely in love with them. in short, hyunjin was very much blown away who knows, maybe hyunjin will be inspired by sage and make something of his own again.

han jisung

oh he’s fucking jumping, screaming, crying, hollering, literally everything and anything. he’s just at surprised at hyunjin too. in his head, he thought there wasn’t a girly part of miju ever! because she’s very messy and boyish just like the rest of them. he can’t get himself to look, he’s covering his eyes and screaming. but he’s ok as soon as it’s over. hell rant about how beautiful, elegant and awesome sage is at dancing, explaining how she’s good at everything too. when it comes to her, he’s very passionate.

lee felix

he’s absolutely starstruck. he’ll be watching her with admiration in his eyes. hell act like such a stay. saying like “SON MIJU ACE OF STRAY KIDS” “MARRY ME!!” (minho giving him a death stare while felix says all of this 😔) felix also asked her to teach him. which caught her off guard but he said he just wanted to spend more time with her. like i said before, they always miss each other.

kim seungmin

the way he wouldn’t stop babying sage after this. waking up sage in the mornings with “cutest son miju~ wake uppp~”. it was rare for seungmin to baby her so this… is very odd to her. sage doesn’t know if she loves it or hates it. also, the dance is sexy. why would seungmin be babying her?? I don’t know, you would have to ask him! even then, I don’t even think seungmin would give you a clear answer. he just thought she was so adorable. I mean after seeing her, who wouldn’t?

yang jeongin

he’s the one to say something like “delete it!”. in his head he’s like “is this the real sage im watching?” because it’s just so odd to him that she’s dancing in such manner. of course not saying he doesn’t like it, he loves it! he’s just saying it’s weird to him seeing her moving her body in such a way. either way, he’s supportive. saying. “that’s our son miju!! look at her go! wow!!” she’s his little sweetheart!

[fuzzylichu]

hi! i’d like to request for a driver!reader x daniel ricciardo

the plot is everyone’s checking the reader out when they have a yacht party bc its their first time seeing her in a dress & daniel kinda gets jealous and shows them that she’s his? :p

thank you!!

All mine.

Daniel Ricciardo x driver!reader

Going into the Abu Dhabi grand Prix as the driver for The mercedes team was probably the biggest achievement you've ever made in your life. What was even bigger was that you were one of the first woman to race in formula one. Thankfully or unfortunately none of the drivers had really noticed you as a woman and not a driver.

_ _ _

P4, a great way to end a hell of a season. The fireworks were going off like crazy along with the fans."great race out there man" as you just got out the car a hand slaps you on the back. "You too, I'm really gonna miss you seb" you turned around and hugged him. After talking to seb for a while you got back to the hotel to get changed and rest for a little while before the parties started.

You were really excited about the party as you remembered you brought the dress you bought a few weeks ago when you were at Singapore. It was a chic satin dress which was black with the mercedes teal colour. The slit was very high cut and revealing. Well, it was more slutty Than anything. It was for sure you're going to catch the attention on the media and also the drivers.

You got ready and had a final look at yourself in the mirror and you had to admit, you were so fucking gorgeous. (You really are 😘😏)

You headed to the docks feeling confident as ever. As you walked by you knew exactly which yacht the party was at. You could clearly hear the boys yelling and the loud music.⁰

Getting onto the boat itself was a different story. A lot of the people went quiet as you walk in, whispering and mumbling all over the place. "Y/n! Looking gorgeous as ever" Sebastian came up to you and shook your hand. "You too" you joked. "Is Hanna here with you? I haven't talked to her in ages"

"mhm over there" he pointed.

You caught and had a few shots with Hanna. You could tell that a lot of the drivers were checking you out way more than usual. after you caught up with Hanna, you go to talk to the other drivers. You saw the twitch quartet gathered around in the corner and decided to talk to them.

"hey guys watch you talking about?" You put your arm around lando making him put his hand on your waist without a second thought. "Speak of the devil" George laughed. "Hm?" You raised your eyebrows at George. "We weren't talking about much." He replied. You could feel lando squeezing on to your waist, tensing up by the second. While talking to the boys you felt a sudden shiver down your spine, like someone was watching you. Well a lot of people were. But it was different.

"y/n. Come with me." A hand grabbed your shoulder. You turned around to see Daniel. "Oh Daniel, everything okay?"

"just come with me" he seemed really frustrated. He took you by the wrist and pulled out of the crowds. "Woah, woah,woah what's wrong? Did something happen? Did I do anything?"

"yes you did something, are you out of your mind?" You looked at him in confusion, making him seem even more frustrated. "You're practically covering nothing with that dress- everyone can see you, you know that right?" You were honestly confused about why he was Caring about you so much. "You really thought no one going to do anything about you dressing like this?" After a awkward silence, you finally talked "do what?"

"make a move on you, hit on you" he laughed in disbelief. He took off his jacket and handed it to you. It was a dark green suit jacket that looked at least over 5,000 dollars. "You sure you want me to wear this?" He raised his eyebrows at you. "I'll take that as a yes."

"stay with me for the rest of the night y/n, you don't know what these boys will do to you." He scoffed. "Oh come on Danny, let me have some fun, and since when did you even care about me this much, it's not like I'm yours" you whined like a kid. "Oh you will be soon" he said as he looked at the waves.

"wait what-" you look at him startled and flustered. "Mhm" he hummed. "We both know you like me, and we also probably know I like you" it was true, you did like him, but to hear that he likes you too?

"how? What? Why??" You laughed. "Every time I talk to you giggle and turn pink, like right now, and I just do I don't know " he leaned in and grabbed your cheeks. Then, boom. His lips touched yours and everything was like magic. His tongues intertwining with yours it felt like you were in a dream.

"just you wait until we get back to the dock sunshine. just you wait," He whispered. "Let's get back to the crowd now, hm?" He grabbed on to your shoulder.

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"y/n! I can drive you back to the hotel if you want," lando came up to you as the party ended. " She's going to come with me," Daniel said and put his arm around your waist. "Bye Lando!" You shouted at him as he dragged you back to his car. The drive back was quick, no traffic and less paparazzis to deal with.

You reached the hotel and ran in to avoid anyone seeing you.

Daniel opened the door frantically and entered.

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part two coming soon

A/n : sorry :')

[mrsackermanfeed]

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ღ SimonsSister ღ

Koing was a fucking sweetheart , he opened doors for you brought you lunch when you where sick but he knew he never could have you , that was made clear on the first day , you where Simon’s sister and he didn’t want anyone using you as a slight fuck toy .

But he had too , he saw each stare , each touch when you patched his injured that made his pants tight , each smile you gave him and god you knew he wanted you back because he was protecting you more than your own brother he wouldn’t leave your side , so when he’d got the chance he took it .

He didn’t want too hurt you , so he kept his weight off you but boy the way he hovered over you and your plump ass as he fucked into your sweet cunt , and you cried his name .

What was he doing ? Fuck , Simon would kill him but he didn’t care , buried so deep in his little sis pussy like a fucking perv , so wet and tight , he only had enough sense too not let it be heard what the two of you where up too .

“Be quiet for me “ he tried too calm you down but he wasn’t calm himself burying in fat cock in this tight little thing , “ m’sorry it feels so good “ how was he supposed too know he would take your virginity , what the fuck Koing was all he could say .

Palms pressed alongside each side of your head he sighed looking down at the sweet show below him , the ripples of your ass bouncing off his abs as he fucked that pretty cunt along the way , “ do you need me too slow down pretty?” You were a mess under him , and he loved every scene .

“No daddy just go deeper “ you sighed almost whining and fuck this couldn’t get any filthier, he didn’t dare disobey your command , leaning up he fixed your cute arch and started fucking deeper .

“S’good “ she was the sweetest virgin it took a long ride for him too be able too fuck you this way and you where still tight around him , creaming like a fucking crazy person around him .

“Yeah? You g’nna cum for me ? “ he didn’t like using any woman for sex so fucking into your little pussy he knew what he was aiming for .

“Mhmm , I’m gonna cum for you “ you where quiet a little thing but you knew everything you wanted too say now , being so open with your voice , “ Go ahead — he leaned closer into the arch of your back kissing the back of your ear and gently rubbing your soft tits — cum on daddy’s cock “ he whispered in your ear so deeply she was making a mess then and there.

“That’s it , get it out pretty girl “ he relaxed into her and fuck just as he was about to pull out , she was whining , “ Can you cum inside , I want it inside “ she was something fucking else , he didn’t care about any risk he was loosing him self from you just asking and filling you too the brim , fucking into you too keep it all in there .

He didn’t care about the next morning when he saw Simon talking too you , Koing didn’t bother since you two where siblings so when Simon caught him later and with a sudden hug he squeezed Koing and he started his sentence with “I’ll fucking kill you if you hurt her , learn how too keep her quiet I would rather not hear that shit “ Koing was left with a smile and putting his head down .

He would be an idiot if he say he didn’t see the way you two looked at eachother .

[ln4-llingforu]

Hey!! Specific request for you :) meeting Lando at a post Vegas GP party. You message back and forth as he goes to Abu Dhabi, but then he surprises you and flies to your hometown to spend his first week post season. You get to show him around and introduce him to your family and friends, etc?

There's Something So Magic About You

I love this idea!!

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Your Tiktok had blown up in the past few months, with breaking down and generally commentating on the ongoing of F1 both on and off of the grid. This had led to you getting invited to the brand new Las Vegas grand prix with Ferrari. But it wasn't the boys in red that were catching your eye, it was a certain British boy in his 'papaya-esque' uniform, he'd been growing out his facial hair all season and was now starting to look a lot more mature. Little did you know you'd caught his eye aswell, he'd seen you on tiktok breaking down his great overtakes and massive progress McLaren had made throughout the season.

Sundays race hadn't went amazingly for Ferrari with one driver DNF-ing mid way through the race and the other receiving multiple penalties during qualifying leading to a very difficult start to the race, they had not ended where they had wished, some who did however, was a certain Lando Norris who had came second, his best result all season.

Obviously, with it being Las Vegas, the after party was huge, drivers, friends, mechanics even a few team principals had shown their faces. The drinks were flowing, the music was booming and the whole club was alive, you were simply observing until you felt someone tap you on the shoulder.

"Hi" you heard, shouted over the music by a voice you'd come to know very well, "I'm Lando, its a pleasure to meet you"

"I'm very aware of who you are" you replied, you words slightly slurred after what was maybe one too many drinks.

"So do i get a name? Or am i just gonna have to call you 'the girl that would look 100x better in orange?" He added, a slight of hope in his voice.

"I quite like that actually, it has a bit of a ring to it, guess if you want a name you're gonna have to work for it, papaya boy" you replied, in a half-serious way, as you turned to walk off into the night, he grabbed you by the waist pulling you back in .

"If i can't get a name can i at least get a number??" He was almost starting to sound desperate.

You complied, exchanging numbers and sending a quick text just to make sure they were right. At this point you knew you'd had one too many, you could both tell this as Lando, who had also had a few too many tonight suggested you shared a ride back to the hotel.

When you arrived you parted ways and got in separate elevators. It was then it hit you, not only did he notice you, he wanted you.

The week between Vegas and Abu Dhabi went by in a blur with you and Lando barely leaving each other alone, going from awkward hellos to spilling secrets and learning about one another so quickly it was hard to remember a time before you knew him. Sadly, for both of you, you couldn't attend the finale race of this season, promising Lando that you'd watch every second and call him when he was alone.

The weekend went by, Lando had done well by all means, but he didn't win, he'd made it into P4 which was still amazing, but Lando seemed very upset and you felt horrible that you couldn't be there. You asked if he was doing any celebrating to which he said he had some 'important business' to attend to and honestly, you were too afraid to ask.

And oh, were you glad you didn't, on Monday morning you were woken up by a loud knock at your door, expecting it to just be a package you had ordered, you put very little effort into making yourself look presentable so when you opened the door and saw a smile you had longed for for so long, it took you a minute to even process what was happening.

He almost luged at you hugging you tighter than you'd ever been hugged, you asked what he was doing here to which he replied that he wanted to spend time with his new found favourite person.

You spent the week visiting different places in your hometown, your favourite restaurant, the park where you learned how to ride a bike, he even met some of your friends.

It got to Friday, almost time for him to go, though it was likely you'd go with him at least for a little while. Casually, while you were getting ready to go for your weekly family dinner, which Lando had begged to go to until you asked your mum who was delighted to have him over, he said he wished you two could be more, something serious, you asked why you couldn't, he didn't give you a direct answer, he simply asked if you would be his girlfriend, of course you agreed.

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I hope this fit what you imagined :))

If you have any other weirdly specific requests please send them :))

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[kiss-seokjin]

Nation’s Innocence

Thank you @caelesjjk​ for the banner!

Synopsis: He was the nation's bad boy and you were the nation’s innocence. Who knew you were secretly dating, and were quite intimate at that?

Pairing: idol Yoongi x idol reader

Genre/ au: smut, idolverse

Word count: 2,986

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Mostly smut, buff ginger Yoongi, swearing, reference to quarantine, reference to controlling label

Smut warnings: semi public sex, car sex, grinding, groping, ass slapping/ spanking, oral (m receiving), hair tugging, fingering, finger sucking, making out, begging, raw (wrap it before you tap it), vaginal sex, belly bulge, marking, nipple play, tit sucking, choking, creampie, big dick Yoongi, dom Yoongi, sub reader, corruption kink, slight praise kink, degradation kink (whore, slut, bitch)

We don’t gotta test drive nothin’ - Ariana Grande

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Parked in an empty parking lot outside of Seoul, you and Yoongi unbuckle your seatbelts. It is a bit past 11:30 PM, with the stars shining a bit brighter out here compared to the city. The full moon stands out against the dark sky, adding a little bit of light. Normally there may have been some others here at a small mall like this one at this hour, but due to recent regulations, most people now are at home by this hour. It was hard for you to sneak out of the dorm without getting caught, but Yoongi has taught you how to do it well. He knows a thing or two about being sneaky. He’s called the nation's bad boy for a reason. But he’s really quite sweet once you get past his cold exterior.

You both know what you're about to do. Ever since you started seeing Yoongi, you feel lucky your label forces all female idols to take the pill, because now that means you can do whatever you want with him without worries. But you also know full well dating and hooking up is also against the contract, so an eye for an eye you suppose.

This is gonna be the last time you can meet up with Yoongi before he flies off to the US for a month for a work schedule and vacation. You watch him as he slides off his hoodie, revealing hints of his muscular body under his white t-shirt and jeans. His newly dyed ginger hair looks extremely good on him, something the fans will surely lose their minds over. You’ve been eyeing him for the entire car ride, anticipating what you’ll be doing for the night.

He’s been giving you glances throughout the ride too, taking in your figure that is hidden under a hoodie and skirt. Not to mention the long socks and sneakers. Your cap and mask have been long forgotten as you fiddle with the hem of your skirt.

After putting on a special playlist for the occasion, Yoongi tunes it down to a semi low volume before turning to you.

“Are you ready to be ruined?” he asks.

“I was born ready,” you reply, smirking at him. You crawl on over, straddling him. Your skirt hitches up as you do. Placing your hands on his shoulder, you still smirk at him.

“Bold of you to take charge.”

“Not for long, baby. Let me please you.”

He puts his hands on your ass as you grind into him. You feel his member prodding against your core, slowly growing against the cloth between you. Feeling his member scraping against your core, you feel yourself starting to get wet under him. A whimper escapes your lips, causing you to bite your lower lip.

“Don’t hold it back baby,'' Yoongi says. “I want to hear it all. I want to hear you getting ruined by me.”

Releasing your lip, another whimper leaves your lip as his now hard member presses into your wet core. Yoongi’s grip tightens on your ass as you pick up your pace. He tilts his head back, jaw dropping in pleasure. You are beginning to feel more and more needy and Yoongi is too. Yoongi continues to grope your ass until suddenly, he slaps it.

“Is that all you got, bitch?” he taunts. “You gotta earn my dick.”

You pick up your pace once again, practically bouncing on him now. He slaps your ass some more, as though he is riding a horse. A long groan leaves Yoongi’s lips, his member feeling tight against his clothes.

“Yoongi,” you moan. “Please…”

“You’re such a needy whore,” he says. “For a girl nicknamed ‘Nation’s Innocence’ you surely are one big slut. Baby stop, I’ve got plans for you.”

He opens the door motioning for you to get out. You happily oblige, getting on your knees for him. The early November cold pricks at your skin, but you’re layered enough that you should be okay. Untying his belt, he sets it aside on the dashboard. Undoing his jeans, he pulls his cock out. His member is red and twitches, needing attention. The length and girth of it will be a lot to handle.

Sliding between Yoongi’s legs, you place your hands on his knees and look up at him with big eyes. He sticks his cock in front of your face.

“Suck me off like your life depends on it.” he commands.

Opening your mouth, you start to take him in. His girth makes you struggle to take him in, causing you to grunt. He places a hand at the back of your head to help you. Soon his cock reaches your throat and Yoongi thrusts in a little bit more for good measure. His fingers seep into your hair, tugging a little.

You start to bob your head on him, mouth and tongue doing work on Yoongi’s cock. He throws his head back, mouth agape as you pleasure him. You puff your cheeks before suching harshly. Yoongi sucks his breath as your tongue glides along him.

“Good girl,” he mutters. “You’re sucking me so well. You’re such a good slut.”

With a little tug from Yoongi on your hair, you start bobbing your head faster. His cock repeatedly ends up at the back of your throat again and again. Tears well up in your eyes as you try to take him the best you can.

Again you puff out your checks, sucking down more harshly on his cock this time. His cock goes deep into your throat as tears begin to roll down your face. Your knees hurt from being like this for so long and your throat hurts too. Your tongue does tricks on him as he moans about how good you are. Pleasure builds up on your panties and down your legs, your pussy throbbing for attention.

You grunt and whimper into him, causing him to finally lift his head and open his eyes. What he sees is your pretty little face sucking his cock like the good slut you are, except now tears are present.

“Stop, sucking,” he commands. Once you do, he pulls your head back, his cock leaving your lips. “What’s the problem?”

“Well…” you say, voice a bit raspy. “My throat was hurting a bit… And the ground is pretty uncomfortable… Yoongi, I really want your cock…”

“Where?”

“In my pussy.”

“What do you say?”

“Please Yoongi, please,” you say, crawling up to him. “I want you to fuck me so bad. My pussy is throbbing for your cock. Please, please, please fuck me.”

He looks down, seeing your juices dripping down your legs. All of this neediness is for him. His mouth waters at the side of your neediness dripping between your legs. How could he not give you a treat? Something he knows you’ve been wanting for a long while.

“Get on inside,” he says at last. Climbing inside, he positions you so that you're in a seated position on his lap but your upper half is over the console and front passenger seat. Kind of like doggy style. As he closes the car door, you point your ass up towards Yoongi and he flips the skirt out of the way down onto your back.

He pulls down your panties, a slick string of juices follow. Leaving the panties at your knees, Yoongi brings his digits back up, circling your clit. You whimper at his touch as his finger does tricks against your clit. Inserting a digit, Yoongi starts to gently thrust his finger into you. You sigh at its coldness against your walls. Yoongi licks his lips, watching as he thrusts his digit into you. Your walls suck him, enticing him.

Inserting another digit, he starts thrusting a bit harsher into you. You let out soft sighs as his slender fingers glide in and out of your pussy. Scissoring your walls, Yoongi strokes your ass.

“You’re pussy looks so beautiful, Y/N,” he mutters. “I can’t wait to see what it looks like with my cock inside it, ruining you. You’re just an innocent little slut, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes,” you whimper softly, feeling Yoongi insert a third digit into you.

“What was that?”

“Yes, Yoongi. I’m an innocent slut… Please ruin me.”

“You want to be ruined, eh? Oh I’ll make sure there’s no innocence left once I’m done fucking you.”

He slaps your ass as he starts harshly ramming his digits into you. You start moaning, feeling the fiery knot in your core build a little. Every slap on your ass brings pleasurable pain shooting through you.

“Not so innocent now, you whore,” Yoongi exclaims, spanking your ass again. “Who’s responsible for corrupting the nation's innocence?”

“You,” you moan out as he starts ramming his digits harder into you.

“What’s my name, bitch?” he asks, harshly slapping your ass.

“Yoongi!” you practically scream and moan. “Min Yoongi is responsible for ruining me! Please ruin me more!”

“Oh you aren’t ruined enough you little slut? How would you like to be ruined?”

“I want your cock! Please Yoongi, ruin me with your cock. I’ve never had good cock until you.”

“To be honest, dear, my dick is the only dick that’s ever ruined you. But you need to be a good girl to earn it. Do you know how to be a good girl for me, miss nation’s innocence?”

“Please Yoongi. Please ruin me with your cock. Please take my innocence for good like you promised. I’ll always be a good girl for you Yoongi. Please I want you so bad babe. Fuck me senseless. Please… Min Yoongi, I'm begging you. I’ve been such a good girl. I’ll always be a good girl for you.”

“You’re such a good girl, it's bad. I think you’ve earned it.”

Stopping his thrusts, he pulls his fingers out of your throbbing pussy. Helping you up, Yoongi puts his now wet fingers in front of your face.

“Suck me dry, will you?” he asks. Softly taking him by the wrist, you take his fingers to your lips. You suck them, tasting your juices.You sigh into it, eagerly sucking away. “This is only before my cock and you're already so excited. How cute.”

Removing his fingers from your mouth. He harshly placed his lips against yours. Yoongi can taste your arousal all over as he sticks his tongue inside. As you passionately kiss, articles of clothing get removed. A skirt. A pair of jeans. A hoodie. And so on. This only leaves your bare bodies exposed. Yoongi’s buff figure is something you can’t help but eye as he lowers the seat back until it is mostly flat.

Flipping you around, Yoongi ends up on top, gazing down at you with hungry eyes. Yoongi gives his cock a few pumps before he places his hands on your waist. You wrap your arms around his back and legs around his hips, pulling his hips down. His cock teases your entrance, gaining an anticipatory whimper from your lips. Yoongi softly smirks to himself.

Finally, Yoongi enters your pussy at long last. Your walls stretch as he slowly pushes himself deep into you. You can only watch in awe as his cock bulges in your pussy as he pushes deeper and deeper. The stretch hurts a little but it only brings you more pleasure. Finally his girth fills you up, with a bulge that you could only describe as jaw dropping. Yoongi looks down as well, smirking at the bulge. He smirks back at you, almost as if to say ‘I told you so’.

He lets you fully adjust to his size before pulling part way out, promptly thrusting back into you. Yoongi starts with moderate thrusts, hips sharply snapping his cock deep into your pussy. Moaning, your nails sink into his back in pleasure. As lewd noises fill the car, Yoongi peppers your skin with kisses, leaving marks as he goes. He gives extra attention to your sweet spot, tongue gliding along your skin before nibbling down. With care, his lips travel all over your neck, shoulders, and chest.

“Yoongi,” you moan out as he gets to your breasts. Yoongi trails his lips over one, gently placing his them over your tit. As he sucks, he places a hand on the other one, hands kneading it like a cat. You stare up at the ceiling as Yoongi sucks and fondles your boobs, sighing and whimpering in pleasure.

Yoongi traces his tongue over your breast, nibbling down on your erect tit. He moves his jaw slightly, giving a little twist. His thrusts remain stable throughout this, building the fire in your core. His hand kneads down, fingers doing wonders on your breast. Yoongi’s fingers find your tit and give it a little squeeze, making you whimper. He sucks on your nipple, little licks from his tongue gazing against your tit on the occasion. His other hand grasps your hip, keeping it steady against his thrusts.

Yoongi removes his lips from your breast, a slight pop filling the air. He places his hand back at your hip, lips trailing up your chest to your neck. He picks up his thrusts, snapping into you more quickly and harshly. As he rams his cock into your pussy, he sucks at your neck, grunting against you here and there. Your jaw drops in pleasure, with a slew of moans of moans and sighs leaving your lips.

Yoongi picks his head up, watching your face make beautifully lewd expressions. It is only more arousing with the slew of noises leaving your lips. It’s addictive and he can’t get enough of it.

“Y/N,” he moans. “Fuck. Look at what you do to me, baby. Seeing you turn into such a slut does so much to me. Who made you such a slut, nation's innocence?”

“Yoongi,” you moan. “I’m a slut for Min Yoongi.”

“Who else?”

“Just Min Yoongi. I’m only a slut for you.”

“Good girl,” he says, placing a hand at your neck. He places his fingers in behind your throat, gently pressing down. It is slightly restrictive but isn’t concerning. Yoongi is really the careful type, not wishing to inadvertently cause actual harm to the ones he loves for momentary pleasure.

Feeling your pulse, you start to feel a bit lightheaded from Yoongi’s gentle press. He still is looking down at your face, grunting and sighing as he rams into you. Sighing, you look up at Yoongi, face showing a mix of pleasure and lightheadedness. Yoongi cocks his head back, moaning.

“You don’t know how much you do to me,” he groans. You softly smile at him, sighing in pleasure. He removes his hand from your throat, placing it back at your hip. He picks up his pace yet again, snapping his cock into you hard and fast.

The car bounces every time he rams his cock into you. He slams into your cervix again and again, causing pleasure to shoot through you. Your legs tighten around his waist a little, with your fingers digging into his back. The lewd noises fill the car, seeming a bit louder due to the small environment.

Yoongi starts to moan and sigh, muttering your name, nicknames, and praises. His fingers dig into your hips as he rams into your pussy. His strong arms tense up as he does. The windows have long since fogged up, only aiding in your privacy.

Feeling your high around the corner, you only start to become more vocal, jaw dropping as you let out a slew of moans. Yoongi’s face is just as expressive as yours now, with him also nearing his climax. Sweat glistens on his face and muscular body, only making him look so much more sexy. He’s worked himself so much just for you.

Your pussy feels so nice wrapped around his cock. It sucks him just right as he pounds deep into it. It is driving him crazy and he can’t get enough of it. Not to mention how expressive and vocal you are because of him. Seeing the sweaty glow of sex on your beautiful face and body as your hair drapes off the seat only spurs him on. You’re like this because of him and it is so beautiful.

“Y/N, you’re too good - oh Y/N,” Yoongi moans out before sighing. He rams into your g-spot as he does, making you come at last. You moan and scream Yoongi’s name, legs tightening around his waist as you see stars. It is such a powerful climax and Yoongi fucks you through it, feeling your arms and legs tighten around him, pulling him closer.

Your pussy is so tight around him as he thrusts into it, driving him wild. Hips shuddering, Yoongi thrusts his cock deep into your pussy, cumming. As you both cum, you grind against each other, milking every drop. Your pussy is now more filled than it was before and you can feel it. Cum is already starting to drip out as your grind.

Once you both finish, Yoongi lays on top of you, exhausted. His now soft member is still inside your dripping pussy. He places soft, loving kisses on your lips.

“You're just so good to me, baby,” he mutters between kisses.

“You ruined me so well,” you softly praise. “I love you.”

“I love you too… Let’s just… Stay like this for a bit, please? I promise I’ll drive you home soon.”

“There’s no place I’d rather be than with you, babe.”

So you stay there, softly and passionately kissing in his car, with all the time in the world slipping away as you spend these final, infinite moments with the man you love; Min Yoongi. The nation's bad boy. But he’ll come running back, he always does. Because how could he ever truly leave the woman he loves, the nation’s innocence?

[olympushit]

Keeping up with the Olympians

#kuwto

Episode 1:

Preview: While everything seems normal, things on Mount Olympus have escalated quite too far. Zeus once again cheats on Hera, while saving Dionysos from embarrassing drunk moments becomes a struggle for his siblings. And many more to follow....

Scene 1: (Zeus' grand palace)

Hera: Zeus!

Zeus: Yes honey!

Hera: Honey? Don't you honey me you piece of shit!

Zeus: Don't you piece of shit me!

Hera: You cheated on me again!

Zeus confessional:

Sometimes Hera overreacts about my infidelities! They say that sex is the best way to burn calories while you do something you enjoy! Women! They never understand!

Hera's confessional with a beauty face mask:

Having to put up with such drama is annoying! Can't he see that all this situation is harmful for the ecosystem? Who's gonna clean all the bacteria he spreads?

Zeus: Stop making something out of nothing!

Hera: I saw you!

Zeus: Oh, you were eavesdropping my dirty little queen! You should have joined us!

Hera: I WANT A DIVORCE!

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Scene 2: (Apollo's grand mansion on Mount Olympus)

Apollo's confessional:

I was having a nice little orgy with my nine beautiful Muses when Hermes decided to so rudely interrupt my fun!

Apollo: What's going on?

Hermes: I know it may sound normal, but someone gotta save Dionysus ass outta the club! Ariadne called me to tell me that she can't find him!

Apollo: Can I have a nice time without someone interrupting my fun!

Hermes: This is serious business, and for Zeus' sake dress up!

Hermes' confessional:

I love all my siblings and I always wanna help them. So when we are done saving Dionysus' ass, I'm gonna take Apollo to a strip club!

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Scene 3: (Mount Olympus, Ares and Athena in some crazy conflict)

Athena: Again?

Ares: I'm not surprised anymore. All my childhood years were filled with this shitty matter.

Ares confessional:

Dad cheating on mum is the most common thing on this Mountain. It is like saying "good morning". When I was younger I always took some pop corn and listened to them fight! Man! This was even more exhilarating than a football game!

Athena: I'm too mind-elevated to care about such stuff! I use my smartness for dumb things!

Ares: Will you stop bragging about your wits? It is too egotistical!

Athena: You are jealous!

Ares: No, I am right! And you don't wanna admit it because you are a selfish bitch!

Athena: Who did you call a bitch?

Ares: You of course! Do you see anyone else here to call bitch?

Athena: Yes! You!

Ares: How mature of you!

Athena: You dare talk back to me!

Ares: This is how a conversation is done you smartarse!

Hestia confessional:

I am really depressed by Ares' and Athena's behavior! They had a fight and Ares' spear went through my favorite vase!

Athena: Wait! You don't care about our well-beings?

Hestia: I would, if you didn't smash the whole palace!

Ares: As usual I'll be the one to be blamed!

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Scene 4: (Apollo and Hermes find Dionysus)

Hermes: What is he doing inside the fountain?

Dionysus: And my heart will go on and on!

Apollo's confessional:

Watching Dionysus perform Celine Dion inside a fountain is disgusting! He sings awfully and he is full of germs!

Hermes: Let's get him out!

Apollo: You're kidding, right?

Hermes: Will you get serious!

Apollo: I AM SERIOUS! My beautiful face isn't going to be ruined like that! This beauty must remain untouched!

Hermes: You untouched beauty, he's falling!

Apollo: OH MY GOSH!

Hermes confessional:

Thanks goodness we caught him on time before slipping on the ground! I have second thoughts about making it up on Apollo though! He was a bad boy!

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WELL GUYS THAT'S THE FIRST EPISODE! I PROMISED TO DO IT AND I DID IT!

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I'm thinking about making 10 episodes of this, and I have some ridiculous ideas!

One episode per week it is, and of course I'll add more scenes!

Also, I think I may steal some KUWTK ikonik phrases and scenes here and there, of course a little modified!

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[allthingsfangirl101]

My Dream–Steve Harrington

My adrenaline was still pumping as we drove onto the freeway with our stolen RV. I turned around and studied the kids, checking them over for injuries. When all I saw was a group of tired teenagers, I sighed and turned back around.

"They okay?" Steve asked, glancing at me.

"A little tired," I smiled, "but okay for a group of kids who just stole a van."

"Well, we were already harboring a fugitive," he sighed. "Might as well add grand theft auto to the list."

"We're going to be fine," I reassured. "Even if we aren't, you and I will take care of them."

"That's for sure," Steve laughed. We were silent for a few miles, no one having the energy to talk. I glanced over and saw Steve gently touching the bruise on his neck.

"How are you feeling?" I asked. He looked at me, seeing that I had caught him. He sent me a reassuring smile that I saw right through.

"I'm alright," he said.

"Steve," I sighed. I reached over and grabbed his hand. He sighed as he intertwined our fingers, squeezing my hand.

"I know we haven't hung out that much since middle school," I hesitated, "but I like to think that we're still friends."

"I think so," Steve shrugged. He looked over at me and smiled.

When we were little, Steve and I were inseparable. Until Tommy H came into the picture. It wasn't right away but eventually, Tommy convinced Steve to leave me behind. I wasn't sure what Tommy said to him but Steve slowly stopped hanging out with me. I never blamed Steve for it. Tommy? I hated the guy.

"Good," I said, trying to ignore the blush rising on my face. "Now that that's settled, can you tell me what's really going on in that fluffy head of hair of yours?"

He looked over at me and let out a small laugh.

"I just," he sighed, his smile dropping. He looked over his shoulder, scanning the tired and scared faces of the kids. "What if we can't protect them?"

"Steve Harrington, you are the protector of the group. You have and will continue to protect those kids with everything you've got. Nothing is going to happen to them as long as you're around. Now, what's really going on?"

"Fine," he sighed when he saw the look on my face. He glanced back at the kids, making sure none of them heard him. "With everything that's been going on, I've been thinking about my future a lot more. I used to have such a clear idea of what I wanted."

"But now?"

"Now," he hesitated, "I'm not sure if we'll even make it to the end of the week."

My heart sank at the idea of Steve not making it through all of this. I smiled, knowing that I had to do something to cheer him up.

"So tell me about this future the great Steve Harrington used to dream of," I said in a playful tone.

"I've always had this dream that I'd have this really big family. I'm talking like a full brood of Harringtons. Like five, six kids."

"Six?!" I gasped.

"Yeah, six little nuggets," Steve chuckled. "Three girls, three boys. And every summer, I figured all of us Harringtons would pack into something like this and just see the country."

"Wow, Steve," I said under my breath. "That sounds. . . nice."

"Yeah?" He asked, glancing over at me.

"Well um, except for the six kids part," I teased. "That sounds like a total nightmare."

"If only we had some practice," Steve joked, gesturing toward the van full of kids.

"Alright, fair," I giggled. "But you know what they say; it's different when they're yours."

"True but," he hesitated. He glanced over at me as he said, "You're gonna be a great mom someday."

I rolled my eyes, looking away to hide my blush. I looked down and started picking at a thread from the bottom of my shirt where I tore it to patch up Steve's wounds.

He laughed before adding, "Plus you have the ability to get them to calm down without bribing them with sugar."

"Sugar isn't the way to calm teenagers down," I laughed.

"In all seriousness though," Steve said, clearing his throat, "the kids depend on you, Y/N. You say I'd do anything to protect them but you'd do anything too. You've taken care of them and loved them like a sister, a mom should. Something they might not have at home. They look up to you. They depend on you. We all do."

"Thank you," I whispered. Steve glanced at me and for a few brief seconds, neither one of us broke eye contact. Until Eddie made us.

"Dude! Watch the road!"

"Sorry," Steve cleared his throat, turning back toward the road. I nervously rubbed my hands together. We fell into silence, a little bit of awkward tension falling between us. We drove down the road, listening to the soft conversations of the kids behind us.

"It's stupid," Steve scoffed, trying to break the silence.

"Steve. . ."

"It's just a dumb dream," he mumbled. "Besides, it's not my dream anymore."

"Why not?"

"Because it's never going to happen."

"Says who?" I asked with a shrug. I glanced over my shoulder, my heart dropping into my stomach when I figured it out. I could feel Steve looking at me but I shifted my focus to the window.

"It's not about her," he said softly.

"It isn't?"

"No," he said, glancing over his shoulder. "I gave up on her being a part of my dream a long time ago."

"If she isn't the one you picture having that future with anymore, then who do you see in that RV with you?"

"I umm. . . I'm not sure."

"Come on," I teased. "You have this amazingly perfect dream of what you want your future to be, and you don't know who you want in that future with you?"

"I mean," Steve hesitated, "I think I know. It's just. . . Complicated."

"What's complicated about it?" I asked innocently.

"It just is," he struggled to admit. His voice dropped as he said, "I don't think she sees that future too."

"How do you know? Have you asked her?"

"No."

"Then you don't know for sure that she doesn't see it too," I shrugged.

"Do you?"

"Do I what?" I asked, turning towards him. We were at a light so he turned towards me. I could barely breathe as he looked deeply into my eyes.

"Do you see that future with me?"

"Do you want me to see that future with you?" I asked, my voice so soft I was afraid he hadn't heard me. Without breaking eye contact, Steve reached over and grabbed my hand.

"I would love for you to see that future with me," he whispered. I opened my mouth to respond but Robin yelled.

"Steve, the light's green!"

"I know," he sighed, the frustration clear in his voice.

He hesitated for a second before letting go of my hand and focusing on the road. My heart was still pounding against my chest from Steve's confession.

I tried to come up with a good response for him, but I couldn't think of anything that would make him feel the same way he made me feel. When I failed to think of something good enough, I reached over and grabbed his hand, instantly intertwining our fingers.

"I do see that future with you," I whispered.

"You do?"

"I want that future with you, Steve." I took a shaky breath when I realized something. My voice broke as I mumbled, "But what if we don't make it?"

"We're going to make it," Steve said instantly. The look on his face changed to a look of determination as he tightened his grip on my hand. "I'll make sure of it, Y/N. I promise. Our dream will come true."

[orgasming-caterpillar]

Something Like Home

The morning breeze carried in through the open window, carrying the gentle scent of flowers and pastries. Against Ranveer's bare chest, Raghav snored softly. 

Ranveer smiled at his lover, wondering if he should wake him up for a kiss or let him sleep after last night's… activities. Deciding on the latter, he slowly replaced his head under Raghav's head with a pillow. 

He sneaked noiselessly into the bathroom. Once he had washed his face and brushed his teeth, he made his way to the kitchen of their hotel room. 

They had come to Paris four days ago, invited by the director of an enormous performing arts organisation. The performances were better than ever before. They met fans from all across the world, who chanted their names like prayers. A whisper, from years ago, still echoed in his ears. "We could have the world on its knees for us."

Enchanting, dynamic, show stopping; that's what they were to the world. They were Ranveer Kashyap, who could hypnotise someone with his movements; and Raghav Patil, whose body moved in ways people didn't think was possible. 

But here, in these closed quarters, they were just Raghav and Ranveer. Two lovers who were soaking in as much as they could of the city of love.

Ranveer smiled as he turned on the stove, putting the pancake mix into the buttered pan. The first rays of the sun were casting a rose gold hue over the cream coloured walls of the kitchen. 

The kitchen was soon filled with the sounds of the breakfast being made. A clink of porcelain, a crack of eggs baking, a sizzle of butter in a pan; it was just the sort of peacefulness Ranveer loved. And with what he had in mind for the day, he should get his daily share of peace before Raghav wakes up. 

Speak of the devil. 

Arms came to wrap around his waist. "Morning'" Raghav rasped, nuzzling his face into Ranveer's back. 

"Good morning." He flipped a final pancake before turning off the stove and facing the other. "How did you sleep?"

"Amazing."

Ranveer cupped his face to press a small kiss to his forehead. Up close, the bags under his eyes were much more visible. Maybe it was a bad idea to stay up so late the previous night. But oh well, Ranveer wasn't going to lie and say he regretted it. 

"Go brush your teeth. Breakfast is ready."

"Don't tell me what to do," Raghav replied sleepily, scrunching his nose. 

"I think you enjoyed being told what to do last night."

He waited, watched, as the sleepyhead understood the implication. Raghav's face turned a brilliant shade of pink, eyes widening in surprise. He hid his face in the crook of Ranveer's neck and mumbled something unintelligible.

Ignoring Ranveer's laughter, he mock-glared at him and went to brush his teeth. Gods, he was such a beauty, Ranveer wasn't sure he would ever get tired of appreciating it. 

He poured steaming coffee into two cups. Raghav appeared in the doorway as he was setting the cups and plates on the little birch dining table. "Yesterday was the last performance, right?"

"Yeah. Are you sore?" Raghav choked on his coffee, caught off guard by the abruptness of the question. Some of it splattered on the table as he coughed. "Sorry," Ranveer said sheepishly as he grabbed a tissue to clean it. "Should've given a warning. Are you sore?"

"Not too much," Raghav managed. "Where are we going today, then? If we're not performing. Fanmeet?"

"No. No fan meets today. No performances either. Today is just dedicated to us, love." Ranveer was careful not to spill too much of what he had planned. He planned for it to be a grand day, and he was determined to not let anything spoil it. 

"You gonna take me on a date, sweetheart?"

Ranveer smiled and took a sip of coffee before answering, "If that's what you wish."

"Come on," Raghav whined. "Tell me what you're planning."

"I haven't decided on the location." What a bold faced lie. Of course he had already chosen the location. Ranveer would've never left such a big part to chance. But if he wanted Raghav to believe nothing big was about to happen, he needed to be thorough. 

"Then tell me what you've planned and I'll choose the appropriate location."

Ranveer shook his head. "I'm afraid I can't tell you that, darling. Do you want to go to a park or garden?"

Dramatically, Raghav leaned back in his chair and feigned irritance. "I didn't come here all the way from India just so you could show me a hundred and fifty different types of leaves."

"Cafe?"

"I'm gonna go mad with the amount of sugar that's been gathering in my system for the past four days."

"Let's go see the Eiffel Tower then."

"If I wanted to see a tower I'd just peek inside your pa-"

"Eiffel Tower it is."

Raghav grinned, going back to his pancakes. "Alright. What else do you have in mind?"

On the table, Ranveer's hand covered Raghav's. He brought it up to his lips and kissed the knuckles. "I want to make today's day as memorable for you as I can. That's all you need to know for now."

• • • 

Raghav looked absolutely stunning. In a teal blue silk shirt and obscenely tight pants (Seriously, what was he thinking-), he was making it really hard for Ranveer to keep his thoughts under control (along with other body parts). 

He walked up to Raghav, who was checking himself in the mirror, and hugged him from behind. Raghav leaned into his touch.

Ranveer could smell something soft and floral on his clothes. "I like your perfume," he said, dipping his head lower. 

Raghav hummed happily. "How do I look?" he asked. As if that was something he needed to ask. As if he didn't know what he was doing to Ranveer with those pants. Cocky little bastard. 

"If mirrors could talk," Ranveer murmured against his skin, "you'd never hear the end of compliments."

He saw the blush creeping up on Raghav's face, pink as carnations, and he melted. He couldn't resist pressing a kiss to his cheek. Ranveer had thought he would eventually get over Raghav's blushing, but it only worsened with time. He would often find himself going out of his way to make it the other flustered, just to see the rosy tint on that apple cheeked face. It was becoming his favourite colour. 

"What if the mirror doesn't want to compliment me? What if it's jealous?" Raghav replied. 

"I wouldn't be surprised if that happens. Even the stars envy you, darling."

Raghav turned around with a dopey grin pulling Ranveer down by the back of his neck. Their lips landed clumsily on each other's and he smiled into the fleeting kiss. 

"We're gonna be late," he whispered. Ranveer nodded, following him out of the room.

For this man, who was making him smile so hard his cheeks hurt, he stopped in front of a drawer. When Raghav was out of the room, he slid a key into the lock and swiftly pocketed the little black box that he had put there earlier. 

With the ring in his pocket, Ranveer walked towards his lover. Towards his future. Towards the promise of something more. 

Something like home.