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ateezscupid · 4 months ago

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─── FEB FILTH FEST: Cry For Me - CORRUPTION ♡

SUMMARY / An average night with your boyfriends, except this time it's more raw, more intense, the first time you fall into subspace.

warnings ✩ SMUT, DOM/SUB dynamics, soft dom!mingi, switch!wooyoung, sub!fem reader, poly relationship, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, petnames (tiny, love), praise and degradation, choking, slight voice kink, reader falls deep into subspace

word count ✩ 2,68k

tags ✩ @desirehorizon @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @shinebyeoli @dawn-iscozy @xh01bri @mallielovssyou @clxssy1997 @soreberry @nopension @kitten4sannie @faeriehwas @lustfxq @ashistrashhhhhh @hwallazia @aurorasjoongie@seonghwaswifeuuu

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST / FEB FILTH FEST

"You're doing so well," Mingi ran his fingers across your chest, occasionally pinching your nipples. His voice was low, a gentle rumble that sent shivers down your spine. You lay on top of him, barely able to hear him due to Wooyoung's head between your legs, his tongue playing with your clit in a way that made your toes curl. The room was dimly lit, only the glow from the laptop screen casting a soft blue light across the sheets. The faint scent of vanilla candles filled the air, mixing with the musky aroma of sex.

Your breath grew ragged as the sensations built up inside of you. You felt the beginnings of something new, a feeling of floating, as if you were slowly detaching from the world. The pain and pleasure intertwined, creating a pattern of sensations that washed over you like waves of warmth.

"Woo…" you croak, your thighs trembling around his head. "P-Please," you beg, not even knowing what you're asking for. The intensity was like nothing you've ever experienced before, your body hovering on the brink of a precipice you didn't even know existed.

Mingi's eyes, filled with a fierce tenderness, met yours. He read the desperation in them, understanding the depth of your need. With a nod, he gently squeezed your hips, urging Wooyoung to increase his pace. The world around you narrowed to the sensation of his tongue, the pressure building until it felt like you were going to shatter.

"Focus, tiny." Mingi whispers in your ear, the endearment a stark contrast to the firm grip he now had on your hips, guiding you. You felt the mattress shift as he repositioned himself beneath you, his erection pressing against your ass. Your eyes glazed over with arousal, unable to resist the siren call of his voice. Wooyoung's tongue grew more insistent, each stroke of it pushing you closer to the edge.

"I-I'm gonna c-come--" you whimper, leaning your head back on Mingi's shoulder. His arms tighten around you, holding you close, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. The anticipation in the room is palpable, a heady cocktail of lust and love.

Wooyoung's eyes dart up to meet yours, a silent question in them. You nod frantically, giving him the green light. His grip on your thighs tightens, his tongue flicking faster, more demanding. The orgasm hits you like a freight train, stealing the breath from your lungs and sending your vision swirling with stars. You scream, a raw, primal sound that echoes through the quiet apartment.

Wooyoung pulled away and replaced his tongue with his fingers, sliding them in and out of you as the aftershocks of your climax rippled through your body. The sensation was overwhelming, and you felt your eyes roll back into your head. Your muscles clenched around his digits, and a strangled noise of pleasure escaped your throat.

"I-I can't-" you try to protest, but the words are barely out of your mouth when Mingi leans in to whisper, "You can, baby. Trust us." His voice is a velvet promise that wraps around you, giving you the strength to endure the overwhelming sensations.

You throw your arm over your face, your thighs closing only for Wooyoung to open them back up. His eyes are dark, his pupils blown wide, his expression one of pure, focused determination. He slathers your clit with his saliva, and then starts to suck on it, gently at first, and then with more pressure, as if trying to coax more pleasure out of your trembling body. Your cries become more frequent, each one more desperate than the last.

Tears started to fall down your cheeks from pure pleasure. Mingi's hand caressed your side, his thumb stroking your hip in a gentle, reassuring pattern. He could feel the tremors in your body as Wooyoung brought you closer to a second orgasm. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by your breathless whimpers and the wet noises of Wooyoung's ministrations.

"Cmon," Wooyoung murmured, looking at you with a mix of passion and determination. He added a third finger, stretching you even further, while his thumb found your clit again. The dual sensation was too much, and you felt your body start to shake uncontrollably. The pressure grew, a tight coil in your belly.

"F-Fuck!" you cry out, the pleasure becoming too much to handle. Your nails dig into the sheets, clutching at the fabric as if it's the only thing anchoring you to reality. Your vision swims, and you feel your body start to drift away, leaving you floating in a sea of sensation.

"Good girl." Mingi's voice was a low rumble, his grip on your hips unyielding as Wooyoung's relentless attention sent you spiraling towards another peak. You could feel your orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to expand with every heartbeat. The room spun around you, the only anchors being the strong arms that held you down and the mouth that worshiped you.

You collapsed on top of Mingi, Wooyoung crawling up to kiss you as the last of your orgasm ebbed away. Your legs were jelly, unable to support your own weight. You felt boneless and utterly spent, your chest rising and falling with the effort of each breath.

"Tiny, you okay?" Mingi's voice was a gentle murmur against the roar in your ears. You nodded, too overwhelmed to speak, and felt his arms wrap around you protectively. The world was a haze of sensation, colors bleeding into one another as you descended into a place where pleasure and pain were one.

"Y/N?" Wooyoung's concerned voice broke through the fog of pleasure. You nodded feebly, unable to find the words to express the intensity of what you were feeling. Your eyes were unfocused, and your body was a mass of sensations, each more profound than the last.

"Jesus, she's in subspace." Mingi's voice was filled with awe and concern, his eyes never leaving yours as he felt the change in your body. You had gone limp in his arms, a soft whine escaping your lips as the last vestiges of your climax washed over you. The room grew quieter, the only sounds the harsh panting of your breath and the thud of your heart echoing in your ears.

You lazily reached around, tugging at Wooyoung's sweatpants, needing more of him, needing to feel him inside you. He must've sensed your desperation because he pulled away just long enough to shed his clothes, his erection springing free. The sight of him, all hard lines and sinew, made your mouth water, your body aching to be filled.

"N-Need…it…" you whimper, your hand shaking as it reaches for Wooyoung's cock. The words are barely coherent, lost in the haze of pleasure that's taken over your body. You're in subspace, a place of pure sensation and need, where the boundaries between reality and ecstasy are blurred.

"Be careful." Mingi's warning was a gentle nudge, his hand steadying your wrist as Wooyoung positioned himself at your entrance. You could feel the warmth of his cock pressing against you, a promise of more pleasure to come. His eyes searched yours, seeking confirmation, and you gave it to him with a nod that was more a twitch of your chin than a conscious movement.

Wooyoung pushed himself inside, filling you completely, and you let out a long, drawn-out moan that seemed to come from the very depths of your soul. The feeling of fullness was almost too much to bear, but it was exactly what you needed. As he began to move, you felt your body respond almost on instinct, hips rolling back to meet each of his slow, deliberate thrusts.

"Good girl," Mingi murmured in your ear, his voice thick with arousal. "You're doing so well, letting us use your tight little cunt like this." His words were both praise and degradation, a heady mix that sent your mind spinning even further into subspace.

Wooyoung's thrusts grew stronger, more demanding, and you felt your body respond in kind, your muscles clenching around him as if trying to pull him deeper. "Look at you," he groaned, his voice low and raspy with desire. "You're such a slut for us, aren't you?" His words were a brand on your soul, claiming you as theirs.

You could only whimper in response. Mingi wrapped his hand around your neck and lifted your face, his gaze piercing through the haze of pleasure. "Say it," he demanded, his voice a dark velvet whisper. "Tell us how much you love being our little slut." The words were a hot brand, but you were beyond the point of caring about the sting.

"…l-love it," you breathed, the words slipping out like a confession. "I-I love being…y-yours." Your voice was barely a whisper, lost in the symphony of pleasure that consumed you. The admission was like a key, unlocking something primal within you, something that reveled in the feeling of complete and utter submission.

Mingi's grip tightened on your neck, his thumb pressing gently against your pulse point as he watched the play of emotions across your face. You were lost in subspace, a place where the lines between agony and ecstasy were erased, leaving only the purest form of pleasure. Your eyes were glazed, your breaths coming in short, erratic bursts as Wooyoung's cock claimed you with every thrust.

More tears started falling down your cheeks, but they weren’t from pain—they were from the overwhelming rush of pleasure and submission. You were adrift in a sea of sensation, the world around you nothing but a distant memory as you floated in a haze of bliss. Each thrust from Wooyoung sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, the feeling so intense it was almost painful.

"You feel so good," Wooyoung grunted, his hips pistoning into you with increasing force. His grip on your thighs tightened, his fingers leaving bruises in their wake, but you didn't care. In subspace, pain was just another facet of pleasure, a note in the symphony that played through your body. Each thrust sent you spiraling deeper into the abyss, each gasp and moan a testament to your submission.

He slowed down for a moment to pull you down a bit, pushing your knees to your chest and sliding in even deeper. The new angle made you gasp, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. But in subspace, that pain was a sweet, delicious agony that you craved. The room spun around you, the only anchor being the two men who held you in their thrall.

Mingi kept your hair out of your face, his grip firm but gentle, as Wooyoung's pace grew more demanding. The friction of his cock against your g-spot was unbearable, a constant reminder of your vulnerability, of your complete surrender. Your breaths hitched and your eyes rolled back as he hit that perfect spot over and over, your body jolting with each impact. The pain was a beautiful crescendo, layering over the pleasure until you weren't sure where one began and the other ended.

" 'm gonna…c-come…" you whimper, your voice barely audible through the haze of subspace. The sensation of Wooyoung's cock filling you up, the pressure of Mingi's hand on your neck, the sound of your skin slapping against theirs—it all combined into an overwhelming symphony of pleasure that had you teetering on the brink of another mind-shattering orgasm.

Mingi's grip tightened, a silent command for you to hold on, and you nodded, desperately trying to cling to the last shreds of coherence as Wooyoung's pace grew frantic. The world around you was nothing but a blur of colors and sensations, each more intense than the last. You could feel yourself starting to fall, your body no longer your own as the pleasure claimed you completely.

"S-Shit--" Wooyoung's breath hitched as he felt your muscles tighten around him, a clear sign of your climax. His own orgasm was close, the tension in his body coiling tighter and tighter with each stroke. The room was a symphony of sounds—your desperate whimpers, the slap of skin on skin, the harsh exhales of the two men who owned every inch of you. "Fuck, I'm gonna come so hard inside of you."

The words barely registered in your subspace haze, but your body responded with an even deeper clench, as if eager to milk every drop from him. The world was a kaleidoscope of sensation, each thrust a burst of color in the abyss of pleasure. Your thoughts were scattered, reduced to fragmented whispers of need and desire.

"Gonna milk him dry like a good 'lil cumdump?" Mingi's voice was a dark whisper in your ear, his fingers playing with the sensitive skin of your neck as your body tightened around Wooyoung's cock. The word "cumdump" sent a bolt of arousal through you, and you nodded, eager to fulfill your role.

Wooyoung cursed, halting his thrusts for a moment as his own climax hit, the force of it making his whole body spasm. You felt his cock pulse inside you, filling you up with warmth, and it was like a switch had been flipped.Another orgasm crashed over you, more intense than any you've ever felt. It was like your entire being was a live wire, electrified with pleasure. Your muscles clenched around him, milking him for every drop of his release, just as Mingi had said. The sensation was so overwhelming you couldn't hold back the scream that tore from your throat, echoing through the quiet apartment.

"Are you okay?" Wooyoung's voice was soft, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and satisfaction as he watched you try to catch your breath. You nodded, the word "yes" lost in the symphony of sensation still reverberating through your body.

"Do you wanna take a break, love?" Mingi's voice was a soothing balm, his eyes filled with a gentle concern that was almost foreign in the haze of pleasure that still clouded your vision. You nodded, unable to form coherent words as your body trembled from the aftermath of your orgasms.

Wooyoung carefully pulled out of you, his cock glistening with your juices. He leaned in to kiss you softly, his own breath still ragged. "I'll get your bath ready," he murmured against your lips, his hand stroking your cheek before moving to gently wipe away the tears that still stained your face.

As Wooyoung disappeared into the bathroom, Mingi held you tight, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you came down from the high of subspace. The room felt too quiet, the absence of Wooyoung's body against yours leaving you feeling slightly empty. But Mingi's embrace was warm and comforting, his touch a gentle reminder that you weren't alone in this.

"What…" you mumble, your voice still lost to the depths of your subspace haze. "What…happened?"

Mingi's smile was soft and full of pride. "You fell into subspace, baby. It's a good thing, a sign that you trust us completely." He kissed the top of your head, his arms holding you in a firm, reassuring embrace. "It's kinda like a trance."

"It…was…amazing," you murmured, still lost in the afterglow. The world slowly started to come back into focus, the sounds of Wooyoung running the bath water a comforting background noise.

Mingi chuckled, his chest rumbling beneath you. "It certainly was." He stroked your back, his touch feather-light. "But it's also intense, and you need to come back to us completely before we go any further." His eyes searched yours, ensuring you were okay with the gentle dominance in his tone. You nodded, feeling safe and loved in his care.

As the aftershocks of your climaxes subsided, Mingi brought you to the bathroom and sat you inside the tub. Wooyoung knelt beside the tub, a warm, damp washcloth in hand. He gently wiped away the remaining tears from your face and cleaned you up with tender strokes, his eyes never leaving yours. The warmth of his gaze made you feel cherished, a stark contrast to the raw, intense pleasure you'd just experienced.

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cheftsunoda · 8 days ago

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hi okay so i know you just did a poly and i absolutely ADORED it, so i wanted to put in a little request! could you do a poly where reader was with a driver (say lando for reference) but he cheated on her, so she writes a song about him cheating. however, carlos and rebecca swoop in and take her for themselves, which leads reader to write an album about them? i LOVE your works and i love your poly works even more!

it’s ok im ok — cs55 + rebecca

smau/blurbs

carlos sainz x !singer reader x rebecca donaldson

lando norris x !ex singer reader

yn has been nothing but loyal and loving to lando over the last year and a half…and what did that get her? a broken heart…but it also may have given her a boyfriend AND a girlfriend.

fc : tate mcrae

(a/n) : love this ideaaaaa <3 thank you for all the love cutie pie.

guys i had the cs55 in red up until the minute i was about to post this. im still not over it.

also i apologize bc this took me so unnecessarily long to finish. promise i will have something else posted by tonight or early tomorowwww

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f1gossipgirls

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f1gossipgirls : Lando… babe, did you forget you have a girlfriend? And not just any girlfriend—a very hot, internationally famous one at that. Word on the street is Lando’s been cozying up to Magui these past few days while YN’s away on tour. And yep, someone caught them kissing in the club. Oof. Sending hugs to YN—she deserves so much better.

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username00 : not LANDO cheating on a GRAMMY NOMINATED BADDIE while she’s working 😭 men are actually unserious.

username0 : this is def on brand for magui

username1 : you fumble a woman like yn and you fumble your whole life, congrats lando 🎉

username5 : she was literally on stage pouring her heart out while he was in the club. disgusting.

username7 : her last show was tonight and he was supposed to be there with carlos im sick.

↳ username00 : carlos will def still be there. he LOVES yn and will especially be there to support her now.

username10 : cheating on a superstar like yn is so insane to me. i would’ve just stayed grateful and quiet 😭

username11 : you don’t cheat on a woman the world is in love with. he’s done.

username15 : can someone check on yn pls she deserves love, peace, and no crusty men.

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The stage lights are warm against my skin as I run through the final chorus, my voice echoing across the empty arena. Soundcheck usually feels like a safe space—a quiet rehearsal before the chaos of the crowd. But today, something feels…off. My phone has been vibrating nonstop. At first, I ignore it—everyone knows not to blow up my phone during rehearsals unless it’s urgent. Then the vibrations keep coming. And coming.

I lower my mic slowly and turn toward the side of the stage. My phone is facedown on a case, but even from here, I can see the screen light flashing again and again. Missed calls. Messages. Alerts. The energy in the room shifts.

“Hold for a second?” I say, already walking toward it.

I flip my phone over. The first thing I see is Lando’s name trending. Then the texts hit me all at once.

“Please call me ASAP.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Are you okay?”

“Have you seen the video???”

My chest tightens. I don’t want to click it. I already know. Deep down, I know. Still, I tap the notification. It opens to a video. Blurry, loud, too dark—but unmistakable. Lando. Magui. A club in Monaco. His hands on her waist. Her arms around his neck. His lips on hers. I don’t even realize I’ve stopped breathing.

“YN?” a voice calls gently.

I turn just as—my best friend, my dancer, my anchor—crosses the stage. Her face changes the second she sees mine.

“Come here,” she says, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and steering me offstage without asking a single question.

We sit on a low equipment case behind the curtain. The buzzing in my phone hasn’t stopped. Neither has the buzz in my head.

“He cheated on me,” I whisper. “In a club. While I was here. Rehearsing. Writing songs about him.”

She doesn’t flinch. Her grip on my hand tightens. “I saw the video,” she says quietly. “I didn’t want you to see it like this.”

I laugh, bitter and cracked. “How else was I supposed to see it? On Twitter? A news alert? A pap asking me about it??”

My voice shakes. My throat aches. I feel humiliated. Blindsided. Like the whole world saw the betrayal before I even knew it happened.

“I gave him everything,” I murmur. “I loved him. I trusted him.”

“I know,” She says softly. “And you didn’t do anything wrong. He did.”

My eyes blur with tears I hadn’t realized were building. I feel like I’m underwater, like this moment isn’t fully real yet.

“I feel so stupid,” I choke. “I feel…used.”

“No,” She says, pulling me into a hug. “You feel hurt. And you have every right to. But don’t you ever call yourself stupid. He didn’t cheat because of you—he cheated because he’s a coward.”

I lean into her. The backstage hum fades away, replaced by the sound of my heart breaking quietly into pieces.

She pulls back just enough to look me in the eye. “You’re going to survive this. And then? You’re going to do what you always do. You’re going to write. And when the world hears what he did to you in your own words? They’re not going to pity you. They’re going to stand with you.”

I swallow hard and nod. Slowly. My voice is gone, but my hands curl into fists.

“I’m done protecting people who don’t protect me,” I whisper.

Jess smiles, proud and fierce. “There she is.”

—

The dressing room is filled with soft rustling and whispers. The scent of setting spray lingers in the air. I sit at the vanity, staring into the mirror as someone touches up the shimmer at the corner of my eyes. I look calm. Composed. But I feel like I’m floating outside myself. My phone buzzes again beside the mirror. I don’t need to look.

Lando. Again.

Missed calls. Messages. Voicemails. I’ve stopped checking.

“Don’t,” YBFN murmurs behind me, catching my eye in the mirror.

“I wasn’t going to,” I reply quietly, though my hand itches to grab the phone and throw it across the room.

Instead, I slide it farther out of reach. I shouldn’t care. But I do. Because I loved him. Because I trusted him. Because I thought the boy I stayed up writing songs about would at least have the decency to not betray me in public like that.

“YN?” someone calls gently from the hallway.

A knock follows. Hesitant.

“Hey, uh… it’s Max. Can I come in?”

I glance at her, and she gives a subtle nod. I swallow down the lump in my throat.

“Yeah,” I call.

The door creaks open slowly, and Max Fewtrell steps in, holding a bouquet of pale roses wrapped in soft brown paper. He looks… unsure. Nervous in a way I’ve never seen him. Like he doesn’t quite know where to stand in the aftermath.

“Hey,” he says softly.

“Hey.”

He steps forward, then stops halfway, fidgeting with the paper in his hands. “I—look, I didn’t know. I swear to you. If I had known what he was doing—what he did—I never would’ve let it happen. I feel sick. And I know I’m probably the last person you want to see, but I couldn’t not come tonight.”

His voice cracks a little near the end, and my heart tugs painfully in my chest.

I’ve always loved Max. Not in the way I loved him, but like the way you love people who come into your life and never leave—quiet constants. He was always there. Supportive. Sweet. A buffer when Lando got overwhelmed. A safe space. I stand slowly and walk to him. He doesn’t meet my eyes at first.

“I don’t hate you,” I say gently.

He looks up, and his eyes are glossy.

“I’ve known him since we were kids,” he says. “I never thought he’d do this to you. I mean—God, you of all people.”

I take the flowers from his hands, brushing my fingers against his. “Thank you for coming.”

“I didn’t want you to think I was picking sides,” he says quietly. “I’m not. I can’t. Not when I saw how much you loved him. And not when I see what this did to you.”

My throat tightens, but I manage a smile. “You don’t have to explain, Max. You showing up says enough.”

He nods, jaw tense like he’s holding something back.

“If you need anything,” he says finally. “Someone to vent to. Someone to just sit in silence. A drink after the show. I’m here, alright? No pressure. No sides. Just… me.”

I pull him into a hug without thinking. It’s gentle. Familiar. And it makes something crack open in my chest—something quiet and sad and healing all at once.

“I’m okay,” I whisper, even if I’m not quite there yet. “But thank you for being here.”

Max hugs me tighter, just for a second, before pulling back. “You’re going to kill it tonight. Just… don’t let him ruin this moment. This is yours.”

He smiles at me once more and slips out the door just as the call for places comes through. I glance back at my phone one last time, still lighting up. I power it off. Let him sit in silence. Tonight, the only voice that matters is mine.

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The lights dim. The crowd erupts. The opening chords hum through my in-ears, and I step into the spotlight like I’ve done a hundred times before—but tonight feels different. Heavier. Quieter, even in the chaos. It’s the final show of the tour. It should’ve been a celebration. But instead, I’m standing on stage with a broken heart, mascara set like armor, and an entire audience holding their breath for me. I grip the mic with steady hands and let the lyrics come, one by one. A verse. A chorus. A little bit of my soul falling out in every line. I look up and something catches my glance. Carlos and Rebecca, standing in the VIP section.

Carlos is wearing all black, his arms crossed casually, but his eyes never leave mine. Rebecca’s beside him, radiant in her simplicity, with a soft expression that feels like warmth. Her hand brushes lightly against his, and when she catches my gaze, she smiles. Not a pity smile. A proud one.

I falter for half a second. Not enough for the crowd to notice—but I feel it. The way their presence roots me. Grounds me.

Carlos nods at me—just once. Like he sees everything and says, “You’ve got this.”

I sing the next line straight to him without even meaning to. The lyric cuts deeper than I expected. There’s a flash in his eyes. Something soft. Something protective.

Rebecca lifts her hand in a quiet salute as if to say, We’re here. You’re not alone. And just like that, I stop thinking about Lando. I stop thinking about the betrayal, the headlines, the ache in my chest. Because here I am—on stage, holding a crowd in the palm of my hand, singing my truth.

And in the middle of it all, two people I never expected to be looking for… are looking at me like I matter. I finish the song and let the last note linger.

The audience roars. Somewhere in the noise, I hear someone scream, “We love you, YN!”

I smile. And when I glance back at the VIP section—Carlos is still watching. Rebecca whispers something to him, and he nods, slow and certain, like a promise. My heart flutters. Maybe this isn’t the end of something. Maybe it’s the beginning.

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The door to my dressing room clicks shut behind me as I step inside, the noise of the arena fading to a low hum. It’s quiet in here. Dimly lit. Safe. I exhale for what feels like the first time all night—half-laughter, half-collapse—as I lean against the vanity table and look at myself in the mirror. Smudged eyeliner, a faint shimmer on my collarbone, and the remnants of adrenaline still pulsing through my veins. But then I notice them. The flowers. Three bouquets, each one distinct. Each one carefully placed.

The first is elegant, precise—white orchids and pale blush roses wrapped in a ribbon that looks like it came straight from a Paris runway. A small note is tucked into the stems.

We’re so sorry we couldn’t be there tonight, mon ange. We watched the live stream from home. You were breathtaking. We love you, and if you need anything—anything at all—we’re here. Always.

— Charles & Alexandra ❤️

My throat tightens. I press the card to my chest for a second, then gently set it down. The second bouquet is wild and colorful—sunflowers, tulips, baby’s breath. Unruly in the best way. Joyful. The third is rich and moody—deep reds and golds, with eucalyptus and something that smells faintly like rosemary. Bold. Grounded. Attached to both are notes written in the same pen.

You were incredible tonight. Breathtaking and beautiful as ever. I love you.

— Becs

So proud of you, Cariño. You gave it your all and looked stunning while doing it.

— Carlitos

Before I can even finish reading them, there’s a soft knock at the door. I turn just as it opens and Rebecca steps inside first, glowing in a sleek black suit and boots. Carlos follows, a bit more hesitant, his curls still slightly messy like he ran a hand through them a dozen times before walking in.

“You were incredible,” Rebecca says, her voice low and warm. “Every single second. You tore the roof off.”

“You nearly made me cry,” Carlos adds, offering a half-smile. “Which, I don’t do. Ever. So. Thanks for that.”

I laugh, startled by the emotion that rises so quickly. “I’m really glad you both came.”

Carlos shrugs. “We weren’t going to miss it. Not tonight.”

Rebecca’s eyes flick to the flowers, then back to me. “We didn’t want to crowd you after everything, but… we thought maybe you could use a distraction. Something light. Loud music, good drinks, bad decisions.”

Carlos leans against the wall and grins. “You feel like celebrating?”

I look between them—two people who didn’t owe me anything but showed up anyway. Who didn’t pity me, didn’t push, didn’t question—just stood with me. And for the first time since everything crumbled, I feel like I can breathe.

“Yeah,” I say, nodding slowly. “I think I do.”

Rebecca beams. Carlos tosses me his jacket without warning, and it lands perfectly over my shoulders.

“Let’s go remind the world,” he says, “that you’re the star of the show.”

And for once, I believe it.

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f1gossipgirls

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f1gossipgirls : Well, folks… the post-breakup friend draft is officially over — and it’s looking like YN LN took the win. Max Fewtrell and his girlfriend Pietra were front and center at her sold-out Madrid show last night, joined by none other than Carlos Sainz and Rebecca Donaldson. YN, Rebecca and Carlos were later spotted celebrating at a club downtown, all smiles and tequila shots. No sign of Lando. Ouch. Looks like the grid has chosen sides… and we’re not saying anything, but this one has to sting a little. 💔

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username00 : Carlos choosing the ex over the bestie… that silence gotta be loud for real 😭

username0 : She got Max and Carlos?? oh lando honey you fucked up.

username1 : this is like when your divorced parents fight over the family dog but the dog picks your mom

username5 : me pretending i didn’t see this bc my mental health is fragile

username7 : he’s focusing on racing and y’all are obsessed with who’s hanging out with who lmao

↳ username00 : he wasn’t focused on racing while juggling two women at once.

↳ f1gossipgirls : ate.

username10 : i get supporting yn but can we stop pretending like breakups are one-sided??

↳ username0 : he legit cheated on her while she was away singing love songs she WROTE ABOUT HIM.

↳ f1gossipgirls : you tell em mama

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It was past 2AM, and the club was pulsing with bodies and sound — music deep enough to drown in, lights flickering like camera flashes. Everything was sticky with champagne and smoke and heat. It should’ve been overwhelming.

But I was wrapped in them.

Carlos’ hand was firm and low on my waist, grounding me, his breath warm against the shell of my ear as he leaned in to say something that got lost in the music. I didn’t ask him to repeat it — didn’t need to. The way he looked at me when I laughed told me everything.

Rebecca was curled against my other side, her arm slung around my shoulder, her perfume heady and sweet — something expensive and wicked. She was glowing, flushed from dancing, eyes glassy in that beautiful way tequila makes everything soft and electric.

She pressed her lips against my cheek, slow and lingering, just as Carlos’ thumb started tracing lazy circles on my side. I tilted my head back, dizzy and melting between them, and smiled.

“Anyone watching us right now,” I murmured, voice barely audible over the bass, “is probably losing their minds.”

Carlos chuckled, pulling me a little closer, the pad of his fingers skimming over the edge of my bare back. “Let them.”

Rebecca grinned, her teeth grazing my earlobe before she whispered, “Let them talk. They’ve never had this.”

There was no rush. No expectations. Just the three of us — tipsy, warm, wrapped in each other’s gravity, dancing slowly even when the beat was fast.

Carlos kissed my shoulder. Rebecca kissed my neck. And in the middle of a wild, glittering room where everything else was chaos — we were something still. Something that felt like ours.

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There’s something sacred about silence in the morning.

Not the kind that’s forced or awkward — the kind that’s earned. That slow, drowsy stillness that only follows a night bursting at the seams with noise and light and too many glasses of champagne. I could still feel the bass in my bones, a faint echo of the club vibrating somewhere under my skin, but it was fading, replaced by the soft rhythm of two other heartbeats tangled with mine.

Carlos was the first thing I noticed.

His arm draped heavy over my waist, the press of his chest against my back grounding me in that half-dream state. His body was always warm, always solid — like curling up with summer. His breathing was slow and steady, his lips just brushing my shoulder with each exhale. Every time I moved, even slightly, his grip adjusted like his body already knew mine too well.

Rebecca was curled against my other side, still half asleep, her thigh slung over mine, one arm tucked beneath her head, and the other linked with my fingers — lazy and possessive even in slumber. Her hair was a mess of soft waves across the pillow, catching the golden morning light like honey. I could smell her perfume on the sheets, sweet and faint now, but still hers. Still her.

And me? I was the luckiest kind of hungover.

My mouth tasted like tequila and chocolate. My makeup was probably smeared halfway across Carlos’ chest. My head was pounding just a little — a quiet throb at the base of my skull — but I didn’t care. I felt like I’d been cracked open and poured into a world that was soft and blurry and unreal.

I closed my eyes again, soaking it in.

The bed was too warm, the blankets pushed halfway down, and one of Rebecca’s heels was still tipped over by the doorway. There was a bottle of water on the nightstand. An empty champagne glass beside it. One of Carlos’ rings was sitting on top of my phone, like even he couldn’t keep track of where it ended up anymore.

“Are you awake?” Rebecca’s voice was barely a whisper, thick with sleep.

“Maybe,” I murmured.

She shifted closer, her nose brushing against the side of my jaw. “You’re staring again.”

I smiled, eyes still closed. “You’re both disgustingly attractive first thing in the morning. It’s unfair.”

Carlos groaned behind me, voice gravelly and low. “Too early for compliments. Or talking.”

“But not too early for cuddling, apparently,” I teased, wiggling back into his chest.

He made a soft sound — something between a chuckle and a sigh — and pulled me tighter against him, his hand skimming down to my hip, fingers tracing absent circles over my skin. “Always time for that.”

Rebecca shifted to press a kiss just below my ear, her lips lingering. “Do we have to get up?”

“No,” I whispered. “Not yet.”

The three of us stayed wrapped in the sheets like that, tangled and slow, like we could hide from the world if we just stayed still enough. There was no rush. No need to explain anything. Just breath and warmth and the quiet knowledge that something real had grown out of the wildness.

“I like this,” Rebecca said softly.

Carlos hummed in agreement. “Me too.”

“Even after I dragged you both through three clubs and made you take tequila shots with strangers?” I teased.

He kissed my shoulder. “Especially after that.”

Rebecca grinned against my neck. “You’re exhausting. But in the best way.”

The sunlight spilled brighter through the curtains. Outside, Monaco was probably waking up, already buzzing. But here — in this little cocoon of soft sheets and half-whispers — the world felt far away.

I turned my head slightly, catching a glimpse of both of them — Carlos with sleep still in his eyes, Rebecca brushing hair from her face, both of them looking at me like I was something good.

And I realized, for the first time in a long time… I wasn’t running from anything.

I was home.

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Lando stared at the gossip post like it might change if he refreshed the page.

It didn’t.

“Well, it’s clear who won the friend group after the breakup. Max Fewtrell and his girlfriend Pietra were spotted front row at YN LN’s final Madrid show last night. Carlos Sainz and Rebecca Donaldson were also in attendance — and the trio was later seen heading to a club together. No sign of Lando, of course.”

It wasn’t dramatic. Not really. No grainy kiss, no scandalous hand placement. But somehow it hit harder than all the rumors ever had.

She looked radiant in the pictures — eyes closed, mid-performance, glitter like stardust on her cheekbones. In the one shot outside the club, she was sandwiched between Carlos and Rebecca, laughing like the night hadn’t ended. Her arm was looped loosely through Carlos’, Rebecca standing close on her other side, all three of them glowing under the Madrid streetlights.

Lando clicked his phone off. Turned it back on. And called Max.

It rang once.

Twice.

“Bro,” Max answered, half amused and half wary, like he already knew why he was calling.

“You were at the show?” Lando asked, skipping the pleasantries.

“I was.”

“And you didn’t think to—” Lando stopped himself. “She looked… good.”

Max was silent for a beat. “She was incredible.”

“And then the club?”

Another pause.

“Yeah,” Max admitted, a little quieter. “Carlos and Rebecca took her out after. Just to celebrate. It wasn’t a big deal.”

“Did she seem…” Lando trailed off, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “I don’t know. Weird? Off?”

Max sighed. “No, mate. She seemed free.”

Lando leaned forward, elbows on his knees, the room around him suddenly too quiet. “You really think she’s okay?”

“I think she’s better than okay,” Max said. “I think she’s finally figuring out what her life looks like without constantly being judged for it. Without you in it.”

The words landed like a punch — not cruel, just honest.

Lando swallowed hard. “You know I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

“I know,” Max said. “But you still let her feel like she had to go through it alone.”

There was nothing left to say after that.

Just the low hum of the call, the sound of a friendship quietly splintering under the weight of something heavier than either of them could name.

“She deserves to be happy,” Max added softly.

Lando nodded, even though no one could see it. “Yeah,” he said, barely above a whisper. “She does.”

And then he hung up.

The post was still open on his screen, YN frozen mid-laugh between two people who didn’t let her go.

For the first time, Lando wondered if he’d already lost her for good.

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The sky had started turning that perfect, syrupy gold — the kind of light that made even a parking lot look cinematic. My boots were sticking to the pavement, and the car hood I’d just climbed down from was still hot beneath my fingertips. I could feel mascara drying in the corners of my eyes and someone was yelling about lighting, but all I could think was— is this what closure feels like? Then I heard him.

“Tell me that I didn’t miss you in the splits.”

I turned around, and there they were. Carlos — in a white tee and sunglasses, holding a coffee— and Rebecca beside him, smirking and gorgeous My heart did this dumb little twist. I hadn’t realized how much I missed them until I saw them.

“We brought caffeine, love and hugs.” Rebecca said, sliding her arm around my waist.

“And if needed,” Carlos added, mock serious, “I will personally run Lando over. In that car, preferably.”

I couldn’t help it — I laughed. The kind of laugh that cracked my chest open just enough to let the ache breathe. I ran straight to him, throwing my arms around his shoulders, letting myself melt into the familiarity.

“I missed you guys.”

“You’re killing it,” Carlos murmured into my hair.

“You’re terrifying. In a really hot way,” Rebecca added, fanning me.

The crew kept moving around us, but I didn’t care. I just wanted this moment. Us.

I leaned into Carlos’s side and took a sip of the coffee he held up for me. I could still feel adrenaline buzzing in my ribs. “I just… I didn’t want the world to think he broke me,” I admitted quietly. “Even if, for a minute, he did.”

Carlos took my hand, warm and steady. “You didn’t get broken, cariño,” he said. “You got louder. Louder and hotter.”

Rebecca nodded fiercely. “And stronger. And bitchier. In a good way.”

I laughed again. The ache loosened a little more. I glanced at the monitor where the last take played back — me dancing on the car, mouthing the words like a woman who didn’t look back. Maybe this was what healing looked like. Glittery, a little messy, but surrounded by the people who reminded you who you were.

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We just had wrapped for the day, the sun was lightly setting behind the clouds and I took a deep breath as I walked off set. I closed myself in my dressing room and let myself fall on the couch. I lied there for a few minutes, thinking, processing— not sure where my life was going next. Enough of that. I pushed myself up and quickly changed, checking my makeup in the mirror. I grabbed my bag and made my way out but I found myself with a smile on my face. Because just past the edge of the set, I saw them.

Carlos leaned against his car, hands tucked in the pockets of his coat, hair windswept and cheeks flushed from the cold. Rebecca stood beside him, all glowing skin and easy elegance, both with a small smile that made my heart drop in the best way.

I didn’t realize how tightly I’d been holding it all together until I saw them. I walked over slowly, like if I moved too fast it would break the spell.

“You waited,” I said, voice low. Maybe a little shaky.

Rebecca passed me a cup. “Of course we did.”

Carlos tilted his head, eyes soft. “Did you think we wouldn’t?”

I didn’t answer. I just let myself sink into their arms — into Carlos’s steady warmth and Rebecca’s grounding touch. I think I sighed for the first time all day.

“We’re stealing you,” Rebecca murmured into my hair. “We have a reservation, you need real food, and I’m not letting you spiral in a trailer eating Sour Patch Kids and watch TikToks.”

Carlos kissed the side of my head. “Come on. You deserve a night off.”

They took me somewhere tucked into the hills above the city — candlelit tables, soft music, a quiet breeze. It wasn’t flashy, but it was perfect. I sat between them in the booth, fingers tangled with Rebecca’s under the table while Carlos poured me a glass of wine with one hand and stole my bread with the other. We laughed. A lot. But it wasn’t the kind of laughter you use to fill silence or avoid feelings. It was the kind that comes when your soul finally exhales.

“You know,” Rebecca said gently, at one point between courses, “watching you today… I was proud of you in a way I don’t think I’ve ever felt before. Not just because you looked hot — although, you did.”

Carlos grinned, nudging her. “Obviously.”

She smiled, then looked back at me. “But because you turned pain into power. And it didn’t look bitter. It looked like healing.”

My throat tightened. I reached for Carlos’s hand across the table and he didn’t hesitate. His thumb brushed over mine, slow and steady.

“You looked free,” he said simply. “Like you remembered who you were before the headlines, before the breakup, before him.”

I couldn’t say anything back. Just squeezed both their hands and tried to memorize the way it felt to be so completely seen. After dinner, we ended up on the beach — Rebecca’s idea. She said she needed to feel the sand and the stars and the sea to remind herself the world was bigger than Instagram comments. I sat between them on a blanket we found in Carlos’s trunk, their coats draped over my shoulders, watching the waves roll in and out. No noise. No pressure. Just the kind of quiet that felt like safety.

“You know what’s funny?” I said softly. “I used to think being loved meant being watched. Like, being chosen in a room full of people.”

Carlos glanced over, brow furrowed in that quiet, gentle way of his. “And now?”

I smiled, just a little. “Now I think it’s this. People who don’t need to choose you in a crowd because they’re already sitting next to you. Holding your hand. Sharing their fries.”

Rebecca rested her head on my shoulder, pressing a kiss to the space just beneath my jaw. “You never had to perform for us. You never will.”

Carlos’s fingers brushed mine again, lacing them together.

“You don’t have to be the strongest girl in the room,” he said. “You can just… be ours.”

And under the stars, wrapped in borrowed jackets and the softness of being fully known, I finally believed him.

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I’d been holding the email open on my phone for almost an hour. The subject line still made my stomach twist.

Final Confirmation: Private Villa Booking — Amalfi Coast.

It was meant to be the celebration. The wrap-up. The quiet exhale after the noise of the tour. Just me, Lando, ocean views, overpriced wine, and no phones. We booked it months ago. Back when I thought we’d be forever. Back when I still flinched when people called him my anchor. Now it was just… mine. Still waiting. Still booked. Still beautiful. And the idea of going alone made my chest ache. I looked up from the screen. Rebecca was curled on my couch with a face mask on, one leg tossed over Carlos’s lap as he read something on his iPad. They were quiet. Safe. Mine, in that strange, soul-deep way.

“Can I ask you guys something?” My voice came out quieter than I expected.

Carlos glanced up immediately. Rebecca pulled off one earbud.

“Of course.”

I sat down on the floor in front of them, twisting my fingers in the hem of my hoodie.

“So, there was this trip… to the Amalfi Coast. It was supposed to be a post-tour getaway.” I paused, swallowing hard. “It was meant to be with Lando.”

They both stayed silent, waiting.

“I thought about canceling it,” I admitted. “But I didn’t. Something in me kept it. And now I… I want to go. I need to go.” I looked up, eyes burning slightly. “But I don’t want to go alone.”

Rebecca’s face softened immediately. Carlos reached forward and brushed his fingers gently over my knee.

“So come with me,” I whispered. “Please. I want to rewrite what it was supposed to be. I want to laugh and drink and sleep under the sun with people who make me feel like myself again. I want to take up space and not feel guilty about it. I want to go and not be haunted.”

Carlos didn’t hesitate. “Then we’ll go.”

Rebecca leaned forward, resting her forehead lightly against mine. “Baby, you never had to ask.”

“We’ll make it yours again,” Carlos added. “All of it. Just say when.”

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I should’ve known something was up when Rebecca told me to wear the black slip dress. Not suggested, not playfully offered an option — she told me. In that tone. I didn’t question it.

It was the kind of silky, clingy fabric that made me walk a little slower. The kind of dress that clung to your collarbones and shimmered in candlelight. I paired it with gold heels and a soft perfume.

And when I stepped out of the villa and saw Carlos waiting in an all-black linen button-down, his sleeves rolled up and his hair soft in the breeze, I forgot how to breathe for a second.

“Wow.”

That’s all he said.

And then Rebecca stepped out behind him, radiant in a champagne satin gown that flowed with every movement, her hair loose and gleaming, and I felt like I’d walked into a dream I didn’t even know I had. Dinner was on the terrace of a quiet, oceanside restaurant. White tablecloths. String lights twinkling overhead. The sea stretched into forever behind us, and everything smelled like salt and citrus and the slight sweetness of fresh basil. It was peaceful. Like we were tucked away from the rest of the world. Like this night didn’t have to end.

We laughed more than we spoke. Carlos ordered the wine and insisted on choosing everyone's plates like he was on some Michelin mission. Rebecca kept feeding me bites from her plate and pressing her hand against my thigh when she laughed. And it all felt like it had always been this way. Like I had always belonged between them. Somewhere between the dessert and the second bottle of wine, Carlos leaned forward, his fingers brushing mine.

“We, uh…” he started, and then looked at Rebecca, who gave him a small nod.

He turned his full attention back to me — soft, serious, that kind of gaze that makes you feel seen all the way through.

“We wanted this trip to be special for you. We know what it was supposed to be.”

I swallowed, the mention of him lingering in the space like a shadow, but it didn’t sting the way it used to. Not here. Not with them.

“But it’s also special for us,” Rebecca added, reaching for my hand, intertwining her fingers with mine. Her eyes searched mine, glassy under the dim lights. “Because being with you… feels like home. It always has.”

Carlos smiled, his thumb running over my knuckles. “And we don’t want it to just be a moment. Or a trip. Or a way to rewrite old memories.”

He paused. “We want it to be the start of something real. With you.”

My heart pounded so loudly I almost didn’t hear him.

“We want you, YN.”

Rebecca’s voice was softer now.

“All of you. Every wild, brilliant, chaotic, breathtaking piece of you. Officially.”

I blinked, suddenly breathless.

My past had always been chaos and press cycles and people twisting my story before I ever had a chance to tell it myself. But this — this — was a moment I got to keep. One they gave me with no conditions, no edits, no masks. Just love. Uncomplicated. Unashamed.

“Yes,” I whispered, tears catching in the corners of my eyes as I smiled.

“God, yes. Of course I want that.”

Carlos kissed my hand. Rebecca leaned in and kissed my cheek. And when I stood to hug them both, caught between their warmth and the sound of waves crashing behind us, I realized this was what peace tasted like. Salt on my lips. Wine on my tongue. And love wrapped around me like silk.

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Mornings start slow here. Somewhere around 8:30, the sunlight filters in through the linen curtains, golden and warm. The villa smells like sea salt and espresso. Rebecca is usually curled up in one of the oversized chairs on the balcony with a book in her lap and her sunglasses pushed into her hair. Carlos takes his coffee out on the terrace and reads the news like a 40-year-old man on holiday. And me? I’ve been writing.

Not because I have to. Not because a label is breathing down my neck or the internet is waiting for a comeback. I’ve been writing because something inside me finally feels quiet enough to let the words come out.

I sit barefoot in the kitchen in one of Carlos’ Williams T-shirts with a pen tucked behind my ear and a notebook that smells faintly of sunscreen. Sometimes I write lyrics while I sip cold orange juice straight from the bottle. Sometimes I hum melodies into my phone between bites of toast. Sometimes I sing half-formed verses into the soft skin of Rebecca’s shoulder while she’s stretching beside me, and she just murmurs, “That one’s gonna hurt in the best way.”

The door creaks behind me. I glance up just as Carlos walks in shirtless, towel slung over his neck from his swim, hair wet and eyes sparkling.

“Writing again?” he asks, dropping a soft kiss to the top of my head.

“Trying,” I murmur, chewing on the end of the pencil.

“It’s weird. I feel like I’ve got so much to say and for once… no one's yelling over me.”

He sits beside me, stretching out long legs, his arm brushing mine.

“That’s because you finally surrounded yourself with people who want to listen,” he says softly, eyes meeting mine. “And people who love the way you say it.”

I swallow hard at that. Rebecca walks in with her hair tied up in a scarf, carrying a plate of fresh fruit and croissants like she’s straight out of a dream.

“Breakfast for the tortured artist,” she grins, plopping down next to me. “Please write a song about how you always steal food."

I laugh and lean into her shoulder.

“Only if you promise to be in the music video.”

“Done,” she smirks.

Carlos rolls his eyes.

“Am I allowed in this one, or am I just creative director again?”

“Creative director and shirtless muse,” I grin.

They laugh, and I soak it in. The comfort. The lightness. The way my heart isn’t clenched anymore when I think about writing love songs. Because they’re not memories now — they’re moments. Real ones. Quiet and full.

Later that afternoon, Rebecca will convince me to swim in the ocean and Carlos will carry my notebook like it’s sacred, making sure it doesn’t get wet. We’ll eat lemon pasta on the patio and they’ll convince me that “the heartbreak album” doesn’t have to be all heartbreak. That I can let the softness in too. And maybe… maybe they’re right. Maybe this time, I get to write something that sounds like freedom. Like beginnings. Like the kind of love that lets you stay exactly who you are — and holds you there, gently.

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The paddock feels different today. Not louder. Not quieter. Just… sharper. Like the air itself is holding its breath. I’ve done red carpets. Stadiums. Late-night talk shows. But somehow, walking through the paddock after everything that’s happened—this is the most intimate stage of them all. The cameras are already turning before we even make it past security. I can feel them catching the moment Carlos’ hand brushes gently against the small of my back, guiding me through the crowd. The way Rebecca slides her fingers through mine like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Because it is. We agreed- no subtlety. No denying. No “we’re just friends” charade. We’re done hiding.

Carlos squeezes my hip gently before stepping to my other side, nodding politely at a journalist who immediately fumbles for her mic. He doesn’t stop. Neither do we. Rebecca leans in as we walk, lips brushing my temple as she whispers, “You’re doing great, love."

I smile up at her, just in time for a wave of camera flashes. Flash. Flash. Flash. Capturing the way I smile at her. At him. At us.

And then—like the universe couldn’t help but stir the pot—we turn the corner and see him.

Lando.

Standing near the McLaren garage, head turned just enough to see us before pretending not to. He freezes for a half-second. That stupid familiar smirk falters. His eyes flick to our hands. To Carlos’ arm still around my waist. To Rebecca whispering something that makes me laugh without meaning to. And for a moment, the noise in the paddock dulls.

Carlos sees him too. Doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t change his posture. Just tightens his hand slightly on me. Like a quiet reminder: you’re safe. you’re mine.

Rebecca notices. And because she’s Rebecca, she doesn’t just ignore Lando—she smiles at him. Brief. Civil. Ironic. Me? I don’t look away. I meet his eyes for half a second as we walk past, chin high, heart steady. Let him feel the weight of what he threw away. Let him hear the album in his head, track by track. We don’t stop. Don’t stumble. Don’t say a word. At the edge of the Williams garage, we pause.

Carlos lowers his sunglasses just enough to meet my eyes. “You good?”

Rebecca draws soft circles on the back of my hand. “You don’t owe anyone a thing, love. But if this is how you want to do it…”

I turn to her, then to Carlos, and press a kiss to his cheek—right over the place his dimple forms when he grins. Then I lift Rebecca’s hand and kiss her knuckles, slow and sure. And we walk inside, together. Let them whisper. Let him regret. This isn’t revenge. This is freedom.

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last-words-ofashootingstar · 30 days ago

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Animals:

Bunny Seonghwa

❥Park Seonghwa x fem reader

❥ATEEZ x fem reader

➯a/n: and so it begins... lmao i'm having alot of fun with this so thanks once again to @klllerwaifu for the request that started it all !

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut, hybrid a/b/o

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: poly pack dynamics, animal/human hybrids, hybrids take on physical and personality traits from their animals, hwa in heat, wayyyy too much cum, breeding, needy and desperate hwa, pleading to keep going, fast and hard sex, thigh job, very intense overstimulation, dacryphilia, tapping out, switch dynamics, touching his ears makes hwa cum on the spot (tehe), pet names (puppy, my girl, bunny, angel), little bit of aftercare + praise, omega puppy reader / omega bunny hwa

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18+.MINORS DO NOT TOUCH.

‧｡ANIMALS𖦹°‧

Thump!

Th-thump!

"Do you have a problem?" You finally snap as you whip around to face the source of the grumpy thumps — Seonghwa.

The pink haired omega is standing in the doorway of your room, his ears long, fluffy ears pinned to the sides of his head and pout on his plump lips. "No..."

You sigh and turn back to your book, ignoring the sulking bunny. You get a few seconds of peace until —

Thump!

"Seonghwa, seriously! I'm trying to read, what's wrong?" You toss your book, partly concerned and partly annoyed. Your nose twitches as you sniff the air.

"Want to come to the nest with me?" He asks quickly, ears twitching while impatiently searching for your response.

His peachy scent is extra thick and syrupy —

He's going into heat.

You should have realized something was up. He was eating even more greens than usual lately, rubbing his chin on you all extra hard before you went out. When everyone else coincidentally had plans today, it should have been a dead giveaway away. They left you alone with him on purpose, to give you some privacy; he always comes to you on the first day of his heat —

And he's always extra needy.

‧｡ANIMALS𖦹°‧

"My puppy," Seonghwa groans while thrusting into you wildly. His pace is frenzied, uncontrollable — rough. "Mine. M-mine."

He's got you bent over on your hands and knees, kneeling in the pack nest. His cum is dripping down your legs, and yet he shows no signs of stopping. His chest is pressed against your back, his breathing is hot on your sweaty neck.

Your cries of overstimulation make his ears twitch, stranding straight up on his head as he revels in them. The sound of his hips slamming into yours, his balls hitting your slick covered clit with every one of his rapid thrusts. Your sweet, yelping moans make him go faster.

He may be an omega, but he certainly doesn't fuck like one. Sure, he's moaning and groaning and has tears welling up in his eyes from the amount of pleasure your sloppy heat is giving him — but he's determined to breed and he's not being gentle with his intentions. Haven't you heard the saying; fuck like rabbits?

Male bunny hybrids are built to cum and cum and cum and —

"Ahh!" You wail as he slams his hips into yours extra hard, sending you prone bone on the blankets. You fists the fabric tightly and bring it to your face, burying yourself in it and letting it soak up the tears from the insanity inducing pleasure.

"Shhh," he coos shakily as his twitching length pumps yet another load into your flooded cunt. He starts whining and grinding into you even as he's working through it, his brain still screaming at him to breed you more. "Take it," he whimpers as you clench around him, milking his member, "take it-" comes out as a huff while he pulls his hips back.

He slams them back onto you, making you jolt and scream, "Hwa!"

"T-take it," he repeats like a mantra, pushing you flat on the mess of blankets with his hands on your shoulders. "Ple-please, puppy! Don't quit on- on me, need to breed you, need to cum — fuck! I need you so bad, please, pleaseeee~"

He whines like he isn't already buried balls deep inside of you every time he thrusts.

At least he's slowed down enough to give you a chance to gather your scattered brains. You moan weakly into the blanket, your entire body twitching each time he bottoms out. You aren't even physically capable of reaching a peak anymore, you're staying there.

He's fucked you into nothing but a ball of exposed, cum covered nerves. His cock gliding against your g-spot makes a tiny orgasm spark in your dopamine flooded brain every time.

And he's still rock hard.

"I c-can't-"

He can't help the pathetic whine that comes out at your words — he's not trying to make you feel guilty. He's genuinely distressed at the thought of pulling out of your gooey heat. "You can't?" He pouts as he stills deep inside of you. "One more? One more?" His ears droop as he pleads, even though you can't see them.

He needs to cum. He needs to. The thought of getting heat sickness makes him grind deeper into you. He needs to feel you.

"I'm sorry, b-bunny," you pant as you wipe your sweat and tear covered face with the fabric — it's already a complete mess anyway. "My pussy can't take it-"

"Yes, it caaaan," he thumps his leg with a tiny growl, crushing you under his body even though you make no attempt to get away, "my girl c-can take it! Perf-perfect pussy feels s'good~"

"I can't keep up," you whimper as your body clenches around him without your permission, another sharp orgasm flashing through you. "Fuck my th-thighs," you manage to slur, thankful he can't see the drool that almost drips down your chin before you wipe it. He'd undoubtedly start fucking you again.

"Your thighs?" He pants as he forces himself to pull out, "I can?" He looks down at your twitching hole, his eyes going wide and his ears springing upward as he witnesses all of his cum dribbling out to join the mess that's already on your thighs.

The sight is enough to make him shoot his hot release onto your backside — the feeling of it on your tingling ass cheeks makes you jump a bit.

His head rolls back as he instinctively starts fisting his length; his brain refusing to let up on the command of 'cum' for even a moment. "D-damn it!" He whines loudly, his cock begging for you. "Please, how- how do want it? Hurry, puppy, I need to feel you," his foot thumps again as he jerks himself off with the mess of his previous releases as lube; sliding easily and making squelching noises that have your ears twitching.

He lays down on his back quickly as you pat the space next to you, watching you with wide, begging eyes as you shakily push yourself up. "Don't worry, angel," your words make him dribble another milky drop to join the others as he squeezes his length, "just give me a break, you can still fuck me after I calm down a b-"

"Oh, thank you, thank you!" He grabs you, cum covered hand be damned, and yanks you to lay on top of him. "My girl is so good to me," he nearly babbles as he pushes your legs together with his own, squishing your thighs around his cock; fucking them with zero hesitation or shame. "Pretty thighs feel so nice, so soft, ahhh~"

You wrap your arms around his neck, hugging onto him as his fast paced fucking of your thighs tosses you around atop him. You pant softly as you catch your breath, leaning down and leaving soft kisses across his neck.

"Y- oh~" His jaw drops as you press your thighs together, his lashes fluttering rapidly. He grabs your waist, keeping you extra still as he picks up the pace. It's nowhere near as comfortable or pleasing to his bunny brain as your cunt, but it's about to make him cum nonetheless. He'd be happy with just your hand, really. As long as he can feel your skin on his.

His ears flick as you wrap your fingers up in his hair, almost begging to be touched. "P-puppy?" He mewls, wide pupils trained on your face as you come up from his neck with a questioning look. "Pet my ears, please~"

"Of course, bunny~"

As soon as your fingers touch the base of his fuzzy pink ears, he's moaning out like a pornstar as he cums. Mouth wide open, body trembling underneath you as he paints the back of your thighs white.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He cries as you gently pet behind his ears, tears pooling as he looks at you starry eyed. His hips stutter for a split second until he's fucking your slick thighs with the same insatiable energy. "Ha-" He hiccups, "harder."

"Harder, angel?" You hum, giggling as he moans at the nickname; nodding quickly.

"Pull," he whimpers out the single word, starting to be just as fucked out as you were a few moments ago.

You wrap your hands around the base of his ears, watching the way his eyes flutter shut blissfully with a smirk. When you give them a careful tug, he grabs your back; grounding himself.

His ears, like most hybrids, are very sensitive. Some don't like having them touched — "harder!!" — he isn't one of them.

A soft yank sends him completely off the deep end, his mind going feral and blank simultaneously. "Let me cum inside! Please-" Another hiccup makes him wail after it cuts off his pleading, his member twitching and pulsing and needing to be completely enveloped by you. "Last o-ne! Last one! Let me p-put it inside you, puppy!"

He's about to sob as you spread your thighs, his hips still humping up into the air desperately. He gasps as your heat slowly slides onto his reddened tip.

Bunnies are fast.

He has you on your back in half a second, slamming into you and drawing an ear piercing moan from your throat as your sensitive cunt gets bombarded by a sudden orgasm.

He thumps his foot as your hands threaten to fall, "pull, pull 'em, please! Want my girl to pull my ears!" He begs while wrapping his arms around the back of your messy thighs, folding them over and pounding into you so hard and fast that your feet dangle in the air helplessly.

You have to blink a few times to get your brain back. It's back to nonstop mini-orgasms as his length glides down into you and tortures your g-spot so blissfully. You re-wrap your hands around his ears, pulling on them and holding on tightly.

"Ffffuck~" He falls over on top of you, a full body shiver running through him as he finally, finally reaches satisfaction; flooding your abused hole all over again and keeping himself as deep as possible.

He shakily cups your heated face, landing a tender kiss on your lips as you softly rub his ears.

"Mine." He whispers against your lips between his satisfied moans. "My girl." He mimics a purr as he wraps his arms around you, rubbing his chin on the top of your head to cover you in his scent as if you aren't covered and filled with his cum.

"Mmf," you can only hum as your eyes droop, hugging him back tightly and wrapping your legs around him.

"Puppy kept up with me so well~" He grins as he cuddles you; both of you thankful as you feel his length finally softening inside of you. "Thank you," he pecks your lips, "I love you," and again.

"I love you, bunny," you smile dopily, melting underneath him, "sleep time~"

"Sleep time~" He laughs softly, wrapping his fuzzy ears around your head as you fall asleep. He won't be sleeping anytime soon, but he'll let you do so until he starts getting hard again.

You'll need all the rest you can get to keep up with him until another pack mate is brave enough to take your place.

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band--psycho · 23 days ago

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Poly!141 x Fem!Reader - Stop The Wedding (Part 1)

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 /Part 8 / Part 9

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Warnings: Feelings of jealousy, regret and anger

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Johnny was running to the base; thoughts racing through his mind at the news he’d just heard.

You were getting married.

Married.

The words were like poison in his mind.

He was pretty sure he wasn’t meant to find out that news, given how her friend suddenly stopped mid sentence before quickly saying goodbye to him.

He needed to tell the others; so that they could come up with a plan to stop this wedding from happening at all.

“Guys,” Johnny panted as all but burst into his Captains office; not considering whether or not John was in a meeting.

Thankfully he wasn’t.

And the only people that were in the room; were the very people he’d hoped were here.

John, Kyle and Simon.

“Johnny?” Simon’s voice came first, taking two long strides to the door, wondering what the hell had gotten Johnny so worked up.

“Are you okay?” Kyle followed Simon, stopping just short of the panting man by the door; putting his hand on his back in an attempt to soothe the emotions Johnny was feeling; that no one could really place.

John remained in the chair behind his desk, watching Johnny with a worried look in his eyes.

“She’s getting married,” Johnny continued, leaning against the doorframe attempting to catch his breath.

A confused silence filled the room.

John, Simon and Kyle all glancing at one another before turning their attention back to Johnny.

“Y/n,” the Scotsman clarified, “Y/ns getting married.”

Suddenly the sargents emotional entrance had a cause.

“To who?” Kyle questioned, feeling like he’d just had the wind knocked out of him.

“I don’t know his name, I just know it’s happening,” Johnny explained, wiping some of the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand; his eyes darting between the two men in front of him.

Kyle looked how Johnny felt, shocked.

Simon however remained neutral, at least in his facial expressions. His eyes told another story. There was a hurt flickering within his lieutenants eyes, something that people may have missed but Johnny, knowing him so well, didn’t.

“How do you know?” John asked, his tone surprisingly calm as he lit one of his cigars.

“Her friend told me,” Johnny replied, moving past Kyle and Simon to look at John, “We need to do something,”

“What can we do?” John posed the question as though stopping you from getting married wasn’t a big deal.

It was.

“John-”

“She’s not our girl anymore, Johnny,” John stated firmly, not backing down from his viewpoint as Johnny uttered a string of Gaelic curse words under his breath.

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” the Scotsman finally snapped; lashing out at Johns dismissiveness to the situation.

“Johnny-” Simon spoke, his tone low and warning as Johns continued his outburst.

“If she knew the truth, she’d still be here with us,”

“But she doesn’t and she can’t,” John argued back, rising from his chair, fury burning in his blue eyes, “That’s the end of the matter, Sargent,”

Before Johnny could say anything else he felt Simon’s large hand on his shoulder, slowly guiding him out of the room; leaving Kyle and John in the office.

“John-”

“Kyle,” John sighed, “Just don’t,”

His tone was no longer angry but simply defeated, as he sat back in his chair.

He knew what Kyle was going to say.

It was the same thing that he’d been saying since you’d left.

But much to his surprise the words that left Kyle’s mouth caught John completely off guard, “At least she’s happy, she deserves that...”

That was all he said before leaving John in his office alone.

At least she’s happy.

Those words made something twist inside John, unable to stop the little voice in his mind from continually saying “she should be happy with us,”

And you were.

All of you were so happy together.

Before everything changed.

He wished he could’ve explained to you what had happened.

How they did what they did to protect you.

But he couldn’t.

He wouldn’t.

He swore to himself that he never would; that he would let you live your life however you wanted to, without interfering.

But the more he thought of you marrying someone, the more it made his heart ache, mournful of the future you could’ve had with them.

And there was another feeling, one more primal than his aching heart.

You were marrying someone else; which meant that they’d probably kissed you, touched you, fucked you….

Someone else had touched what was theirs…and that made the Captain of the 141 enraged.

Johnny was right; his answer of “she’s not our girl anymore” was complete bullshit; no matter how hard he tried to force himself into believing it, he couldn’t.

Not really.

Not completely.

Leaving the Captain at the impasse in his office…the logical thing to do was to let you live your life in peace; but the more irrational part of Johns brain wanted nothing more than to do exactly what Johnny had suggested and stop this wedding from happening.

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teletubbyinlipstick · 10 months ago

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Hybrid!Poly TF141 x Reader Rambles

Once again, I'm unsure what to say. I get high, I get horny for these men, and then I hallucinate scenarios with said men. Please enjoy, please feel free to send in anything about these boys! Requests are open! I really like this idea, and I might continue to add on to it. https://www.tumblr.com/teletubbyinlipstick/760241391145238528/more-hybridpoly-tf141-x-reader-pleaaasseeeee?source=share heres the second part!

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OwlHybridAU!

Captain Price has big wings. When spread, they're just shy of 28 ft. A beautiful array of ash and brindle the feathers are easily the length of your arm. He keeps them tucked nicely, looking smaller than they are. On the field, if it ever comes down to it and he needs his wings, the look on enemies' faces when they spread is, in Soaps words,"so fuckin hot."

No one disagrees.

Johnny's wings are a bit smaller, around 23ft they're a deep honey brown. In the light, in-between the feathers, an indigo blue shines just slightly. His are more pointy at the end, a ripple effect used for disguising. Simon loves nothing more than to preen him.

Usually it ends with Johnny face down, high whimpers in his throat.

Speaking of Simon, he has the biggest wings in TF141 at 30ft. They're midnight black with streaks of white. When he's moving fast, they look almost like lightning across a black sky. His second layer of feathers is a dark gray. It's hard to notice the difference, but once you do, it's harder not to notice. He's intimidating. He knows.

It's his kink.

Gaz has the prettiest wings, 20.5 feet, and the sweetest cocoa color. He has dirty blonde undertones that fade into pure auburn. His feathers get ruffled a little easily, and the boys love teasing him for it.

It's a group effort to preen his wings.

Now theres you, new to the group, younger than them at early-mid twenties. Assigned as a mate for the boys by the government in hopes of reproducing strong genes. You're a sweet little thing, lithe with a pudgy tummy. Your wings are only 15ft. And very fluffy, a gorgeous cream with strawberry blonde highlights. The edges appear light tawny.

You're very beautiful. And the boys fall in love almost immediately upon receiving your file. They nest for you, soft blankets and pillows and sweatshirts placed in the rec room for a cozy habitat. They're keen to meet you, forgoing preening their feathers the night before in hopes of pack bonding tomorrow with you.

So imagine when you end up being the most reclusive, quiet church mouse they've ever met. You speak maybe 3 sentences in total at the meeting. You were quick to bat Johnny's hand away when he reached for your shoulder for a friendly pat. Feathers ruffling just slightly.

They backed off.

Simon stood quiet the whole time, eyes zeroed in on you. Assessing.

They showed you the loft to your room. Simon kept a polite distance, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. Gaz and Johnny were waiting for Price to make the first move and let you know about the nest they had secured for you in the rec area. But when you politely and quickly excused yourself and darted inside, closing the door with the resounding click. They realized you weren't going to the nest. Nor were you going to the rec room in general.

They slept in their shared king bed. The nest left cold and barren. Tears were wiped from Gaz's eyes, sweet cooing coming from the bed as the boys sought solstice for each other.

No one dried your tears, and you stayed curled in the corner of your bed. Scared. Alone. And unsure what the future will bring.

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strrykais · 3 months ago

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stray kids ot8 poly texts 𐙚

some say accidents are a blessing in disguise, others say accidents are just that: accidents. but what your loving boyfriends tell you, puts your heart at ease but your mind cant help but wonder, who is the father??

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lani-heart · 2 years ago

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CIRCUS || ATEEZ ot8 || masterlist

genre(s) -> angst, fluff, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> ateez ot8 x reader warning(s) -> abuse, eating disorder, mentions of mental / physical health, cursing, smut, explicit language / scenes, etc.

abstract -> forced to adopt a hybrid becomes harder than the reader anticipated. in which she'll encounter eight troubled and challenging hybrids to take care of. will she be able to handle it?

-> uploading will start on december 04. 2023

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saving a panther and a fox chapter 00. -> adoption center chapter 01. -> rehabilitation chapter 02. -> hybrid activist side story -> admiration side story -> mine ( 18+ ) side story -> abandoned side story -> pervert ( 18+ ) side story -> our pet ( 18+ )

saving a doberman chapter 03. -> drunk amnesia chapter 04. -> my angel side story -> learning side story -> corruption ( 18+ ) side story -> competition ( 18+) side story -> triggers

saving two tigers chapter 05. -> infiltration chapter 06. -> interviews chapter 07. -> crime scene chapter 08. -> black codes chapter 09. -> adapting to five hybrids side story -> protagisnist side story -> pampered side story -> frustration ( 18+ ) side story -> bet ( 18+) side story -> matz show ( 18+ ) side story -> treatment side story -> five hybrids

saving a wolf and a golden retriver chapter 10. -> trapping thieves chapter 11. -> fostering chapter 12. -> week of hell side story -> therapy side story -> insatiable ( 18+ ) chapter 13. -> case closed chapter 14. -> trouble chapter 15. -> beef or chicken side story -> outlier side story -> wet dreams ( 18+ ) side story -> kink unlocked ( 18+ ) side story -> switching roomates side story -> triggers prt.2

saving a bear chapter 16. -> reunions chapter 17. -> repaying debts side story -> maknae side story -> apples ( 18+ ) side story -> dynamics chapter 18. -> eight hybrids chapter 19. -> finale

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issybee06 · 2 months ago

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May I request poly relationship with Mark x reader x rex? Maybe the reader is also a superhero just like them?

Both? Both!

Rex x reader x Mark

I’ve never written for poly so this is going to be an experiment for all of us!

If you want smut, please request smut! I'll be happy to do a pt 2 if you want smut

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Im just telling you all, both of them DONT know how to share. Like, come on, only child Mark Grayson v. Rex who grew up in government care? When they both found out they both wanted you, they wanted to claw each other’s throats out with spoons.

In the very beginning, it was only built on opportunities to one-up the other. Who's gonna help you with training? Who's cooking dinner with you? Who's gonna patch you up? They were fighting over everything.

But for you…? They compromise.

They still are competing, of course, but they both understand that you are there for both of them.

“Hellooooo gorgeous.” Rex pops up behind you, giving you a wet audible kiss on the cheek. You groan before giggling, wiping it away, making Mark who was across the counter from you tighten his grip on the poor carton of milk until it almost popped.

He didn't get it, Rex was notoriously know for being a dick in relationships, why would you even play with the idea of being with Rex when Mark was sooooo much better.

He was just glad you haven't accepted Rexs flirting, playing it off as Rex being Rex. He was a better choice, he would treat you right, the way you should be. He just hadn't built up enough courage to actually ask you out yet.

Rex was draped over you, blabbing and curling your pretty hair around his finger. It was like Rex already owned you, like the cat and mouse game was already won.

Mark stood up angrily and left the room, making Rex smirk, and stomped down the hall.

He needed to hit something.

“You are really bad at hiding things superboy…”

Punch

“Like seriously man, whats with you and going after my prtners? First Eve now-”

Punch

Crack

“…(Y/n) not your partner.” Mark bit out, huffing as he analysis the crack in the wall where the punching bag hit it a little too hard.

“Not yet, I'm working on it. You can't rush art.”

Mark wanted to kill him.

“(y/n) not some…some…fucking-! UGH! You can't just treat people like shit dude!” Mark stalked over to him, getting in his smirking face-WHY THE FUCK WAS HE STILL SMIRKING?!”

“Ohhhh you like like them… that's cute Mark, super cute. It's like you slapped “Inexperienced Virgin!” on your forehead and started reciting love poems.”

Mark huffed in his face, red from anger and embarrassment, “the fuck does that mean?”

“It meansssss you're out of your league bro. this isn't elementary school, and crying and getting a hissy fit over this isn't gonna make (Y/n) want you. Its sad.”

Mark's eye twitched, and he swallowed down his anger. He knew he wasn't as experienced as Rex or you were, you being a 2 year college student already and Rex being…well, Rex. Mark had barely had a make-out session, if you could call it that.

He blushed, turning back to continue hitting the punching bag.

“(Y/n) deserves better then you.”

“Probably,” he smirked, “but I don't see them taken, so…”

He shrugged, walking away, “ill send you an invite to the wedding~”

Mark was going to kill him.

You were a nerd, of course you were, and Rex wanted to jump out a window when he saw you and Mark laughing and talking about science dog…? Séance…? Who the fuck know.

One hand on his knee as you lean over, pointing to a panel innocently, and Rex is ready to blow up the living room just to get you away from pretty boy Grayson. Like seriously, why would you like Mark who hasn't even seen a boob in real life since he was a baby?!

Rex huffs into his mug, pouting as your heavenly giggle sounds and echoes in his brain like a church chior, only for it to sound like nails on a chalkboard when Mark peaks over his shoulder and smugly looks at Rex.

The little shit.

He might just have to stage a disappearance, Nolan and Debbie would get over their son being gone eventually, he just needed Mark fucking away from you.

Like seriously, couldn’t Mark just be happy with Eve? She liked him, can’t he just fucking dip and screw her?! Why is he here, are Guardians HQ, HE DOESNT EVEN FUCKING LIVE HERE!

Rex might just break the handle of the mug off and thrust it into his eye socket if he hears Marks shitty flirting one more time.

“Okay, pretty boy, you earned a point.”

“Point? The fuck-”

Rex glared, watching him bench-press the weight of a ducking tank like it was as light as a pillow, “yeah, we're tied now.”

Mark grunts, and locks the machine to sit up, “I didn't know this was a competition.”

Rex crosses his arms, scoffing as Mark wipes his sweaty face with a towel, “of fucking course its a competition, Space ranger, we both want her-”

“Exactly.” Mark cuts him off, ears pink. He huffs, dark eyes turning to Rex. He sighed, running a hand through his inky strands before tugging, “its painfully obvious we both want her…”

“Yeah…and? Its not like we can shareeeohhhhh. Oh. Oh.” and Rex begins to connect the dots, of course pretty boy Grayson swung both ways…

He smirks, thinking before walking over and sitting on the bench next to him.

“I think we can come to a sort of an agreement, Grayson.”

“You guys…want to share me?”

They were in your room, both boys nodding and eyes staring at you as the pout.

“Hey, the other plan was to fight yo the death so-”

“No, no…no. No need…i guess we could try it out?”

Rex is the first one on you, grabbing your face and slamming his lips on your and making you squeek.

“Fuck…I've wanted to do that since we first met.”

Mark blushes, out if his element as he watches two of the hottest people he's ever met make out sloppily. He swallows, not knowing what to do, were to put his hands.

He's debating on just coming back later until you break the kiss with Rex and tug him down to slot his lips on yours.

He tenses, eyes wide, but than relaxes and moans softly into your lips as his hand rises to your cheek.

Rex grins, latching his mouth to your neck. You gasp, Mark whimpers and chases your lips before grabbing both sides of your face and forcing his tounge down your throat.

Hands reaches and pops the button of your jean before bullying his hand into your pants, Rexs hand, and your brain turns off.

You shuttered, head falling to Marks shoulder as Rex begins to work you, Mark mumbling sweet things in your ear as his hands move under your shirt.

Fuck what people say, Two is definitely better than one.

#invincible #invincible show #invincible x reader #mark grayson #mark grayson x reader #rex sloan #rex sloan x reader #rex splode x reader #rex splode #mark graryson fanfic #loser mark grayson #mark x reader x Rex

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moonstruckme · 10 months ago

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i loove the way you characterize the marauders! is there any chance i can request a drabble of protective! marauders when their s/o wears something very revealing to like a girls night out 🙈

Thanks for requesting lovely!

cw: alcohol, men (the ones who aren't our loverboys)

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 843 words

Although he doesn’t think of himself as the confrontational type, Remus has no qualms at all with letting his stare bore relentlessly into the man standing against the wall. It takes a minute for the bloke to feel it, but when he looks away from you and catches Remus’ eye, he decides to ogle his drink instead.

“Fuck,” Sirius sighs, longing woven into the threads of his voice, “that skirt is right dangerous.”

James hums emphatically, both of their eyes glued to where you’re off dancing with your friends.

When you’d pulled it on earlier and your boyfriends’ tongues had just about fallen out of their mouths, you’d described it as a “low rise miniskirt.” Remus thought it might more accurately be called a “strip of fabric.” He’s fairly sure you own headbands that are thicker than what you’re wearing now. Pairing it with one of your little tops had all but ensured James wouldn’t be getting a full, intelligent sentence out all night, and you’d covertly asked Remus to take your boyfriends to the bar for a drink when Sirius wouldn’t unstick his hands from you long enough to let you actually dance.

“She’s alright,” Remus says, turning his stare on another man eye-fucking you from near them at the bar. “She knows how to take care of herself.”

(And you do, though he doubts you’d mind him offering you a bit of help.)

“I meant for me.” Sirius’ expression is theatrically pained. He looks like he couldn’t rip his eyes away from you if he tried. “Look, you both know I don’t like to get too steamy in public—” James snorts, and Remus coughs into his drink “—but if one of you doesn’t kiss me passionately within the next few minutes, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself from dragging all three of you straight home.”

“I thought Moony was supposed to be the one with the irresistible urges,” James jokes. Sirius doesn’t seem to hear the joke, but Remus accepts the quick cheek peck James offers him in recompense. “Hang on, I’ll snog you in a bit. Angel!”

He waves his hand until you look over, gesturing for you to come to the bar. If you’re disappointed to be taken away from your girlfriends you don’t show it, though Remus thinks you might be the sort of tipsy where you’re happy with just about everything regardless. You’re beaming as you make your way over to them.

“Hey, lovie,” James says. He kisses your cheek while his fingers find the hem of your skirt, giving it a firm tug so it covers more of your ass. Sirius watches its descent with torment in his eyes. “Do you want another drink?”

Your smile goes crooked. Remus thinks you’re trying to be sly, which is just fucking adorable. “You’re gonna get one for me?” you ask, batting your eyelashes at James.

James grins back at you just as contentedly. “If you want,” he agrees, grasping the fabric of your top to shimmy it up an inch. “Another dirty shirley?”

“Please.” You peck him on the lips.

While James turns to speak to the bartender, Sirius steals you away. He takes your hips in both hands, manhandling you closer until he can wrap his arms around your waist and drop his chin on your shoulder. You look happy to be manhandled.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” Sirius laments, putting his lips to your skin so his voice is a mournful mumble. You bring up a hand to pet his hair, and the look you give Remus says that you do know, actually. “I think we ought to go home.”

You appear unsurprised at this request. You turn your head to reply, “I’m having fun, though. Aren’t you?”

“I was,” Sirius groans. “Let me come back out there with you, please? I promise to behave this time.”

You hum thoughtfully, sending Remus a playful look. “I don’t know. Do you think he can manage it?”

Remus suppresses a smile. Sirius does love to dance, but Remus knows he sees dancing with you as an opportunity to prove to onlookers that you’re taken as much as it is a chance to grope you himself. And with the mood his last few cocktails have put him in, Remus wouldn’t be surprised if “dancing” turned into a very public makeout session in record time.

“Doubtful,” Remus says, impervious to Sirius’ pout, “but why rob us all of the show.”

Sirius’ grin spreads like a sunrise.

“Alright,” you say as James hands you your drink. “Ready?”

Sirius agrees enthusiastically, and you start back towards the dance floor, shouting a quick “Thanks, Jamie!” over your shoulder as you lift your drink above the crowd.

“Think we ought to worry about her taking that out there?” James cranes his neck to keep track of you. “You know, uncovered and all?”

“No,” Remus says placidly as Sirius snaps at a bloke who happens to glance at your drink as it goes by. “He’s got her just fine.”

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ateezscupid · 4 months ago

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─── THREE'S A CROWD ♡

SUMMARY / Just two doms competing on who can make their sub feel good.

warnings ✩ SMUT, FLUFF, threesome (ffm), dom!wooyoung, dom!natty, sub!fem reader, poly au, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f), choking, praise, pet names (angel, princess), overstimulation, spanking

word count ✩ 3,01k

tags ✩ @desirehorizon @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @lezleeferguson-120 @hwallazia

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST

NOTE !! my first female idol x male idol x reader, tehe

"Angel," Natty lifted your chin, playfully biting her lip. "Cmon, you can keep your eyes open, right?"

You blushed, a mix of arousal and embarrassment flushing your cheeks. You nodded, eyes fluttering open to meet hers. She was so close, so beautiful, her breath warm against your skin. You felt like you were melting under her gaze.

You felt Wooyoung's arm snake around your waist, his hand clamping down on one of your breasts. He pinched your nipple through the fabric of your shirt, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. His other hand reached up to gently trace the line of your neck, his touch like electricity.

"You want us to touch you?" Natty's voice was a soft purr, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she took a step closer. "You want both of us to make you feel good?"

"Please…" you whimper. Wooyoung chuckled darkly at the sound of your voice, the desperation in your tone making him even more eager to hear you beg. Natty's eyes sparked with excitement as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear.

"Look at her, she's already so fucked out and we haven't even done anything yet." Wooyoung's voice was gruff with desire, his hand squeezing your breast harder. You gasped, arching into his touch, unable to resist the exquisite pressure building within you.

Natty tugged your pants down and threw them aside, revealing your soaking wet panties. She smirked, her eyes hungrily raking over the sight before her. "Looks like someone's eager." With a swift motion, she ripped your underwear away, the fabric giving way to her strength. You felt the cool air hit your exposed folds, making you even wetter.

"Is our princess soaked?" Natty's smirk grew wider as she knelt before you, her nose inhaling the sweet scent of your arousal. "Let's see what we've got here," she murmured, her breath hot against your skin as she slid two fingers into your slick folds.

You hissed softly, grabbing onto Wooyoung's shoulders for balance as Natty's fingers began to explore your sensitive flesh. The dual sensation of Natty's fingers and Wooyoung's hand on your nipple was almost too much to handle. Your body trembled with anticipation, your legs threatening to give out.

"Mmm, god, you're so hot." Wooyoung whispered in your ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. You felt his hand slide down to the button of your shirt, deftly unbuttoning it. His touch was like fire, leaving trails of heat wherever he went.

"You're so tight around my fingers." Natty's voice was a seductive whisper as she stroked you, her thumb circling your clit with just the right amount of pressure. You moaned, your legs spreading wider to give her better access, your knees buckling slightly. Wooyoung's grip on your waist tightened, keeping you upright.

Wooyoung's hand left your breast, making you whine with need. But before you could protest, he wrapped a hand around your neck and tilted your head back, pressing your hips against him. You could feel his erection straining against his pants, and a thrill shot through you at the knowledge of his desire. His hands found your new bare skin, his palms flattening against your stomach before sliding up to cup your breasts.

"Look at me," Natty's voice was firm, yet gentle. You met her eyes again, the hunger in them making your core clench around her fingers. She pumped them in and out of you steadily, her thumb flicking your clit in a rhythm that made your eyes roll back. "You're gonna come for us, aren't you?"

You nod, whimpering out your answer. Wooyoung tightened his hand around your neck, the grip firm but not painful. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. You could feel your orgasm building, your muscles tightening around Natty's fingers as she continued to manipulate your clit.

The room was filled with the sounds of your breathing, the slick sound of Natty's fingers moving in and out of you, and the rough hold of Wooyoung's hand around your neck. The scent of arousal and the faint smell of leather filled the air, adding to the intensity of the moment.

" 'm gonna come," you breathed out, your voice trembling with the effort of speaking. Natty's eyes lit up at your confession, a smug smile playing on her lips. She added a third finger, stretching you more, and increased the speed of her strokes. You could feel yourself climbing higher and higher, your body responding eagerly to her skilled touch.

"You're so close, aren't you?" Wooyoung's voice was a low, dark growl that sent shivers down your spine. He leaned in, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "Use your words and tell us, baby." His hand squeezed your breast, his thumb rolling over the sensitive peak, sending a bolt of pleasure to your already overstimulated clit.

"She's so cute," Natty giggles, her fingers curling deeper inside you, hitting that spot that makes your legs wobble.

"F-Fuck-!" you cry out, your eyes widening as Natty's fingers hit that spot again, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your muscles tightening around her invading digits. "Fuck, please, I-I need-"

"You need what?" Wooyoung's voice was a low, demanding growl, his thumb pressing into your neck just a little harder. "Tell us, baby. What do you need?"

"More," you gasped, the word barely leaving your lips before Natty's fingers curled inside you, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. You felt the pressure in your belly coil tighter and tighter, like a spring about to snap. "I need more," you panted.

Natty smiles and leans down, keeping eye contact with you as her lips wrapped around your clit. The sensation of her hot, wet mouth combined with the relentless pumping of her fingers was almost too much for you to handle. You try to hold back, but the orgasm is building like a crescendo inside of you, threatening to spill over.

Wooyoung's hand slides down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze, his nails digging in just enough to sting. "You want more?" he asks, his voice low and rough. "Ask for it."

You nod, unable to form coherent words as Natty's tongue swirls around your clit, her teeth grazing it gently. "Please," you moan, your voice hoarse and needy. "M-More, I n-need more."

Wooyoung's hand moves from your neck to the base of your skull, his fingers tangling in your hair. He pulls gently, using his other hand to push your leg to the side to give Natty better access. "You heard her," he says to Natty, his voice full of approval. "Give her what she needs."

Natty's eyes never leave yours as she adds a fourth finger, stretching you even more, her tongue lapping at your clit with a fervor that steals your breath away. The pressure builds until you can't take it anymore, and you explode into orgasm. Your knees buckle, but Wooyoung holds you firmly in place, his hand still in your hair, keeping your eyes on Natty as she continues to lick and suck, riding out your climax with expert precision.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmy-" you scream in pleasure, the sound echoing through the room as your body convulses around Natty's fingers. She keeps her rhythm, pushing you through the peak of your orgasm and into the blissful aftershocks. Wooyoung's grip on your hair tightens slightly, his own need reflected in the tension of his body against yours.

As the last tremor subsides, Natty withdraws her fingers, bringing them to her mouth to taste your sweetness. She smirks at your dazed expression, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Looks like we have a winner," she says, standing up. Wooyoung releases your hair and steps back, allowing you to catch your breath.

"You only think you've won because I haven't gotten my turn." Wooyoung pouted playfully, his eyes dark with hunger. "Besides, Natty, you know I always make it rain."

"Ew, that was corny never ever say that again!" Natty laughs, swatting Wooyoung playfully on the shoulder. "But you're right, it's your turn to show off now," she says, stepping back with a wink.

You were still reeling from Natty's expert touch when you felt Wooyoung's hand slide down to the front of your shirt, deftly popping open the remaining buttons. Your breasts spilled out, the cool air making your nipples tighten even further. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "Now, let's see if I can make you scream louder than that."

He grabbed you as gently as he could, bending you over. Your breasts dangled just out of reach of the cool air, bouncing slightly as he positioned himself behind you. You could feel the tip of his cock press against your still-quivering folds, a promise of what was to come. You took a deep breath, preparing for his entry, when Natty's voice stopped him.

"Let me get a good look first," Natty said, her eyes glinting with excitement. Wooyoung chuckled, his hand moving to stroke your back as Natty stepped around to stand in front of you. She leaned down, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw. "Look at me," she whispered, and you did, your eyes locking onto hers. She leaned in and kissed you deeply, her tongue exploring your mouth, tasting you in a way that made your toes curl.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes at Natty's playfulness but couldn't resist the urge to watch you both. His hand remained on your back, his fingers digging in slightly as he waited for Natty to finish her exploration. He could feel the wetness of your desire against the head of his cock, the anticipation driving him wild.

Natty finally broke the kiss, giving Wooyoung the green light. He positioned himself, his tip parting your folds, and with one swift thrust, he was inside you. You gasped, the sudden fullness making your eyes water, but the pleasure quickly overtook any discomfort. He was thick and long, filling you up in a way that made you feel utterly claimed.

"I know, he's so big." Natty's voice was a smug murmur in your ear, her hand resting on your hip, feeling the way your body stretched around Wooyoung. "But you can take it, can't you, angel?"

You nodded, the pressure from his cock making your walls clench around him. He began to move, slow and deep, his hips rolling into you as he filled you completely. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, Natty's fingers digging into your hip as she watched with greedy eyes.

"That's it," Wooyoung murmured, his hand sliding down to your ass, giving it a firm slap. The sudden sting made your pussy spasm around him, and he chuckled, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "You like that, don't you?"

You nodded, the pain mixing with the pleasure, sending your senses spiraling. Natty leaned in, her breath warm against your cheek. "You're doing so well," she whispered, her voice dripping with approval. "So fucking good."

"Mmm," you whimpered, your voice muffled by the fabric of the shirt you had buried your face into. "Ssso deep…"

Wooyoung's thrusts grew deeper and faster, his hand on your hip guiding you to meet him halfway. The sound of your skin slapping against his filled the room, punctuated by your moans and gasps. You felt Natty's hand move to your clit, her fingers lightly circling it, teasing and tormenting you as Wooyoung claimed your body from behind.

"You're going to come for me, aren't you?" Wooyoung's voice was a demand, his teeth grazing your ear as he picked up the pace. You could feel his muscles tensing, his breath coming in harsh pants as he neared his own climax.

"Use your words, princess." Natty's voice was a teasing whisper as she watched Wooyoung's hand slide down to your clit, her fingers joining the dance, pressing and rubbing in a rhythm that had your body wound tight like a coil. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge again, the pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable.

"Does it even count if- fuck, you're playing with her too?" Wooyoung's words were cut short as Natty's fingers on your clit sent a new wave of pleasure through you, making you squirm under their combined touch.

"Oh, it counts," Natty said with a smirk, her eyes never leaving yours. "It's all about who can make her scream louder." She pinched your clit just right, and you couldn't help the high-pitched squeal that escaped your lips.

Wooyoung squints. "Fine. Challenge accepted." he pushed your torso down, pushing you further into the mattress and pounding into you harder. Each thrust was like a jolt of electricity, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Natty's fingers danced around your clit, matching the rhythm of Wooyoung's hips.

"Ahh, yes, yes," you moaned, your voice muffled by the pillow. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the wet sound of their combined efforts. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge again, your body tightening around Wooyoung's cock.

"You're so pretty, princess." Natty's voice was a sweet whisper in your ear, her breath warm against your cheek. She leaned down, her teeth capturing your earlobe and giving it a gentle tug. "Wooyoung's cock looks amazing inside you."

Wooyoung's grip tightened, his thrusts becoming more demanding. You could feel him getting closer, his movements more erratic as he chased his own release. "Come for us," he growled, his hand reaching around to cover Natty's, their fingers intertwining on your clit.

The combined pressure was too much, and you felt yourself teetering on the brink. "I-I'm gonna-" you gasped, unable to finish the sentence as your body gave in to the overwhelming pleasure. You screamed, the sound echoing off the walls, your eyes squeezed shut as Natty and Wooyoung pushed you over the edge again.

Wooyoung didn't stop, caressing your back as Natty's fingers moved rougher around your clit as Wooyoung's cock pounded into you from behind. Your orgasm washed over you, your pussy spasming around him, your juices coating his cock. He groaned, the vise-like grip of your muscles pushing him closer to the edge.

Natty's eyes narrowed, her hand moving away from your clit and sliding down to your throat. "Scream for us," she murmured, her grip tightening just enough to make you gasp. "Let us hear how much you love this."

Wooyoung's thrusts grew even more frantic, his breath hot and ragged against your neck. "That's it," he grunted, his hand joining Natty's around your throat, their fingers squeezing in unison. The dual sensation of their grips combined with the intense pleasure was like nothing you've ever felt before. "Shit, I'm gonna fuck you full."

The words sent you spiraling into another orgasm, your body bucking and writhing under the pressure of their hands and the fullness of his cock. Natty's grip tightened, cutting off your air supply for just a second before releasing, making your orgasm all the more intense. Your vision swam as stars danced before your eyes, your screams turning into gasps for air.

Wooyoung's movements grew erratic, his breath hitching as he chased his own release. "I'm gonna come," he growled, his hips slapping against your ass as he pumped into you. "So fucking close." His hand tightened on your neck, the pressure increasing slightly, and you felt his cock swell inside you.

Natty let go of your neck, pushing your hair out of your face. "Gonna be his pretty little cumdump?" she taunted, her eyes gleaming with excitement. The words sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, your pussy clenching around Wooyoung's cock.

"Fuck, y-yes," you managed to gasp out, your voice hoarse from your screams. Wooyoung's grip on your hip tightened as Natty's fingers on your clit became more insistent. The sensations were overwhelming, your body on the edge of oblivion for a third time.

With a final, powerful thrust, Wooyoung came, his cock pulsing deep inside you, filling you with his warmth. You felt your body respond, another orgasm ripping through you, your pussy clenching around him, milking him for every drop. Natty's fingers didn't stop their relentless motion, keeping you on edge even as your body quivered with the aftershocks.

"A-Ah, ah! F--Fuck, t-too much!" You panted, your body still convulsing around Wooyoung's cock as he emptied himself into you. Natty's fingers slowed, but didn't stop, her touch now gentle and soothing. You felt Wooyoung's chest heave against your back, his breathing labored and his body trembling slightly with the force of his climax.

"Good girl," Natty whispered, her voice soothing. "You did so well."

Wooyoung's cock finally slipped out of you with a wet sound, leaving you feeling empty and exposed. He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder. "You're perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.

"Now, time to clean you up! Cmon" Natty said, her voice filled with amusement. She grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from your forehead, her eyes sparkling with delight as she surveyed the mess they'd made of you. You felt a warm glow spread through your chest at the tender gesture, despite the exhaustion that weighed down your limbs.

" 'm hungry," you mumble, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Natty laughs, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Always thinking about your stomach, huh?" She helps you sit up, your legs wobbly from the intense session.

"I'll order pizza." Wooyoung smiles, his own breathing still heavy. He pulls out his phone, the room now filled with the mundane sound of a phone being unlocked.

"I love you guys s'much," you mumble, your eyes half-lidded and your voice a lazy drawl. The warmth from their touch and the aftermath of your climaxes had left you feeling like a well-used ragdoll, limp and utterly content.