#street racer!harry

[freedomfireflies]

Overdrive*

Summary: The one where it's 1969 and Harry likes to drive really, really fast.

Word Count: 5.5k

Content Warning: 18+, smut, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, exhibitionism, very brief daddy kink

Five.

The sound of revving engines echoes between the tall, city buildings. Loud enough to startle a nearby flock of birds on a telephone wire as they take off into the dark night to escape the lurid noise. 

Four.

The smell of burning rubber is everywhere. Tires screech against the pavement as the smoke dissipates into the warm summer air and the drivers prepare for that familiar white flag.

Three.

There’s a murmur amongst the crowd. The bets have been placed and the anticipation has set in. They pick their favorite driver, and they hope that somehow, they’ll be able to beat the unbeatable. 

Him.

Two.

You can see your little speed demon just up ahead as he waits patiently in front of the makeshift starting line. He seems relaxed. Confident. One hand is settled on the steering while the other is flipping the bird to the driver beside him. 

One.

The flag waves and the drivers take off. A streak of color flashes across the street as each of the five cars attempt to take their place ahead of the rest. But nobody can seem to get an edge on the black Lamborghini Miura already skidding around the first curve, effortlessly leaving them all behind.

You grin. It’s harder to see the cars now that they’re on the other side of the buildings, but you can hear them. You can hear his engine, specifically. You’d know the sound anywhere. After all, he spent weeks introducing you to the ins and outs of his favorite toy. Showing you exactly how to care for it, with those rough, practiced hands that also happen to care for you, too. 

You catch a glimpse of his vehicle just before it disappears past the drugstore. He shifts gears and accelerates, just before the blue Stingray to his right can gain on him. You hold your breath as both cars drift around the corner onto the next road and the crowd begins to cheer. 

Harry hasn’t lost a race in weeks. You don’t imagine he could lose if he tried. In fact, he could be blindfolded with no brake pedal and a faulty transmission and somehow, he’d still be miles ahead of the competition. 

It’s one of the things you love most about him. The way his eyes light up when he gets behind the wheel. The way the engine purrs in his hands and the way he can bend the road to his will. 

The Stingray veers to the right in order to get ahead of him, but Harry seems to anticipate this attempt. He cuts the other driver off just before he can speed up and your heart jumps into your throat. The only thing you don’t like about his racing is how careless he can be at times.

If you’re in the car, he takes the utmost care to make sure you’re safe. That you’re never put in harm’s way.

But when he’s alone, he’s in a whole other world of his making. He doesn’t consider the consequences or the repercussions. He doesn’t consider you. The way you’d feel if you lost him. 

And you trust his instincts, you do. But you can’t always say you enjoy the show. 

The Stingray slams on his brakes as Harry takes off and slides around the second to last corner. Tire marks are painted across the cement in his wake and the crowd cheers. 

Your stomach twists. He seems to be doing all right, although one of his fatal flaws is that it’s nearly imposable to tell how he’s feeling. He’s eerily stoic when he’s under pressure and perhaps that’s a good thing. 

But that doesn’t exactly help you now as he zigs and zags across the road before finally reaching the last turn that leads into the final stretch.

This is it. You hold your breath as you watch from the edge of the sidewalk, hands twisting in front of your chest as he races across the last few hundred feet. It’ll be close—the Stingray is gaining on him with each passing second—but Harry’s undeterred. He switches into a lower gear and the engine comes alive. Giving the car torque for those last few inches as he flies across the finish line. And the race is over.

The rest of the cars follow shortly after and the growing crowd of onlookers all swarm the street. They cheer and they holler, and they flock to the handsome driver now stepping out of his vehicle, desperate to congratulate him. But those soft green eyes only search for you. 

When he finally finds you squished between the horde of admirers, he grins, and begins to push his way through to you.

The moment you meet, he picks you up, hugs you to his chest, and spins you around. And you squeal giddily, happy to be back in his embrace as you wrap your arms around his neck and hold on for dear life.

“My little lucky clover,” he whispers proudly. “What did I tell you, hm?”

The nickname makes your insides grow warm. He’s called you his lucky clover ever since that first race when the two of you met. He claimed he only won because he saw you standing there watching and was desperate to impress you. And that every race he’s won since has been because of you and your charming presence. 

You aren’t so sure you believe him, but you have to admit it sounds pretty on his tongue.

You laugh as he puts you back down. “I know, I know,” you finally concede. “You were right.”

“Mhm.” He smirks—cocky—before he’s surging forward to kiss you. Soft and slow and with a desire that almost feels scandalous for such a public place. “I always am.”

His tongue brushes against yours while his hand splays across your lower back to tug your body to his and the crowd cheers as you giggle. But you don’t fight the way he loves you. Instead, you cling to his shirt and allow him to take what he wants.

When he finally allows you a moment to breathe, you gaze at him curiously. “How fast were you going?”

“120 on the main stretch. 80 on the curves,” he says, then chuckles at the way you frown. “M’fine, Clover. I promise.”

“You agreed nothing over 100,” you remind him.

“Yeah, but I needed to win.”

“No, you don’t need to win. You need to stay alive.”

“Well, why can’t I do both?”

Unamused, you huff, and lightly slap at his stomach. “Not funny, H.”

However, he merely laughs aagain and pulls you back between his arms. “Come on, sweetheart,” he says softly. “You know I’d never die on you. I’d miss you too much.”

“Let’s hope so.” You push up onto your toes to bring your lips to his once more. “Cause if you die on me…I’ll kill you.”

His smile is smug as he kisses you hard before he leads you back to his car. The large mass follows, anxious to ask him questions or offer their praise. And he listens to dutifully, perching himself on his hood while pulling you between his legs. 

It’s the same after every race. The other drivers try to tease him while his growing group of fans are desperate to be noticed by him. He might not be inherently famous, but he is to this crowd. They love a lot of things about him. His skill, his confidence, his looks. 

And you can’t exactly blame them.

It’s impossible to tell if you want to be him or be with him. You imagine for most people, it’s both. He has a sort of relaxed assurance that seems to make everyone else around him comfortable. And there’s a mystery about him. An intrigue to know more about the man behind the wheel. About who he is outside of these races. What he’s really like. 

He slings an arm around your shoulder and pulls you back into his chest. He talks to the driver of the Stingray and they exchange comments about the almost collision that makes your stomach turn. But when he notices, he presses a quick kiss to your temple and changes the subject. 

However, the rowdy celebration is cut rather short by the sound of sirens as two police cars come slinging around the side of a building with their lights flashing and their microphones on.

Everybody scatters, a collection of wild cheers and hollering voices as the officers step out of their vehicles in order to round up the crowd and instruct everyone to return home.

But Harry is unfazed as he pats your hip and nods his chin up. He’s rather good at his getaway now. After all, you imagine he’d have to be with all the times the police have broken up these races. 

And he’s only been caught once.

You slip inside just as he starts the engine. The radio comes alive, the sound of Jimi Hendrix enough to rival the roar of the motor as places one hand on the back of your seat in order to look behind him before he speeds away from the scene, hangs a sharp left, and takes off down the adjoining road. 

The sound of sirens follow. There’s a cop car on the next street over, attempting to chase after him as Harry weaves in and out between the scarce traffic. He’s good—incredibly good—but they haven’t given up yet. 

They cross over and skid behind him. They’re getting closer and the red and blue lights are bright in the rearview mirror. Still, Harry is calm. Simply shifting gears with ease as the car accelerates and offers a bit more distance before he takes a last-minute right in order to shake them.

The force of the turn slings you against the side of the door and you huff as Harry shoots you a cheeky grin.

“Sorry, baby,” he calls over the music. “You all right?”

With a grimace, you nod and say, “Mhm. Just great.”

He winks before he’s blowing through one red light and then another. Somehow missing the few cars currently crossing the street while the police are forced to slam on their brakes as somebody passes. And once they lose sight of him, he veers into an old, abandoned alley to hide.

Seconds pass before they finally fly by. Oblivious to his plan as they head further into town while Harry takes another right and disappears from the city.

He cheers victoriously and rolls down the windows and you laugh as you gaze at him. Entranced by the way he nods his head to the music as a gentle, summer breeze blows through his curls. 

Freedom tastes better with him. Life is better with him. His hand on your thigh, squeezing, while he sings along to Jimi Hendrix and grins at the open stretch of road ahead of him.

You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else and he seems to bask in your admiration before he finally looks over.

“What do you say, Clover?” he says with a wicked gleam in his eye. “Wanna see what a hundred feels like?”

A bit hesitant, yet wildly curious, you nod. 

He reaches for your hand in order to help you across the car, and you crawl over the console until you can settle onto his lap. Once you’re snug over his thighs, his arms slip beside your middle to keep you safe while he holds onto the steering wheel, and you scoot back into his chest for support. 

And it feels good. Comfortable. Even though the car is going faster and faster with each passing second, you feel protected. You know he’d never let anything happen to you. And there’s hardly any danger out here, along the old, backroads away from the city and traffic.  

The needle on the dash rises higher and higher. 70…80…90. Harry’s grinning against your cheek as the wind dances across your skin. The moon is bright in the sky, illuminating the road even without headlights and it’s exhilarating. Limitless.

“How’s that, hm?” he whispers. He kisses your jaw before dropping his foot against the gas. “You sure you’re ready, sweetheart?”

You nod quickly and brace yourself in his hold. “Mhm.”

The car reaches 100 and it feels like flying. You laugh, giddy, and he grins. The straight stretch of empty street might as well be a runway and the faster you go, the lighter you feel. As though the tires will simply lift off the ground and carry you into the sky. 

He shifts gears and the car jolts forward as the needle jumps to 110. You gasp and squirm excitedly over his lap before he suddenly groans. The sound is low and strained and you recognize the lustful cadence almost immediately.

Amused, you bite the inside of your cheek. “You okay, H?”

He takes one hand from the wheel and places it on your thigh. Squeezing it once. Pointedly. “Don’t stop.”

You don’t. You squirm again, settling into the feel of the hardening bulge beneath your ass and he makes another noise that goes straight to your cunt.

Your lashes flutter. The world blurs and your heart races. Perhaps you shouldn’t be doing this while you’re going so fast but Harry is calm. He trusts himself and you trust him.

The needle rises.

“Harry,” you whisper and his knuckles go white against the steering wheel. “Harry, please—”

“What?” His mouth rests against your cheek and you whine. “What, Clover? What do you need?”

He wants to make you say it. Wants to hear the words on your tongue and you swallow thickly as you intertwine your fingers with his. “H…”

“What, baby girl?” He nips at your skin with his teeth. “M’I making you nervous?”

You nod and he chuckles. A dark, sadistic sound.

“Do you want me to stop?”

There’s a quiet moment of hesitation before you eventually shake your head. Of course you don’t. How could you?

“No?” He squeezes your leg, touch slowly slipping beneath the fabric of your skirt. “Good girl.”

The car begins to go faster. 115…118…120. The same speed he reached during the race and even if you knew it was fast, this feels infinitely faster.  

You gasp and clutch his hand. Terrified and enthralled all in the same moment. And even if you shouldn’t be, you feel insanely aroused. Legs squeezing together as he subtly bucks up into you.

The music is loud and the wind is loud and the sound of your heart pulsing in your ears is loud. 

And then…the needle drops. The car slows. The speedometer goes from 120 to 50 in only a few seconds, and you blink curiously before glancing back at him.

He says nothing. His expression is firm but stoic and it’s not until he pulls off the road and into the dirt that you understand.

He turns the car off, then pats your hip. “Get out.”

You swallow again and swing the door open. Crawling off his lap before obediently trailing your way to the front of the vehicle while he follows.

“Bend over.”

You do. The hood is warm but not hot and it’s almost inviting as you place your hands against the covering to brace yourself in wait.

“Let me see.”

Your breath catches as you move your fingers to the delicate panties beneath your skirt. You pull them down your quivering thighs and the summer air makes you shiver. You feel nervous under his gaze. Under the way he owns you. But it’s thrilling. Addictive. And it leaves no room for questioning as you drop your underwear to your ankles in the middle of the open desert. 

You hear him step closer. Feel his hand on your hip as he pulls the fabric of your outfit up in order to get a proper look. But he’s quiet. Almost too quiet, and you feel a touch warm as you wait for his remark.

“Have you been this wet all night, Clover?” he finally asks.

You nod once. “…yes.”

“Mm.” Another pause while his other hand begins to trail up the back of your leg, slowly pulling it open. “And when were you planning to tell me?”

“I…I figured you already knew.”

He hums and you can only imagine his smirk. “Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“Is that what you were waiting for, then? For me to do something about it?”

“…yes.”

The tip of his finger drags its way through your folds and the sudden sensation makes you whimper.

“Then why didn’t you ask, sweetheart?” His tone is soft but condescending and you make another noise as you attempt to glance back at him. “Uh-uh. Eyes down, Clove.”

With a huff, you drop your chin to your chest and anxiously wait for more.

“Why didn’t you ask?” he repeats. “Thought I taught you better than that.”

 When your only answer is a needy mewl, he lands his palm against your ass in a sharp smack.

“Speak,” he murmurs. “When I ask you a question, I expect you to use your words and answer me. Is that understood?”

“Yes…yes, I’m sorry.”

“So why didn’t you ask?”

“Was…nervous,” you admit, glancing off into the dark night to hide the shame in your expression. “Didn’t want to bother you.”

He steps closer and his touch becomes gentler. “You were nervous, baby girl?”

“Mm. Knew you were busy and…and didn’t wanna be greedy.”

“Oh, my sweet girl,” he exhales before he’s grabbing onto the cheeks of your ass to pull you open. Allowing him an even better view of the way you drip. “Can always be greedy with me, you know that? Don’t have to be nervous. All I wanna do is take care of you. My time is yours.”

You release a stuttered breath before your eyes fall shut. You love the way he touches you. The way he cares for you. The way he humiliates you, even out here where nobody can see. 

“Look at you,” he whispers and you feel yourself clench around nothing. “Look at how pretty your little hole is when it’s so empty.”

The pad of his thumb brushes through your folds and he ignores the way you gasp his name.

“Think I should fix that?” he asks. “Think I should fill you up? Make it better?”

“Yes,” you pant. “Yes, please—”

“D’you need me to stretch you open? Hm? Play with your little cunny till you’re coming all over my cock?”

The dirty words inside his gentle voice feel criminal. Your mind turns to mush and you can do nothing more than press your chest into the hood as you excitedly wiggle our ass further into his hand.

He laughs, amused by your desperation in a way that only pushes you further toward the endless edge. “Is that a yes, Clover?”

You nod quickly. Your cheek rubbing against the car until you finally—finally—hear the sound of his belt flicking undone. 

The metal clink is music to your ears and you release a deep moan at the thought of the leather against your skin. Of his cock as it brushes against your clit, mindlessly teasing you past the point of no return.

“Easy,” he says. “Give me your hands, sweetheart.”

Slowly, you pull your arms behind you until he captures them in his hand. He wraps the length of the belt around your wrists until he can securely bind them to the small of your back, and once your mobility is gone, you simper.

“There you go,” he coos. “You okay, honey?”

Another nod. “Yes.”

“Gonna tell me if it’s too much, yeah? If I hurt you?”

“Yes…”

“Know it’s a tight fit, baby, but m’gonna make it work. Promise.”

And this vow makes your heart thumb against the inside of your chest before you feel him disappear from behind you.

And then…his tongue.

He’s dropped into a crouch in order to taste you, fingers locked around your wrists to keep you still while his lips suck on your pussy. 

“H,” you inhale, already undone by his technique. “I…”

He says nothing but the noise of wet licking echoes between your ears. His other hand pushes your leg away, creating more room for his head as he mouths at you. He flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue and you steel yourself against the hood, almost as though to get away.

“Careful,” he warns again. He smacks your thigh. “M’having so much fun. Don’t ruin it.”

And you try to be good. Try to stay still so he can do with you as he pleases. But it becomes increasingly harder when he nips at your cunt like he means to feast on you. 

Your fingers wiggle about the air, desperate to grab him. To clutch onto his curls or yank on his arm. But he keeps you restrained, keeps you compliant. And you are nothing but a toy for him to play with now.

You hear the sounds of the world around you. The crickets, the owls, the flock of birds flying overhead. You’re reminded yet again that anybody could drive by, even out here in the middle of nowhere. They could find you, bent over the hood of a Lamborghini as you get tongue fucked by the handsome man on his knees.

And yet…you don’t care. In fact, you almost hope somebody does pass. Because you know Harry wouldn’t stop even if they did. He’d keep going until you were unraveling in his hands as you whimpered his name.

As if to prove this, he adds a finger in beside his devious lips. “Gotta make sure you can take me,” he says in a low grunt. “S’too tight in here, Clove. Don’t think I’ll fit.”

You whine louder and angle your ass closer. Desperate to get his finger in as far as it’ll go. “I’ll take it,” you promise. “I will. Always do.”

“Always do,” he repeats in a soft chuckle. “That’s right, you do. Treat my cock right, don’t you, sweetheart?”

Nearly purring, you allow the subtle thrust of his hand to drag you closer to that blinding pleasure. 

“Do anything I ask. Even have my babies, wouldn’t you?”

The thought nearly does you in. Your tummy all swollen and full of him. Tits leaking milk that he’d eagerly lap up. The way he’d still treat your body like a temple. A prize to behold. Because you were carrying what he gave you. He fucked you so hard and so deep that you became a vessel for him. 

And even past that, you’ve always wanted to be a mother. Always wanted to start a family with him because you know he’d be a wonderful father. He’d take them to races and hold them on his shoulders so they could watch. He’d kiss all over their little cheeks and tuck them into bed. And your kids would know nothing but love. Because they’d look up to the two of you.

It makes you smile.

“What do you say, hm?” he whispers between kitten licks to your pussy. “You wanna have my babies? Wanna make me a daddy?”

He adds a second finger and begins to scissor them almost immediately until you cry out. Loud enough to startle a bird from a nearby branch and this proves to be answer enough for him.

“Okay,” he decides. “Okay, I’ll fuck your little pussy and get it all nice and full. Give you all I’ve got. And you’ll take it, won’t you? Hold it in your little belly like a good mama.”

You cum. Suddenly and without warning as the intensity of the orgasm explodes behind your eyelids like stars in the sky. You cum and you don’t get a chance to warn him or prepare or even hold off as you feel yourself drip down his hand. 

“God, H,” you moan. You sound pitiful. Voice hoarse from the way you’ve been wailing and arms sore from the way he keeps them behind you. Still, you don’t mind. The pain is pleasure in and of itself. “I…m’so…”

“Yeah.” He stands up and tugs his pants down. “I know, baby. I am, too.”

The tip of his cock drags through your soaked and sensitive pussy before he pushes in. He’s right, it is a tight fit. Even with the way you attempt to relax your muscles and draw him in. But it’s always snug with him and truth be told, you almost prefer it this way.

“There you go,” he breathes, dipping down to kiss your shoulder before drawing back his hips. “Just like that. Fucking hell, Clove, I wish you could see. Wish you could fucking see the way you look taking me right now.”

You wish you could, too. As it is, the feeling is enough to make your eyes roll back and send sparks of electricity up the length of your spine.

He keeps your wrists in his hand as he fucks into you. Sharp thrusts that sound sloppy and uncoordinated but feel like heaven. And there’s an urgency here. A desolate need to feel you unravel. He cares for you and he uses you all with the same technique. 

He grabs your leg and forces it up onto the hood. Giving him more room and a deeper angle just to hear you moan. And you hate that you can’t see him. Because you know how pretty he looks when he’s in control. His adrenaline high and his eyes alive with the possibilities of what he could do to you.

Instead, you choose to imagine. The way a few rogue curls must be sweeping across his forehead, unable to stay constrained beneath the sticky gel he likes to put in his hair. His chest is probably heaving, offering peeks of his tattoos beneath the white shirt clinging to his sweaty torso. His thighs will be flexing with each thrust. The muscles rippling in such a way that would surely make you drool. 

You understand why every woman you pass on the street tends to fawn over him. You know they’d do anything to take him home. Cook for him, clean for him, be good for him. Anything to earn his affection.

But you also know, his affection belongs to you. You’ve seen it, time and time again. He doesn’t even glance their way. He doesn’t notice when they giggle over him or when they try to call to him with their eyes. 

Because his eyes are always on you.

“You’re beautiful,” you hear him whisper. It’s soft—restrained. Almost as though he doesn’t mean for you to hear it. But you do and you nearly sink into the car in bliss. “Fucking hell, sweetheart. You’re perfect.”

A fervent heat rushes through your body from his praise and subsequently has you clenching around him. The feeling makes him groan and you’re proud of the way you can still care for him. Even if you can’t see him. Even if he’s the one with all the power.

“This sweet little pussy takes such good care of me,” he says and reaches around your tummy in order to press his palm against the subtle bulge there. “Every…fucking…time.”

You careen forward, cheek squished into the hood, skin dewy from the way your body shakes with pleasure. It’s always this close and somehow, he keeps you there. As though reminding you not to cum until he says so.

The hand on your stomach moves down until his fingers find your sensitive clit. He rubs and he plucks and he plays with your body with the same precision and skill he uses when he drives. Because no matter how much he loves to race, he loves you more. And winning you will always be infinitely better than winning some goddamn race.

“What do you say, hm?” he mumbles from behind you, rubbing the swollen nerves while pistoning his hips to yours. Dragging you closer and closer and closer. “You gonna cum for me? Gonna let me feel it?”

You nod and when you start to waver over that edge, he chuckles.

“Okay,” he agrees. “Okay, baby, cum.”

You do. Again. Harder this time. Louder. It’s almost cruel how easily your body breaks beneath him but before you can indulge in the feel of the way he follows…he’s pulling out. 

He guides you away from the hood and turns you both around. He sits in the spot you once were and he lets you see him. Because this is what you needed. The intimacy, the eye-contact. The beautiful look on his face.

He guides you closer with his hold on your bound wrists before pulling you onto his lap as best he can. He helps you place one leg back on the hood while his other hand moves to guide his cock between your overstimulated folds. Then, he brushes his swollen tip through, just to tease himself, before he’s pushing in.

And you can see him now. Can see the fucked-out expression on his face. The way his vision becomes hazy and his teeth grit together in ecstasy. 

You whimper, whine, cry out. You want to hold him. Want to wrap your arms around his neck and curl yourself into his beautiful, broad chest. 

But you can’t this time. In fact, he uses his grip on the belt to help roll you over his cock. A soft smile on his face as he whispers, “Just one more, sweetheart. Give me one more.”

He’s insatiable and greedy and you love it. Because you’d fuck yourself on his cock for the rest of time if you could. Even out here in the open.

“Wanna watch,” he whispers, then slips his other hand around the back of your neck to bring you down for a kiss. “Wanna watch the way I fill you all full of my babies.”

You make a rather pitiful noise against his mouth and he smirks. 

“You want that, too, don’t you, Clove?”

You nod, although you imagine it should be obvious. You’d do anything for him. 

“This little pussy was made to have my babies, wasn’t it?” he says and kisses the corner of your lips before moving down your neck. “Just made to be fucked by me. Perfect tummy to carry my kids. You’ll be so good, mama. Know you will.”

Your lashes flutter shut. The nickname breeds something new in your chest, a blossoming sort of urgency that almost makes it hard to breathe.

“Harry,” you plead. You nudge your nose against his temple. “Harry, please—”

“Shh.” His voice is soft. Still mischievous but kind. “I’ve got you. Yeah? M’right here. Just let me take care of you.”

And he does. He moves his hand from your neck to your shirt, slipping underneath until he can find your tits and give them a squeeze. 

“There you go,” he coos. “Oh, baby girl. Do anything for you, you know that? Just to keep you.”

He moves from your chest to your clit, and you know the second his fingers make contact, you’ll be gone. You squirm in anticipation, and he grins against your cheek before kissing you hard. Tongues and teeth colliding as he sucks on your lip and murmurs, “Can I cum in your pretty pussy, mama? Will you let me? Please?”

You nod so quick and so hard, your head aches. But it doesn’t matter because nothing else will ever compare to the feel of his hand on your body and his cock in your cunt. Releasing the warm, sticky offering that means infinitely more now than it did before.

He thrusts up into you a time or two, milking himself with your pussy before he drops back down and pulls you with him.

You’re both panting. Heavy, hard. Depleted of all energy as he holds you as close to his heart as he can.

Eventually, he frees you, tugging on the belt with one, easy pull as it comes loose from around your wrists. And the moment your arms are returned to you, you use them to grab onto his shoulders and bury yourself in his embrace.

He laughs. A delicate sound that makes you feel just as warm as his cock does. And you stay there for as long as you can until he finally nips at your earlobe and says, “Need to get you home, Clove. Don’t want you to get cold out here.”

“M’not cold,” you pout. “And we can’t leave until it works.”

“Until what works?”

You look down and he looks, too.

Then, he grins. A big, giddy grin that’s all teeth and dimples. “Oh,” he murmurs. “Can’t leave until you’re pregnant, huh?”

“Mhm.”

“I see.” He squeezes your hips and kisses your neck. “Gonna have to hold me in there, aren’t you? Keep me all snug?”

“Mhm.”

“All right, mama,” he says and you giggle. “We’ll stay until you’re all nice and pregnant. And then I’m gonna take you home and fuck you again. Just to make sure.”

Your stomach flips.

“S’that sound good, Clover?” he asks, and you bring your eyes to his in order to see him fully.

You smile.

“That sounds perfect, Daddy.”

For a more immersive experience, feel free to play All Along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix during the chase hehe

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THE PICK ME CHRONICLES WILL BE FINISHED IN FULL REGARDLESS!

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no synopsis, but i can offer: toxic exes au, street racing, using his rival as a means to make him jealous, he is insanely possessive.

okay, so maybe hooking up with a masked stranger wasn't the brightest idea. but you didn't expect him to actually blow your mind. unfortunately, the only clue as to who he is lies in the jacket he left behind. now, with the worn leather that still faintly smelled liked him in tow, you're on the hunt to find your prince charming...but you know what they say: if the jacket fits.

no synopsis, but i can offer: christmas au! flirty hyuck, friends to lovers, comedy(?)

after seven years, haechan still has a crush on you, but you seem to only have eyes for jeno, and haechan isn’t good at controlling his jealousy. (harry potter au)

no synopsis, but i can offer: incubus!jaemin

(SERIES)

according to your parents, it's all for the business. get married to the competitions son so the companies can merge, and business will be fruitful, and you'll be rich. easy, right? wrong. it'd be easier if the person you were marrying was someone you didn't know, but you knew jung jaehyun, in fact, you knew him a little too well, and you didn't particularly like him. though his bestfriend peaked your interest the first time you met... and the second time... and the third. (can change the pairing to dream members)

spend a summer at camp with nct dream as demigods, captured within five different stories

son of hermes!hyuck x daughter of athena!reader

son of ares!jeno x daughter of eros!reader

son of posiedon!renjun x daughter of aphrodite!reader

son of aphrodite!jaemin x daughter of hermes!reader

son of apollo!mark x daughter of hades!reader

THIS IS MY FAVORITE WIP!! after the tragic death of punk rock band PARASOCIALs leader, lee minhyung, the label is desperate to piece the teenage dream back together again. in an attempt to revive their chart breaking success, they've reached out to you - a rising star already signed to their sister label. but what happens when you realize they're nothing like the press paints them to be? has the band slipped too far out of the limelight for you to save them? GENRE ▸ angst, smut, rockstar!nct dream, band au, vocalist!renjun, guitarist!jeno, drummer!jaemin, vocalist & bassist!haechan

my one shot 'rule breaker' is a prequel to this series.

no synopsis, but i can offer: dysfunctional family vibes.

illegal street fighter jeno

graffiti artist renjun

street racer & addict haechan

thief mark

drug dealer jaemin

!!!!! VOTE HERE !!!!!

[sageandlily]

September 2023 Favourite Reads (Ateez edition)

🍁 Hi! September suprisingly ended quite fast and here are my fanfic recs that i have been spend reading for last month. I wish that both the stories and the writers (who are amazing, beautiful and talented!) gets more recognition and appreciation. Speaking of appreciation, i wanted to apologize to the writers for rarely engaging in the fic (reblog/comment) bcs quite frankly, i'm a bit shy to reaching out but started from now, i'll try my best to engage with you all😁🧡.

🍁Also if you have any fics recs or wanted to promote your own story then don't be shy to interact with this post (reblog/reply/whatever you want)!

(sorry for the grammar error, english is my 3rd language so sometimes my brain was a bit fuzzy on how some sentences supposed to be written😵‍💫)

The Crown Prince (San x reader) by @atxxzist

As a sucker for kingdom and fantasy story setting, this one immediately caught me by just the summary.

Room With A View (Yeosang x reader) by @stayteezdreams

This fic just radiates warmth and i wish somebody would throw me a letter in paper plane 🥹

Butterflies (🔞Mingi x reader) by @hwaslayer

This is just so homey and super cute. Also, i believe that Mingi in real life would act like that towards his daughter (if he decided to have one)

The Champion (San x reader) by @daybreakx

Ateez x Harry Potter fic?? please sign me up real quick! bcs without a blink, i'd read it. Also, slytherin San as triwizard champions?? pheww😮‍💨

Inception *on going* (🔞Poly!OT8 Ateez x reader) by @remedyx

I was so immersed by the story to the point that i created a moodboard for the worldbuilding. Any kingdom based story with dragon in it will always catch my attention quickly. Please check this one out!

Wonderwall *on going* (🔞Poly!OT8 Ateez x reader) by @atzfilm

The author is one of my fav ateez fanfic author here in tumblr so when i saw that they wrote a new story, i immediately check it out and ofc i'm in love with the way the story was written. Can't wait for the new chapter update! (also Soobin😭)

Siren's Spell *on going* (🔞Wooyoung x reader) by @spooo00oky

I accidentally found this fic in my for you page and i got hooked. I love how every character was written and how easy it is to get immersed in the worldbuilding. I love Wooyoung so much and i can't wait to see how their story continue

Project D (🔞Hongjoong x reader, Yunho x reader) by @setsugekka

If you like street racer, bad boy, rollercoater dynamic between reader and both men?? then please read this one. I have no words to describe it but it was sooo good! must read!

Stay (🔞Yeosang x reader) by @sorryimananti-romantic

Archer Yeosang?? princess reader?? count me in immediately!! i just love the dynamic between them. This fic genuinely made me feel a lot of emotions and now i wish i could encounter Yeosang while i'm out in the wood irl

Thank you for checking this post and i hope that i could make post like this every month until 2023 end. See you🧡

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics that involve racing of any kind as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

—Louis/Harry—

🏁 pray for some sweet simplicity by delsicle / @eeveelou

(E, 237k, motorcycle racing) an AU where motorcycle racing is the biggest sport in a heavily divided world, Louis is trying to take control of his own destiny, and Harry is in for more than he bargained for.

🏁 Something In The Distance (So Close You Can Almost Taste It) by magicalou

(T, 180k, F1) Louis is a Formula 1 driver for Scuderia Ferrari and Harry is a painter and sculptor, one of the most beloved from our time, and Louis's biggest pain in the ass.

🏁 The Finish Line (Is A Good Place For Us To Start) by LoadedGunn

(E, 121k, F1) The first thing Louis does is take him under his wing. From there it’s nine months of slow-burning romance, the past catching up to them, turning into the human puppy pile that is OT5 and a lot of feelings until, of course, reaching the finish line.

🏁 run away home by @hattalove

(E, 106k, horse racing) louis is a successful jockey down on his luck, struggling to get his life back on track after an injury. harry has a horse, a house fit for a prince, and a broken heart.

🏁 Counterbalance by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(E, 44k, motorcycle racing) Harry Styles loves two things: teaching ballet and racing motorcycles. Those two worlds collide when his greatest rival on the track, Louis “Tommo” Tomlinson brings his tiny siblings to Harry’s class.

🏁 My Saddle's Waiting by @realitybetterthanfiction

(E, 28k, street racing) When Harry finds himself in charge of Ford's installation at the Chicago Auto Show, there's already a lot on the line. Little does he know that a seemingly harmless bet on the fastest pony car might just up the stakes even more.

🏁 Ten Second Car by orphan_account

(E, 14k, street racing) AU in which Harry goes undercover to catch illegal street racers robbing rigs and instead falls in love with the bad guys brother. Based off of The Fast & The Furious (2001)

🏁 You Made A Slow Disaster Out Of Me by lzcatalina / @harryandlouisarehappilystrong

(E, 13k, street racing) Louis was the king of illegal street racing who rarely lost, Harry was the newcomer who beat him in the first race and nearly ran him over.

🏁 kings of the castle by orphan_account

(M, 4k, horse racing) harry is the son of architects who bet on horse races and louis is the prettiest jockey he might've ever seen in all his betting years.

—Rare Pairs—

🏁 Slow Me Down by @justonebreathx

(E, 55k, Niall/Harry) the one where Harry is a NASCAR driver down on his luck until he meets Niall and suddenly everything in his life is right again.

🏁 Trip And Fall On Me by @fluffypiecake

(M, 38k, Zayn/Harry) You don't do what you're told. Bend and break, bend and break.

🏁 (dressed in black) from head to toe by soundingawkward

(G, 3k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) nick hates the mud and the cold and all things about this stupid dirt bike rally, except for one muddy, grotty, dirt bike riding boy.

[kirnet]

my modern kotor au no one asked for:

set in and around las vegas, split between rival spice running mobs the revanchists and the mandalorians, the law of the republic, and encroaching group the sith

on top of leading the revanchists revan is also a undefeated street racer (motorcycle helmet = revan mask). they still cut malak's jaw off bc thats very sexy of them

canderous starts out as a mando thug but after having to survive on the run with revan for a bit he and the revanchists establish a working relationship once he takes over

atton is a cardshark / gas station employee trying to avoid detection after defecting from the revanchists

the ebon hawk is a fucked up volkswagon van. license plate EBNHAWK. it is ugly as shit.

T3 is a shih tzu and HK is revan's beloved doberman pinscher

mira is still a bounty hunter. she wears a lot of camo cargo pants

mission is just some kid that revan took a liking to and took under their wing. can't decide if zalbaar is a newfoundland or a full lumberjack human man

juhani is a member of revan's new crew after leaving the city goverment

carth is like. a cop or something. he would be. bastila might also start as one and then get pulled into the life. or she's some psychologist/social worker who is consulting after being entrusted with an amnesiac revan's care

disciple is a history grad student who recently moved into the area and started going to the casinos. actually an undercover republic agent trying to catch them in a sting operation. brianna is a spy sent in by atris, who's part of the city government

visas is a sith assassin thats causing problems for the revanchists and destabilizing them

bao dur. beloved mechanic. used to be part of the revanchist crew but he's since left and mostly spends his time living in the desert and defending the land from developers

goto is also there ig but everyone's too busy for that

kreia is completely unchanged and she still has the force. no one questions that she is the only one operating under star wars rules. she still wants the death of the force and no one understands what that means except for the exile who had a really bad spice trip and now has a harry du bois understanding that theyre in a fictional reality

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

🎵 Disco Elysium, pt. 1

6. "Oh, god, no..."

KIM KITSURAGI - "I'm sorry, Harry. I'm so sorry."

INLAND EMPIRE [Trivial: Success] - Forty-one, Precinct 41. A massive pit opens up in your stomach and the most terrible feeling comes over you.

ENDURANCE [Medium: Failure] - You feel like you're about to faint and fall off the swing. Your hands get clammy and the air tastes sour to breathe.

VOLITION [Trivial: Success] - No! Just nope. Say no to this, Harry.

"No, no..."

"OH MY GOD, IT'S MINE, I DROVE MY CAR INTO THE SEA????!?!?!?!?!!!??!!!!" (Proceed.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes, your car is in the sea. Face it so we can start dealing with this."

"No, I mean seriously, it's just a coincidence…"

"No, it's the street racer."

"OH MY GOD, IT'S MINE, I DROVE MY CAR INTO THE SEA????!?!?!?!?!!!??!!!!" (Proceed.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "There were never any street racers. It was always you. You drove your car in the sea."

"But Jacob Irw..."

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant just shakes his head.

"OH MY GOD, IT'S MINE, I DROVE MY CAR INTO THE SEA????!?!?!?!?!!!??!!!!" (Proceed.)

-1 Morale

KIM KITSURAGI - "I'm afraid so, yes. It looks like you started in front of the Whirling, jumped over the canal and then drove your vehicle in the sea right here."

"Maybe I was in pursuit of someone."

"How do we get it out?"

"I can still fix it."

"I want it to be Jacob Irw, not me."

"They're not gonna take me back after this, are they?"

"The badge, the gun -- and now THIS."

"Things were going so well, we were just whistling merrily..."

"Well, at least I can see what's in there now." (Conclude.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "Of whom?" The lieutenant looks sceptical. "I don't think so. If anything... you were probably drunk."

🎵Disco Elysium, pt. 2

2. "How do we get it out?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Detective," he says almost gently. "We *don't*. A rescue operation really isn't viable at this point."

2. "So it's just gonna *be* there like that?!"

KIM KITSURAGI - "I'm afraid it will have to *be* there like that for many years." He looks around. "Look at it -- parts of it might be salvageable, but overall this machine is a write-off."

2. "I can still fix it."

KIM KITSURAGI - "That is very unlikely," the lieutenant replies with a sigh. "All the electrics are toast. That goes for the electromagnetic steering and brake systems as well."

"You'd be *lucky* to find one undamaged component in there…" He shakes his head. "In a few months there will be nothing *but* rust left of this vehicle. It'll be cheaper to buy a new one…"

"Well, not *cheaper*. This motor carriage costs 40,000 reál... but in the long run it stills makes more sense to buy a new machine than try to refurbish this."

"I don't have that kind of money."

"People are gonna be angry at me, aren't they? In Precinct 41."

"THIS IS A DISASTER."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Let's face it, this is a substantial loss to your district's budget." He's avoiding your gaze now. "I mean, my station only has four other vehicles in addition to my Kineema..."

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - This was 20% of the station's vehicular budget?

3. "I want it to be Jacob Irw, not me."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Well, it isn't. It's you. I'm very sorry."

4. "They're not gonna take me back after this, are they?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "People are more valuable than machines." He's trying to cheer you up now. "Training a police officer is even more costly."

5. "The badge, the gun -- and now THIS."

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant adjusts his glasses and doesn't say anything.

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - There is also a *fourth* thing you've lost.

A... fourth thing?

I don't wanna hear about that.

INLAND EMPIRE - More precious than the gun, the badge and the motor carriage *combined*. Lost forever. Into the deepest of seas.

6. "Things were going so well, we were just whistling merrily..."

KIM KITSURAGI - "You can still whistle," the lieutenant says with a smile. "Besides, the night is always darkest before the dawn."

7. "Well, at least I can see what's in there now." (Conclude.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes. Let's go take a look."

Task complete: Find the traffic hooligan

+10 XP

There are two things in the motor carriage.

RCM COMMANDER'S JACKET

+1 Esprit de Corps: United in black +1 Visual Calculus: Sharp eye

A black uniform jacket with RCM's signature white rectangle on its right sleeve and backside. Letters inside the collar read: LTN-2JFR. The jacket is of exceptional quality, other than some minor wear-and-tear.

RCM BADGE "LTN-2JFR DU BOIS"

Thick blue piece of acryllic, covering a thin leaf of paper with the officer's name and rank on it. Next to the writing you see a man stare back at you -- a younger version of *you*, already disintegrating inside, but still presentable on the outside.

>INTERACT

BADGE: LTN-2JFR DU BOIS - A police badge on which you see the photo of a man -- you. Some seaweed is stuck to the back.

"I found my badge!"

KIM KITSURAGI - "At least *something* good came out of all this." The lieutenant glances at the badge in your hands.

Task complete: Track down your badge

+10 XP

Study the badge.

[Leave.]

BADGE: LTN-2JFR DU BOIS - Encased between two durable plastic sheets is a bluish card with lines of information -- and a watermark in the shape of the street grid of Revachol West.

You see: a photo, a name, a rank, a document number, the date of issue, and -- in the lower right corner -- your precinct.

Look at the photo.

"Name: Harrier du Bois..."

"Rank: LTN-2JFR?"

"Serial: REV12-62-05-JAM41..."

"Date of issue: 7th of November, '50..."

"Precinct: 41?"

Put the badge away. [Leave.]

BADGE: LTN-2JFR DU BOIS - The man keeps winking at you with his green-grey eyes. The photo is old, no doubt about that.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - But the badge is new. You used an old photo for a new badge.

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - Good choice. A newer photo would look... different.

How old?

BADGE: LTN-2JFR DU BOIS - Eight, maybe ten years. The guy in the picture is rather good looking. He's got a nice haircut and is distinctly lacking in massive sideburns.

And he's winking? Why?

BADGE: LTN-2JFR DU BOIS - Why do you think? His face is already contorted by the Expression. Although it looks less grotesque on him than it does on you now.

The badge in your hands shines as you rotate it, catching light. You see lines of information on it. And a shining watermark.

2. "Name: Harrier Du Bois..."

KIM KITSURAGI - "'Harrier,' that's long for 'Harry'. So you *are* Harry..." He thinks. "Evrart was half right. Probably not a lot of people know your full name. Whoever told him you're Harry Du Bois didn't."

+5 XP

"Strange. It doesn't say Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau."

"Wait, what kind of name is 'Harrier'?"

"But… I don't *want* to be Harrier Du Bois." (Don't accept it.)

"Harrier Du Bois it is, then." (Accept it.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "Not strange at all -- your name is Harrier Du Bois. Like it says on your police badge."

"Wait, what kind of name is 'Harrier'?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "It's a wartime name. Revolutionary. The kind mothers give their sons during troubled times. Like 'Undying' or 'Boxer' or 'Ironhide'."

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - A name like armour.

[houseofwisteria]

QUICK LINKS,

Rules | PSD/Template | Muse List | Animated Sideblog

AFFILIATES,

@soughtbirthright

@clairelilcorner

@rebelliousfamily

@qveens / @vntagetee

@entangledmuses

@lcstinfantasy

@ner0tic

@rcckstars

Muse list

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

Gabrielle Cameron - Kook, 15-20 FC Angourie Rice

Celeste Winters - Witch, 22 FC: Kaylee Bryant

Hope Donavan - Street racer, 28 FC: Lindsey Morgan

Sylvie Nightbloom - Seer, 15+ FC Maisie Williams 

Aspen Lightfoot - Elven princess, 21+ FC: Ruby Cruz

Elizabeth Murphy - Teacher, 20+ FC: Dakota Johnson

Alicia Piao - Psychology Student, 20+ FC: Natasha Liu Bordizzo

Tiabeanie Florence - Princess,15 FC: Georgie Henley

Allison Roe-Scott - Fashion designer, 18+ FC: Leighton Meester

Grace Scott - Student, 18 FC: Sara Waisglass 

Alwyn Oakdweller - Half-elf, 25+ FC: Henry Cavill

Dante Moore - Vampire, Forever 18 FC: Quincy Fouse

Astrid Green - Bar / Lounge Owner, 20+ FC: Zoey Deutch

Jacklyn “ Jack ” Esparza - Student, Soccer player, 18 FC: Ruby Cruz

Umi Okoye - Student, animator, 18 FC: Ayo Edebiri 

Sergio Garza - Cps worker, 30+ FC: Oscar Isaac 

Leslie Bishop - bodyguard, driver, 30+ FC: Jesse Williams

Aubree Fraser - Nurse Practitioner, 20+ FC: Jessica Henwick

Peyton Wong - Photographer, 19+ FC: Chase Sui Wonders

Greta Cohen - Event Planner, 18+ FC: Emilija Baranac 

Ryker Cameron - Kook, 20+ FC: Ryan Gosling

Jaden Reeves - Werewolf, 20+ FC: Josh Hutcherson

REACHER

Jack Reacher (30) - FC: Alan Ritchson

Roscoe Conklin (28) - FC: Willa Fitzgerald

Oscar Finley (33) - FC: Malcolm Goodwin

Francis Neagley (28) FC: Maria Sten

NEW GIRL

Nick Miller (30) - FC: Jake Johnson

Winston Bishop ( 30 ) - FC: Lamorne Morris

EUPHORIA 

Fezco (19+) - FC: Diego Tinoco 

Jules Vaughn (18+) - FC: Hunter Schafer

Cassie Howard (18+) - FC: Sydney Sweeney 

Nate Jacobs (18+) - FC: Jacob Elordi

Kat Hernandez (18+) - FC: Barbie Ferreira

THE WALKING DEAD

Rick Grimes (30+) - FC: Andrew Lincoln

Carl Grimes (18+) - FC: Tanner Buchannon

Glenn Rhee (20+) - FC: Steven Yeun

Rosita Espanoza (20+) - FC: Christian Serratos

Beth Greene ( 20 + ) - Emily Kinney

Carol Peletier ( 40+ ) - Melissa McBride

THE WITCHER

Geralt of Rivia (30+) - FC: Henry Cavill

Jaskier (30+) - FC: Joey Batey

Tissaia (35+) - FC: MyAnna Buring

Cirilla of Cintra (14+) - FC: Freya Allen

THE SOCIETY

Becca Gelb (18+) - FC: Gideon Adion

Harry Bingham (18+) - FC: Alex Fitzalan

Cassandra Pressman (18+) - FC: Rachel Keller

Kelly Aldrich (18+) - FC: Krstene Froseth

Gareth Visser (18+) - FC: Jack Mulhern

Gordie Moreno (18+) - FC: Jose Julian

GIRL MEETS WORLD

Lucas Friar (14+) - FC: Peyton Meyer 

Maya Hart (14+) - FC: Sabrina Carpenter

Topanga Mattews (30+) - FC: Rachel McAdams

Augie Matthews (14+) - FC: August Maturo

Isadora Smackle (14+) - FC: Cici Balagot

Farkle Minkus (14+) - FC: Corey Fogelmanis

STRANGER THINGS

Eddie Munson (18+) - FC: Joseph Quinn

Jane Hopper (14+) - FC: Millie Bobby Brown

Jim Hopper (18+) - FC: David Harbour 

Nancy Wheeler (18+) - FC: Natalia Dyer 

Max Mayfield (14+) - FC: Sadie Sink

Robin Buckley (18+) - FC: Maya Hawke

Carol Perkins (18+) - FC: Chelsea Talmadge

Will Byers (14+) - FC: Jack Dylan Grazer

Tommy Hagen (18) - FC: Chester Rushing

Steve Harrington (18) - FC: Joe Keery

TEEN WOLF

Derek Hale (30+) - FC: Tyler Hoechlin

Stiles Stilinski (30+) - FC: Dylan O’brien

Liam Dunbar (30+) - FC: Dylan Sprayberry

Kira Yukimara  (30+) - FC: Arden Cho

Jackson Whittemore (30+) - FC: Colton Haynes

Mason Hewitt  (30+) - FC: Khylin Rhambo

ONE TREE HILL

Nathan Scott (18+) - FC: James Lafferty

Karen Roe (30+) - FC: Moira Kelly

Kieth Scott (30+) - FC: Craig Sheffer

Peyton Sawyer (18+) - FC: Hilarie Burton

HARRY POTTER

Luna Lovegood (18+) - FC: Evanna Lynch

Neville Longbottom (18+) - FC: Matthew Lewis

OUTER BANKS

Rafe Cameron (19+) - FC: Drew Starkey

Kiara Carrera (18+) - FC: Madison Bailey

JJ Maybank (18+) - FC: Rudy Pankow

John B Rutledge (18+) - FC: Chase Stokes

Ward Cameron (30+) - FC: Charles Esten

Wheezie Cameron (15) - FC: Julia Antonelli 

Topper Thornton (19+) - FC: Austin North

ANIMATED TV & MOVIES

Catra (18+) - FC: Lulu Antariksa

Ballister Boldheart (30+) - FC: Riz Ahmed

Vi (20+) - FC: Brianna Hildebrand

HEARTSTOPPER

Nick Nelson

Charlie Spring

DISNEY MOVIES & TV

Evie Grimhilde (18+) - FC: Sofia Carson

Merida Dunbroch (18+) - FC: Amy Manson

Ben Florian (18+) - FC: Mitchell Hope

Queen Elsa (18+) - FC: Anya Taylor Joy

Kristoff Bjorgman (18+) - FC: Lucas Till

Olaf (10) - FC: Asa Butterfield

Fawn (18+) - FC: Maia Mitchell

Flynn Rider (19+) - FC: Ben Barnes

Amity Blight (15+) - FC: Kiernan Shipka

Jack Frost (19+) - FC: Thomas Brodie-Sangster

Astrid Hofferson (19+) - FC: Britt Robertson

Miguel Rivera (10+) - FC: As Himself 

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

Damon Salvatore (18+) - FC: Ian Somerhalder 

Klaus Mikaelson  (25+) - FC: Joseph Morgan

Bonnie Bennett  (18+) - FC: Kat Graham 

Vincent Griffith (30+) - FC: Yusuf Gatewood

Freya Mikaelson (25+) - FC: Riley Voelkel

LIFE IS STRANGE

Dana Ward  (18+) - FC: Lily Collins

Alex Chen  (18+) - FC: Brianne Tju

Chloe Price  (18+) - FC: Emma Mackey

Warren Graham (18+) - FC: Austin Abrams

Stella Hill (18+) - FC: Maitreya Ramakrishnan

Luke Parker (18+) - FC: Ross Butler

Kate Marsh (18+) - FC: Grace Van Dien

SCREAM MOVIES & TV 

Billy Loomis (18+) - FC: Skeet Ulrich

Mindy Meeks-Martin (18+) - FC: Jasmin Savoy Brown

Chad Meeks-Martin (18+) - FC: Mason Gooding

Noah Foster (18+) - FC: John Karna

Dewy Riley (23+) - FC: Dave Arquette

Tatum Riley (18+) - FC: Rose Mcgowan / Christina Hendricks

Wes Hicks (18+) - FC: Dylan Minnette 

THE LAST OF US

Joel Miller

Ellie Williams

Dina

RED DEAD REDEMPTION

Arthur Morgan

Abigail Marston 

TWILIGHT

Edward Cullen

Charlie Swan

Jasper Hale 

MISCELLANEOUS ANIME

Saitama

Sakura Haruno

Naruto Uzumaki

Haruhi Fujioka

Tamaki Suoh

Arisa Uotani

Taiga Aisaka

Yui Hirasawa

FNAF

Vanessa Afton

SUPERNATURAL 

Dean Winchester

Claire Novak

Meg Masters

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE 

Frank Castle

Peter Parker

Tony Stark

Jessica Jones

DC CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

Selina Kyle

Harley Quinn

Barbara Gordon

Dick Grayson

DUMPLIN’

Ellen “ El “ Dryver (18+) - FC: Odeya Rush

Bo Larson (19+) - FC: Luke Benward

[atzorimatilde]

WOLFSTAR

reccomandation

It has come to my attention that most of my favorite fic's are not as famous as they should be, SO- i'm doing you all a favour.

1 Solace is not a lullaby by astelso. This work is an hunger games au with katniss as Remus and victor Sirius. It has Jily, Dorlene and Wolfstar with also meaningful friendships between the tributes. "Solace is a lullaby" is a work in progress that uploades every week with chapters of 9k (minimum) words. Unfortunatly the creator is going through a tough time featuring the death of their dog so the chapters will be uploaded a bit late. This also means we should show support to them with encouraging comments. This fic (in my opinion) is wonderfully written and planned and a total ☆☆☆☆☆!

2 Solntse by lumosinlove. This work features poor Remus who works as a callboy and rich Sirius who is a russian architect. It's increadibly sweet but with lots of spicy moments, I enjoyed it a lot and would totally read again. ( I have to make a disclaimer, this fic contains bottom Remus and top Sirius so if that's not your thing please do not spread hate to the creator)

3 That's the art of getting by by sarewolf. This work is so sad but so sweet at the same time! It's set after the death of James and Lily and the imprisonament of Sirius. Set from Remus' point of view, this fic tells Moony's journey in raising Harry after their world fell apart. (Don't worry there is a happy ending!!). Towards the end there is some smut that is easily skippable. I confess that i read this fic every two months 'cause it's really fantastic ;).

4 Furious by loveinkwell. A wonderful Fast and Furious au that i love so much, with street-racer Sirius and student of anthropology Remus. This fic is so underrated for no reason! It is really well written and full of plot twists, 10/10.

That's it for now!

[psychiccreationclown]

Kim Kitsuragi Au idea

au where Kim is a street racer!! harry would still be a cop, investigating the VERY illegal racing ring in jamock. kits would be the undefeated champion, his name on everyone's lips. he would take it very seriously, pouring his heart into his kinnima. every last penny would go to the car.

harry would try to get close to him by playing the part of a groupie. but, Kim would ignore him, pushing the man away every chance he got. they would finally become friends when harry entered the race. harry would get so, so close to winning, but, inches before the line, he would pull over and let Kim win. it would piss Kim off, but at least he was talking to harry.

I don't know, it was just an idea floating around my head after watching Hannah's animation "Speedfreaks FM" on YouTube -> https://youtu.be/HcSnP5vm4Us?si=EFmjTJ7W3_SosQ4G

[heliads]

requests are open!

it's that time of year!! so excited to announce that requests will be often for as long as possible before my queue fills up. requests will close when i have a request in my queue scheduled to be posted every three days for two months in advance. queued requests can be seen in this post below the 'read more' line so you can tell how much time is left before they close.

things to keep in mind:

please follow my rules. there are very few of them

due to past request volume, i will turn down a lot of requests if they don't follow the rules/don't provide enough detail/are too similar to past fics. more details here

i take requests for all fandoms on my masterlist, but i would love it the most if i got requests for dead poets society, f1, harry potter (esp during the war i want to write angst), the hunger games, the magnificent seven, percy jackson, star trek, star wars, top gun, unwind, or tvd. they're just the ones i'm most motivated about at the moment <3

you can also request fics for a ship instead of a character x reader! i def write for ships, people just haven't requested them that much in the past so i thought i'd remind you all of it :)

happy requesting, everyone!!

xoxo, lisa

fics in the queue:

10/2: fred weasley x reader (reader has a panic attack, fred helps)

10/5: jack wilder x reader (relucant allies to lovers at a fancy gala)

10/8: derek hale x reader (fwb but derek catches feelings and is afraid of that because cmon its derek)

10/11: jack wilder x reader (jack&reader are always having fun and making jokes but they're both secretly afraid that the other doesn't think it's so funny anymore)

10/14: newt x reader (modern au, newt is venom)

10/17: jack wilder x reader (oblivious coffee shop barista reader, deeply in love jack)

10/20: peter hayes x reader (peter gets hit by the mind erasing gas and reader takes care of him, peter's memories come back eventually but he pretends otherwise bc he doesn't want to leave)

10/23: unwind fic!!!!! (connor doesn't try to deliver his letter, finds nelson trying to destroy the antique shop, cannot wait to write this one aaaaaa)

10/26: thomas x reader (tmr modern au, reader is sad and thomas, boyfriend, takes it upon himself to cheer her up)

10/29: bones x reader (reader&bones both work on the enterprise, they always flirt/tease each other until reader gets hurt and then! confession hour!)

11/1: lorenzo berkshire x reader (all of slytherin house is subjected to the extreme pining between enzo&reader)

11/4: genya safin x reader (soft childhood friends to lovers)

11/7: goodnight robicheaux x reader (magnificent seven modern au (yess) with war veteran!goody x librarian!reader)

11/10: zoya nazyalensky x reader (based on mary's song by taylor swift)

11/13: natasha trace x fem!reader (nat is dating reader (callsign sunshine) who's super sweet until someone insults her friends and then! you'd best watch out!)

11/16: strollonso mafia au

11/19: enola holmes x fem!reader (enola + reader, who are dating, launch an attempt to get sherlock + watson together)

11/22: charles leclerc x reader (reader is an engineer, charles keeps flirting but she can't fathom why)

11/25: connor or lev or hayden x reader (unwind character meets a former best friend who has become a clapper and tries to convince the friend not to blow himself up)

11/28: harry potter x reader (harry&reader are dating, harry finds reader almost dead during the final battle and has to use the resurrection stone to save her)

12/1: charles leclerc x reader (reader is a street racer and my boy has a massive crush on her)

12/4: rooster x reader (reader is a baker and dates roo)

[zvdvdlvr]

kingjuli3n's masterlist of masterlists

➳ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢.

ACTIVE POLLS: street racer!bau or nah?

shatter me

marvel

the midnight club

ncis

american horror story

stranger things

once upon a time

the umbrella academy

harry potter

the outsiders

red dead redemption 2

call of duty

the walking dead

wednesday & addams family ( + addams family vaues )

the lunar chronicles

outer banks

five nights at freddy’s (movie)

Criminal Minds

The Inheritance Games

[freedomfireflies]

*holds out hand* give me!

The rest of the cars follow shortly after and the growing crowd of onlookers all swarm the street. They cheer and they holler, and they flock to the handsome driver now stepping out of his vehicle, desperate to congratulate him. But those soft green eyes only search for you. 

When he finally finds you squished between the horde of admirers, he grins, and begins to push his way through to you.

The moment you meet, he picks you up, hugs you to his chest, and spins you around. And you squeal giddily, happy to be back in his embrace as you wrap your arms around his neck and hold on for dear life.

“My little lucky clover,” he whispers proudly. “What did I tell you, hm?”

The nickname makes your insides grow warm. He’s called you his lucky clover ever since that first race when the two of you met. He claimed he only won because he saw you standing there watching and was desperate to impress you. And that every race he’s won since has been because of you and your charming presence.

You aren’t so sure you believe him, but you have to admit it sounds pretty on his tongue.

You laugh as he puts you back down. “I know, I know,” you finally concede. “You were right.”

“Mhm.” He smirks—cocky—before he’s surging forward to kiss you. Soft and slow and with a desire that almost feels scandalous for such a public place. “I always am.”

His tongue brushes against yours while his hand splays across your lower back to tug your body to his and the crowd cheers as you giggle. But you don’t fight the way he loves you. Instead, you cling to his shirt and allow him to take what he wants.

When he finally allows you a moment to breathe, you gaze at him curiously. “How fast were you going?”

“120 on the main stretch. 80 on the curves,” he says, then chuckles at the way you frown. “M’fine, Clover. I promise.”

“You agreed nothing over 100,” you remind him.

“Yeah, but I needed to win.”

“No, you don’t need to win. You need to stay alive.”

“Well, why can’t I do both?”

Unamused, you huff, and lightly slap at his stomach. “Not funny, H.”

However, he merely laughs again and pulls you back between his arms. “Come on, sweetheart,” he says softly. “You know I’d never die on you. I’d miss you too much.”

“Let’s hope so.” You push up onto your toes to bring your lips to his once more. “Cause if you die on me…I’ll kill you.”

[represseddilfs]

𝚃𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜

Indie role play blog featuring mainly older male OCs. Smut based. Dark and triggering content will be present and not tagged. Exploration of older, typically repressed married men. OC and canon friendly. Semi-selective, low to medium activity. Dash only. Written by Murdock, 29+ NB.

Use the links below for more information. Mobile friendly list of muses below the cut.

Muses

Rules

Kinks

Wanted opposites

Wishlist

Starters

Arthur Dawson: Mechanic, 53, dominant (JR Bourne)

Richard Winston: Bar owner, 55, dominant (Jeffrey Dean Morgan)

Santiago Mendez: Detective, 48, switch (Pedro Pascal)

Forest Martin: Rancher, 46, dominant (Ian Bohen)

Alexei Volkov: Arms dealer, 43, dominant (Charlie Hunnam)

Marshall Teller: Personal trainer, 40, switch (Alan Ritchson)

Brandon Harris: Crooked cop, 45, switch (Tom Hardy)

Dominic Ricci: Surgeon, 56, dominant (Joe Manganiello)

Thomas Grant: Motorcycle street racer, 42, dominant (Ryan Gosling)

Nicolas Pederson: Band manager, 42, dominant (Chris Pine)

Carlos Alvarez: Professor, 49, switch (Danny Pino)

Cameron Davis: Baker, 42, switch (Chris Evans)

Dante Branson: Stock broker, 50, dominant (Anson Mount)

Jason Parker: Retired boxer, 54, dominant, (Hugh Jackman)

Elias Hoffman: Soldier, 43, switch (Luke MacFarlane)

Liam Abrams: Retired porn star, 55, dominant (Frank Grillo)

Rowan Montgomery: Gym owner, 45, dominant (Jon Bernthal)

Sebastian Richards: Author, 47, dominant (Liam O'Brien)

Ryan Cho: Theatre actor, 54, dominant (Daniel Dae Kim)

Dylan Cromwell: Tailor, 52, switch (Ewan McGregor)

Joshua Conelly: Stay at home dad, 40, switch (Henry Cavill)

Lance Priest: Construction site manager, 47, dominant (David Harbour)

Andrew Weeks: Lawyer, 45, dominant (Pablo Schreiber)

Oliver Velasco: Musician, 44, switch (Oscar Isaac)

Silas Perez: Outlaw biker, 45, dominant (Santiago Cabrera)

William Reichheld: Bounty hunter, 55, dominant (Tim Olyphant)

Joel Beckerman: Firefighter, 40, dominant (Sebastian Stan)

Bartholomew Walsh: Distiller, 47, switch (Cillian Murphy)

Nathaniel King: Security specialist, 54, doominant (Josh Brolin)

Dimitri Volkov: Arms dealer, 43, dominant (Joel Kinnaman)

Augustine Nelson: Casino owner, 58, switch (Keanu Reeves)

Caspian Fitzgerald: Hippotherapist, 42, dominant (Jake Gyllenhaal)

Max Berry: Contractor/house flipper, 53, dominant (Skeet Ulrich)

Zane Weisman: Wrestling coach, 33, dominant (Aaron Taylor-Johnson)

Deacon Abbott: Assassin, 52, dominant (Nikolaj Coster-Waldau)

Wyatt McNabb: Repossession specialist, 34, switch (Ryan Corr)

[dreamdstate]

──  (  demi-woman,  she/they.  )  recently  seen  manipulating  visitor's  for  free  shots  with  a  smile  and  a  wink  at  verve:  enter  ELENA  'NALA'  OTTOMAN.  twenty  five  years  old  &  a  leo,  usually  observed  in  baby  tee's  too  small  to  be  considered  fitting,  baby  pink  racer  jacket's  she  had  customed  diy'd  with  a  tweed  skirt  and  lip  gloss  to  top  it  all  off  ;  nala  is  a  devotion  local  known  within  their  circle  as  enigmatic  +  some  -  what  charismatic,  a  perpetual  hum  of  scab  and  plaster  by  marina  on  salted  mouth.  something  of  the  selfish  +  manipulative  follows,  regardless  …  something  to  do  with  the  never  -  ending  need  to  be  liked  and  noticed,  even  if  for  a  fleeting  moment  --  to  fill  a  void  left  by  those  who  should've  nurtured  instead  of  ignored,  perhaps  ?  strange,  what  a  siren  can  get  up  to.  they’ve  been  heard  waxing  lyrical  about  a  dream  they  had  recently,  a  strange  tale  of  the  constant  chasing  of  a  father  who  pays  her  no  mind  --  from  land  to  sea,  he  never  once  turns  back  to  look  at  her,  hands  reaching  out  but  never  grasping  the  old  jacket  he  wore.  pay  no  mind  to  fanciful  star  -  gazing,  though:  rather,  mind  the  tangible.  focus  on  the  pink  perfume  -  cloud  fog  that  seems  to  follow  her  every  move,  even  in  the  water  (  though  imaginary,  she  likes  to  think  it's  real  and  acts  as  such  )  ,  taking  what  you  consider  yours  with  all  your  might  --  scrapping  at  the  bit  to  get  every  last  drop  of  what  the  world  owes  you  and  not  the  other  way  around  -  making  sure  your  family  gets  only  some  and  saving  the  most  for  yourself,  walking  on  cobblestone  streets  in  pink  heels  despite  the  possibility  of  a  broken  ankle  and  treating  it  like  the  runway  you  never  got  to  possess,  an imaginary feeling that the  world  at  your  feet  and  eyes  longing  to  see  what  you'll  do  next.

warnings for divorce, body image ( eating disorder implied )

full name — elena avielle ottoman.

nickname(s) — nala --- preferred, and will not respond if you call her elena. this is a non negotiable.

date of birth & age — july 30th, 1998 --- 25.

gender / pronouns — demi woman / she & they.

sexuality — bisexual.

species — siren.

occupation — sometimes worker at edmunds , sometimes choreographer at local dance studio.

notable features — various scars -- in particular, a bruise looking scar on left knee, scar on face from the accident, in the middle of his forehead.

the ottoman family has a kind of reputation around devotion -- what kind it is is up to who you ask, but they're most known as the sole operators of edmunds, the local hardware + garden store that houses just about anything you could need to be working outdoors. her great great grandfather edmund found it with his own hard working money, on his hands and knees hand casing the brick, blah blah blah --- that's all shit nala doesn't give much of a shit about, despite her entire family's dismay.

born as the only daughter to harris and laurie ottoman, harris is the youngest oldest in the gaggle of boys this generation --- the entire family seemed to cheer when the boy streak was broken with her own birth, nala smacked in the middle between wolfgang 'wolf' and kodirah 'kodi', who eyeone rolled their eyes when announced as a boy, the one girl thing becoming more of a curse than a blessing. even so, nala was set up as a princess for life. everything handed to her on a silver platter, expecting nothing in return and only taking what she wants. it's easy to see where she gets it from, as her own mother married for the money, and passed those ideals down to her own daughter ; the value of a dollar is nothing in comparison to the possible connection, material objects or romantic affections such paper gets you.

the years go by and nala is treated like she hung the moon, especially by her parents. everything done wrong was swept away with what power they weld, and coddled to the moon and back. everything her eyes set upon, she was given. dance classes tri weekly and shopping expeditions after that, never-mind the competitions on the weekends. it was an excellent distraction from the real underlying cause of distress that was bubbling under the surface ; mentions of infidelity when laurie would leave for weekend trips with 'girlfriends', constant money being taken without notice from out of harris' account.

BODY IMAGE / these were all things she didn't pay much attention to --- as long as she kept getting what she wanted, what she thought she was owed, then all was well. they can handle their own problems in a different room. when words of anger weren't being thrown at each other, laurie soon began to take out her frustrations on her only daughter. harsher critiques on nala's dancing, her outfits, her looks. first described as one - off comments become an all too familiar routine as soon as her bedroom door opens and feet padder down into the kitchen, where mother is waiting for daughter to see what she can comment on today. always shut down when told she was uncomfortable, soon keeping quiet and letting the words in one ear and out the other --- for the most part.

as she grew older, things began to change. laurie would hang around the house less and less, now that kodi no longer needed to be watched like the menacing hawk he is. longer getaways, longer moments that she wouldn't speak to her children. harris began to take a more parental role than he did before -- overcompensation for something nala couldn't figure out, and was only slightly skeptical about. it was weird. never the hands on dad, especially not with her, but it soon became something akin to normalcy. less questions about his presence in her life, more wondering about why she hasn't seen her mother in three months, where di she go? why is she gone? who is she with? she never got those answers, really.

divorce papers are placed on the counter in the midst of the night when nala is 13, left for harris to find, and all of laurie's belongings gone. if you were to ask anyone if she'd been there, they wouldn't find a trace. it's accepted as a fact and the entire thing goes smoothly --- their mother is a non - spoken topic in the house, even to this day. a ghost in a home she no longer haunts, nothing tying her there except the three offspring she left behind. no letters, no calls, no communication in over a decade. kodi used to asked, being as young as he was, but those were hushed in favor of getting ice cream or something as applicable. nala wishes she could be like him -- something new comes along, everything else fades away.

high school comes along and nala, in turn, becomes a problem. parties and boys and girls and doing whatever she wanted. even after mother leaves, never being told no and always being bailed out of trouble with a wad of cash and dads good word. wolf becoming more of a parental figure as harris moves on with a new woman, driving her to dance competitions and making dinner for the trio of children every night. he's not older by much, but taking on a parental role that they still joke about - and the dynamic hasn't really gone away, not really - that he's dad #2 in her phone.

cheerleader, popular, evil in the high school bitch kind of way even without meaning to be. without being known, she feels vulnerable, alone, abandoned. it's hard to know when to stop the hand that feeds until she's losing friends and has a graduation cap -- they moved on, but she stayed there, cheerleader outfit still on and watching them all become more successful while she's ... just there. a nobody, her worst nightmare coming true. there's no ambition to really become something other than what she once was, though it'll forever remain unattainable. so she stays in devotion, unsure of where her life should be taking her, instead of wanting it to. things stay the same until they aren't.

things are thrown for a loop when harris appears with a girl --- her name is ethel, she's her cousin, and she's fucking weird. like, doesn't have and has never heard of a flip phone weird. the contention between the two is nothing short of hostile on nala's part, and that may be due to the jealousy a new girl in town tends to bring. it's in all of the 2000's movies, after all. so she does her best to keep her distance, trying to turn her siblings against the cousin from mars, to much little avail. a new project falling into her lap --- she'll come around, maybe, eventually, but not without fighting it tooth and nail.

now playing — fuck being sober ( annika wells ) , where them girls at ( david guetta ft. nicki minaj ) , all i ever wanted ( basshunter ) , can't sit with us ( honey c ) , then i woke up ( the clique girls ) , lollipop ( lil wayne ).

last watched — D.E.B.S ( 2004 ) , bottoms ( 2023 ) , degrassi : the next generation.

inspo — 2000's style of fuck all, tiny shirts and even smaller skirts, summer roberts ( the oc ) , massie block ( the clique ) , so much of the color pink you'll want to throw up, jackie burkhart ( that 70's show ) , littlest pet shop : popular, regina george ( mean girls ) .

in all honesty, she's searching for something she's not even sure of. at this point, nala wants to be known and she wants to be loved ( the eternal longing ) but doesn't want to expose herself to such, out of fear of yet - again abandonment after she becomes attached.

has both a more modern phone but also a flip phone, in specific to call whenever she's pissed so she can use it and angerly close it when people piss her off

the few and far between actual friends she's had, she's a for - lifer. will and can kill for them if need be, but she doesn't want to, in case they think she's some kind of ruthless monster girl. she is in her heart, but she doesn't want others to know that.

lives in the color pink. if you don't see her wearing it, someone died, fr. a big fan of wearing odd colors to stand out, but mostly wears tiny skirts, shirts, and shorts. it's easy to use what she considers her best asset to get attention --- both good and bad, she doesn't care much.

has the mouth of a sailor -- swears constantly, almost every sentence, and she's proud of it. a colorful vocabulary, she thinks. don't let her around kids.

speaking of kids, she helps choreograph more - so older kids dances. think like tweens and teenagers, mostly because she can handle the sass they give and give it right back tenfold.

is not very nice -- in fact, can be quite mean, though unintentional. doesn't know how to really let people know she's joking, considering she tends to be a bit too honest, and doesn't have much of a clue when it comes to social cues. but she tries! sometimes. not really and not much.

though if she doesn't like you, you'll know. constant back-handed insults and things of that nature instead of her general lack of self - awareness. it's hard to tell, but when it increases ten fold, it will become obvious.

[wetsteve3]

1967 Bultaco 250cc Mk II Metralla

Bultaco’s history began in 1945 when Francisco Xavier Bulto and Pedro Permanyer co-founded Montesa. The Spanish firm became synonymous with small, effective motorcycles and attained prowess in the heady world of competition. However, in the latter half of the 1950s, the board wanted to withdraw from racing, a decision that Bulto vehemently disagreed with. So, in 1958, he resigned from the company and taking the racing department with him, set up Bultaco. Progress was swift and by the spring of 1959 their first machine – the Tralla 101, a 125cc 2-stroke – was ready for production.

In 1962, the firm introduced the 200cc Metralla, a sports roadster that  quickly became a force to be reckoned with, winning its class in the 1963 European Grand Prix d’Endurance series despite giving away 50cc to its rivals. By 1967 the Metralla was available as a full ‘250’ and in that year’s Diamond Jubilee TT in the Isle of Man secured a remarkable result in the production race when a team of race-kitted bikes entered by the importer for Southern Ireland, Harry Lindsay, finished 1st and 2nd, Bill Smith leading Tommy Robb across the line with Kevin Cass in 6th place.

The Bultaco Metralla Mk 2 was marketed as ‘a wolf in sheep’s clothing, a road racer that you can ride on the street.’ The design was simple, the hand-built mechanicals reliable and tough, the handsome bike stark, stable, and fast. The Mk 2 single cylinder piston-port 2-stroke put out a quoted 27bhp at 8,700rpm which with its 5-speed close ratio gearbox (and enclosed rear drive chain) gave a genuine 100 mph.

[harmonyandco]

Prompt: Street Racer Harry X Grease Monkey Hermione

via @ratchet9cooper