there's something about characters for whom emotions cannot be contained, where the feelings are all so surface level whether they want them to be or not, who can't help but be loudly angry or happy or sad, who love so so deeply and have no hope of concealing it
almost started crying at work today when after i spent 30 minutes trying to calm down an over-stimulated, over-tired, over-dramatic toddler, who screamed bloody murder like i was torturing her the entire time, one of my older students came over and gave her a hug and led her by her little hand back to the play area
grumpy hotch x pregnant reader where he is just having an off day and the team calls reader in to deal with him and as soon she arrives in his office he just holds her and her belly as she scratches his scalp omg đ„čđđ«¶đ»
Youâre lounging in your husband's favourite chair with a book and an ice cold soda in your hand when your phone rings. You almost knock your tooth out pulling it up to your face without looking, wanting it to be Aaron, knowing it probably wonât be. Maternity leave can be excruciatingly boring.Â
âHello?â you ask. Your book slides down your bump. You pull it back up.Â
âHi, mom.â Â
You grin to yourself. âHi, Emily. Please tell me youâre calling because you miss me and you know I have cabin fever.âÂ
âIâm calling because someone misses you.â Her ire tone is unmissable and ever endearing. âI do miss you, I canât wait for you to have your stinking baby and come back to work.âÂ
âThat would be fun, right? Weâll get Hotch on paternity leave.âÂ
âItâs him Iâm calling about.âÂ
âIs he okay?â you ask. You know if he were injured she wouldâve mentioned that first. Youâre not so scared of his being grumpy.Â
âMoody as ever. I canât believe Iâm asking you to, but would you consider coming in for lunch? Iâll send a car, no walking, but he could really use it. Heâs been biting off heads all morning.â Emily laughs down the line. âYouâre the only one who can cheer him up.âÂ
Itâs not true, but you are usually the quickest. You bid Emily goodbye with a promise to be there soon and get dressed, with no choice but to wear some maternity pants and a peplum blouse. Any excuse to see your haggard husband is one youâll take.Â
You look at your bump and you love the baby in there, but it feels weird sometimes to see yourself differently. If Aaron werenât as nice about it as he is, you wouldâve broken down by now; heâs sussed many breakdowns before they could begin, kissed fingertips and collars promising youâre just as pretty as always. And itâs reassuring, but it isnât pretty that worries you. Youâre a genuine walking beach ball right now.Â
The car Emily promises is none other than Anderson himself. âHeâs bullying you?â you ask him.Â
He doesnât say yes or no, but his smile is enough of a clue. You canât get to the BAU quick enough (though youâre slower these days), pushing open the glass door with a tired sign.Â
Spencer comes across you first by coincidence. âHey!â he says, ushering you in for a hug, his cup of coffee hot behind your shoulder. âWhat are you doing here? Youâre supposed to be resting.âÂ
âHeâs in a mood,â you say. Not without fondness.Â
Spencer grimaces. âSort of.âÂ
Emily attacks you from the side. âThank god youâre here! I think he just told Morgan to go fuck himself,â she says under her breath.Â
Sheâs just saying it to make you laugh, and it works. Itâs vaguely out of character, but if you know Emily, you know she has a crass, often dirty-minded side, and itâs been a while since youâve heard her swear. Youâre still giggling when the door youâd been making your way to opens.Â
Aaron emerges with an expression half bemusement and half confusion. âHoney?âÂ
âMy love,â you say, too quiet for him to properly hear, but he can read lips just fine.Â
He rushes in a very gentlemanly display down the steps to help you up them, but youâd only been going up them to see him, and you stop at the foot of them with your hand raised to his elbow. âHey, handsome.âÂ
âWhatâs wrong?â he asks.Â
âNothing. Just missed you, wanted to have dinner, and I figured you couldnât say no. You know.â You touch your tummy. âConsidering.âÂ
He peers suspiciously past your head. âYeah?âÂ
You look where heâs looking, find Emily and Spencer not so subtly turned away. You laugh again, pleased when the sound makes him smile. âCome on. Take me to your office.âÂ
He puts a hand behind your shoulders and leads you upstairs to his office. There are papers strewn haphazard across the front of the desk, his briefcase open and muddled, his pen lost within the mess. Youâre smug knowing heâd been knee deep in paperwork but abandoned it all when he heard you laughing, like he just couldnât miss it.Â
âLet me sit you down,â he says.Â
âWoah, slow your roll. Why are you stressed?âÂ
He blinks at you. âThereâs a lot to do?âÂ
âSure, but why are you stressed about me? I can sit down by myself.âÂ
He must look at you for five whole seconds without saying a word, and the doorâs not closed, thereâs no answer to your question, and then he takes you into his arms for a hug. âI know you can,â he says.Â
Itâs admittedly hard to hug him with the bump between you. You worry youâre hurting him as your cheeks press together, crushing his shoulders under your hands.Â
He usually asks first, but he knows by now that youâre two halves of the same heart, two sides of the same coin, his hand slipping between you both to nudge aside your shirt and feel your stomach.Â
You close your eyes.Â
âRough day?â you ask.Â
âA lot to doĂąâŹÂŠâ His face moves down into your neck.Â
You know what he wants, moving your hand to the back of his head to thread your fingers into his hair. âI can fix it,â you say sympathetically, beginning a gentle scratch of your nails against his scalp.Â
âHowâs that?âÂ
âIf I go into labour right now, you get a reprieve.âÂ
âHoney, in the most loving sense possible, you going into labour now would not be ideal.âÂ
âItâs gonna happen one day, babe. And youâre gonna be just as busy then. You need to take less on orĂąâŹââ
âNo, I know.âÂ
His hand slides still under your shirt to your hip, encouraging you away from him, his eyes flitting up and down your figure, checking you over. You let your hand fall to his shoulder, fingertips interested in the starchy fabric of a new suit.Â
âThank you,â he says quietly, dipping down to give you a kiss. His eyes are dark, so close. âThat helped. What can I get you for dinner?âÂ
You give a fond, pitying smile. Youâre not gonna get him out of this office today, thatâs for sure. âHalf your sandwich, probably.âÂ
He kisses you again. You take it for a thank you.Â
I decided to start compiling speech patterns and such for the Hermits I watch the most, because being a fic writer is hard sometimes đ then I thought âwhy not share it here?â
so hereâs my very rough analysis of my most viewed Hermits, this is just what Iâve managed to gather so please donât call me out for what Iâm missing
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Scar
Rarely stutters in normal speech. Maybe pauses if heâs started a sentence and doesnât know where itâs going, but he doesnât tend to trail off unless something interrupts his train of thought
Stutters a LOT when heâs startled. Also makes âhoo!â noises repeatedly before he finds his words
Lays on the charm THICK when heâs trying to convince someone over literally anything; compliments their looks, their handiwork, and then pitches his proposition in smooth segue. Not one to entertain haggling though (however he DOES do a âlook if youâll pay full price Iâll throw in xyzâ thing). King of upselling even the most mundane things.
His tone is cheerful most of the time, no matter what heâs saying. Heâll actually often say very disturbing things with a light voice (ex. when discussing how to retaliate ie âwhat should we do about him?â âwe could kill him! :)â)
Builds and locations somehow are always capitalized in his voice?? Like he says them differently. I canât really explain it (when he talks about Aqua Town or Scarland or The Big Dig)
Literally has an evil laugh when he thinks of a way to prank someone or mess with people
Hums in thought quite often, and uses âhuh!â quite often when confused or finding out something new (Mostly with redstone)
His farewell is almost always âByeeee, have a great time!â even if the conversation he left was not a pleasant one. Iâm almost certain he does this in tense situations just to get under other peopleâs skin and really push how unbothered he is
Doesnât tend to insult people, the farthest heâll take it is backhanded compliments
That said he is not afraid to outright threaten (âI will murder them.â)
References media a lot, both for concepts for builds and in speech (ie his greeting âWell hello there!â is from Star Wars)
Number one exclamation is âSweet Baby Jellie!â
(More under the cut!)
Grian
Cold opens, both in videos and conversations (rarely says âhello, how are you, etcâ when encountering someone, but he does say farewells/âthank youâs)
Likes to sneak up on people and scare them if he realizes they havenât noticed him yet, usually does so by getting real close and then yelling (âHEY!â/âHI!â/âWHATâS THAT?â)
Uses the name of whoever heâs talking to pretty often while speaking to them (âWell, Mumbo, you never knowâ/âSo, Scar, as you can see here-â), same goes for often addressing his audience (âyou allâ/âyou lotâ/âyou guysâ)
Usually pretty focused (when he wants to be) but oftentimes takes a minute to laugh at things he notices in the natural environment (An accidental face in a build, a mob in a strange place, etc)
Takes the lead in a conversation if nobody is the clear leader, but generally only speaks when spoken to if someone else has risen to that spot
Clarifies instructions after something is explained, both to his viewers and to anyone heâs grouped up with (most often seen in the Life Series)
Uses âPardon?!â/âBeg your pardon?!â most often when surprised or startled (heâs very British), also sometimes uses âSorry??â
Things are way more funny to him when heâs tired
Deadpans a lot in conversation ie âwhy not do xyz?â âWell because weâll horrifically die đâ
This man is allergic to committing to the bit unless heâs the one that initiated it
Not one to sugarcoat (âhow is it?â âwell to be honest itâs miserableâ)
Number one exclamation is âWHAT?!â (though he often uses âoh my GOODNESSâ quite a bit)
Mumbo
The start of nearly every episode is almost a pitch, does the same when bringing up an idea to others (âI have this ideaâ/âI was thinkingâ/âI noticedâ etc)
Often laughs a little at himself when he speaks
Also often brings up how inexperienced/unqualified he thinks he is with literally any task heâs doing
Gets very distracted with the smallest things
Uses similes a lot when trying to describe a concept (âIâm thinking a this-type thingâ/âSomething like a [xyz]â/âImagine like a [thing]â)
His voice gets higher when heâs startled or panicking
A very vocal thinker, which makes sense because heâs a MC Youtuber, but he also just. Seems to think out loud regardless
Comments a lot on the feel of things (âOh this feels menacingâ/âThis looks like itâd mess you upâ/âThis makes it feel very intimidatingâ), often with building
Extremely modest. However will celebrate when he does something right in redstone/building (âYES! Oh my days, that took foreverâ)
Once and a while will have a rare banter moment with people heâs comfortable with (ie teasing and making fun)
Related to above, he gets very giggly when heâs hanging out with people heâs familiar with (Grian and Scar most often, but also Iskall)
Number one exclamation is âWhat on earth?!â
Joel
Greets people most often with âHow you doing [name]?â/âHow are ya [name]?â
Heâs very northern. He often leaves out words in his sentences bc thatâs just the way his dialect is (âWhat you doinâ?â vs âWhat are you doing?â)
Says his thâs like fâs (âsomefingâ/ânofingâ/âfinkingâ) ((Stress also does this))
His jokes/teasing are very deadpan (âI made you this extra thing, because youâre trash at thisâ)
Actually gives gifts of resources very often, and always leaves it with a little note and signs his name
His voice gets higher pitched when heâs defensive/being extremely cheeky but other than that his tone rarely changes
This man. Flirts so much. If any other person initiates even the slightest of flirty banter he takes that and dials it to eleven I cannot believe this is a straight married man sometimes
Joel commits to the bit 100% of the time (slightly related to above), unless of course itâs jokes about his height
Makes a point to compliment himself if he gets the chance (words most often used are âhandsomeâ âstrongâ and âhumbleâ, as well as comments about his muscles and physique)
Insults his enemies diminutively (âlook at you down there, tiny idiotâ/âYouâre wrong and also weakâ) ((seen most often in Empires SMP)
His most often used insult is âidiotâ
When heâs flustered/frustrated he uses âbloodyâ a lot (ie âbloody heckâ or âthis bloody thingâ (loves to toe the PG line), also uses âbloomingâ (âbloominâ heckâ)
Most often used exclamation is also âWHAT?!ïżœïżœ
Bdubs
Opens videos very jovially, talks almost like a radio host
Breaks down his builds down to the block, spends a lot of time discussing his block pallet choices and giving tips while he builds
Uses the affirmation âsure enoughâ a lot, and often addresses himself as âOlâ Bdubsâ
Talks affectionately about other hermits often (â[name], the absolute sweetheart, left me some materialsâ, â[name], you angel!â)
Adding to above, âangelâ or âsweet angelâ seems to be his most often used affectionate terms
Switches on a dime, though, if he gets offended (which of course causes others to poke fun at him even more)
Calls mobs âstupidâ a lot when they donât do what he wants (but takes it back if he says it to one of his horses ex. âCome here, stupidâwonderful, I mean, beautifulâ)
THIS MAN IS THE #1 HORSE ENJOYER. He gets a horse first thing every season and rides it everywhere, and theyâre always a focal point of his theme or builds in some regard
Pauses whatever heâs doing to sleep as soon as itâs possible, and gets very antsy if he canât do it for some reason (âOne moment, time to shreep!â)
Related to above, EVERYONE messes with him if heâs trying to sleep in their presence ie breaking his bed over and over, and he gets increasingly more frustrated when it happens
Rarely is soft spoken or quiet, he projects his voice and uses a lot of emphasis in his tone
Either straight up screams (and peaks the mic đ) if heâs startled or scared, or yells âoh my GOODNESS!!â
â summary: Swimmer, y/n, is headed to the olympics and little does she know sheâs f1 driver oscar piastriâs celebrity crush
â pairing: oscar pisatri x olympian!reader
â f/c and warnings: none
â requested: this was suggested!! tysm for the wonderful idea for a swimmer reader đ«¶đ»
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ynuser: your girl is in her model era đż thank you to vogue for having me! make sure to check out the july issue where i talk about what it means to me to be headed to the olympics to represent new zealand, my daily routines, and my life outside of swimming! see you all in paris đ€
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yourbff: you are so effortlessly gorgeous please đ«
thenzteam: we are lucky to have you y/n!
user1: my favorite kiwi
user2: omg not y/n revealing sheâs a huge fan of f1!! wait till oscar hears about this
user3: oscar who?
user2: heâs a formula 1 driver who has a massive crush on y/n
user3: omg not a vroom vroom aussie for my girl đ
user4: stop they would be perfect đ they give the same energy
user2: heâs hiding in the likes đ
iamrebeccad: some of the best shots iâve ever seen! congrats on being in vogue and going to the olympics â€ïž
ynuser: i took notes from the pro đ«¶đ»
user2: omg rebecca is here too
williamsracing has posted a video
user12: LOSCAR MY LOVES
user5: alex and logan are my fav duo im going to miss them so much
user6: james when i catch you!!! how dare you break up our family
user4: GUYS Y/N MENTIONED
user9: the way oscar blushes omg
user10: mans is down bad we have to get her to notice him
user11: alex best be texting lily rn to make that connection! our boy has like no game
user12: stoppp iâm sure he has some đ
user11: idk heâs so quiet and reserved
user12: nahhh itâs always the quiet ones ok
user8: y/noscar is my roman empire
user13: letâs get my man to the paris
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user10: hey babes, congrats on the olympics. im here to lyk abt a very cool, very polite young man named oscar piastri
yourbff: make us proud y/n
ynuser: iâll do my best đ
user2: you should visit monaco and oscar piastri next
lilymhe: yayyyy letâs goooooo y/n!!! iâll be cheering for you!!
ynuser: omg lily!! itâs been too long since iâve seen you! letâs do something once iâve won the gold đ
lilymhe: yes please đ«¶đ»
lilymhe: also alex told me to tell you that you have got to come to a grand prix soon - zandvoort maybe?
oscarpiastri: good luck y/n!
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ynuser: youâre looking at the fastest woman in the 1500 freestyle! semifinals here we come đłđż
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yourbff: being able to be poolside cheering you on is my favorite thing
ynuser: i love you
alex_albon: congrats y/n! canât wait to see you soon đ
user16: ALEX WHAT ARE YOU EOING HERE
user18: SEE YOU SOON????
user22: alex is taking his job as matchmaker seriously
thenzteam: aotearoa is so proud you â€ïž
ynuser: đ€
oscarpiastri: congrats y/n!! youâre going to get the gold i just know it
ynuser: thank you oscar!! iâm certainly going to try
user2: oscar jumping up and down in his driver room rn
landonorris: user2 he is celebrating yes
user2: LANDODNJE
logansargeant: oscarpiastri thanks for saving my dog from that burning building the other day
alex_albon: thanks oscarpiastri for lending me your lambo last week
ynuser: wow! oscarpiastri can you lend me your lambo?
oscarpiastri: ynuser that can be arranged
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thenzteam: sheâs done it!!! y/n has won gold in the 1500 freestyle! you have made new zealand, aotearoa so very proud đżđłđż
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ynuser: beyond proud to be a kiwi! đ€
yourbff: you are a star!!! iâm so proud of you
thenzteam: we love you đ«¶đ» now itâs time for you to get some rest!
user18: LETS GOOO Y/N!!!!
user20: i love watching women succeed
lilymhe: CONGRATS MS GIRL
alex_albon: yes!!! congrats ms y/n!!!!!
oscarpiastri: bwoah!! letâs go!
user22: oh oscar is this all youâve got
landonorris: user22 nah heâs got more just give him a minute
oscarpiastri: lando please
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lilymhe: i missed you so much my olympic golden girl. iâm so glad youâre here đ«¶đ»
ynuser: i missed you too my queen đ§Ą
user28: OMG YOURE IN ZANDVOORT OMG OMGOMGOGKGOGMGMGG
iamrebeccad: the way i jumped for joy when you told me you were coming!!! i canât wait for dinner tonight
ynuser: neither can i!! i am really looking forward to meeting carlos too
user44: zandvoort!!! on race weekend!!!!! youâre giving our polite cat a chance!!!!
user45: girly we know exactly where you are đ€
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ynuser: some much needed downtime after paris but donât worry i still got some laps in đ„č
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user56: not her tagging mclaren and not oscar LOL
user87: THOUGHT YOU COULD SNEAK IN THATBLAST PIC HUH
user45: thatâs gotta be oscar
user87: itâs absolutely him ainât no way
mclarenf1: was wonderful getting to have an olympic gold medalist in our garage this weekend!! thank you for visiting đ§Ą
ynuser: thank you for having me mclaren đ§Ą
oscarpiastri: hey thatâs my car
ynuser: yeah and you didnât let me borrow it like you said you would đ
oscarpiastri: iâll lend you one thatâs a little less dangerous! youâre precious cargo after all đ
landonorris: ok , leave me out of the pics⊠i thought we were friends??
ynuser: my bad dawg! didnât realize we were chill like that
landonorris: well weâre not anymore!!
alex_albon: my work here is done! team torque for the win
logansargeant: mission accomplished
lilymhe: girls u know everyone can see your comments
user45: CONFIRMED! THANKS ALBONO AND LOGIE
user46: AHHHHHHHHHHHH
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a/n: another olympic reader!!! i love sports player reader. next up - olympic!tennis!reader.
a/n: made some updates to my blog and made a masterlist wahoo!! ty for all the support
summary : when the shimmer athlete meets the speed athlete
tw : fluff, a little chaos, suggestive
fc: Claire Wolford *she is so pretty-*
a/n : So this was requested anonymously, so if you are seeing this, Hope you like it đ« AND before anyone jumps on me for using Daniel, itâs just one comment and the meme was started by him !!
user9 her boyfriend đ
user10 WHAT-!?
user10 POOKIE IS TAKEN đđ„č
user11 who is he đ€
user12 a driver đ
user13 * formula one driver
landonorris BEST SISTER EVER â€ïž
ynwolford BEST BROTHER EVER â€ïž
landonorris bro đ
ynwolrford yo u started it
landonorris you looked pretty babes đ§Ąâ€ïžđđ€
ynwolford âșïž
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ynwolford blue and orange ? đ𧥠@ mclaren
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mclaren the color combination for the next livery ?
ynwolford cowboy style đ€ đ€đ
landonorris maybe you could cheer for me in those shorts ? đ
ynwolford stop it you thirsty shorty
landornorris you did not -
ynwolford my kicks are taller than you
landonorris yet still you do the splits for me -
user1 you two, there are kids đ
user2 where the hell did lando pop out from ?
user3 when did the couple comments become so active đ
chandidayle Y/N, please behave, there are kids
user4 THANK YOU CHANDI
georgerussell Y/N, could you please get us passes for the match ?
ynwolford dw! Tickets for you, Oscar, Alex, Max and Charles are in my bag âđ»
landonorris last time I checked, I was the one who asked you out
ynwolford last time I checked, you always have no pass entry AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND is a DCC đȘđ»
landonorris oh.
user5 I missed the silent relationship comments
user6 they are entertaining tho-
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ynwolford and after 4 years, the Pom-Poms take a rest đ€đđ€đ
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user1 WE WILL MISS YOU đ
user2 genuinely one of the best dcc!!
kelsey_w canât believe we were together through it all đ
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dcccheerleaders once a DCC, always a DCC đđ€ đ€
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landonorris I am so proud of you love đ«¶đ»
ynwolford thank you đ
user3 for once his comment was normal -
user4 no horny comments today
landonorris but I am sad I wonât see you in those shorts
user5 there we go âđ»
user6 the way y/n just ignored -
user7 lando and her are probably doing dirty
user8 STOP TALKING ABOUT THEIR NIGHT LIFE
user9 yes! This is a child account đ
carlossainz55 A great end to your career đȘđ»
ynwolford unemployed besties đ«¶đ»
user10 she did not -
carlossainz55 that hurt đ
ynwolford reality hurts my dear Carlos
landonorris Stop Calling Him âDearâ
ynwolford Dear Carlos đ«¶đ»
georgerussell hi đ
ynwolford dear George đ«¶đ»
alexalbon hi đ
ynwolford dear Alex đ«¶đ»
landonorris STOP đ
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ynwolford and after 2 years, orange is the best đ§Ą
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landnorris aw đ„ș
landonorris cute đ€
landonorris pretty đźâđš
landonorris hot đ„”
landonorris mommy đ
gerogerussell LANDO SHAVED HIS MOUSTACHE!?
ynwolford I asked him too đ
alexalbon â THIS MOUSTACHE IS MY BADGE OF HONOURâ
landonorris whatever the queen says đ€·đ»ââïž
danielriccardio he doesnât even grow pubes
ynwolford sadly, he does now đ
landonorris HEY! cmon babe, you know you love it đ
ynwolford the tree lando, not the jungle đ«·đ»
song inspiration: is it really so strange? by the smiths
author's note: just a soft fluffy comfort fic cause i've been thinking about matty lately and i needed cheering up after the end of kwaf. let's all laugh at the fact that i set a 1k limit on this fic only to fail miserably lmao đ
Mattheo Riddle was not a fan of Mondays.Â
Most of the time, Mattheo spent the first day of the week nursing a hangover and getting higher than a hippogriff at the Astronomy Tower with his friends to achieve equilibrium. The only thing he looked forward to every week was the prospect of riling you up in class. To be fair, it didnât take much to get under your skin. Being himself seemed to do the trick.Â
As he walked through the castle halls, Mattheo smiled to himself as he plotted out all the different ways he could provoke you on this dreadful day. For some sick and twisted reason, he reveled in the fact that only he could manage to rouse such a violent reaction out of you. There was something satisfying about the way your eyes blazed, your rosy cheeks tinged with heat as you told him off.
Maybe he'd flirt with you today. Tell you how good you looked in your short little skirt. Watch as you turned as red as the tie around your neck. His pretty little Gryffindor good girl. In Mattheo's mind, you were his to tease and taunt.
With his usual swagger, Mattheo sauntered into Advanced Transfiguration fully prepared to test out his new tactics on his nemesis, but you were nowhere to be found.Â
At first, he figured that you were just running late. Throughout the duration of your rivalry, Mattheo had never once witnessed you skip class. He wouldâve bet his entire cigarette supply that youâve had perfect attendance since first year. When Professor McGonagall started the lesson and you were still missing in action, Mattheo was understandably concerned.Â
The uneasy feeling in his stomach didnât mean that he was worried about you though. This was purely about mutual benefit. Mattheo couldnât very well have his Transfigurations partner skipping out on lessons. Even though he regularly did so himself. But still, that was different. Everyone knew he was a delinquent. You, on the other hand, were anything but. Until today, youâve probably never missed a class in your life.Â
Mattheo waited. Surprisingly, the two of you had the majority of your classes together. All of which dragged more than usual since you werenât there to yell at him for dicking around. When you still hadn't turned up for Charms or Herbology, he became convinced that something was horribly wrong. Missing one lesson was alarming, but three in a row? That was entirely out of character for you.Â
When Professor Sprout finally dismissed the class, Mattheo sauntered over to Grangerâs desk. As always, she was surrounded by her two dimwit friends who immediately tensed the second he loomed near. Potter and Weasley shot him matching menacing glares, but Mattheo ignored them entirely.Â
âGranger,â he drawled, leaning against the wooden desk. âCare to tell me where my partnerâs been all day?âÂ
The Gryffindor girl appeared a bit perturbed by the question. âWhy do you want to know where Y/N is?âÂ
Mattheo sighed in exasperation and produced the set of notes heâd taken during class. A first for him. He couldnât remember the last time he actually listened to an entire lesson, let alone take notes, but he knew that you would have a million questions for him when you returned. The notes were his way of saving himself from your relentless interrogation.Â
âFigured the little know-it-all would want my notes.âÂ
âY/N is feeling a bit under the weather,â Hermione said cautiously. âI can take the notes to her if youâd like.âÂ
âNo.â Mattheo declared rather suddenly. He cleared his throat and attempted to smooth over the sharp response. âNo, McGonagall tasked me with it. I donât want her docking points from my house when she finds out that you did my dirty work for me.â
Hermione raised a brow. âSure.â The quirk of her mouth told Mattheo that she wasnât convinced by his excuse. âWell, Y/N is resting up in the tower if you fancy a visit.âÂ
After a quick detour to the kitchens, Mattheo made his way over to Gryffindor tower. It was surprisingly easy to gain access to the lionâs den. He simply threatened a third year to let him in and got on with it. They truly needed to upgrade their security measures. One glare was all it took for Creevey to crumble and cave.Â
With a satisfied smirk, Mattheo walked past the gaudy common room. For Salazar's sake, hadn't the Gryffindors ever heard of subtlety? The decor consisted solely of crimson and gold and the furnishings looked like something out of that muggle show his nan loved to watchâAntiques Roadshow. Antique was right. The worn out couch that he passed looked older than him.
Merlin, now he was starting to sound like Malfoy. Mattheo hurried along before he caught the urge to fold origami notes and chuck it at Potter's head. Fortunately for him, the place was devoid of the Chosen One or anyone for that matter.
By now, his fellow classmates were all in the Great Hall eating dinner, which he was thankful for. It was no secret that Mattheoâs presence wouldnât be welcome here and he wasnât really in the mood to fight his way through the Gryffindors just to deliver a note from the kindness of his black heart. Thank Salazar that there wasnât a single soul in the tower to bicker with. Until he reached your dorm, of course.Â
The relationship between the two of you was volatile to say the least. Despite Mattheoâs reputation, you werenât shy about telling him off. When you were first assigned as partners, Mattheo had fully intended to let you do all the work while he skipped class to smoke, but he quickly realized that this would not be the case. You hunted him down at his hideout in the Astronomy Tower and discovered him blissfully sharing some premium grade mirthroot with Theo and Draco. When you found him, you were so angry that you dragged him by the ear all the way to the library, much to the amusement of his friends. Needless to say, Mattheo never missed a study session again.Â
In a way, Mattheo admired you for it. Aside from his friends, everyone in the castle feared him. It was sort of refreshing to have someone call him out on his shit. Especially if that someone was a funny, feisty, ferocious Gryffindor who he enjoyed pestering every chance that he got. Mattheo always did have a penchant for girls with an attitude problem.Â
Even as he knocked on your door, the Slytherin boy couldnât help but chuckle to himself when he heard you grumbling from the other side.Â
âOh, for Godricâs fucking sake, what is it now?âÂ
The door swung open, revealing a very pissed off Y/N. Clad in striped pajamas and fuzzy bunny slippers, you placed a hand on your hip and frowned. Even in the throes of sickness, you still somehow managed to inject venom in your glare. Mattheo grinned like an idiot.Â
âNice slippers, princess.âÂ
You huffed, crossing your arms. âWhat do you want, Riddle?âÂ
âTo make sure my partner doesnât slack.â He waved his set of notes around. âDonât think your sickness excuses you from studying.â
âThis is payback for making you revise with me after you fell off your broom and broke your arm, isnât it?âÂ
Mattheo cringed as he recalled the quidditch accident that sent him to the infirmary for a week. In true Y/N fashion, you were sitting by his bedside with a stack of books in your lap the second he woke up. Madam Pomfrey hadn't even put his arm in a sling yet before you were drilling him on proper spell enunciation and wand movements.
âYou terrorized the infirmary with your mnemonics,â Mattheo said with a dramatic sigh. âItâs my turn now. This is sweet revenge, Y/N.âÂ
You squinted at his barely legible handwriting. âIâm just surprised you took your head out of your arse long enough to take notes.âÂ
âGlad to see that illness hasnât lessened your bite. If anything, those teeth seem a little sharper than usual.â He leaned against the doorframe and smiled down at you. âFeeling a bit feral, princess?âÂ
âWhy donât you come a little closer and find out?â you quipped, baring your teeth at the aggravating boy.Â
The gesture appeared intimidating for a full second until you sniffled and launched into a coughing fit, which made Mattheo frown.Â
âAre you alright?âÂ
âOf course I am. I regularly cough my lungs out on nosy Slytherins whose sole purpose of existence is to make my life a living hell.â
He pressed the back of his hand against your forehead. The way his brow furrowed strangely resembled concern. Mattheo trained his chocolate brown eyes on you, examining the rosiness of your cheeks and the slight pinch of discomfort in your features.
"You're burning up." Mattheo's hand dropped from your forehead to the side of your neck. He pressed his fingers against your pulse point, feeling the erratic beating of your heart underneath his touch. It was strangely intimate. "You have an elevated heart rate."
You flushed and swatted his hand away. "Well, yes. That usually happens when one is ill."
"Come on, you should sit down."
"Don't tell me what to do, Riddle."
Mattheo rolled his eyes before dragging you by the elbow. Your protests fell on deaf ears as he barged his way into your dorm and walked you over to the bed. You watched as he pulled up a chair next to you before rifling through the contents of his backpack. Out of the sordid mess of his belongings, Mattheo produced a small container of soup. With a flick of his wand, he conjured a spoon.Â
âHere, have some of this. It should help.â
As soon as he pried the lid open, the heavenly smell of chicken noodle soup filled your senses. Mattheo scooped up an equal amount of soup and noodle and blew on it to cool it down before tilting it towards you. The sight of him offering you food like you were some helpless toddler was only slightly insulting. You swore to Godric that if Mattheo started making airplane sounds, youâd strangle the bloody twat.
 âI can feed myself, you know.âÂ
âJust eat the damn soup, Y/N.âÂ
You rolled your eyes in return, but obliged nonetheless. Despite the source, you could never resist comfort food.
âChicken noodle soup?âÂ
As soon as you tasted it, you knew that it wasnât just soup. It was your favorite soup. The very same one that Winky made every third Wednesday of the month. You knew because you looked forward to it every time. It was even marked on your calendar. Thatâs how much you liked it.Â
Mattheo nodded absentmindedly. âYeah, I know itâs your favorite so I bribed Winky to make some.âÂ
You furrowed your brows in confusion. âHow do you know itâs my favorite?âÂ
For once in his life, Mattheo looked utterly uncomfortable. He averted his gaze and busied himself by stirring through the carrots and celery. âYou, uh, mentioned it in class once.âÂ
You couldnât help but smile. Maybe it was the fever talking, but you thought that was sweet. âYou remembered that?âÂ
Mattheo looked up, a stray curl kissing the tops of his cheekbones as he met your gaze. The shy smile on his face was alarmingly endearing. Sometimes when you looked at those angelic curls and stupid big, brown eyes, you forgot that you were supposed to loathe him. âOf course. Itâs my favorite too.âÂ
You chuckled, sniffling a little. âItâs like a hug in a cup, right?âÂ
The curly headed boy nodded. âIt totally is.âÂ
After you finished the soup, you expected Mattheo to take his leave. Instead, he inspected the vials of potions laying out on your night stand. He read through every label, frowning a little.Â
âYou should really have some pepperup potion in here.â Mattheo remarked as he arranged the vials one by one. âAre you sure this dose is potent enough? Maybe you should ask them to brew something stronger.âÂ
âPomfrey prescribed them herself. No offense, but I think Iâll take her years of healing experience over your expert opinion.â Mattheo gasped rather dramatically, which made you chuckle. âAs much as I appreciate the notes and the soup, I don't think it's wise for you to stick around. Iâm feeling a bit better, but I might still be contagious.âÂ
Mattheo shrugged. âItâs alright, Iâm not scared of a little cold. Besides, I still have to go over the Transfiguration assignment with you.âÂ
âArenât you worried that Iâll get you sick?âÂ
âNot really,â he said, waving off your concern. âI know youâre going to pester me about everything you missed in class, so I figured Iâd kill two birds with one stone.âÂ
To your surprise, Mattheoâs notes were extremely detailed. It was a bit hard to read given his boyish scrawl, but with a little help in translation, you were making great progress in becoming fluent in Riddle. The more Mattheo explained the concepts and ideas that were discussed in each class, the more baffled you were. You've always known that he was smarter than he let on, but this was borderline impressive.
âHow do you know all of that?âÂ
âI asked.â
âYou asked?â Mattheo stared blankly at your surprised expression. âYou never ask questions in class.âÂ
âI never had to since you're always there interrogating the professor like the little know-it-all that you are. Thanks to your absence, I had to fill your role in class today.â
You grinned. It grew wider and wider, spreading until your cheeks hurt. Mattheo glared at your joyous expression. âWhat? Whatâs that shit eating little grin for?âÂ
âYou missed me.â
Color flooded Mattheoâs cheeks. You were surprised to find how well crimson suited him. It was almost the exact shade of your house colors. âDonât be ridiculousââ
âRiddle, you asked questions in class. You took notes for me. You brought me chicken noodle soup." Mattheo flushed as you pointed out the obvious. "You totally missed me.âÂ
âIf you tell anyone, Iâll hex you.âÂ
âAdmit it, Mattheo. Your day was utterly dull without me.âÂ
Mattheo rolled his eyes, sighing in defeat. âFine, youâve got me. I was bored out of my mind without you around. How else am I supposed to pass the time if youâre not there for me to argue with?âÂ
âThereâs plenty of other people in the castle that you could bicker with.â
âYeah, but theyâre not you.âÂ
He seemed a little shocked by his own statement, but he didn't try to retract it. In fact, Mattheo almost seemed resigned to it.
âCareful, Riddle. It almost sounds like you have a crush on me.âÂ
âIâd have to be a bloody idiot to fall for a girl who absolutely despises me.âÂ
âThat wasnât a denial, you know.âÂ
He pinched the bridge of his nose like the very idea of it vexed him, but you caught the little smile he hid beneath his fingers. Mattheo snatched the notes from your hands. âFocus on the lesson, will you?â He grimaced as soon as the words left his mouth. âI canât believe Iâve just said that. Look at what youâre doing to me, Y/N.âÂ
âYouâll live, Riddle.â You poked a section of his notes that you hadnât quite deciphered. âNow what in the bloody hell is the Gobstopper Ruffian?âÂ
âThe Goblin Rebellion. Merlin, my handwriting isn't that bad.âÂ
âAre you kidding? A kindergartner writes more legibly than this.âÂ
The hours passed while you bickered and bantered. You hated to admit it, but you missed arguing with him too. Laying in bed all day had you positively bored, but yet time passed within the blink of an eye as you went back and forth with Mattheo. Somewhere between discussing the possibility of Longbottom running an underground exotic plant ring and arguing over the best Smiths song, the sun had set over the horizon. Mattheo rubbed his eyes and yawned.Â
âYou look knackered, Riddle,â you teased, patting the spot beside you. âDo you want to lie down for a bit?â
Chocolate brown eyes widened at you. âLie down? With you? On your bed?âÂ
âYes, thatâs typically how people do it.â You smirked as he shot you an apprehensive look. âUnless youâre too scared.ââ
Never one to back down from a challenge, Mattheo lifted the covers and gestured for you to make room. âScoot over, then.âÂ
The jest seemed to have backfired on you because now Mattheo was crawling into bed and making himself completely at home. All the apprehension from earlier melted as he pulled you against him, his chest pressed against your back as he nuzzled into the crook of your shoulder. You stifled a giggle as Mattheo released a satisfied little sigh.Â
Mattheo wrapped his arms around you until you were covered in the scent of amber, cinnamon, and leather. You never expected to unearth the fact that Mattheo Riddle was a great cuddler, but yet here you were, reaping the benefits of this newfound revelation. He slipped his fingers through yours and nuzzled closer.Â
"Who would've known that Mattheo Riddle was such a great cuddler?"
"If you tell anyoneâ"
"You'll hex me. Put a curse on my family. Set my possessions on fire. Yes, I know, Riddle. You keep threatening me, but you never follow through. I'm starting to think that you're losing your touch."
Mattheo squeezed your hip before twining your legs together. "I wouldn't test me, Y/N. You're in a very vulnerable position right now."
You chuckled as he scooted even closer. "Maybe, but you won't do anything."
"Why's that, princess?"
"You like me too much," you retorted, chuckling as Mattheo buried his face in your hair. "One day without me and you're already a needy mess."
"You infuriate me," Mattheo whispered against your ear. "But you're also the best part of my day. I couldn't imagine fighting with anyone else but you, my dear nemesis."
"I totally loathe you, Mattheo Riddle."
He chuckled as you snuggled into him. "I loathe you too, Y/N Y/L/N."
The irony of the statement contrasted with how tangled up you were wasn't lost on you. For two people who supposedly hated each other, cuddling with your enemy had never felt so right. The steady beat of Mattheo's heart lulled you towards sleep. You were slowly succumbing to its hypnotic lullaby until Mattheo's voice broke through the silence.
âY/N?â He murmured against your hair.
You shifted, your eyes feeling heavy as his warmth enveloped you. âHmm?âÂ
Mattheoâs voice was low and gravelly, flowing like honey in your ears. âThis is nice.âÂ
You smiled against the pillow, staring at your intertwined fingers. âBetter than chicken noodle soup?âÂ
You felt him grin against your skin before he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on your temple. âWay better than soup.âÂ
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maxverstappen1 I CAN READ THESE
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yourusername i am keeping my fingers crossed, he has had an incredible season and i think he's going to do everything in his power to end it on a highđ«¶đ»
user4 so well said
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user8 if they ever break up, i'm going to stop believing in loveđ
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charles_leclerc ...
maxverstappen1 ...
carlossainz55 ...sorry...
victoriaverstappen i've missed you so much!!!! so glad to have you back, the boys are excited to see auntie Y/N!!â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
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victoriaverstappen you could never compete with them
maxverstappen1 wow, betrayed by my own blood..
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maxverstappen1 I cannot thank everyone enough. Being on this journey, achieving what we have achieved together this season has been incredible. A massive thank you to the team and for everything they do for us, a shoutout to my family for always supporting me and a special thanks to my Y/N. I couldn't have done any of this without you, I love you.â€ïž
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yourusername watching you race and do what you love is my favorite thing. i'm proud of you beyond words and i can't wait to see what you do in the future. i love you so muchâ€ïžđ«¶đ»
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landonorris well done, mate. the y/n effect was obvious
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yourusername boys, donât worry, you know i support everyone almost equally
landonorris almost?
yourusername iâll always be a redbull girlie at heart
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yourusername he deserves every single win that he gets, he's good. if you believe the sport is boring, don't watch it. stop hating on drivers just because they are successful, you have no idea what it's like to be in their shoes
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christianhorner no
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yourusername words cannot begin to describe the pride i feel when i look at this man. Max, the things you have achieved have completely made me fall in love with you all over again. your dedication, your talent and your craft are a delight to experience and i can't be more grateful to be the one you share life with. i'm looking forward to seeing what the future has in store for you, and know that i'll be with you every single step of the way. i love you, my world championâ€ïž
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maxverstappen1 forever grateful that you exist in my lifeâ€ïži donât know what i did to deserve you
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yoursister the entire family is sending Max the biggest congratulations !!! we canât wait to see both of you to celebrate properly â€ïžâ€ïž
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maxverstappen1 thank you very much !!! looking forward to celebrating with the in-laws â€ïž
landonorris when did you become the simp in the relationship?
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landonorris not really
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user1 Y/N dragging Oscar to Maxâs party is the most Y/N thing ever đđ
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oscarpiastri i am (please send help)
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user4 iâm 100% positive Max couldnât have achieved all of this without Y/N
user5 why? she didnât do anything to help him at all
user4 itâs not all about performance on the track, a lot of factors go into it. sheâs been supporting him for a very long time and that means a lot for someone with a lifestyle like his
user3 exactly, every driver needs someone to help them disconnect from the chaos that follows them all year round during the season
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maxverstappen1 safe to say i remember nothing from last night
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yourusername it might be for the best
maxverstappen1 was i that bad?
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landonorris damn right you don't
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landonorris you downed a whole bottle of tequila in less than half an hour. by yourself.
yourusername while taking sips from my drink as well
so...a thought struck me, what if mingyu decided to teach reader how to pleasure herself since heâd be gone for quite a while due to touring and something just doesnât feel right? Reader starts whining and admits that âit feels so much better when you do itâ đ
Mingyu watching you masturbating / fingering you!
warnings: smut, fingering, squirting, voyeurism, masturbation (all f. receiving)
having an artist boyfriend was something you got used to over the years. you always cheered for him because you knew the love and passion he had for his career, his fans, and his members.
you were with Mingyu before he debuted, and there was something you needed to be well aware of from the beginningâthe tours.
your boyfriend spent weeks, if not months, away from home. of course, sometimes you would join him, but you never spent a lot of time together because of his busy schedule.
during this time, you would pass like in celibacy. you would not please yourself, just as he asked you not to.
he had his needs too, but he always got worried because you would rather stay without masturbating, just feeling needy by yourself when he wasn't home.
so when he came home, you always had the best sex of your life, every time.
Mingyu stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes dark with desire as he watched you spread out before him. you lay back, fingers delicately circling your clit, your other hand squeezing your breast, moaning softly at your own touch. his gaze was intense, filled with both longing and lust.
"touch yourself for me, baby," he instructed, his voice a deep, commanding whisper.
your breath hitched, a shiver running through you at his words. "like this?" you asked, fingers moving faster over your sensitive bud.
"yes, just like that," he growled, his eyes never leaving your body. "I want to see you come undone before I leave. let me watch you, every second of it."
you moaned louder, your body arching slightly as you followed his instructions. "Mingyu... I can't believe you're making me do this."
he smirked, stepping closer to the bed. " keep going, don't stop."
your fingers moved with more urgency now, your breathing becoming ragged. "I wish you were touching me," you panted, eyes locked on his.
he bit his lip, his own arousal evident. "soon, baby. but for now, I want you to show me how badly you need me. how badly you miss my touch."
your hips bucked involuntarily, your body craving release. "Mingyu, pleaseâŠ"
"faster," he commanded, his voice dripping with authority. "I want to see you cum for me. make yourself cum for me."
you obeyed, your fingers working furiously, your moans growing louder, filling the room. "I'm so close," you whimpered, your body trembling on the edge.
"that's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice softening slightly. "let go for me. cum for me."
with a final, desperate cry, you cum, your body convulsing with pleasure. your arousal dripped from your hole, and Mingyu bit his lips to keep himself from diving between your legs to taste you.
"put one finger inside," he instructed, his voice husky and thick with desire.
your breath was still uneven as you complied, your fingers slick with your own juices. you slowly slid a finger inside, feeling your walls clench around the intrusion. "like this?" you asked, your voice trembling.
Mingyu's eyes darkened, his gaze locked on the sight of your finger disappearing inside you. "yes, baby. just like that," he growled. "now, add another one. I want to see you stretch yourself for me."
you whimpered, adding another finger, your back arching at the sensation. "MingyuâŠ"
he groaned, barely holding back his own arousal.
your two fingers squelched with the song of your wet pussy, the sound embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. you felt so exposed, your boyfriend watching you intently, doing nothing but observing. the weight of his gaze made your skin tingle, the embarrassment mixing with arousal.
Mingyu's mind was a whirlwind, picturing you touching yourself while he was overseas, already making him feel dizzy with need. the thought of you so needy, so desperate without him, had his blood boiling. he had to steady himself, his knees faltering at the image.
"Is it good?" he asked, his voice low and thick with desire.
"It feels so much better when you do it," you confessed, your voice barely a whisper.
those words made Mingyu's knees nearly give out. he clenched his fists, trying to maintain control. "fuck, baby," he groaned, his eyes darkening with intensity. "you have no idea what you do to me."
he watched as your fingers moved faster, your hips bucking in response. "I need you, Mingyu," you whimpered, your eyes locking with his. "please."
Mingyu couldn't hold back any longer. with a swift movement, he was on the bed, his hands replacing yours. "let me take over," he murmured, his fingers sliding inside you, finding that perfect rhythm that made you cry out.
your body arched against him, your hands clutching at his arms. "yes, Mingyu. just like that!" you moaned, feeling the pleasure build rapidly.
he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "you better remember this when I'm gone," he growled softly. "and know that I'll be thinking of this every night."
you nodded, too lost in the sensation to respond. his fingers worked you expertly, his thumb circling your clit, pushing you closer to the edge.
It was embarrassing how quickly Mingyu could wash an orgasm over you with just his fingers. your abdomen trembled with sensitivity, and the knot in your stomach tightened almost unbearably.
you arched your back, feeling the heat pooling in your core as Mingyuâs fingers expertly massaged your g'spot, curving upwards with a precision that left you breathless.
a choked moan escaped your lips, followed by a desperate cry. Mingyu continued his relentless assault on your spongy spot, his fingers working you over with an almost possessive intensity. the pleasure was overwhelming, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge.
âoh, Mingyu,â you whimpered, your voice breaking. âI canât⊠Iâm going toâŠâ
âyes, you can,â Mingyu growled, his voice rough and commanding. âI want you to cum for me. Let go.â
with his words, the knot inside you unraveled. your body tensed completely, every muscle going rigid as the orgasm crashed over you in powerful waves. your cries filled the room, raw and uncontrollable, as Mingyuâs fingers never let up, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.
you felt your walls pulse around his fingers, the wet sounds of your release mixing with your heavy breathing. Mingyuâs other hand came up to steady you, his eyes dark and full of desire as he watched you come undone.
âfuck, youâre beautiful,â he murmured, his fingers slowing their movement but never leaving you, keeping you grounded in the aftermath of your climax.
"can I do something before I leave?" Mingyu asked, his voice low and teasing. you looked at him, confused, trying to catch your breath.
before you could respond, one of his hands pressed down on your belly, his fingers curling fast and hard against your g'spot again. you screamed, your body jerking as you tried to squirm away, but he held you firmly in place. the hand on your belly and the relentless assault on your most sensitive spot made your mind go blank.
"Mingyu, please!" you pleaded, your voice a desperate mix of arousal and overstimulation.
he just smiled, his expression one of satisfied determination. "just one more, baby. I know you can do it," he murmured.
âMingyu, wait, Iââ you try to protest, but the words turn into a moan as his fingers move with relentless speed.
The hand on your belly and the fingers on that spotâhe knows exactly what heâs doing.
you let out a strangled moan, feeling yourself teeter on the edge of something even more intense than before. the pressure builds until you canât hold back, and with a final cry, you squirt all over his hands, arms, and the bed.
Mingyuâs face lights up with a satisfied smile as he watches you, his eyes filled with pride and desire. your legs tremble pathetically, your body completely spent. you sulk at him, embarrassed.
he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. âI just wanted to give you something to remember me by...â he whispers.
Summary: Billy involves himself in a physical fight over you.
Warnings: violence, swearing, blood
Wc: 1,347
A/n: uh- this is my very first time writing a Billy fic so pls bear w me (especially w how they talk and stuff) bc in the the series I donât really find Billy talking like how ppl write abt him (absolutely not hate whatsoever to those who do, I absolutely love ur fics find you all so talented đ) so Iâll try my best to be as accurate as I can. Do let me know if I make a mistake so I can improve :)
Divider by @pommecita
"I'd fuck her any day if she wasn't whoring herself for him," Ollinger slurs, throwing his head back to let the contents of the bottle run down his throat as the men around him laugh. Billy's head pikes up at the sound. Typical Ollinger, talking about some woman as if she was an object.
Billy watches from the other side of the room as he continues to talk to them, his voice becoming louder by the second. "hot for a fucking gringo, and that's saying something," He shakes his head his eyes half close by how wasted he was.
"Wonder how Billy would feel if I had her, don't think he's too keen on sharin?" He nudges the guy beside him before bursting out laughing. Hearing this, he realises that Ollinger was talking about you. Calling you a whore.
He slammed the bottle in his hand down on the table making a loud noise. Pat Garrett and Jessie slightly flinch before they look up at Billy who was already standing, fuming.
"What's goin' on?" Pat asks, his eyes trying to follow Billy's line of gaze. Billy doesn't answer, instead, he storms over to where Bob Ollinger was and his friends. They were all laughing until one of the guys ushered everyone and tapped Ollinger to face Billy.
He slowly turned around, seemingly not bothered by Billy's presence or the fact that he towered over him. "Have something to say 'bout my girl Ollinger? Hm?" He stands his ground, taking another swig of his alcohol as he maintains eye contact with Billy. Everyone in the room had quietened down, eyes trained on the two who never got along.
"Maybe. Wanna hear what I gotta say Billy?" He smirks as Pat Garret and Jessie had already stood up from where they were. Billy narrows his eyes at the man. "I think she's a pretty little gringa you got there, but she needs a real man, not some kid like you-" "You're fucking pathetic, y'know that?" Billy spat, venom laced in his words.
Ollinger seemed to have sobered up when he said that. He looked at Billy with pure rage. "Whatâd you call me, boy." His blood was boiling at this point. "I said." Billy steps closer, "You're fucking pathetic." He threw a punch at his jaw as Ollinger falls back from the impact and his lack of balance.
At this point the room was cheering the two on as they throw punches at each other. Ollinger swings at Billy but misses, he was glad he wasn't drinking as much that night. He then lunges and aims towards Billy's stomach, knocking him onto the table as all its contents fell on the floor. "C'mon Billy get up!" Garrett pushes him back up.
Billy had a busted lip and a cut on his eyebrow as a trail of blood fell down the side of his face. However, it was nothing compared to the damage he did on Ollinger. "Call a whore one more time, I dare you," Billy yelled, throwing punch after punch as he was on top of him. "Billy! Billy stop!" Billy heard your familiar voice but didn't stop. All he could see was red.
From the moment you stepped foot out of your carriage that dropped you off in front of the pub, you knew a brawl of some sort was going on inside by the way you could hear cheers and the noise of furniture being knocked over.
You hurriedly walk in. You couldn't see what was going on over the tall people who stood in front of you. Weaving your way through the crowd to try and see what the commotion was about, you bumped into Jessie. "Woah there-" "Jessie, what's going on? Where's Billy?" You quickly ask him before your eyes fall onto him.
He was on top of Ollinger, throwing punch after punch. Your eyes widen in horror as you try to go to him but was held back by Jessie who had an arm around your shoulder. "Let me go! I need to stop him Jessie!" You struggle against his iron like grip. "Can't have you get involved in fight, sweetheart. Canât let you goin' home with a scratch on your pretty face now can I?"
He says against the side of your face as you squirm, helplessly watching the fight. There was blood everywhere and you feared that Billy had killed Ollinger. "Jessie!" You thrash in his grip before he gives Garrett a look who nods and quickly breaks up the fight.
"That's enough, Billy. You got what you wanted," Pat and few other guys pulled Billy back who was breathing heavily, blood covered his shirt and hands. Billy spits on the ground. "All right, show's over!" Jessie yells as people start leaving. Ollinger gets pulled up by a few others as he's dragged away, his body limp.
"Don't you fucking go near her! You hear me Ollinger?" Billy yells before he spits more blood out. "Enough, Billy!" You exasperated, kneeling beside him to take his face in your hands, inspecting it.
Thank god there wasnât much damage, only a busted lip and a cut on his eyebrow. âFor godâs sake Billy! What happened now?â You search his eyes as he stares back at you, blankly. You catch Pat and Jessie looking at you before their eyes find the floor rather interesting. You stand up, dress already spotted in crimson as you brush the loose strands of your hair behind your ears, âWhat happened here?â
~
You made a beeline to your bathroom. Billy closed the door behind him and sat on the edge of her bed, he let out a groan before falling back onto the soft mattress. He starts to sit up when he hears you walk back in, a first aid kit in your hands.
You hadn't spoken a word to him since the two of you left the pub and came back to your house. You were grateful that your parents were away for the week, they would have thrown a fit if they saw you covered in blood and Billy batted up.
Moving to stand in between his legs, Billy lifts his hands up to rest on your hips but you slap his hands away. "Darlin'-" "I don't want to hear it Billy," You say, annoyance dripping from you voice as he hisses at the contact of disinfectant on his cut.
Billy lets out a sigh, his eyes trained on your angel like face as you attend to his face. "I'm sorry, I really am-" "Five times. Five times you've gotten into a fight because of me." You scoff, tilting his head firmly as you go over his eyebrow.
"You told me you would stop Billy. I can't keep playing nurse with you because you can't bite your tongue," You make eye contact with him. "You expect me to just sit around and do nothing when some guy is calling you my whore?" Billy's voice gets louder as he furrows his eyebrows at you.
You gulp, eyes looking everywhere but him. "Look at me!" He grips your chin with his thumb and index finger, "You've known me long enough to know I ain't that type of guy," He spoke, his eyes darkening.
"And you've known me long enough to know that I can handle whatever they call me. I don't need you getting into a fight every time someone foul mouths me," Your eyes begin to water. You hated seeing Billy like this. You hated how most of his fights revolved around the topic of you.
"They're all worth it, doll. You're worth it." Billy wipes away the singular tear that managed to escape. You sniffle lightly before he pulls you onto his lap, your arms securing themselves around his neck as he strokes your hair.
"Try not to get into another fight because of me," You mutter, your fingers drawing random shapes on his back as you hear him chuckle, "Can't keep any promises, darlin'" He kisses your hair as the two of you hold each other.
ynfan6 y/n posting on her story that she had to change last minute because of the rain is making me giggle...
ynfan44 I MET HER OMFG !!
âłynhamfan1 OMG you're so lucky !! what was she like ?!??!
âłynfan44 she was so sweet !! i told her that i wish i could've met lewis but he was like running lol.. and she laughed and then literally PULLED OUT A SIGNED LEWIS HAT !! i almost cried.. we took a pic then she went into lewis' driver room.
âłynhamfan1 omfg that's actually so crazy i would've pass out đ
lhamfan67 wonder if were gonna get another insta story selfie saying "omw to watch my man secure a podium đđ"...?
ynlewisupdates Seeing red in Canada for race day !! Y/n is again watching the race from lewisâ driver room !
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lhamfan68 they are such cuties đ«¶
ynhamfan44 hopefully weâll see her in the merc garage soon
âłlhamfan91 sheâs been at the podiums..
âłynhamfan44 yeah but we donât really have pics of it..it would be nice to see her being supportive
âłlhamfan91 it would be nice for you ?? heâs said how supportive she is⊠your just being weird đ
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yourinstagram this weekend in london with family has been so lovely, got to celebrate my nieces birthday then saw lew stand on the podium at home !! a weekend filled with many happy tears đ„Č â€
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lhamfan28 awww the little kid with roscoe
yoursister baby khai missed you !! she love's her uncle lewis đ
âłyourinstagram awwe love you !! đ
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lewishamilton im so lucky to have you in my life... i love you so much !! đâ€
âłyourinstagram i love you more than you'll ever know !!!!!!! đ„°
ynlvrr44 i love seeing y/n so happy in a relationship !!
carmenmmundt lovely to meet you beautiful girl !!
âłyourinstagram sooo nice to meet you angel !!
devonleecarlson most perfect girl in the world đȘđ
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lewishamilton Thereâs no place like home with the people you love !! Every year Iâm blown away by the love and energy here. Without it, the team and I wouldnât have had the result that we did. Still a ways to go, but Silverstone I love you deep ~
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yourinstagram indescribable amount of love for you !! đ
âłlewishamilton love you love you love you my pretty girl !!! â€
lhamfan55 oh to be loved like y/n by lewis
georgerussell63 congratulations on the podium đđŒ !!
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devonleecarlson my pretty girlfriend
âłlewishamilton well MY pretty girlfriend...
âłyourinstagram nothing wrong with sharing me lew đ€đ
âłlewishamilton as long as i dont have to share all of you đ
âłdevonleecarlson okay gross, don't do that in front of me take it to the bedroom...đ
OIKAWA, KUROO, BOKUTO showing you that he belongs to you and you to him
⥠NOTES âź I'M BACCKKK! and I'm super excited, can;t wait to fangirl w/ y'all! I'm gonna cri đ I miss my boys sm T^T bokuto's made me giddy and kuroo's got me smiling like shit...don't get me started with oikawa!
OIKAWA
You were on the sidelines watching the man you adored so much being adored by so many other girls. No lies, some of them were prettier than you, youâd think. They could be a good match for your boyfriend. Â
Still, you didnât bother. Tooru always assured you of your worth and how perfect you were for him in every senseââthe most beautiful in his eyes. Â
Tooru delivered an impactful serve, and the crowd cheered including the other girls beside you. Even from afar, he sent you a smile with a matching flirty wink. The girls squealed with so much giddiness, probably thinking it was for them.
He cast another glance at you, which you returned primly. Â
You were always his number one fan. You might not be on par with him when it came to Volleyball, but you didnât mind being his cheerleader, his anchor and the source of his strength whenever heâd feel inadequate. Â
You were secured and not moved by how many fangirls he had until now. The reporter pulled Tooru to the side together with a known female Volleyball player whoâs around the same age as him. Â
The two of them were the top players of their teamsâthe most competent. The reporter and everybody else simply admired seeing the both of them side by side. Â
âOh! They look so good together!â You heard those around you murmured. Â
âMaybe theyâre dating...â The others speculated.Â
A bitter sting gnawed inside you. The image of Tooru happily playing Volleyball with a partner who could really challenge him head-to-head was making it difficult for you to breathe. Â
You were lost in your thoughts when you suddenly felt a hand around your wrist, gently dragging you somewhere. Â
T-Tooru? Â
He brought you by his side and laced his arm firmly around you.Â
âPractice and perseverance are totally the keys in winning but for me itâs not just that,â Tooru responded to the reporter. âWe all need a lucky charm, I tell you.â He pulled you closer to him, shifting his gaze to lovingly study your face, saying, âAnd I got mine right here.â Â
You blushed, feeling the heat crawling all over your face. The crowd squealed and hollered yet they didnât matter in that moment. Â
The reporter ended the interview with lighthearted teasing directed at you and Tooru, prompting the start of the last match. Â
âHow âbout a good luck kiss, huh?â He teased. Â
âW-Whatâre y-â You werenât even able to finish as he already placed a sweet peck on your lips. âTooru!â You complained when he parted, and he replied by playfully sticking his tongue out. Â
Your fingers travelled your lips. Perhaps, youâve got nothing to worry about after all. Â
KUROO
Itâs a big day for you and your boyfriend. It would be the first time heâd be giving a welcome remarks to open his institutionâs black-tie event. You were even proud to be the one who did his speech. Â
As his extra special plus one, he never left your side with both of you just keeping things, hands to yourself, acting as a professional and sober couple.Â
However, you were bothered to say the least. You always knew that you had a fine boyfriend. He looked straight out of a novel after all. Tall, handsome and with a good suit to complete the look. Â
Tetsurou seemed like every billionaire bad boy in the books youâd encounter in bookstoresâ new adult section. Itâs no wonder that the girls in his company party all had their eyes on him like heâs a piece of hunky meat theyâd jump on at any moment.Â
Deep inside, youâd want to be swallowed by the universe below. You were never insecure about your looks, well, maybe sometimes you were like right now! Were you not even pretty enough for them to keep their attraction to themselves? Were you not playing the eye candy part so well? Â
Do you even look good beside him?Â
Black dress, pretty face and hypnotic smile all amplified by the sweet scent of honeyâyouâre Kurooâs most prized possession, not that he treats you as an object. Well, yes, to put it simply youâre the object of his desires, adoration and affection. Â
Wasnât it obvious that you were with him? Yeah right, call him petty, but he couldnât bear the eyes of these bastards on you. Â
Hell, pretty was even an understatement when it came to you. As much as he wanted you to be revered for being the goddess that you are, he still couldn't accept all the gawking youâre receiving and him being disregarded like he wasnât even there when heâs the boyfriend, the future husband and the forever person. Â
He promised heâd behave himself and keep the PDA on low since todayâs a formal event, but it looked like he wonât be keeping up with that anymore.Â
Jolted, your shoulders rose as Tetsu slithered his arm around your waist. He tugged you closer to him so you were both attached to the hip. You just froze in surprise when he leaned, placed a kiss on your forearm and dropped another one on your shoulder. Â
You felt the heat rushing to your face. Your eyes held his as they met. âWhat...what are you doing?â you whispered and he propped his chin on your shoulder. Â
âShowing them who you belong to.âÂ
Internally, youâre partying. Youâd be lying to say that you didnât want that because you definitely want to show all these girls that Tetsu would only have his eyes on you. âOkay, just donât overdo it.âÂ
A lopsided grin appeared on his face. âNot very sure about that.âÂ
You were standing, waiting for him in anticipation at the airport. This was the moment youâd been waiting for and your face immediately lit up after seeing him walk from the arrivals. His eyes were still sleepy with his pillow still latched around his neck. Â
In anticipation, you took a step forward approaching him, but the reporters and his fans beat you to it. Now, heâs swarmed with the crowd taking pictures and asking him questions. Some of them were even bumping into you and all you could do was watch. You were just a mere ordinary citizen, lurking in the shadows of those who admire him. Â
You clutch on your chest. You were truly happy for him. Genuinely happy for the recognition heâs receiving. He deserved every bit of it, but...How youâd wish to be closer to him. Be the home he goes back to where he could be just Koutarou, the loving and silly boy you came to love. You just missed him so much.Â
A bitter smile appeared on your face, surrendering to your fate until his eyes met yours across the sea of people. He glowed radiantly, beaming at the sight of you. Without hesitation and despite everybody else around, he made a way for himself towards you.Â
With so much excitement, you yelped as he hugged you tight and carried you that your legs hooked around him in reflex. Koutarou peppered kisses over your face cooing so lovely that he finally got to see and be with his most adorable Y/N. You giggled, getting a little ticklish with his kisses. Â
âBabe, babe! Not here!â You protest in middle of chuckling. âThere are people around.âÂ
Koutarou pouted. âBut I miss you so much.âÂ
âMe too,â you said in a wide grin and he giggled like a school kid finally getting his favorite toy as present. Â
He rubbed his nose against yours. âLetâs go home!âÂ