Yanxiao

22 y/o | he/him | Chinese-American I can speak Tagalog ig?

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Batfamily - masterlist with child/teen readers

Batfamily & male!reader, PART 2

Hi! Sorry I don’t know if you’re st ill taking requests but if you are, can I request a male!vigilante!Y/N. he’s likes 13-15 (younger than Tim but a older than Damian). He’s a orphan and been the infamous vigilante who goes by Jinx. He’s like super duper smart and knows martial arts and overall a total badass. The bat family has been trying to catch him for a couple of months now since he’s been like stealing their missions. Y/N just finished stopping a drug dealing near the docks. He’s about to leave when night wing and Robin (Damian) jump in front of him. They fight and robin kicks him in the ocean, knocking him out. When nightwing sees he’s not coming back, he goes and rescues him. So like they take him back to the bat cave and they put him in a cell and interrogate him, they find out he’s just a kid, a orphan and knows their secret identities (cause like I said, he’s super smart) Bruce decides to adopt the kid saying something like that it’s ether being adopted or going to jail. And Y/N and Damian aren’t happy about but have no choice and yeah that’s it. Sorry if it’s complicated or long - REQUEST

Batfamily & gn!reader - platonic

Can I request a gn!reader x batfam? The reader is in the batfamily business and is the 2nd youngest. They’re on a mission with the others, when they get hit by a alien tech which turns the reader into a toddler (2-3 years old?)😱 so the batfamily had to take care of the reader till they find an antidote. You can end it with the reader being turned back to their original age? - REQUEST

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

May i request a baby bat (preferably male) that's left at home with a babysitter (it was after Alfred's surgery or he could just be sick but he's resting) while everyone is out on missions and the babysitter is completely ignoring the babies cries for food and a diaper change while titus is trying to comfort him (btw i noticed that you write titus as doberman even though he's a great dane? Please don't take offense i didn't know if this was on purpose or not so i just thought I'll point it out!) baby ends up crawling out of his crib, out of the doggy door and into the streets in only a diaper and shorts and of course titus is right behind, every time baby tries to go into traffic titus is gently nudging him away with his snout , every time a random person tries to pick up the baby and take him to the police titus is not having it, until eventually word reaches the batfam about this and they go to investigate and the unbelievable anger they felt after watching the camera footage of inside their house, you can choose what happens to the babysitter but family fluff with the baby please! Sorry if this is long i just heard from other writers that the more details they have the easier it is to write, thank you!

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Can I request a batfamily x male reader where reader is the youngest member(just a few months or so younger than Damien) and brings home a tiger he’s somehow managed to tame and is trying to convince his family to let him keep it?

Batfamily & male!reader, PART 2 - platonic

Batfamily x teen!reader who’s like younger than Timmy but older than dami, and he’s also a vigilante and were one before being taken in by the family. Anyways he has been with the family for a little while now and he’s close with every member, heck even he’s even close with the JL. But the batfamily doesn’t really know much about the reader’s past, and it’s a big deal if the world greatest detective doesn’t know ether. So a mission goes wrong and the reader is hurt so they obviously have to remove some of their clothing to treat him and they are shocked when they find many scars on the reader’s body. They decide to ask them about it when he wakes up. Once the reader wakes up and sees his body wrapped in bandages, he panics and has a panic attack because he knows they know about his scars now. One of the family member comes in and calms him down, and once’s he’s calm, they ask about how he got these scars. The reader knows he can’t keep lying anymore so he reluctantly tells them. His backstory is like Damians and cass. His father has a clan of his own and he trained the reader from birth to be the best assassin in the world. His punishments and training were harsher than Damian’s even. But he ran away from all that when he was 10. By the time he finishes the rest of the family is there and heard everything, he just breaks down crying again and the whole family now comforts him, telling him he’s safe now. IM SORRY IF YOUR UNCOMFORTABLE BY THIS :(

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Baby bat who gets kidnapped by lex Luthor but has no clue what’s happening like he’s being taken to metropolis and baby bats is like are we thiere yet singing and being a menace Thiere confused on why an ugly bald guy is taking them out but Luthor gets fed up and leaves the kid somewhere and they just vibe

Batfamily & male!reader, part 2 - platonic

I hope it’s not too weird but can I request batfam a batbro!reader, older than Damian but younger then Tim that isn’t very emotional when it comes to death? Like they don’t understand why people are so hysterical over death. Maybe an animal died and they just go “oh they’re dead” like it was nothing. Hope ur doing well, I’m projecting so much with this but I can’t wait to see what you do if you do. I love ur writing, can’t wait to read more 🫶

Batfamily & male!reader, part 2 - platonic

Another request, hope it’s not bad. But batbro!reader who was raised to be perfect. Who’s older than Damian bur younger than Tim. But I was thinking maybe Bruce and readers mum have split custody and his mum is very demanding, the reader doing things like music and ballet (I just love dancing bc I was a dancer) and their mum pushes them to be perfect, in that and schoolwork and belittles then if it’s not perfect. Like they are worse than most of the family, not sleeping and always studying or pushing his body to the limits with practice. The family is going to a dancing competition for Cassandra and the reader is performing but they don’t know, reader not getting first place and they see how his mother reacts badly, maybe belittling the reader, their reaction maybe. Hope it makes sense, if you are uncomfortable with it dw🫶. I’ve seen so many assassin or killer ones.

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Oh god, i don't have any specific scenarios but i would really like to see some more babybat reader? Maybe batfam and a foodie baby? One where he's the happiest when he's eating

Batfam & male!reader - platonic

I'd like to see how batfam deal with babybat (not necessarily baby like 4 or 5) that's obsessed with video games? Like first thing he does in the morning is turn on his playstation before he even has breakfast or anything, maybe Bruce takes him out to get some outside time but instead he's just pointing out how some things look like this certain game he played etc, and basically the only way his brothers can interact with him is if they asked to play with him

Batfam & male!reader - platonic

Hey, I was wondering if you could do the Batfam with a Teen Former black Widow ( sorry English isn't my first language)

Batfam & male!reader - platonic

Can I request a batfamily discovering that Bruce has another biological son(who’s reader and is the second youngest) but also that reader is stuck in a abusive home and they go to save him from it?

Batfam & male!reader - platonic

Im so sorry ,in advance, its okey to ignore the request Batfam x child here this scenario: Batfam where on a mission catching some criminals, like usual but then hearing crying noise on the dark alleyways, when Batman or anyone in the batfamily check to see, When they looked, they saw a crying child with little bit blood on their face , they asked “why are they crying?are you hurt?” or “ are you okey? What happened?” The child pointed at darkest corners of the alley. they looked where the child was pointing at, they saw two of the parents died in the same manner like Batman backstory , when the child look up at them still crying , they lift their arms and said “ c-can I-i *sob*have a-a hug?*sob* p-please” How would the batfamily react? Or what to do to calm the child reader

Batfam & male!reader - platonic

Batfam x little bat bro The batbro is a really quiet kid, not non-verbal, just hardly ever talks. He's just quiet all around, when walking, eating, doing whatever. He also likes to stare a lot. Just imagine the kid suddenly appearing in front of Bruce's desk , you can just see his little grabby hands and the upper part of his face, and he just stares. Definitely is the one to accidentally scare them with suddenly appearing even tho he's been here the whole time. The definition of this --->●_●

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Yk the one where batbro reader meets the justice league and the leave absolutely loves him? Could you do one with the young justice with Tim or teens titans with dick or the outlaws with Jason?

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Okay hear me out, reader x batfamily okay? The reader is 2nd youngest (like 14) and recently during a mission, they got sent to alternate reality where they’re a bad guy, and witnessed themself kill the batfamily? Obviously you don’t have to write out that part if it makes you uncomfortable, but any ways. Once they return they distant themselves from the family beacuse they’re scared they’re going to hurt the family and turn out like the other evil them? The batfamily has enough of this after a while and corners them and kinda pressures them into telling what’s going on with them, and the reader kinda breaks down and says what they saw and that they’re scared they’re going to hurt their family. The batfam comforts them and tells them that, their nothing like their evil self? Somethin like thattt

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Batbro rwader who gets the flu or has bad fever but refuses to rest and still wants to go on patrol? (2nd youngest like 2 years older than dami) PRETTY PLEASEEEEE

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Heyo, can I ask for a bat!bro reader who’s around 16 or 17 and they find out that he smokes and drinks? And sometimes some drugs. And he (tries to) hide it from everyone? If not it’s ok, and I hope ur doing good. Can’t wait to see what you write 🫶

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Hi! Could you do a Batfam x teen reader, where the reader does illegal street race, he sneaks out at night to go those race, and the Batfam found out about it ! Thank you ;)

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Can we get fic where male batbro x batfamily, where his school is having a field trip to Wayne enterprises? I’m not sure if you watch marvel or read marvel fics but it’s basically likes the ones where peters has a field trip to go stark industry’s. Anyways, so Bruce and Tim work their right? Tim is the co-ceo and Tom is just teasing him the whole time Tim gives a tour but when they took a break for the the kids to eat and stuff. Tim walks in on someone picking on batbro reader, the batbro reader doesn’t care that much but Tim does. Tim just gets protective of him and kinda threatens the bullies with a smile?

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Can you do a batfam x baby bro reader? Where Bruce puts reader in a Batman onesie and it was cute and when they boys see it they all start fighting, which turns physical quick, over who’s costume reader should wear a onesie of next

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

My latest obsession > motorcycles ,i know so many people call them death machines but i can't help but get heart eyes when i look at them, anyways i wanted to know how would the batfam react to the youngest family member batbro reader being like that? I'm especially curious about Bruce, will he buy a whole garage for his kid? Or try to steer his interest somewhere else? Also i think Jason will try to be reader's riding buddy <3

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Could you do a batfam x batbro reader? Where reader is the 2nd youngest and they all accidentally forget his birthday, and they see him all teary eyed and they all feel really guilty and go to apologize to him except plot twist, batbro also forgot that it was his birthday and was teary eyed because he saw a really emotional scene in a video game he was playing and it made him tear up

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Can I ask for a follow up on Australian bat!bro reader where he gets annoyed bc they won’t let him drink alcohol or smth? Here in Australia there is alot of underage drinking. (I mean I got high and tipsy at my 17th birthday party with parental permission💀) Just thinking about the culture shock most of them would get 😭

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Hey, I love your fics. I wanted to request a bat!bro reader who’s 16 where Bruce has split custody with his mum (he grew up with his mum and wanted split) but it turns out his mum was just using him to get money from Bruce and is kind of neglectful? And he always gives it to her bc he’s a mamas boy? Stay safe and don’t forget to stay hydrated <33

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Hello, I was wondering if you could do a Batfam x teen reader, who does figure skating?

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Hello, firstly I love your writings ! I was wondering if you could do a Batfam x teen reader, who is like the winter soldier from Marvel? He has a Metal arm and has been trained to be a weapon . Only if you want to, of course. have a good day !

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Could you do batfam x baby bat reader? Where reader is a tiny force of chaos who likes to run around and cause mischief, and the only person he’s perfectly behaved with (aside from Alfred) is Damian, and while the rest of the family is trying to figure out why, Damian is just being smug cause even as an infant his little brother obviously knows who his superior brother is

Batfamily & male!reader, PART 2 (requested by @stealing-kneecaps) - platonic

Hi, this is my first time asking here I really love your work and also the whole reason me going into the DC fandom really... Anyway, back to my request can you do like a fluffy interaction with the batfamily when child (male or gn) reader told them that they had a "boyfriend" at school. Not entirely sure if this is really you're cup of tea and if not you can ignore it.

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Hello I was wondering if you could write a teen male reader with the Batfam. The reader is super into technology and hacking stuff and kinda helps the fam in the background of mission Thanks you!

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Can you do a teen reader (younger than Damian by 1 or 2 years) x batfam, where he is spider man? (I mean kinda like miles morales, he has electricity powers but his webs are organic too and doesn’t need a web shooters.) he is Bruce’s biological child and his mother died, yk his canon event and what not. So he has to move to Gotham and isn’t happy about. Just distant and all. One night He sneaked out and bought a train ticket and went to New York, and was only spider man and just slept in somewhere. So the batfamily tracked him to New York, and while looking for him, they bump into him as spider man. They have to team up to find a villian but reafer gets hurt in the end and his mask fell off and they see it’s reader? They bring him and just have a talk when he wakes up and they come to conclusion for him to join the family in their fighting in Gotham?

Batfamily x male!reader - platonic

Hello author. I hope your having a splendid day May I request a reader x batfamily ( a year younger than Damian) They are a Demi god of lightning and electricity. He has been having a hard time with cases and failing and stuff like that, too much pressure. And he’s kind of hitting his breaking point. So during a fight with a villain, alone. The villain corrupts the reader and makes him evil. For a few months he became a villain and barely anyone could stop him. The batfamily at first didn’t know it was him but during a mission that was orders by the villain that corrupted him, to kill Althea (your oc) but Althea got away with injures but saw his face and told her mom and her mom told bats. So with this new information the batfamily were more devastated . With the help of the justice league the batfamily are in a show down with the reader, somewhere near a cliff and they fight and while also talking about their memories together. Reader was too powerful though and restrains everyone with use his electricity. His eyes are red and with dead eyes he walks towards any batfamily member of your choice and was about to deliver the final blow before the bat member looks at them and says ‘ I love you, my son/little brother’ reader hesitates and his eyes widens and filled with tears, the red disappearing. He’s of course confused and disoriented, he steps back and not notices the cliff. His mind coming back to me as he slowly lets his restaions of the others disappear. He steps back near the cliff and looks back into the abyss and back at his family and friends. With regret and a messed up mind right now thinking he won’t be forgiven, he purposely steps back and fall down the cliff. No one was fast enough to stop his fall and he dies. They retrieve his body and they’re just depressed and stuff for a while hut Damian won’t allow his only little sibling to die and takes his body to talia and he gets revived back. when he brings unconscious reader back, the batfamily are upset at him for doing a dangerous act but happy that it went well. Sorry it’s too long.

Batfamily x male!reader - platonic

HEYYY, firstly how are you! I wanted to ask if you could write about a teen male reader with the Batfam. He is kinda like the winter soldier if you know what I mean ( skilled fighter, metal arm..), since he lived with the Batfam he was doing a good mental recovery, but one day he goes back to winter soldier mode on the fam, and they try to get him back to normal again, idk Thanks you bye !

Batfamily x male!reader - platonic

Ok this one is mainly for Alfred but u could add batbros and batdad if u want, anyways i was wondering what would alfred (or any of the fam) do to stop BatToddler reader tantrum? Like i imagine the setting would be grocery shopping and Alfred's only getting healthy food including boring plain cereal and BatToddler is not having it and only wants sugar loaded cereal and starts whining and tearing up right there in the middle of the store, would alfred give in to those tears or find an alternative? I imagine batdad would give in and the brothers might even encourage it giving that they probably eat the same junk food

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

(Kind of self projecting sorry lol) SO! BabyBat has an upset stomach but Bruce's too anxious about giving him medicine because can his baby stomach handle those chemicals? Insert Alfred rolling up his sleeves "give him here master Bruce" a tired Bruce just hands him over without question and watches as alfred and baby head to the kitchen and suddenly...baby stopped crying? Bruce walks into the kitchen seeing flower stems on the counter and Alfred standing there with a sleeping baby "...How?" "Rosewater master Bruce, i made and fed him Rosewater" Not sure how to end this but basically BabyBat would only drink Rosewater from now on and Bruce has to upgrade his gardening game ,Alfred always has already-made Rosewater so his Grandson is always hydrated and the rest of batbros are just like "hell yeah my brother's too fancy for regular water" I hope you except my request and thank u! I love u

Batfamily x male!reader - platonic

I remember back when i was a few months old and still using a baby walker, I'll wake up early morning but my parents will be too exhausted to get up yet so my older sister will put me in the walker in front of the TV and turn on something like national geographic or anything about animals then I'm entertained for hours(might take a stroll around the livingroom but with my eyes still on the tv) even though i understood nothing lol, can i see something like that with batfam and babybat? I feel like this is something batbros will definitely do if they're too tired to entertain their baby brother but still want to hangout with him(they just end up open mouthed staring at the tv just like the baby < Bruce's favourite site in the morning)

Batfamily x male!reader - platonic

U know those adorable videos where big brothers are the most gentle and just keep picking up and kissing their baby sibling no matter if the baby was sleeping or not? I imagine babybatbro (triple B lol) will be napping next to Bruce in bed and then which ever batbro will come in and steal the baby with no explanation hehe, I'd like to see something like that with all 4 batbros please

Batfamily x male!reader - platonic

Artist toddler batbro! Can't help but draw/ paint at least once a day and at the end of the day batfam is anticipating who will be the lucky family member that'll receive which ever art piece their youngest has created that day (sometimes the art piece is on the walls or floor of the mansion but no one has the heart to be angry when little batbro is just proudly presenting his art) Toddler batbro *leaves a paint covered tiny handprint on the wall* Bruce: alfred, frame that

Batfamily x male!reader - platonic

I hope you don’t mind can I request a Batfam x Genius child male reader like child male reader is basically smart (and comes from a wealthy and influence family) and has higher IQ for someone so young (smarter than the rest of Batfam) Bruce met child male reader in the funeral when child male reader grandparents died leaving child male reader orphan because his parents also died. Somehow child male reader was strangely attach to Bruce even tho it's there first time meeting so he just walk up to Bruce and stare at him in wonder. Which also leads everyday male reader running away from home and going to Wayne manor because he wanted to stay close to Bruce and meeting the rest of family and which leads the male reader Butler (who's taking care of reader for time being until someone or close relative steps up and takes the role to raise reader) to apologize everytime when picks reader up from the Wayne manor. Reader already knows all the Batfam especially the Justice League secret identity with just one look at them. Male reader who is shy, quite (rarely ever makes a sound) and well mannered. Male reader has a habit of touching the technology of the bat cave or the Justice league base and knows how to fix them aswell

Batfamily & male!reader - romantic with Bruce Wayne

Hello, I hope you are doing alright! So I can have a kinda cross over idea for a teen male reader. a mix of Batfam and star wars. The reader is a Jedi padawan that had to flee towards the Earth after the Jedi were forced into hiding and the rest is up to you

Batfamily x male!reader

I love the Brazilian batboy fanfic, consider doing it with a Venezuelan batboy in the future please 🙌🏻

Batfamily x male reader

I wanted to ask for a Batbro who is the son of Bruce and Catwoman, he is the youngest in the family and very similar to Selina, he has the same tastes as his mother, he helps her with robberies, but when Selina is arrested by Batman, the family tries to convince younger brother that stealing is wrong - @eliz36545 and @leleolivr655

Batfamily x male!reader

Hiiii! I was wondering if u could do an male reader x batfam, where the reader is deaf and has to use sign language? P.s I love Ur work Requested by - randomperson3736

Batfamily x male!reader

Hi! If this makes you uncomfortable writing, you can choose to ignore it. I was hoping you could do male reader x bat family So Male reader who's around 14-15 suffers from depression and he gets in a fight with Bruce Bruce said something to the Male reader that left him in shock Bruce didn't apologize to him and went on a mission and was left alone Male reader so he kept thinking about what Bruce said to him and he left the house for a walk he was walking and he saw a bridge and jumped off off it yet he didn't know that Damian and the others were watching him and they went to find his body yet they didn't find anything couple of months went by and they found him with Ra's Al Ghul idk how this ends maybe you can figure something out? I hope you have a good day ( ◜‿◝ )♡

Batfamily x male!reader

I wanted to know if you could make another request for the Bat Brother that was created to be a weapon when the Black Canary said he was ready to go to school, Bruce put him in one, but a boy tried to intimidate him and the Bat Brother broke his arm. He still couldn't understand what he did wrong because of his training. - @eliz36545

Batfamily x male reader

Ummm hi I just wanted to ask if you know the Netflix series called The Queen's Gambit? If you know, can you make a story where the reader is Bruce's son Is a chest master. Where he beats everyone in his chess game. Well I would love it if you retained the Queen's Gambit title but if not that's fine too🤣.But in the middle of the story he was angry because someone had managed to beat him in his match so he became annoyed and locked himself in a room to find a strategy.To defeat the person who defeated him. If possible, the one that will distract the reader is the OC. Thank you. Sorry if there are too many requests hehe - @mooonbyyyyy

Batfamily x male!reader

Could you do "baby bat" where a killer tried to kill Bruce Wayne's youngest son when I saw that all the media and the family loved him but Titus was sleeping in his room and saw him and bit him to save the baby - @eliz36545

Batfamily x male reader

Yo, Can u write about Mexican! Batbro (same age or a year older than Damian, like Damian he's a biological son of Bruce) who celebrates dia de muertos, he could make an altar of Thomas and Martha Wayne, he could explain his roots and culture to the batfamily

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Damian calls you Beloved so much that your toddler starts calling you that as well because they think it's your name.

Well, it's actually more like, “Bewuwud” but still.

You try so hard to get them to call you Mama or Mommy again but they don't budge and Damian isn't being helpful at all, in fact, he makes it worse.

He keeps trying to teach the kid more and more of his various pet names for you.

Like, after a run to the store, you come home to your husband sitting on the couch with your toddler in his lap.

“Hayaya!”

Your child screams when they see you, pointing at you while giving Damian a big grin.

“Hayati.”

Damian gently corrects them with a smile so warm it makes you want to keel over.

“Hayayi!!”

The toddler giggles, clapping their chubby hands together and you almost pass out from the sheer adorableness.

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[miange1]

～LITTLE IN THE MIDDLE♪⁠～

owners dish: sugar daddy x bratty(spoiled) male reader

side dish: untold love for one another, spoiled and bratty themes, patois(translations at the end), all my oc's got big dicks, d/s relationship, spanking, brat taming, size kinks, rough sex, age gaps, daddy kinks, he can't use a phone, reader is a virgin

owners note: got this idea from a janitor ai bot except the bot was white. i never proofread. this is a little longer than my usual fics

sugar daddy, who had met you through some cheap tech job you worked at. he couldn't figure out this thing that had been happening to his phone, it was slow and it was becoming an annoying issue for him. while you were helping him, he had been looking at you the entire time. barely listening. he left with his phone still being slow. it was alright, he could just get a new one

sugar daddy, constantly visited you. he wouldn't want to call himself a stalker, just someone who would talk and visit you frequently where you worked until he'd just slide himself into your life. he didn't want to manipulate or take advantage of you, but once he found out you weren't entirely financially stable..well, take an opportunity if it's given to you.

sugar daddy, who would give you an offer. an offer of buying you whatever you'd like in exchange for pleasures he couldn't get himself to feel any longer all on his own. he almost cackled seeing the look on your face. "like..a sugar daddy?" were you two even that close? "mh..yah eff dat a o yu waah fi put ih, den fine. sugar daddy." surprising to you, and not so surprising to him, you accepted. hell..you needed the money, you were gonna get evicted from your apartment that didn't deserve the amount of rent it gave. plus, he was attractive. win-win.

sugar daddy, who could practically feel your nervousness even before he'd touch you. you'd ask if you were allowed to get things, ask if you could do this and that with the money he was throwing at you. he'd assure you to pick what you wanted, he had billions all for you. just for you. you'd pay him back anyways, no need for you to worry.

sugar daddy, who lived off of how nervous you got. put some use to yourself, let loose! you're real rich now. "wah yuh tense from? cum yah." he had been manspreading at the edge of the bed, his two fingers extended and curled for you to come here. those golden rings glinted in the light and it seemed to drag you towards it all. you didn't know what you were supposed to do, you weren't sexually active like that.

sugar daddy, tried his best to be soft and gentle with you. tried to talk you through it sweetly, touches light, but each mewl and moan got to him. each little movement of sensitivity was driving him crazy. "fuck..yuh wa mi fi be gentle but den yuh act dis way wid me?" he flipped your pretty self over, his squeezing your thighs and forcing them open. he'd lick his lips seeing how much you were leaning, your tip sensitive and swollen and your cock twitching just from him looking at it. "yet yuh bady all tight an perfect fi mi, mi cyaa resist.'"

sugar daddy, who made you feel like there was a weight in your stomach had you arching and rolling that little body all into his, trying to morph yourself deeper into the feeling like his dick penetrating you with overly harsh thrusts wasn't enough. when he would lean down his beard would tickle your skin, his hand touching your stomach with the only intention being to press at the hard outline of his cock at your tummy. he loved it, ate it up. "i–its too big, i can't!" he'd only tsk and shake his head, "nuh run from dis, yuh taking daadie nice an well." little bit of encouragement.

sugar daddy who'd watch you get all bratty from time to time. get demanding, acting like some spoiled brat now that you had what you wanted. but shit, this was like heaven to him. he'd see you all dolled up, one extend of your hand told him all he needed and a wad of cash would be slapped into your palm. but sometimes you needed to be put in check, needed to learn that your place wasn't to be in control like you thought that you were.

sugar daddy who laughed and smiled when you were squirming and whining on his lap your ass bruised a different shade and a clear pinch mark from his rings. "oh nuh be all whiny like a baby, tek yuh punishment like a gud bowy fi daadie," but you couldn't do it, even when you knew what happens when you got all full of yourself. "ow–!" you'd help and complain, but knowing this would leave a mark from him is what truly had you going.

sugar daddy, was aware this was a little more than a sugar daddy and sugar baby relationship, and you knew it too. but for now, you'd enjoy what the two of you currently had.

translations:

mh..yah eff dat a o yu waah fi put ih, den fine. sugar daddy: mh, yeah. if that's how you want to put it, then fine. sugar daddy.

wah yuh tense from? cum yah: what are you tense from? come here.

fuck..yuh wa mi fi be gentle but den yuh act dis way wid me?: fuck..you want me to be gentle but then act this way with me?

yet yuh bady all tight an perfect fi mi, mi cyaa resist: yet your body all tight and perfect for me. i can't resist.

nuh run from dis, yuh taking daadie nice an well: don't run from this, you're taking daddy nice and well

oh nuh be all whiny like a baby, tek yuh punishment like a gud bowy fi daadie: oh don't be all whiny like a baby, take your punishment like a good boy for daddy.

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

THREESOME , ☆ 𝑓𝑡. 𝑚𝑦𝑑𝑒𝑖 & 𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑛

tws : nsfw / smut : male!reader. threesome, bratty mydei, teasing phainon, switch!male!reader, dom!phainon, sub!mydei, anal sèx, biting, oversimulation, spitting, brat taming, multiple of rounds, mild pain play, multiple of orgasms, messy flūid play and cūm play.

sum : mydei takes you up his ass while phainon fucks you behind.

note : uhh might be slight ooc for phainon also not proof read. minors do not interact : 18+ only.

There’s a wet slap as Mydei’s ass meets your hips again—tight, hot, glorious.

He moans beneath you, face pressed into the soaked sheets, body twitching every time your cock punches into that sweet, weak spot inside him. You’ve got one hand gripping his hair, the other holding his hip with bruising force, rutting into him like a beast while his back arches beautifully under the strain.

“Fucking hell—” he growls, biting into the pillow to muffle another whimper.

“You’re dripping,” Phainon hums behind you, voice playful—too calm for a man whose cock is buried deep in your ass, rutting lazily as he leans over your shoulder. His tongue drags along your sweat-slick neck, then his teeth nip. “All that cum you shoved into him… leaking back out around you like he was made to be filled.”

You thrust deeper—rougher. The slick sounds are obscene. Mydei shudders as your cock plunges into him again and again, his thighs trembling, the sheets beneath him soaked from the last time he came.

You’re so full of Phainon you can barely breathe, yet all you want is more. You’re pinned between heat and dominance. Phainon rolls his hips and you feel it everywhere—cockhead grinding into your prostate, breath brushing your ear, hands controlling your body like you’re just another pawn on his board.

“You like being in the middle,” he murmurs, sliding a hand around your waist to grip your leaking cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. “So greedy. Fucking him like he’s yours, while your hole’s pulsing on mine like you belong to me.”

“I don’t belong to anyone,” you rasp—but you’re shaking.

“You say that,” Phainon grins, slow and cruel, “but your body’s honest.”

He thrusts again—hard—and it knocks the breath out of you. You collapse against Mydei, nails digging into his shoulder as you both moan like whores.

“Gods,” Mydei hisses, “you’re both pathetic. You’re letting him fuck you like he owns you while you pound me like a mutt. And you think I’m the mess?”

You pull out for just a second—and then slam back in, making him scream.

“Say that again,” you growl. “Go ahead. Open your mouth.”

He does—and you shove your fingers in, pushing down on his tongue as he glares up at you, drool slipping from the corner of his lips. His cock twitches beneath him, leaking onto the bed.

You twist your fingers against his tongue, slow and deep, and fuck into him harder. Filthy, wet slaps echo with every brutal snap of your hips.

Then you feel Phainon’s cock throb deep inside you—he grunts softly, teeth scraping your neck.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” he murmurs into your hair. “I want you to milk him first.”

You’re close. Too close. But you obey. You let your body go rigid, hold the orgasm just at the edge, and thrust with brutal control—fast and punishing.

Mydei gasps—then spits your fingers out and snarls, “Fucking fill me, coward.”

And gods, that breaks you.

Your grip slams down on his hips. Your cock pulses and spills inside him in thick, hot bursts—cum shooting deep while you grunt, riding it out, buried to the hilt. You don’t stop. You can’t. You fuck him through your orgasm, rutting into his oversensitive hole while your own is still stuffed with Phainon.

And then he takes over.

Phainon grabs your waist with two hands, hauls your hips back, and fucks into you hard.

You moan—loud, helpless—as he drives his cock deep with relentless rhythm. His cum from earlier is still slick between your thighs, mixing with yours and Mydei’s on the sheets.

Phainon pulls you against him until your back arches and your ass is pressed to his hips—cock buried deep, heat pulsing, grinding against your walls like he’s carving his name inside you.

“Beautiful,” he groans, biting down on your shoulder. “Absolutely ruined between us.”

Mydei shifts under you—cock twitching again. Still hard. Still begging for attention.

“Touch him,” Phainon commands.

You obey.

Your hand wraps around Mydei’s cock, and he growls—“Took you long enough.”

You stroke him fast, mean, almost punishing. He shudders, teeth gritted, jaw tight—and then he explodes, cum shooting up his belly and across the bed in thick, hot pulses. He bites into your wrist—hard—as he convulses beneath you, a final moan dragging from his throat like it’s been ripped out of him.

You let go only when he twitches, panting and dazed.

Phainon gives one final thrust and then groans, hips jerking.

You feel it—feel it—hot ropes of cum flooding your hole, dripping out around him as he stays deep inside, grinding just enough to make you flinch from overstimulation.

Then silence.

Just the sound of breathing, wetness, cum pooling under thighs, and skin against skin.

You collapse across Mydei, your cock still buried in him, Phainon draped over your back like a smug lion.

“You’re heavy,” Mydei mutters, still catching his breath.

“And you’re still full of cum,” you grin.

You’re already soaked in it.

Sweat. Cum. Saliva. Your own, Mydei’s, Phainon’s—indistinguishable at this point. The sheets beneath your knees are ruined, stained with so many loads you’ve lost count. Your thighs ache, your back burns from being bent and fucked open by Phainon over and over, and yet—your cock’s still hard.

Still buried in Mydei’s dripping ass.

He’s not even moaning anymore. Just trembling. Wrung out and twitching, face turned to the side, drool running down his chin as his cock leaks in soft, ruined pulses. He came… twice? Three times? You lost count. So did he. He’s still biting at your wrist where you’d shoved your fingers in his mouth, his teeth marks bruised into your skin like a trophy.

“You’re not done,” Phainon murmurs from behind, voice rich and smooth like warm honey, fingers stroking your spent, overstimulated cock with idle cruelty. “You think you get to stop before I’ve had my fill of you?”

You whimper into Mydei’s neck. “I—I can’t—”

“You will.”

His hand wraps around your throat—not choking, just holding you still as he pushes his cock back into your raw, abused hole. You both moan. The wet squelch is loud, so fucking loud. He’s already come in you twice—his seed dribbled down your thighs earlier, sticky and white—but now he’s pushing it back in again, like he’s marking his place.

You’re a cocksleeve at this point. A fucked-out, trembling conduit for his control.

“Good boy,” Phainon purrs, kissing your shoulder as he starts thrusting again, slow and deep. “Feel how messy you are? You’re leaking from both ends. My cum in your ass. Yours inside our little prince here.”

He’s not wrong.

Mydei’s hole is sloppy, glistening with seed every time you shift. His cheeks are flushed, his lips bitten red, and his body is limp but needy—hips twitching whenever you move inside him.

You groan, grabbing his hips and thrusting shallowly. “You’re gonna take another one.”

“Fuck you,” Mydei mutters, but his voice is wrecked. You feel him clench around your cock again, body trembling with oversensitivity.

“I already am.”

Phainon laughs low, fingers reaching around to toy with your cock again—soft but aching to stay hard. “Let him sit on you. Hold still.”

You obey.

You pull out of Mydei with a wet, obscene slurp—and immediately, Phainon guides him back, lifting the brat’s spent body and lowering him down onto your lap. Onto your soaked, half-hard cock.

Cockwarming.

He whimpers as your tip presses back in, deeper and deeper until his hole’s plugged again, filled with your cock and the cum you left in him earlier. He squirms, legs weak and trembling, barely able to stay upright.

Phainon pulls you both back against him. You’re sandwiched now—Mydei in your lap, your cock inside him, and Phainon’s cock still stuffed in you from behind. A filthy daisy chain of heat and ruined pride.

“Don’t move,” Phainon breathes, licking sweat off your temple. “Just feel.”

Your hands slip around Mydei’s chest, holding him up as you feel the tremors start again. His cock jerks—still sensitive, still dripping. He bites his lip.

Phainon’s hand reaches between Mydei’s legs. “No more, deliverer.” Mydei mutters.

“Yes, more,” Phainon says smoothly. “We’re not finished until I say so.”

He jerks Mydei’s cock—slow, steady, cruel—and the brat screams, arching in your lap.

You both groan. You feel it—feel him clenching on your cock again, feel him breaking. He’s crying now, shaking in your arms, and you love it. You rock your hips once—just once—and cum leaks down your thighs from how wet he is inside.

Phainon whispers: “Look how good you’ve made him. Completely ruined.”

You bury your face in Mydei’s neck. “He’s perfect.”

Phainon grins. “Praise him more.”

You kiss the shell of his ear. “You’re so fucking tight. You’re taking my cock like you were made for it.”

Mydei moans. Cum pulses from his cock again—dry, weak, but still trying.

Phainon wraps one hand around your jaw and turns your face to him. “Open.”

You do.

He spits into your mouth. Hot. Wet. Tasting of sweat and power. You swallow without flinching.

“My sweet little thing,” he purrs, pressing a kiss to your lips. “You’ll stay like this for me, won’t you?”

Your voice is hoarse. “Yes.”

“You’ll let him cockwarm you—full of cum—and let me keep filling you till it’s leaking out all night.”

You nod. You’re shaking. Your thighs are soaked. You don’t even know whose cum is where anymore.

He nips your lower lip. “That’s my boy.”

And then he moves—fast.

Phainon fucks you hard, jostling Mydei in your lap. You both moan, helpless, fucked full and ragged. His hand is on your throat again, not choking—just claiming. His other hand smacks Mydei’s thigh.

“Such good boys,” he moans. “You belong to me now.”

And when he cums—again—it’s brutal. He stays buried in you, hips tight against yours as he pumps another messy load inside, moaning softly like the satisfaction is spiritual. You feel it drip down your legs, mixing with the flood between Mydei’s thighs.

The room smells like sin.

You stay like that—Mydei twitching in your lap, you twitching on Phainon’s cock, the three of you locked together, covered in sweat and cum and shame.

Mydei exhales. “I hate you both.”

You kiss the bite mark on his shoulder.

“No you don’t.”

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[ceturyboytoy]

ok, so. potentially triggering themes: boarderline underage sex, cheating, breasts on a guy, voyeurism.

just smut, not serious. NO FUCKING MINORS!!!!!!!

"But isn't your brother home?" You giggled at your boyfriend, Eric. You were pinned by his heavy weight, squirming under his warm hands, feeling you up under your shirt. There's scratchy stubble at your neck as he kisses and sucks at your skin. Every time Eric's parents leave town, he invites you over to spend time together and fool around - his parents don't like you coming over, saying Eric needs to focus on graduating high school and wrestling. But you're pretty sure they're not fans of their star son fucking a trans boy either. Eric isn't very concerned about that, as much as he fucks you in janitors closets and sucks your little boyclit in his car after class.

"Yeah, so?" Eric lifted your shirt and started laying kisses on your chest, humming like he was desperate to kiss all of you.

"Won't he... hear us?" You gently push on his muscular shoulders, but he's strong enough to keep you pinned to the bed. You hold your whine when Eric sucks on your breast, trying to leave hickies.

"Get this off, babe." Your boyfriend is frantic, pulling off your shirt. He pushes up your legs with his thighs, spreading your legs enough for him to grind his bulge into your clothed pussy. Your mouth gets covered by his again, and it's hard to not give in to your usual antics of moaning into his mouth and begging for his cock. But knowing who's in the house right now is making you pause. Eric's brother Harvey was home, and you couldn't put your finger on why, but he intimidated the hell out of you. He wasn't mean, he actually rarely spoke. Maybe it was because he's older and an adult and obviously smart, you didn't know. Just the thought of him hearing how you get when you have sex is a little mortifying.

"Mm wait, babe-" Eric was licking into your mouth and squeezing your hips as you tried to speak. He groaned into your mouth and kept grinding.

"Let the dork hear, I don't fucking care." He grinned, pulling back and yanking your shorts and underwear off in one easy motion, making you yelp.

"But what if he- ahhh," you start, but Eric's fingers on your drippy boycunt don't care about your embarrassed pleas. You shouldn't be surprised,  your boyfriend has fucked you in actual public places, but for some reason knowing his brother could hear is just... filthy.

"Ha, your pussy's always wet for me, huh?"  Again, Eric is not a bit concerned. He pumps two fingers into your hot sopping hole, making sure to batter your g-spot and force a moan from you. Eric mumbled something that sounded like "fuckin' perv won't mind" as he stared, open mouthed, at your pretty pussy getting his fingers soaking wet.

"Eric, please." You whisper, giving in and rotating your hips into his fingers.

"What was that, babe?" He says in a normal, slightly louder voice. "I can't hear you over the sound of how bad this boycunt wants me. Say it again."

What a monster, you knew he liked seeing you flustered, but this is cruel. "Please, Eric, baby?"

"Yeah, what do you want, honey? You can say it, you can do it." He laughs under his breath. "Say it and I'll make you cum on my fingers before givin' you this dick. Huh?"

'Fucking fine,' you think before letting go completely, moaning like the slut your boyfriend knows and loves. You spread you legs farther, the wet slick sounds your pussy is making being finger fucked on your boyfriend's fingers is loud, your desperate whines and pleas would make it obvious to anyone in the vicinity what was going on.

"Want your cock! Please, please I need you to fuck me." You sound pathetic.

"That's it, that's what I want to hear. C'mon, baby." Eric's fingers sped up inside you, making the most obscene sloppy noises as you gushed around him. "C'mon, pretty boy cum all over theses fingers, yeah. Yeahh."

You're still babbling through your orgasm, thoughts of eavesdropping brothers completely gone. Eric is still softly petting your worked up pussy and he leans down to kiss you again.

"Beautiful, baby, beautiful. Now," he reaches down and pulls out his leaking dick and gives your tdick a few taps with it. "Be a good boy and makes lots of noise for me, okay?"

3:34 AM

"Shit," you groan quietly, trying to hobble down the stairs of your boyfriend's parent's house. Your hips and thighs were sore after one of the roughest fucks you've ever had with Eric. You being so embarrassed about Harvey hearing you two must have really gotten him going, he made you moan and beg and even bark for him a few times, all to just make you squirm.

Your session left you both passed out cold until you woke up with a dry throat, untangled yourself from your snoring boyfriend, and made your way to the kitchen to get a glass of water. You were shivering slightly as you poured the glass. You only pulled on your pair of briefs before coming down stairs - sure, no one but Eric would catch you if they came down at this hour.

The kitchen lights flick on, and you jump in shock. Turning, your stomach drops when you see it's Harvey standing there, not your boyfriend Eric. Well, you were wrong.

On instinct, you cover your chest and mumble an apology for your immodesty, shifting uncomfortably before his looming figure walking farther into the room. Harvey is 24 and is actually an inch or two taller than Eric, and Eric towered you, so your throat dried even more standing next to him. And while Eric was muscular and buff, Harvey was just heavy - large arms, large stomach, large legs - he took up space. It made you sweat being dwarfed by this silent giant.

"I was just grabbing water." You ramble out, knowing he can clearly see that.

"Me too." He nodded and reached for the cabinet over your shoulder. You didn't move, he didn't ask you to move, should you have moved? As he grabs a cup, his hips brush against your stomach, and you feel a small bulge. You freeze. It's surely nothing, definitely not what you thought it was. You lower your arms and just quietly watch as he pours his glass.

"I'm surprised you're awake." That's all he had to say. Of fucking course. You bury your face in your hands, groaning.

"I knew it," you peek out of your fingers and see the older brother smirking. "I'm sorry. I told him you'd hear."

"It's okay," he breathes awkwardly. Then, under his breath as he takes a sip, "I don't mind."

"What?" You grip your cup tight. You're aware of your exposed breasts and your nipples getting hard in the cool kitchen air.

"No, nothing." He turns, and you see him blushing and crossing his legs. You remember what Eric said earlier,  when he called Harvey a perv and a dork, and you suddenly felt sorta bad for the poor chubby guy. Eric is always making fun of his 'nerd' older brother for having no friends and being a virgin - which you couldn't believe, Eric could be harsh, and Harvey is cute enough. Plus, he's kinda sweet for a grown man getting hard for his little brother's high school boyfriend in their kitchen.

"I hope I didn't keep you awake with all my... you know." Slightly emboldened,  you step to the side, closer to the nervous man. He just stammers and looks down, smiling awkwardly. You clearly did keep him up.

"So, you're a trans guy?" He asked suddenly, obviously not wanting to keep talking about listening to you get your brains fucked out by his jock brother. His fingers fidgeting around the glass in his hand.

"Yup," you nod, leaving him open to question further. You loved being asked questions about your identity,  especially by cute guys.

"That's cool." He nods back, finally looking directly at your body. "I-ive never met a trans boy before. You're a really good boy. I mean- like, you make a good... boy."

You can't say you expected that. He was a little dorky, you guess. You giggle and cover your chest again, "thank you. Well, now you've seen and heard more than you probably ever wanted to."

"No, you were good!" Harvey squeezed his eyes shut, realizing how that sounded. "You are good, I- I don't mind if you guys uhh..."

"If we have sex? Loudly?" You lean in closer, trying to see his face. He shakes his head. "Were you um... listening to us, Harvey?

The man's breath is speeding up as your mostly-naked body gets closer to touching his, and he nods his head. "Yeah... I was."

"You listened the whole time your brother was fucking me?" You were partly shocked, partly satisfied. Shocked that he quietly listened to his brother fucking another boy for hours, and satisfied that you could keep his attention that long. Harvey's hand shot down to his crotch covered by his pajama pants, shamelessly fondling himself in front of you.

"Shit- yeah, I did." The shy nerd of a few seconds ago is gone. Now you see a perverted man so touch starved he'll jerk off to his own brother's teen boyfriend.

"Oh my God, Eric was right- you are a perv," you laugh, looking the giant pathetic man up and down. "Is that why you didn't go right back upstairs? You saw me in my underwear with my boytits out and had to stay and chat?"

"You look so fucking good," Harvey groans as he humps his hand, staring at your tits and your hairy belly. "C-couldn't - mmh."

You've never really thought about the prospect of cheating on Eric, certainly not with his brother, and you were satisfied to know now you felt no guilt over it. Is it a dick move? Yeah, but your boyfriend was a bit of a dick anyway.

"Hey, Harvey." You grab his hand, the sudden contact making him gasp and pause. "Let's go to your room. I wanna show you something."

"Oh, god. um- okay."

You follow behind the big man as he leads you to his room upstairs. His room is directly next to Eric's,  the reason why Harvey was able to hear you and also the reason why you both had to be very silent while you do what you're about to do.

Harvey's room was decked in anime and video game posters and merch, a gamer chair and four monitor display PC, and you didn't miss the fleshlight sitting right on the desk. Maybe he was a big dork. And for some reason, that made you even more excited. Now you were hoping he was really a virgin.

"So, uh," he let's you in and shuts the door. Turning to you, his erection is as obvious as ever. He very much enjoyed your show earlier. "What were you gonna show me?"

"Sit." Your voice is soft, and you're smiling to yourself as you gesture him to his bed. He follows your instructions, and you climb into his lap, straddling his crotch and wrapping your arms around his neck. He had slightly long, dry hair that you pushed aside to touch his nape. Thrill shoots through you when the older man shuddered and bucked up into you, making your whole body lift. Damn, he is huge.

"Guhh- you feel really good. I can't- I need to..."

"You can touch me."

Letting out a deep breath, the man grasps your breasts in both of his huge hands. He closes his eyes, loving the warm feeling of kneading your soft flesh. "Holy shit, it's so good. Your tits..."

You moan softly, gyrating your hips now and grinding right up against Harvey's cock that's fully hard now. You decide to tease him for as long as possible and see what he does. "You like what your brother did with my tits?"

"Yes," he nods against your forehead and rubs his thumbs softly over your nipples, making you shiver. Your chest is covered in fresh hickies almost reaching up to your collar bone, and they're sensitive as hell. He's basically drooling over your marked up chest as he pinched and squeezed at you, and you love seeing this desperate, pathetic, perverted grown man lose it over a teen boy with cute tits.

You take his distracted look as opportunity to kiss him, and it feels a lot warmer and wetter than kissing Eric - not bad. Harvey is obviously inexperienced in making out, but he's attacking your lips and licking into your mouth like he's been craving it for ages. It's juvenile and sloppy and really making you wet in your loose briefs.

"I'm gonna cum," Harvey grunts, pushing you down hard against his cock.

"No wait." You disconnect your lips and smile as you lift your hips off his lap. "Don't cum yet. Still have to show you something."

Quickly flipping over onto the bed you start to shimmy out of your underwear, exposing your pretty wet boycunt. Your legs open and you recline back, letting Harvey take in your whole naked form. You rub your hand above your hot gushy cunt, spreading the wet folds and exposing your hard boyclit. Moving your fingers down you finger your cum-soaked hole; you moan and squirm obscenely, widen your legs, showing off more than necessary.

"Look," giggling,  you pull your fingers out and hold them up to his face. "Your brother's. I told him we shouldn't, but he's... well you know what happened, right?"

Harvey wastes no time scooting forward and spreading your legs with his knees, and then running his chubby fingers through your teenage pussy. He groans out something that sounds like 'godfuckinshit' before sinking two fingers into you. Eric's cum is seeping out onto his brother's fingers, and you never knew how hot something that filthy could be. You just lay there and let the bigger man finger fuck your slick hole, and you know that some of the wettness isn't just your boyfriend's cum. This creepy older pervert was turning you on. Harvey is so different from Eric- he's awkward, fat, dorky, barely speaks, and not to mention he's a virgin. But you couldn't help the way you started to moan for him and his fingers that were digging so deep inside you right now.

"You're such a slut, boy." The older man grunts and puts his other large hand on your shoulder, holding you down as he flicks his wrist faster, pumping your soaked hole till you're squealing and little dropplets spill from your cunt. You clench hard around Harvey's fingers, twisting your hips against his groin and cumming for the brunet man. "Fuck yeah. Good fucking boypussy, shit."

You were still catching your breath when you saw the 24 year old pull down his cargo shorts and briefs, watching his hairy, throbbing 7 inch cock being pulled out and smacked on your belly. This makes you gasp - he was bigger than Eric, thicker, longer and uncut. There was a thick hood covering the pink throbbing head and veins going all the way down. Harvey's cock was magnificent and dripping precum all over your happy trail. He leans back over you, huffing in your face, almost snorting. "You gonna let me fuck you?"

'Mm. I-I..." You're out of words, so you just grab the creeps' fat cock and guide it to your entrance. The thickness makes you wince, but fuck when his foreskin gets coated in your slick as he's pumping into you inch by inch- your insides flutter around him.

"Shit! Oh, fuck it's tight. Little teen pussy's fuckin' tight, damn." He's right, after a vigorous session of sex with your boyfriend your poor boypussy swells up and becomes even more sensitive than before. Your hole is a quiet burning grip around his cock, and leaking like a faucet. You felt so damn small underneath this giant; his gruff hands wrapped around your thighs, pushing them up to your chest so he can snap his hips at a better angle. It's intoxicating knowing you couldn't push him off if you tried, he's just too fucking big and strong. And for reasons you can't explain, being a helpless fuck-doll in the hands of your boyfriend's big brother feels so disturbingly good. The way Harvey's got you folded in half means you can feel his hairy belly bounce off yours with every thrust, and the extra weight behind each one is delicious. "I've waited so long for this, kid."

The roll of his body combining with his huffing breath above you is hypnotizing, and so diffrent from what you're used to. Eric always had a certain arrogance when is comes to sex; he had to have the best stroke, the best head skills, try every position. You mostly loved it, he makes you cum and keeps you limber. The way you're being fucked right now though? It's pure mindless lust, sloppy and careless. Harvey doesn't care about the ache in your legs as he drills your guts to a pulp, or the sweat drops falling on you; and he especially does not care if you cum or not. This is for him, you're just the recepticle for his need.

A blissful haze settles into you as Harvey's oversized dick grinds deep in your weepy pussy, even with the slight pain from being stretched to your limit. He's hot to the touch and heavy, it's overstimulating in the best way. You don't need to think, or make overdramatic porn sounds; you're in heaven just being used as a little fuck toy. Your boyfriend's comments suddenly come to mind, and it almost brings out a laugh. If only he could see his dorky older brother plowing his little highschool boyfriend into the mattress, and how you're absolutely losing your mind for it.

"Fuck-fuck. M' gonna cum." Harvey digs as deep as he can go, like he's trying to break that thin berrier inside you. Heavy balls loudly plap against your ass until the twitching, grunting beast finishes. He didn't last as long as Eric, but you don't think you could take that kind of fucking for that long. You felt like you could pass out at any minute, but you you should probably get back to you boyfriend before he finds you in a sweaty pile with his brother.

THE END LOL IDK

[ceturyboytoy]

fat, bearded big brother who is such a cuck for his little bro. of course he loves to spoil his sibling himself any way he can, but there’s just something about seeing his baby getting split open on a stranger’s fat cock.

and he’s so ashamed, he should be protecting his baby bro from toxic ripped fuck boys! there’s just something about watching a fat alpha dick stretch open that tiny boy pussy. he can’t help it, it’s like his little bro was meant to be fucked by the big buff men, the perfect little porn star just for him.

when little bro comes home stumbling and leaking stranger cum, big brother is right there, peeling his stained shorts off and diving into his wrecked little pussy. he fucks his baby bro’s sore, cum filled hole while his baby shows him all the videos he made that night.

[heyitspapayaontop]

Second Sector

Request: anon !

Pairing: Dad!Lando Norris x Driver!Son!Reader

Themes: Angst

Warnings: car crash, injury description (nothing graphic), near death/mentions of it, medical mentions

Summary: after y/n suffered a terrifying crash at the Red Bull ring, Lando has to figure out what to do. Calming his son/ (More himself though.) And working on helping him heal.

A/N: no names of actual current f4 drivers were said bc its in the near-ish future and reader is apt 14, do some math if you'd like but don't think tm act it!! there will be a part two to this specific one, but I couldn't finish it atm, this is as far as my motivation can go sorry! enjoy!

Saturday at the Red Bull Ring.

The Red Bull Ring—man, it’s gorgeous in that “might kill you if you blink” kind of way. All those rolling green hills and sneaky dips, blind corners just waiting to ruin someone’s afternoon. It’s the sort of place that keeps everyone’s nerves jangling, mechanics and dads alike.

Lando Norris stood there on the pit wall, arms tight across his chest, McLaren hoodie on, but he wasn't looking at the scenery. Not even glancing at the track, really. His eyes were glued to Car #17. His kid.

Y/N had been on it all weekend. Quick as hell in practice. Didn’t flinch in the rain. Nailed qualifying. But something felt off this morning. Not just the car—him, too. Different edge.

“Still got the Red Bull kid rattling around in your head?” Lando threw it out there, eyes still locked on the timing screen.

Y/N’s voice came over the radio, dry as toast. “No.”

Yeah, right. Lando knew a fib from his kid a mile off.

Friday – The Day Before

FP2 was a mess.

Turn 3—classic. Y/N dived for the inside. Elias Voss, the Red Bull Academy’s newest wonderboy, tried to hang it round the outside. Neither of them lifted. So, naturally, Y/N’s front wing went bye-bye, and Voss got a face full of gravel.

Cue drama. Voss’s team was fuming. “Reckless!” “Entitled!” All the greatest hits.

Stewards called it just a racing thing, but the paddock loved to gossip.

“Bet Norris thinks he’s untouchable now.”

“Silver spoon, gets away with anything.”

Y/N heard every word. Pretended he didn’t.

Back to Saturday

Lap 14.

Everything goes sideways.

Happens in a blink, as usual.

Voss is right there again, lining him up into Turn 3. Déjà vu.

Lando leans in, practically chewing his nails. “Don’t fight it too hard,” he mutters. “Let him screw up.”

But Y/N? He’s not backing out.

Tires touch. That sound—metal, rubber, chaos. Smoke. Debris everywhere.

Car #17 launches, spins, smacks the barriers so hard you could feel it in your teeth. Even the engineers stagger back, pale.

The whole world just… stops.

“Red flag. Red flag. Medical team dispatched.”

Lando’s off like a shot. Doesn’t care about credentials or radios or anyone yelling at him. He’s running, pure dad mode.

The Wreck

Marshals’ve already swarmed the mess. Wheel over here. Halo’s got a nasty crack. The car’s twisted in ways it shouldn’t be.

Lando shoves through the crowd and finds him.

Y/N’s slumped over, helmet askew, not moving.

“Y/N!” Lando drops, knees on tarmac. “Hey, buddy, c’mon. Open your eyes, look at me.”

Medic grabs him, pulls him back. “We need space, possible spinal.”

Lando stumbles away, can’t breathe, just staring at the kid in the mangled car.

Time crawls.

Then—was that a twitch? A noise? Yeah. Y/N’s alive.

Hospital – Graz University Clinic

Broken arm, cracked ribs, concussion, bruises everywhere, a bit of a spinal scare—but he’s gonna make it.

He’s out cold, though.

Lando sits there, holding his son’s hand, mumbling stuff he should’ve said ages ago.

“You don’t have to prove a damn thing. Not to them. Not to me. Especially not to me.”

Wipes his eyes, trying to play it cool.

“You’re already everything I hoped you’d be.”

Sunday Night

Y/N wakes up just as the sun’s ducking out.

Eyes flutter, sharp breath, groan.

Lando’s right there.

“Hey, hey. I got you, I’m here.”

Y/N blinks up, groggy. “Did I crash?”

Lando nods, smiling through tears. “Oh yeah. Massive one. Gave your old man a few grey hairs.”

“Voss?”

“He’s fine. You will be too. Just not today.”

Y/N glances at his cast, then his chest, and his face kind of crumples.

“I thought I was better than that. I thought I could—”

“Stop.” Lando’s suddenly all business. “You don’t get to do that. Not when you’re the one in the hospital bed.”

Silence.

Finally: “I was scared.”

Lando squeezes his hand. “Me too. But you’re here. That’s what counts.”

Three Weeks Later – Home

Recovery sucks.

Y/N’s hating every minute. The quiet, the ache, the way every tiny thing feels like screwing up.

But Lando’s there. Every physio, every stretch, every crap night when the pain comes roaring back.

He never says it, but Y/N knows:

I’d take the crash for you if I could.

But this time, all he can do is stick around and help him through it.

One Month Later – Back at the Track

No racing yet. Just walking the paddock, getting his bearings.

People look. Whisper.

Voss walks by, eyes flickering, maybe a little sorry.

Y/N stares him down. Doesn’t even flinch.

Lando, hiding behind his shades, grins.

“You scared the hell outta me, you know.”

Y/N bumps him with his shoulder. “You already said that.”

“Still true.”

They stand there together in the shadow of the Red Bull Ring—the same place that broke him, and the same place he’s back again.

Not a ghost.

A survivor.

[heyitspapayaontop]

For you, Not Me.

Request: - 🪼 anon

Pairing: Dad!Lando Norris x son!Reader

Warnings: overworking, exhaust, starving/slight self harm.

Summary: Young Y/N is making the transition from karting to F4, and he begins to over train himself. Lando takes notice, and had finally begun to step in.

A/N: tysm, to this anon! Struggled w this but our first male!reader is here! Tysm to @koalapastries and @milessunflowers for helping me! (one I asked and one I used as reference 🙏)

The kart let out a hiss as it came to a stop, the gravel crunching beneath its slick tires. In the garage, the air was thick with exhaust and dust, but Y/N barely noticed. He was too busy pulling off his helmet, his curls damp with sweat, jaw clenched tight, and his lip almost raw from chewing.

Lando was leaning against the paddock tent, arms crossed, just watching.

He'd been keeping an eye on Y/N for the last hour—quietly, from a distance. Not that he meant to hover, but it’s tough not to when your thirteen-year-old just finished his sixth practice run of the day and hasn’t smiled once.

“Again,” Y/N puffed out, asking one of the mechanics, already yanking off his gloves to wipe the sweat from his brow.

“Nope,” Lando said, stepping in. His tone was firm but easy, like he wasn’t about to argue. “We’re done for today.”

Y/N's shoulders tensed up. “But I messed up the last sector. I braked too early—”

“And you’ll fix it. Tomorrow,” Lando cut in gently. “Right now, your arms are shaking, and you haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

“I’m fine.”

Lando raised an eyebrow, moving closer. “Y/N.”

There it was. The voice. The Dad voice.

Not the one everyone knew—the funny, high-energy one—but the softer, serious tone. The kind that didn’t need to shout to get through.

Y/N slumped a bit. “I just don’t wanna mess this up.”

“I get it,” Lando murmured. “But burning out before F4 even kicks off? That’s not the way to go.”

The ride home was quiet.

Y/N sank in the passenger seat, arms crossed, jaw tight like he had been for weeks.

They both knew this jump to F4 was coming. He’d been karting for years, racing on tracks all over Europe since he was four. He was fast—there’s no denying that. But F4? That was a whole different ballgame.

And the nerves? The pressure? It was starting to show in all sorts of small, dangerous ways.

Skipping meals.

Grinding through practice long after everyone else had left.

Waking up in the middle of the night to watch onboard footage again.

Lando noticed it all. And it scared him—because he recognized it.

It was him at fifteen. The weight of dreams too big for one kid to carry alone.

“You were overdriving in sector two,” Lando said softly, his eyes on the road.

Y/N didn’t respond.

“You were trying to make up for the mistake in turn four. That’s why the back end slipped out on the final exit.”

Y/N’s voice was quiet. “I know.”

“And that’s why you should’ve stopped after run four. You’d already nailed your lines by then.”

“Didn’t feel like enough.”

Lando glanced at him at a red light. “Enough for who?”

Silence.

“For me?” he asked. “Because I don’t want you to be perfect.”

Y/N swallowed hard. “I just want to be good enough. To earn it.”

Lando felt a bit of his heart break at that.

“You don’t have to earn my pride, kiddo,” he said softly. “You already have it. Every day.”

Y/N blinked quickly and turned to stare out the window.

Back home, Lando made pasta—his go-to when they were both too tired to think straight. They sat at the counter in silence, each poking at their bowls.

Not awkward, just… heavy.

Finally, Y/N spoke. “What if I’m not like you?”

Lando looked up sharply.

“What if I get to F4 and choke? What if I’m not quick enough? What if they only want me because of who you are?”

Lando’s breath caught in his throat.

“You think I haven’t thought those same things?” he said quietly. “You think I didn’t ask myself those questions every single day when I joined McLaren at nineteen?”

“But you proved them wrong.”

“After years of self-doubt,” Lando replied. “You think confidence just came naturally? No way. I had to build it. One mistake at a time.”

Y/N looked away, staring at nothing.

Lando got up and walked around the counter, squatting down in front of him.

“Listen,” he said, keeping his voice low. “You aren’t a clone of me. You’re your own driver. Your own person. And yeah, you’ll make mistakes. That’s how it goes. But I’d rather you mess up and learn than push yourself too hard trying to be someone you’re not.”

His son’s lip quivered.

“I don’t need you to be me. I just need you to be okay.”

That was it.

Tears rolled down Y/N’s cheeks, quiet and stubborn, the kind that had been held back for too long. He leaned forward, resting his head on Lando’s shoulder, and for a moment, he wasn’t a future F4 driver. He was just a kid. A scared, tired kid.

And Lando held him like he was the most important thing in the world.

Because he was.

Later, when Y/N had dozed off on the couch—wrapped up in a hoodie two sizes too big—Lando sat beside him, running his fingers through his hair.

He thought back to being thirteen. The long hours. The mental games. The moments when he hated the thing he loved most because it felt like it took everything.

And then he looked at his son, seeing that same spark and the same fear behind his eyes, and he made a quiet promise:

No matter how far Y/N went—F4, F3, F2, F1—he wouldn’t have to do it alone.

Not like Lando did.

Not ever.

A Week Later — F4 Practice Weekend, Mugello

The paddock was buzzing with tension. New drivers. New engineers. Everyone walking around with stiff shoulders, like they could fake confidence into existence.

Y/N adjusted his suit, helmet tucked under his arm. His hands were still shaking. Less than before, but still noticeable.

“You nervous?” Lando asked from beside him.

Y/N nodded.

“Good,” Lando said. “Means you care.”

“I don’t want to let you down.”

Lando reached over, tugging lightly on the strap of his HANS device. “Y/N. Look at me.”

His son turned to face him.

“You could come in dead last today, and I’d still be proud.”

Y/N swallowed. “Really?”

“Really. Because you showed up. Because you’re trying. That’s what matters. The results will come later.”

For the first time in weeks, Y/N smiled.

A real smile.

Lando grinned and tapped his helmet. “Now go out there and show them what the future looks like.”

Y/N didn’t win that session.

He didn’t even make the podium.

But he took a corner that no one else dared to take flat out.

When he came into the pit lane, flushed and breathless, he pulled his helmet off and looked right at Lando, eyes shining.

“That felt good,” he said.

And Lando—beaming from the wall, hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets to hide how much they were shaking—shouted back,

“You looked like yourself out there.”

And that? That was the best result of all.

[sargeteen]

𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅 ! ᵐᵛ¹

and this bird you cannot change ּ ֶָ֢.𓍼ོ

𝒎ax verstappen x 𝒆arnhardt!male reader synopsis: it’s not often you find your other half, someone who is just like you. and, it’s even more uncommon for you to be in similar sports and both be a prodigal son.

genre: smau warnings: lowk really bad...using chase elliott as a face claim

requested? yes! author’s note: sorry this took forever to come out i literally had no inspo for it 😭😭…also sorry this is so bad idek

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nascar GUESS WHO? IT'S Y/N EARNHARDT: FOUR TIME NASCAR CUP SERIES DRIVERS' CHAMPION!

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userone there has to be something in the blood of these earnhardt drivers i don't trust them ⤷ usertwo they got the red white and blue running through their veins

userthree tf is max verstappen and charles leclerc lurking in the likes for 😭😭???????/ ⤷ userfour remember when max and y/n did that interview back in 2015 cause they were the youngest people in their sports and nascar and f1 did so much pr on that 😭😭??? ⤷ userthree omfg that was all the way in 2015??? i don't remember that holy that makes sense 😭😭

userfour THATS MY NAPA DRIVER!!!!!!!!

maxverstappen1 congratulations, earnhardt! glad to see you still have it in you 👴🏻 ⤷ ynearnhardt thank you verstappen, but go away??????

userfives USA USA USA USA USA

usersix fucking nepo baby doesnt even deserve it ⤷ userseven yeah tell that to the four championship wins

usereight FOUR IS FUCKING INSANEEEE

usernine there is an invisible string attaching max verstappen and y/n earnhardt ⤷ userten there is a taylor swift reference in everything

usereleven YEAH THATS MY GOAT 🐐

usertwelve why is nobody else freaking out over the max comment

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f1 MAX VERSTAPPEN IS A FOUR TIME WORLD CHAMPION!

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userthirteen dry ass caption 💀💀 ⤷ userfourteen right 😭😭?? like give him some love he just won his fourth championship 😭😭😭

userfifteen I KNOW MY GOAT

usersixteen should've been hamilton

userseventeen wait...y/n earnhardt also won his 4th drivers championship...i know my goats 🐐

ynearnhardt welcome to the 4 timers club, max! 🏆 🐐 ⤷ maxverstappen1 happy to be a part of it, y/n! 👊 🐐 ⤷ usereighteen max using a goat emoji...

usernineteen my goats are interacting...

usertwenty WHY TF DO Y/N EARNHARDT AND MAX VERSTAPPEN KNOW EACH OTHER 😭😭😭😭???? ⤷ usertwentyone long story short, both were young rookies in 2015 and nascar and f1 wanted to make money off of that so they were forced to be bsf, and they hated each other, but now theyre friends...i guess

usertwentytwo yeah whatever when do y/n earnhardt and max verstappen kiss ????

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maxverstappen1 M4X. NEVER QUIT. thanks for all the love and support, here's to 4 and many more.

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usertwentythree "proud of you :')" oh ill see myself out

usertwentyfour EARNSTAPPENS WE WON TODAY

usertwentyfive EARNSTAPPEN TEXT LEAK IN THE BIG 2024???

usertwentysix am i missing out why are people freaking out over y/n and max ⤷ usertwentyseven y/n and max have been "friends" since 2015 after being forced by nascar and f1 cause they were both young and there were rumors that they stopped being friends ⤷ usertwentysix so what youre saying is theyre enemies to lovers ⤷ usertwentyseven i mean..

ynearnhardt stop leaking me being proud of you that's ruining my image of being a ruthless nascar driver ⤷ maxverstappen1 you send me edits of yourself being a softie in interviews i don't want to hear it ⤷ ynearnhardt don't try and pretend you don't have a folder of edits of me on your tiktok account ⤷ usertwentyeight HELLOOOO ???????

usertwentynine oh god...Y/N HAS SEEN THE EDITS ABORT ABORT ABORT

userthirty LETS GO MAXXX WOOOO MY GOATTT

userthirtyone EARNSTAPPENNNNNN

userthirtytwo M4X M4X M4X SUPREMACY

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earnstappen y/n and max spottings recently...all in the same places 👀

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userthirtythree nah they gotta be fuckin ⤷ userthirtyfour HELP 😭😭????????

userthiryfive max spotted in no redbull gear?? ...nah thats photoshop

userthirtysix ok so how many of us actually think there is something between theM ⤷ earnstappen 👀👀 ⤷ userthirtyseven atp...anything could happen ⤷ userthirtyeight like me lowkey ⤷ userthirtynine they would be a power couple ⤷ userfourty they need to come out first

userfourtyone imagine they fted after they texted each other in the text chain max shared in his insta post after his 4th wdc win

userfourtytwo i needed them together yesterday

userfourtythree hoping for a hard launch

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ynearnhardt little monaco never hurt nobody

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userfourtyfour damn max is getting air

userfourtyfive EARNSTAPPEN INTHE BIG 2024 WINTER

userfourtysix god bless for earnstappen

charles_leclerc never letting you stay in my apartment ever again ⤷ ynearnhardt whaaaaat whyyyyy 😞😞😞 ⤷ maxverstappen1 it's ok y/n, you can stay at mine ⤷ userfourtyseven oh?????

maxverstappen1 you almost killed me with that fishing hook though ⤷ ynearnhardt that's your fault for standing in the way ⤷ maxverstappen1 i was on the opposite side of the boat ???

userfourtyeight just hard launch already

userfourtynine imagine how tired we are

userfifty my favorite 4 time driver's champion winners just need to realize theyre the same person and soulmates and kiss and makeout

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ynearnhardt what's a hard launch?

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maxverstappen1 i think you just did one ⤷ ynearnhardt ahh well, i think i did

a/n: i have a love hate relationship with this fic

tags: @milessunflowers @lokisen @kevinlolwife @op-81-lvr-reblogs @kazanskied @481rosier @raizelchrysanderoctavius @mountainshuman @youraveragebritishamerican

[lilliezzzzz]

Cupid's Chokehold !

pairing: oscar piastri x male!rockstar!reader author's note: this idea has been in my mind 4 so long lol, reader is british in this. also! first smau so it might be shit lol. songs + artists in order: garbage truck by sex bob-omb, as seen on tv by my buddy eric, the love i lost by fried by fluoride, just by radiohead, boys dont cry by the cure, so long by james marriott + cupid's chokehold / breakfast in america by gym class heroes warnings: use of y/n, callbacks/mentions to a break up, talks about toxic relationships (briefly), mentions of drinking and alcohol, homophobic comments, thats it i think word count: 2.1k (including social media parts)

ynmusic streetlite officially out, performing in local pubs soon

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user481 LET'S FUCKING GO!!!

user481 wait WHAT THE FUCK SIR DID U GO THROUGH A BREAKUP??? WHY THE HELL IS TS SAD

↳ user044 STOP REAL like this is SOO a break up album 💔

↳ user228 ur joking im not ready to sob hello

↳ user044 damn uh how do we break this to you?

↳ user228 DONT SAY THAT

A beat-down, smoke-ridden pub wasn’t the place that Oscar expected to find himself in when Lando had invited him out to Britain. And yet, here he was—slouched at the end of a sticky bar counter, his head in his hands and muttering something about better tastes and being rich.

The lighting was uncomfortably weak, a broken neon sign buzzed in the corner of his eye, barely illuminating the peeling wallpaper surrounding him.

He glanced over to Lando, who in his opinion, looked far too comfortable—like the pub was a second home—his laugh already reeking of cheap booze.

“Mate,” Oscar sighed, shoulders sagging, “you’re actually serious about this place being good?”

At the sound of his friend's voice, Lando turned to face him, a crooked smile playing on his face. With a tilted head, and a grin like no other—he slung his arm around Oscars shoulder, pulling him into a one-armed (and one-sided) hug.

“It’s absolutely brilliant,” he drawled, already a little gone, “you’ve gotta see the performance—they’ve got a new guy singing tonight.”

Lando’s pitch wasn’t that convincing, what with his hiccuping, swaying state. Still, he stayed, muttering a dejected “alright”.

After a few moments, though, the lights in the bar dimmed, and other lights from an open area with a stage turned on. Red lights bled across the walls—glaringly bright at first—before dimming low enough for Oscar to make sense of the stage.

You stepped out in front of a small, still forming crowd, wearing a leather jacket perfectly fitted—tattoos crawling up your neck and twisting down your wrist—you looked every bit the rockstar.

The mic squealed as you leaned in, tapping it once with your finger.

“My name is Y/N,” you began—your voice rugged in just the right way, “and I’ll be performing my new album, Streetlite, for you all.”

Oscar spent the next fifteen or so minutes fully tuning out Lando’s slurred speech—eyes trained on you and only hearing the music that you played. A gritty, grunge-leaning setlist pulsed through the pub. He hated to say it, but Lando was right in making him stay.

He couldn’t deny the pang of disappointment washing over him as you took a bow, exiting off the stage, but begrudgingly he turned to look for Lando.

It seemed like his friend hadn’t paid the performance any attention—too focused on chatting to (or up, he wasn’t sure) the bartender serving him.

Oscar was too busy daydreaming to notice the sound of footsteps behind him, as well as the creak of a barstool when a man sat beside him.

“A Guinness, please.”  The man spoke, a familiar gravelly sound—one that Oscar recognized. He blinked, head twitching toward the sound.

There you were. Up close. The singer.

He whipped his head back around as quickly as he could muster, a dull feeling of dizziness following suit, then a warmth. Heat blooming at the tips of his ears—embarrassment, probably.

His brain felt like it was sizzling, and it had no reason to be. He wanted to limp away like a wounded animal in fear—because the man beside him scared him more than he should.

He’s just a man, Oscar told himself. You’re just a man too.

But when he turned to face you, cheeks flushed and heartbeat loud in his ears, that thought didn’t help much at all.

“You’re starin’ mate.” You spoke. Accent latching onto your words, and your eyes lingering elsewhere.

And when you spoke, oh Oscar would swear his heartbeat thrummed through every bone in his body. Fumbling, stuttering over his words—he apologised. Incoherent, awkward—an apology nonetheless.

“Sorry,” he croaks, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

You laugh. Rough. But it carries a warmth that Oscar keeps in his chest. 

“There’s no need, was jus’ pointing it out,” You smiled, finger tracing the rim of your glass, “name’s Y/N—not sure if you were listening but it was me performing up there.”

“I was.” Oscar affirms far too quickly—which he only realises half-way through, “ah, uhm—you could call me Oscar.”

You repeat his name, softly—letting it play on your tongue as you speak it, “Oscar. Fits you.”

A silence stretches between the two of you as Oscar scrambles for something to say. His thoughts are a mess, so he settles for a half-hearted smile, cheeks tinged pink.

Then his phone buzzes.

Fishing it out of his pocket, he squints at the screen—Lando.

Sorry m8 i left w/o u LMSO. ill pay for ur uber tho, followed by a notification: money sent.

Oscar sighs, brows knitting together. He should’ve expected it—but that doesn’t stop the pang of irritation. Of course Lando had wandered off. Drunk bastard.

He shrinks into himself a little, already dreading the awkward solo trip back to the hotel. Damn it, Lando.

“You alright?” Your voice cuts through the moment, steady and low. You lean on your palm, eyes watching him with a curious kind of calm.

He turns to you, albeit a bit irritated, “My mate just left me. He’s my guide so it’s a bit—I dunno. Shit?”

Once again he lets out an annoyed groan, dragging his hands across his face then letting it drop into his palms.

“How ‘bout I buy you a consolation drink?”  You offered, this time your tone is a little softer. Then, adding on, “Besides, I wanted to buy you one anyway—if you want one, of course.”

In any normal circumstance Oscar would know better than to accept. However, a drink does sound good. So, against his better will, he accepts.

“Sure, yeah. A drink sounds good.” He nods, and you smile.

Conversation after that flows smoothly. Short sentences exchanged about your jobs, personal experiences, about everything that came to mind. You talk about how you juggle your day jobs with your pub gigs, and Oscar furrows his brow, bringing up your songs.

“So,” he starts, eyes flickering to his glass with a slight uncertainty, “Your album—it’s kind of all over the place. Like, at first I thought it was a love album but then… it turned kind of sad.”

You don’t answer right away and Oscar internally panics. He probably shouldn’t have asked—maybe the drinks were making him just a little too loose. Should he apologise?

“Well, initially it was a love album. Somewhat, anyway,” you paused, twirling your glass, “then me and him hit a rocky spot. Realised he was kind of a shit person—and I left. It kinda fucked me though. Coped a lot through my music, and I scrapped tons of songs.”

Silence settles between you, and the ambient pub noise suddenly feels too loud—cutlery clinking, laughter echoing from across the room. Oscar watches you, quiet. Patient.

There’s something unreadable in your eyes—appreciation, maybe. Or maybe it’s just the liquor. But you give him a small smile and keep going.

“So, it’s a relationship—the album, I mean. Going through a, toxic relationship for a lack of a better word.”

He hums, nodding slowly.

“It’s good.” He speaks, treading every word carefully, “you showed it well.”

You smile in return, stealing a glance towards a watch sitting on your wrist—then looking back up at him.

“It’s getting late. I’ll head out—but uhm,” quickly, you fumble a piece of paper out of your pocket, lending a pen from the bartender, writing something down.

“Here. I’ll talk to you another time. Have a good night.”

You give Oscar a wave, and a bell chimes as you leave the pub—with Oscar looking at the paper.

Your number. As well as a message: ‘text me later <3’

♬ Y/N ∙ Garbage Truck

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oscarpiastri Win in Austria. Can’t complain

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user481 my worlds colliding… oscar posted to Y/N’s song 

↳ user091 idk who the artist is but this music is lwky fire 🔥

user119 P1 HELL YES

user001 LETS FUCKING GOOO

user671 so he listens to gay artists now??? and i fucking liked him too

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user782 mega job mate!

user059 THIS IS WHY UR THE GOAT!!!

ynmusic m8 i think i recognise this guy

↳ user481 HOLY SHIT THEY'RE INTERACTING STAY CALM

The engines were loud, and so was the chatter amongst people in the McLaren garage—strategies floating around and bouncing between engineers—and honestly you felt like a black sheep in a herd. You grab a headset out of the hands of an engineer with a grateful smile, and quickly put it on—and the noise grows silent.

Of course, it’s not completely quiet—that’s nearly, if not completely, impossible with so much happening. Especially in a sport like this one, or at least you assumed so.  But now, at least, it’s filtered. Contained behind the layers of comms, buzzing static, and urgent voices murmuring to each other.

A clearer voice cuts through the static and interferes the team radio, interrupting your thoughts.

“Box this lap.” He speaks. You weren't sure of his name, but you knew that he was Oscar's engineer.

“Copy.”  This time it was Oscar's voice, calm, focused—incredibly different from how he was in the pub with flushed cheeks and a boyish smile.

It was like a stranger wearing his voice when he spoke, even if it was only one word. Tone clipped, precise, and unfamiliar to you. No longer the man who was fumbling with his words, but instead the trained athlete he is.

You watch the screen, a flash of orange (or papaya, as the internet, or the team itself insisted) flying past and pulling into the pits. Slowing down as it approaches you, he stays for merely a second before he once again pulls away to the track.

If you were being honest, you really had no clue on how it worked. Sure, a few things made sense, and you knew it was racing, but you had no idea of what it were beyond the surface. But when the McLaren car passed the red Ferrari one, and a few scattered cheers erupted, you couldn’t help but smile.

The rest of the race was smooth—the car you knew to look for keeping its place in first, no need for overtaking nor intense defending. Before you knew it, it passed the finish line and the entire garage erupted in loud, echoing celebrations.

Your heart beats in your chest. Hard, heavy—for no reason at all—or a reason you’re too afraid to admit. Heading out of the garage, and towards the car, you catch a glimpse of the man himself in between the engineers.

Hair and face drenched in sweat as he takes off his balaclava, he has a smile so sweet on his face as he jumps into the the gathering of McLaren staff. Face flushed as he steps back from the crowd—and for once second, just one second, he smiles at you. 

The next moment you see him he’s on top of the podium accepting a trophy that’s well deserved. Goofy music playing in the background, the other drivers grab the champagne bottles and spray each other—you can’t help but laugh at the sight. 

Interviews take place after the champagne spray, and then, finally, you see him walk towards you. Your heart skips a beat—maybe two—and when you’re face to face you can only give him a smirk.

“So much for, I drive cars, huh?” You tease, a warmth bubbling beneath the smirk on your face.

Oscar laughs a bit sheepishly, a hand reaching up to the back of his neck, “I mean, it’s not a lie,” he gives you a tilt of his head, “but maybe ‘I drive cars fast’ works better?”

You raise a brow, “Bit of an understatement, eh?”

He smiles again—more boyish, rather than bravado—and for a moment, for just a second, he looks like the boy from the pub again, with flushed cheeks and filled with something unsaid.

And god, the urge to kiss him bubbles up in your chest like a kettle ready to boil over. You let out a heavy exhale, smiling so brightly that you have nothing to say.

But he does.

“I have a question,” he asks—suddenly more serious, and you hum, his voice barely audible over the celebrations in the background, “go on a date with me? Not a shitty pub this time. Something proper.”

There’s a pause—a brief silence, the butterflies in your stomach and fuzz in your head overpowering your ability to mutter an answer.

You let out a breath—half laugh and half exhale—and nod.

“Yeah,” you stammer, giving him a stupid grin, “I’d like that.”

♬ Y/N ∙ Cupid’s Chokehold

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ᥫ᭡. gorgeous — KIMI ANTONELLI [smau]

in which… two rookie f1 drivers soft launch their relationship, and the media goes crazy about it

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charles_leclerc is there something you’d like to share with us y/n?

yourusername my gelato maybe 😇

user43 charles in overprotective big brother mode hahah we love to see it 🫶🏻

user87 HELLO DID Y/N JUST SOFT LAUNCH WTF?!

user65 I just woke up and y/n suddenly has a boyfriend what 💔💔

user13 streets are saying our favorite rookie is in a relationship!

user76 liked by olliebearman, is this a sign you guys !?

user45 ofc he’s going to like her posts they’re friends it doesn’t mean they’re dating lol people need to chill tf out

alicia_torriani you’re glowing girl next time we’re getting that ice cream together 🥹

yourusername ilysm and WE MUST!! 💘

kimi.antonelli I wonder who’s the guy holding the flowers 🤔

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user60 ARE WE ALL SEEING THE SAME THING, KIMI AND Y/N

user39 she liked his comment omg

user48 tbh this seems like a very profitable pr move

user13 pr move or not you’ve got to admit they’d be an iconic couple

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kimi.antonelli good to be home + recharge the batteries 🍕💯

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mercedesamgf1 summer break 🔛🔝😎

user90 f1 media having a field day both Kimi AND y/n soft launching in the same week

user33 the second picture he’s so cute omg<3

user42 wait doesn’t y/n have the same necklace and bag as the girl in the picture?

user10 I don’t think so I’m pretty sure it’s just very similar

f1gossipnews coincidence? we think not 👀

user30 oh my shayla (my kimi and y/n ship) neither of them are single anymore 🥀🥀

user28 fr they had so much chemistry 😭

user14 lol you guys need to stop being so invested in their lives it’s weird, can’t they just be good friends?

user28 I’m sorry but have you seen the way Kimi looks at her, there is NO way they are just ‘good friends’

yourusername i’m just as shocked as you are, an actually decent outfit ?!

kimi.antonelli hey that was rude (I got advice from a professional 👌)

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f1wagnews y/n y/l/n spotted today in Italy riding a bike with mystery man!🫣 some sources say our first female driver may be on a path to becoming a wag herself! follow f1wagnews for more updates

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user63 on a path to becoming a wag herself what the helly

user64 not a mystery man… that’s just her cousin guys 😭 let her live

f1wagnews 👀👀👀 sources are saying it’s not a cousin… stay tuned 💅

user17 no because if this man distracts her and she doesn’t finish P1 again i’m throwing hands

user90 girl don’t let a man fumble your podiums pls we beg

user72 how is SHE the driver and STILL giving wag energy?? a queen tbh

user02 what if it’s her physiotherapist??? y’all jump to wag every time she breathes near a man

user12 the way she’s riding that bike… she’s in love. trust me i studied body language in 2014 on tumblr

user80 can’t believe i have to say this but SHE IS THE PRIZE actually

user20 lowkey hope it’s a local italian who doesn’t even know what a grid penalty is, she deserves peace

f1wagnews sources say its a familiar italian 😉

user35 y’all acting shocked like she hasn’t had rizz since F2 days

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f1wagnews WE’VE BEEN INVESTED SINCE DAY ONE. CONGRATS TO OUR FAVE SOFT LAUNCHERS 😭👏

gridhoney the driver x driver power couple we were manifesting

sillyseasoncentral BREAKING: paddock collectively loses their minds over this hard launch

olliebearman i knew it and still feel betrayed

yourusername shh you’re literally the first person we told😐

olliebearman correction: I predicted this entire relationship

kimi.antonelli mate you need to stop

arthur_leclerc do i get to be best man or do i have to fight ollie for it

yourusername we’ll see<3

arthur_leclerc RUDE

user16 if they don’t do the kiss through the helmets thing i’m boycotting

user83 never trusting a “mystery man” again. it’s always a fast Italian with dreamy eyes

rookieszneditz someone make a “friends to grid rivals to lovers” edit IMMEDIATELY

alex_albon how did i not know and i see you two like every race weekend??

yourusername lily knew🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

alex_albon WHAT? SHE DID?!

lilymunihe of course 🥰

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kimi.antonelli mi fortuna più grande

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georgerussell63 watch them get a 1-2 podium and thank each other instead of their engineers

yourusername LOL , I’m about to go tell Carmen you said this

georgerussell63 I TAKE IT BACK

teamradiochaos radio if they crash into each other: “tell her i still love her 😭”

slowpitstopz kimi posted his gf… and i’ve never felt more single

dtscripttok this better be in the next Drive to Survive with dramatic music and everything

olliebearman i told you not to soft launch in italy, didn’t i. DIDN’T I.

kimi.antonelli you told me a lot of things i ignored 😇

user63 him calling her his greatest luck 🫠🫠

arthur_leclerc you’re so lucky y/n puts up with you

kimi.antonelli I know 🙏I wonder every day how I got so lucky

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user98 them sharing earphones is my roman empire 🥹

user32 who would’ve thought your childhood karting rival will become your girlfriend when you both race in f1, Kimi really is living the dream…

user73 there’s no way he didn’t manifest this

kimi.antonelli 🤫🤫

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“Sweet home”

~Sebastian Vettel x male reader~

First post👀 all respect to Seb and his family!!English is not my first language and I do use translator for words I didn’t know (btw I love making boys acting like cats)… Enjoy!

The snow had blanketed the hills outside their home overnight, turning the world into a quiet watercolor of whites and soft grays. Inside, the house was still, save for the low hum of the heater and the faint crackle of the fire in the living room.

M/N stirred first, stretching slowly beneath the thick quilt, the morning light peeking through the curtains. Beside him, a familiar warmth stayed tucked under the covers—a quiet, compact shape curled close to his side.

His face was nestled half into M/N’s chest, golden-brown hair tousled, lashes brushing his cheeks. One arm was slung lazily across M/N’s stomach, fingers twitching occasionally in his sleep like a dreaming kitten.

M/N smiled and ran his hand slowly down Sebastian’s back, fingertips tracing light patterns over the soft cotton of his shirt. Sebastian let out a faint, muffled noise—a content hum that sounded dangerously close to a purr.

“Morning” M/N whispered, brushing his lips against Sebastian’s forehead.

“No talking yet…” Sebastian mumbled, voice heavy with sleep and something impossibly fond. “Too early. Too warm.”

M/N chuckled, low and quiet. “It’s nearly ten.”

Sebastian peeked one eye open, squinting up at him with mock offense. “Still winter. Still our break. Not getting up.”

“You don’t want coffee?”

Sebastian frowned like a betrayed cat, nuzzling back into M/N’s chest. “Only if you bring it here.”

That earned him a kiss on the forehead—slow and tender.

“You really married me just to be spoiled, huh?”

A smirk twitched at Sebastian’s lips. “Partly. Also, you look stupidly handsome in the morning.”

M/N rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his grin. “You’re lucky I love you.”

Sebastian shifted, finally cracking both eyes open now, sleep-soft and glowing with something quiet and sure. “I know.”

He leaned up slightly, pressing a kiss to M/N’s jaw, then his cheek, then—slowly—to his lips. It was soft and sleepy and a little clumsy, like he hadn’t quite woken up enough to aim properly. M/N pulled him in, deepening it just enough, hand sliding to the back of his neck.

When they broke apart, Sebastian stayed close, their noses brushing.

“You are so cute Seb..” M/N murmured.

Sebastian smiled against his skin. “And you are handsome” He tucked himself back in, half-draped across M/N’s chest, clearly not moving anytime soon. “Now go get the coffee. I’ll be here. Being lazy and cute.”

M/N kissed the top of his head again. “Don’t move. I’ll bring the coffee and maybe some toast. Spoiled brat..”

“You’re perfect,” Sebastian mumbled.

“I know,” M/N teased.

And with that, he slipped out from under the covers, leaving his husband cocooned in warmth, the quiet kind of joy that didn’t need anything grand. Just the hush of snow, the glow of the fire, and the knowledge that love like this—simple and soft—was forever.

[wolfbaitbf]

dumb little fox brother going into heat for the first time and wanting to fuck everything in sight. humping his pillow, the corner of the dining table, the shower head. it's bad, and he knows it won't go away until he's had a load of pups fucked into him. he wants it and bad.

his older wolf brother who's had plenty of experience with his own ruts, who's amused watching his little brother go around the house humping everything in sight like nobody's watching. it's cute, even if he'd never say it out loud, watching his little brother yip and whine as he cums and cums but it's never enough. he doesn't bring it up, content to let his little brother suffer in his heat.

that is until his darling little brother straight up presents himself to him one day out of the blue. he's just sitting in the living room on his phone when he hears little brother call his name.

"what is it?" he asks, eyes still focused on his phone, oblivious to the fact that the younger boy has gotten on his knees, his ass raised while his face presses against the floor. his tail is wagging, as if to entice the older boy.

"pay attention to me," the foxboy whines, looking back at his older brother. and finally, when the older brother does look up from his phone, he nearly chokes on air. the device in his hands clatters to the floor.

"what the fuck are you doing?" he barks, but despite his shock and forced "anger," his cock twitches to life. it's not his fault that his little brother has the prettiest cunt he's seen, all wet and dripping and just begging to be knotted. "god, put your clothes back on."

"c'mon, you know you want to," the younger brother wiggles his hips, arching his back a little more. if his brother doesn't help, he'll probably end up just fingering himself stupid on the floor with their dad's boxers shoved against his face.

"you're a fucking pervert, dude," he says, though it's not clear whether it's to himself or his brother because he's getting up from the couch and shoving his pants down around his thighs. kneeling behind the younger boy, he grabs his hips and yanks him back to grind his hard cock through his folds.

"look who's talking," little brother giggles, biting his bottom lip as his older brother humps his pussy. he can practically feel the knot already inside of him and it makes his walls clench around nothing, his pussy hungry for a hot load. and then he's being mounted the way he's been craving, his older brother's fat cock splitting him open without warning.

he squirms and yips under him, the stretch new and foreign and delicious all at once. it hurts for the first few animalistic thrusts from his wolf brother, and then the pain fades into pure pleasure. it gets to a point where big brother isn't even pulling out, he's just grinding his cock inside of the little fox. they're both partially animal, so a little animosity isn't surprising, it's instinct.

the wolf boy's knot presses against his little brother's tight ring of muscle, threatening to press inside as his orgasm gets closer and closer with each movement.

"please- y-you have to- you *have* to knot me, i-i'll tell dad i-if you don't!" the little brother whines, looking over his shoulder at his brother. he can see his face scrunch up, torn between knotting him and pulling out. the older brother should pull out, he knows that, but the idea of breeding his little brother is enough to make him not think twice.

he grunts, forcing his knot into his younger brother's cunt, making the little fox cry out. "you're such a fucking brat," he hisses, his load spilling nice and deep into the younger boy's cunt. "i'll tell dad myself if you keep this shit up. and then he'll really fuck you good."

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my brain hurts sorry this is unfinished... i want to be knotted so bad!!! PLEEEEAAAAASE GOD ILL BE GOOD!!!

[hikaurbae]

❝ PUNCH MY V-CARD?! ❞— boxer! toji x male reader

ꗃ Summary: Every champion has its perks and gratuity, whether it'd be money, medals, trophies, fame, luxuries and other opulence you could ever name, but it's different for him. For him you are everything, you're his. Just imagine what would he feel seeing you getting touch by some insolent fan of his, that filthy and grubby fingers entangled in your hair, caressing the crown of your head, and you only let them do it? Are you aware of the consequences? You should.

ⓘ Warnings: porn with plot, description of boxing, blood and violence mentioned, possessive toji, marathon sex, bathtub sex, size kink, belly bulge, mating press, manhandling, degradation, fingering, creampie, overstimulation, breeding, cumflation, choking, dirty talk, dacryphilia, dumbification, missionary, body worship, slapping, spanking, fucking over a phone call, uses the term: cunt, pussy, somnophilia, not proofread.

Murmurs, gossips, rumors and half-baked claims. That's all you hear and all you see, whenever you go out for groceries, draped with long coats, a pair of mask and a black sunglasses, when you scroll throughout the media, hell you barely go out because of your relation but still, it's all the same thing.

Your eyes scanned the screen of your phone, softened yet saddened, reading articles and headlines of your lover's success and immediate bad remarks,Toji Fushiguro.

In the care of his home as it was yours as well, spacious condominium and multiple rest houses, there hanged and displayed his awards, medals, trophies and championship belts, but there was your picture with him sat beside of all his hard-earned opulences, glimmering brighter than any of it.

You met Toji even before he started to pursue boxing, you were his first. His beloved, The one that softened his brute and hardened heart. You remembered, no, you reminisced the times.

There you sat in the golden hour, sunset bleeds, seeping through the window as the curtain danced in the breeze, you pondered as you gently glided your pen on the paper. He stared at your form for hours, you felt it, the burning holes on your back, even when the teachers are calling for him he wouldn't budge, he bugged you, the large pad of his palm pats your head tenderly, will tease you, he shares his lunch with you even when he's not that blessed financially, Toji noticed that you don't eat so he reminds you so, You were top of the class afterall, you kept studying until the sun is down, Someone that was definitely not on his level, You were classmates, high-school sweetheart if you may.

Toji's definitely not the one to start a fight.. well not until you came into his life. Not only that you were top of the class, you also get people to cling on you, and he didn't like it, not one bit.

Though he does understand why people would cling on you, you were smart, pretty, and handsome, that's literally it, what's there to not like? Though one thing that he didn't like about you is that you're too kind.

You let people touch the places that he caressed, you let people touch the every fiber of you ever so carelessly. Toji felt his stomach churned as his jaw locked, teeth gritting at the sight.

His patience finally ran out, he felt something inside of him ignited when he saw you, cornered at the corridor with some lousy student who reeked cigarettes and failed hook-ups, you look uncomfortable and scared, pressing your textbooks in your chest, avoiding eye contact, pushing the man away as the he forced his way to kiss you as he slithered his hands on the small of your back.

Then it collided.

A clean punch, straight to the face.

The man flew to the ground with a thud, he was knocked-out.

OH MY GOD, HE KILLED HI—

You screamed internally as your mouth agape in shock, dropping your textbooks on the ground, eyes widening when you saw Toji clasps your wrist gently, telling you to follow him.

“ Calm down, pretty. He's not dead. ”

You heard his voice, deep and gravelly, you listened. You then noticed the texture of his hand gripping your wrist, it was large, the pad of his palm were rough, you also felt the line of his scars, yet they were warm and clean.

Toji led you to a place, part of the campus that you've never been to, It was quite hidden after all. It was full of wild flowers and grasses, trees standing tall, shielding the grassy pasture from the sunlight, the atmosphere were calming, as the cold wind greeted you.

“ How did you know of this place..? ”

You asked in wonder, as you saw Toji already sat down, leaning his back beneath a tree, patting to the ground beside him for you to sit.

“ Let's just say that I like to explore. ”

“ And go skip classes? How adventurous. ”

“ Wow. I just saved you and this is what you're going to pay me back? ”

You giggled at the dry sentiment, eyes crinkled into a crescent like shape, blinking only see Toji's gaze upon you, you breath hitched as you stayed silent.

Toji liked you, whether you believe it or not, he was smitten even. But the question is how? Yes your overwhelming good qualities is there but there's just something about you that he couldn't get enough. He never found it on anyone else he ever encountered.

Toji remembered the day he met you. He was utterly miserable and battered with gashes and bruises, his hair was a storm from the brutal training he experienced, he sat down on a swing at some random playground and there was you, who offered him some water and a towel with your name initials sewed, wafting the fabric conditioner and a light conversation, treated him like a human in need, the way your eyes held such gentle gaze, your fingers treading to his entangled inky black strands, Toji never felt so safe from someone who's your size.

He bit his lip, as he tasted the metallic taste of blood from his freshly opened scar on his lip. His family was quite famous when it comes to sports and enterprises, The reign of prodigies, The Zenin family, but he rebelled against them, he gained freedom, though under one condition, he'd pursue boxing and win championships.

You noticed the forming scar on his lips, it bled out, abruptly standing up to buy some medicine or antiseptic cream some of sorts only to feel a warm yet rough palm grasping your frigid arm from the temperature, looking down to see Toji's gunmetal irises, almost in a pleading way, pleading you to not leave him alone.

“ Stay. ”

The arena roared like thunder, while the broadcasters gossiped, and joked through the mic, echoing throughout the stadium, sharing their insights about the possible outcome of the fight.

The fans shouted his name, chanting it like some prayer, they cheered for him like he already won, he saw signs and a tons flirtatious messages and innuendos.

It is not a surprise that Toji has down bad fans and a few stalkers in the span of his boxing career, he's big, broad shoulders that can easily tower over someone, slender waist, rippling mounds of muscles across his arms and thighs down to his strong legs.

To be honest, Toji never really cared about some obsessive fans and stalkers bothering him, because in reality, they wouldn't even try to get close, because they can't, Toji is already capable of handling himself to some minor inconveniences and danger of the disrespectful fans, Yes they could post some of his thirst traps online for clout or something, they don't matter to him, they could dwell on his past for all he care, make insane headlines about him but one thing that the publicity could never touch is his lover, you.

Toji's refined and smooth skin glistened beneath the gleaming lights, his sweat dripping down his chin down to his chest, his dark strands sticking in to his forehead, sharp eyes, his pinkish, plump lips forming a thin line as his scar parted, smirking from the sight of his opponent, as he pounded his gloved fist together— bouncing off his feet, to warm up.

Whenever he was in a match, he would think of you, waiting for him at the backstage, sitting prettily as you watch him through the big screen, wearing his olympic jacket draping over your small figure, so when he wins, he would hang his gold medal adorning your neck as it shines.

He snapped out of his trance when heard his coach yell at him, signaling him and giving him instructions, Toji merely hummed as his adjusted his black mouth guard and head guard in place, answering his coach, muffled.

“ Do you hear me, Fushiguro? ”

“ Loun n’ clear, boss. ”

You shuffled at Toji's temporary quarters, fixing and tidying up his mess as you guys will go home together, stuffing his clothes and other necessities in his duffel bag, you hummed, hearing your lover's PR team scramble on their feet as the fight finally starts, leaving you alone, you were contemplating if you're going to the manager's office, there hanged the enormous screen to watch.

After you finished tidying up, you went to your own bag, prada. It was gifted by Toji on Valentine's Day, reaching inside to get your so called essentials, mask, sunglasses and a cap, to cover your image, unlike Toji, you would actually like to entertain fans though he never lets you, he never did, though you understand why.

You went your way to the manager's office room, the air conditioning hits your face gently, sitting down at some chair.

The match finally started as you sat down.

You watched Toji swung his fist with accuracy and impact, as it collided to his opponent's cheek, tilting his head guard to the side, you winced.

“ Yikes—! That will sent me to coma, immediately. . .”

After a few rounds, the tension is getting too high, hot even. Everything's on the flow until the bastard opponent purposely spat on Toji's foot, just to anger him, spoiling his mood, only for Toji to land a final blow on him that took a tooth from him in the process, knocking him out, he must've seen stars.

You barely contained yourself from laughing, remember.. you need to stay behaved, you watched through the screen as the referee finally took Toji's bulging arms up, declaring his victory, you squealed from your seat in glee.

You stood up from your seat, turning off the television, making your way out only to bump into someone.

“ Are you Toji Fushiguro's manager, can I please get his autograph? Is he here?! ”

Your eyes widened at the sight, you scanned his appearance, he was tall, his body was quite toned as well, greyish hair, tanned, lime eyes, he was wearing a backstage pass, though he might've got it wrong, it was a fan, you never met a fan before. Wait, why is he here..?

“ Oh.. I think you've mistaken me for someone else, though Toji isn't here yet, this is the manager room as you can see, kindly get out please. ”

You politely dismissed the fan, only for him to clasp your hand together, you gasp.

“ Uhm, Sir.. I think this is not a great ide— ”

“ Would you please accompany me to the backstage? ”

This. . .This man is really stubborn and quite irritating.

You internally thought, as you retreat one of you arm from his grip, you gave him the look.

“ Fine, follow me. ”

“ Woah, you're really kind...”

“ Quiet. ”

You led him to backstage room, only to found the PR team already tidying up the place, some of the staff greeted you.

“ This is the backstage, you may sit right over there.. ”

You pointed at the chair beside the coffee table, only to feel a hand patting your head rather harshly, messing your hair in the process, with one hand pinching your cheek even with the mask on.

“ You're really kind y'know that, though what's your name and why are you wearing a mask, are you sick? You're quite cute too. ”

Once again your eyes widened as you mouth agape, as the staff froze on what they're doing and tried to warn the man as if he was asking for his early death (he is).

You tried to tell him to stop but your words only go into his ear and comes out to the other side, you also tried smack his hands away, the staff also tried to help, but it was too late, you felt it from a mile away.

He's here.

And he saw it, the way that the man is holding you.

Oh you fucked up.

Your legs feel like jelly, they're shaking as you take it, your chest heaved, whimpering as you drooled into his broad chest,

“ What'd I tell ya about meeting my fans, hmm. . .? You dumb boy. ”

His words slurred into your head as you felt his long and think fingers, pump in and out of you covered in slick, his other hand smacked the globe of your ass, watching it jiggled in friction as you let out a wonton moan.

“ Fuuck— look at you, clenching your cute little cunt on my fingers. ”

You merely buried your face into his neck, arms scratching his back, the cold surface of the gold medal pressed up against his broad chest, it was hanging on your neck, muffled whimpers was heard, feeling his long fingers curling inside your gummy walls.

“ Nghh— m'sorry. . . won't do it again! ”

You lift your head to apologize, tears filling your eyes, only to choke on your own saliva, you felt his fingers protruding and bullying your prostate dead on, rubbing against your walls, as you writhed and shake uncontrollably.

“ NGHH— ”

Toji pushed his thick fingers in and out of your creamy hole, slick dripping and coating the globe your ass, making obscene sounds, slippery and wet delicious noises, your thighs throbbed.

“ Such a greedy slut, aren't you, doll? ”

You bucked your hips, grinding down into his fingers, straddling his strong arm, locked, you felt Toji's hands gripping your legs together, lifting it up to your head, pulling his fingers out of your tight fucking hole, dipping his head down to suck your creamy hole, his slick tongue licking the stripe of your ass, slipping his long tongue in your warm walls, frothy spit dribbling down his chin down to his neck, glistening, your felt his plump lips ghosting just righton top of your tight ring, his scar, feeling heat in your tummy.

Toji pushed apart your legs, going for your lips, kissing you sloppily, you tasted the slick, feeling his large hand slithering in your neck choking you in the process, you whimpered.

“ I'm gonna fuck you so hard the only thing that your mouth will babble is my fat fucking cock. ”

His gravelly voice ranged through the heavy tension, the smell of sex reeked on the air, his pearly whites peaking, a quirk of his lips, smirking as he looked down at your form, his glimmering gunmetal irises stared sharply, helplessly.

You can't stop twitching and moaning uncontrollably, you bit your lips, almost bleeding out, pretty little tears rolling down your cheeks, as your eyebrows knitted together.

“ P-please you're too— deeeep. . .”

Toji held your wrist together, upwards, his other arm held down your hips, your weight dipping down into the mattress, he merely dismissed your complaints, angling his hips, hitting the bundle of nerves, his thick, veiny cock abusing your prostate, the creamy and bubbly loads of his cum made an obscene white ring on your rim, dripping down the globe of your ass.

“ Shut up and take it— you dumb boy. ”

You drool into your pillow, like some cheap whore, you yearn— no, chase for it, the coiling heat inside of your tummy, your consciousness almost blearing out from the sheer impact of Toji's thrust.

His thrust was brutal and passionate, he fucks it deeper inside, Toji watched his cock go in and out of your tight cunt, the creamy and frothy cum coating his shaft, deliciously.

Toji groaned, almost whimpering when he felt you clenched around his dick.

“ Are you trying to snap my dick in half, Doll? ”

Toji then gathered your legs together, your thighs collided, lifting your legs over your head, gripping it tightly, he sloooowly— pulled out his cock, the thick and veiny shaft, almost pulsing.

He then slip it back in a heartbeat almost knocking out the air out of you, you felt so full, so filled, you let out a silent scream.

“ Sooo big— too muchhh nghh. . .”

You babbled, trembling, knees weak, you felt him in your tummy, Toji noticed, as he pressed down the forming bulge below your bellybutton, rubbing it, you moaned and whimpered loudly, you tried to remove his palm, your tongue lolling out like a slut.

“ Look honey, Daddy's sooo— deep inside of your boy pussy. . .”

Toji's brutal thrust was consistent, the bed kept creaking, hitting the headboard on rhythm, he trained for endurance, plenty of stamina, he wasn't close to done, even after multiple orgasms, he could go for days— weeks, even.

Plap, Plap, Plap!

But you can't, you weren't built for it, but he was willing to shape your body, he will train you to take his dick, to take his heavy loads, he wanted to breed you until you're so full of his creamy cum, his seed, he wanted to see his hole full of hot cum, dripping down your ass, plugging it back in with his fingers.

Your stomach was covered in cum and slick, your cock ached from so much cumming, your chest heaved, your body was covered in sweat, the bed was also covered in slick, sweat and cum that dripped out of you.

Toji then glided his fingers, combing his hair into a slick back, few of his inky dark strands sticked onto his forehead, huffing gently, he then slipped his strong arms on your back, lifting you, as your head lulled down into his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him for support, straddling his waist with your legs.

Toji immediately got the memo, securing your form against his warm body, he leaned in to kiss the crown of your head softly.

“ Doing so good for me, aren't you my angel? ”

You melted, burying your head deeply into his neck, your arms slithering around his neck, lifting your head to kiss his jaw, tenderly, in return.

Toji's eyes widened, as it softened, grinning softly, kissing the tip of your nose down to your swollen lips.

“ Two can play that game. . . ”

His rough voice ranged throughout your ears, you felt his steady heartbeat with yours, your smooth and soft tummy against his toned stomach.

He then walked his way into the bathroom, there sat a pristine bathtub, the shower was surrounded with glass, the light, almost dimmed, illuminated with serenity, Toji sat you down on the stool, as he prepared the bathtub, turning on the warm water combined with cold.

Your legs were still wobbly, the aching feeling in your back was still lingering, you almost winced.

Toji lifted you once again, dipping his foot first to test the water's temperature, now dipping his whole body in with you in his arms, the water sloshing and engulfing your tired body, his strong thick thighs down to his legs surrounding your sides, you leaned onto his chest.

Toji grabbed the bottle of shampoo, pouring it into his palm, lavender.

He glided the liquid into your scalp, meticulous fingers entangling the knots of your hair, he also got your favorite body wash, gliding it over your supple skin, the foamy and bubbly soap, glistening all over your body, you massaged your neck, shoulders, arms, down to your back, and stomach, grabbing the shower head and rinsing you.

After a while, you decided.

“ Baby, can I wash you as well. . ? ”

You timidly asked your lover, playing with the water beneath you.

Toji's eyes widened, as he grinned, his hand slithering up to your jaw, tilting it to face him, he kissed your jaw to your lips, his tender gaze drowning you, sweetly.

“ Aren't you a sweetheart? ”

Your eyes softened at his gesture, you made your way, facing him, you knelt down, it was wobbly, you tried to grip onto the sides of the tub for balance, you almost slipped, yelping until you felt warm hands kneading and pressing up to your hips.

“ Careful now, wouldn't want you to drown and hit your head, angel. ”

“ Shut it. . .”

His rough and gravelly voice was heard, you blushed profusely, you took the bottle of shampoo, gliding it to his scalp, pulling his dark hair into a slick back, you stole a sweet kiss on his forehead, you also used your favorite body wash, gliding it over his refined arms, and his toned body, his scars, you felt his gunmetal irises stared at you, he's gorgeous.

Toji merely stared at your form, taking good care of him, the tender touches, the way you kissed his forehead, tracing his scars that he once hated, you loved them, and he learned to love it as well, he felt the coiling heat on his stomach, he didn't flinch, when he felt your fingertips ghosted above his tip, he felt blood rushed to his cock, fuck.

Once you were done, you leaned onto his broad chest, until you felt it.

He was still hard.

“ You think we're done yet? Nuh uh. . . ”

Your eyes widened, looking beneath the water, only to see the crown of his bulbous tip poking between your thighs.

Toji then slipped his hands to caress your stomach down to your neglected cock, his other hand fingering your creamy and warm cunt, you mewled into your palm.

He lined himself up, guiding his cock to your entrance. Thick, hard, veined— he thrusted upwards, hitting your sweet spot, you drooled, pushing it deeper.

He knelt down in the tub, standing up, lifting you up, with your knees up to your head, folding you in half, as he lined up his shaft to your slick hole, thrusting inside, hitting your prostate, you moaned and whimpered profusely, your toes curled.

He fucked you in long, steady strokes, pushing deep with each thrust, making sure you felt every inch, every vein of his dick. The girth of him inside you was torment, your cock spurt out thin sheen of cum. head tipped back, neck full of fresh bruises, mouth drooling, his shaft was coated in creamy cum from the previous loads of cum he fucked into you earlier, it dripped out, making wet squelching noises when he thrusted in and out, he filled you to the brim just like a creampie.

“ Fuuuck— you're so fucking tight. ”

Toji cursed, buried himself deep, and came inside you—hot, thick spurts of his creamy load that made your thighs spasmed.

“ No matter how many times I fucked this pussy, it's still so fucking tight. ”

He pulled out only to thrust back in with a deep, filthy squelch, and you moaned—a raw, high-pitched moan that echoed in the room, he gripped your thighs tighter, he pushed you down to his shaft pushing the cum deeper, fast, you saw the tip of his cock bulging in your tummy.

“ NGHH— s-slow down. . ! ”

You whine. He grabs your hips and slams in again, fucking you with the weight of his cock, his heat, his heavy balls slapping against your ass.

“Fuuuck— fuck— take it— ”

He snarls, his rough and gravelly voice gets you intoxicated, you're too cock-drunk to even comprehend, slamming in and staying there as his cock throbs. And pulses, his every vein dragging along your velvety walls, he painted it white.

Toji’s voice is low, his breath hot against your ear, and his cock is buried deep inside you, pulsing with each heavy and fast grind of his hips, clinging to him as he starts to thrust, brutal and deep, it hits your prostate, making your cock spurt out loads of smooth cum dripping down your shaft, you moaned loudly, the remaining energy in your body leaving.

You passed out after you came, consciousness leaving your system, you felt your ears ringing, and Toji's inaudible voice.

You woke up, in your room, it was dimmed, dark curtains surrounded the glass windows, the coldness of the room hits your body, your hair and body was warm and dry, except your hole.

Your bleary sight is finally vivid, your eyes widened, you saw Toji still thrusting inside of you, you whimpered when your mind finally functions.

“ Well look who's finally awake. . . ”

He kissed your lips, with your mouth open, almost in instinct, slipping his warm pink tongue inside, he grips your thighs, pushing them up, folding you until you’re fully exposed under him. His cock hits that spot that makes you gurgle in the process, choking in your saliva, your hole feels so raw.

“ Did you sleep well, angel? You passed out. ”

“ Ngh— how long was I asleep. . ? ”

You barely nodded as you asked, your voice was hoarse and gravelly, with your swollen lips and eyes.

“ Almost for five hours. . .”

Your mouth agape, your eyes widened in fraction, you gripped onto his biceps.

“ Baby, what about your training. . ! Mr. Shiu w-would be so livid! ”

Toji merely dismissed you, thrusting his cock in and out of you, the cum is overflowing from the amount of loads that he dumped inside of your boycunt, he pressed down the bulge in your tummy, his canines peaking once again.

“ Training can wait, angel, I'm not done breeding you yet. . . ”

He starts thrusting harder, faster. His heavy balls still filled with his seed, he's so pent up from the days that he didn't get to fuck you because of those stupid trainings, from the times that he'd get so horny, wet dreams about you bouncing up and down his dick with his cum dripping down his shaft from your sopping wet cunt, his balls slap your ass with every thrust, creamy squelches, looong deliberate thrust dragged along your hole, like some cheap fleshlight, his personal cum dump.

Plap, Plap, Plap!

You can only moan and whimper as you take it all, you felt something vibrate on the bed, it was Toji's phone with an unfamiliar number displayed on the screen, Toji noticed as he smirked,he accepted the call and put it on speaker, you stared curiously at him, he stared at you with his phone on his ear, you heard a quite familiar voice, annoying even.

“ Hello, Mr. Fushiguro? Again I apologize for what happened yesterday, It wasn't my intention to discover your lover, and harass him at that, your management told me to apologize to you and your lover, I signed the contract that I wouldn't reveal these events on the public eye, may I please apologize to him, If I may. . ? ”

“ Why of course? here he is. . . ”

Your eyes widened as you finally get what he was planning, you frowned at him, Toji merely smiled at you, mocking you, you flushed when he put the phone beside your ear, your hands weren't exactly available right now as it was restrained by his vice grip.

“ Ah, hello, I would like to apologize to you as well, as I said, it wasn't my intention to harass you, I was just so excited to see Mr. Fushiguro, and I didn't know that he has a lover, you were quite a beauty, I can see why he's so protective of you. . . ”

Toji gritted his teeth and jaw, he felt something inside of him, possessiveness and jealousy, his eyebrows knitted in irritation, that made him thrust upward inside of you, deep and hard, you tried to muffle your noises as you bit your lips, he gripped your hips down with his other hand onto the mattress, but you still tried to answer.

“ Y-yes. . . It's a-all good now— mhnghh— ”

“You like this. You like being used and stuffed full to the brim while that bastard hears us, don’t you? What a whore. . . ”

Toji leaned in to your other ear, he whispered with his hot breath fanning in the surface of your ear, every time his hips slam into yours, you feel the slap of his skin, the obscene slick of his cock grinding inside you, you really tried to muffle your moans but the heavy and squelching noises says it anyways.

“ O-oh, Is that so? I'm glad then. . . Though are you alright? you seem to be distracted. ”

“ No worries, I-i just pulled a muscle—! ”

He pressed his hips flush to yours, his cock still twitching inside your soaked hole, he then grabbed the phone back to him.

“ Alright, that's enough. bye, sayonara or whatever. ”

“ Ah— Goodbye— ”

Turning off the phone and tossed it on the side, he stared down at you, watching his thick shaft still piercing you for almost a day now.

“ Haaaah. . .ngh—Tojiiiii—”

He thrust in, hard, You jolted, a delicious moan spilling from your lips as he grinds his hips deeper, refusing to pull out, you’re shifted on your back, legs trembling while you're folded in half, gripping the sheets, while his cock pulses deep inside you—raw, hot, wet and creamy.

“ Such a good boy you are. ”

He breathes, and panted, his voice rough and almost hoarse, while he caressed your hips tenderly.

“ Took me so well and letting me fuck you dumb and fill you up just like you deserve. . .”

You merely nodded profusely, accepting your fate, because you're so sure that he wasn't done yet.

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[notarmedandnotdangerous]

I was wondering if we could maybe pretty please have part 4 of the camboy reader series where Bucky gets his revenge on the reader 🥺 if not that’s totally fine I just wanna see reader get humbled lmao

part 5 now hehe. i hope you enjoyyy :) its like 2am for me rn so gn people 😋 this is nasty.

i dont really have a lot of time to write anymore cuz its my final year and classes end really late for me everyday 💔 i am trying my best!

+18 mdni! faceless desire; a fic where bucky finds out about reader's little secret

cw: sub!m!camboy!reader, dom!bucky, bondage (silk ties), use of toys (multiple types of dildos), silly chatroom, dumbification, degradation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, voyeurism (cuz theyre on stream)

word count: >4.3k

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!! @swiftie-fault

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the stream opens in dim, golden light.

the frame is artfully angled, cropped just below your jaw. all the viewers could see as bare skin, and your folded body. your cock twitched against your stomach, while your hole was stuffed full with a black plug that’s been sitting in you for almost an hour.

you were on your back, legs bent high, knees drawn to your chest, and held in place. silk ropes wrap around your thighs, and under the backs of your knees, looping snugly behind to keep you open, and completely accessible. the bindings dug slightly into your skin, but not harshly.

the camera caught the subtle tremble of your thighs, and the way your breathing was shallow.

user1:

‘knees up??? tied already?? what are we up for today???’

user2:

‘i should NOT be feeling this feral right now.’

you shifted slightly, just enough to show the silk looped around your wrists. they were tied to the sides of the bed, pulled outwards, and away from your face just to keep you perfectly framed for the camera.

user3:

‘oh god he tied his wrists too.’

user4:

‘bondage or presentation???’

you whispered to the mic, voice uneven.

“he tied my arms next, said i was squirming too much. he wanted me to stay open for him.”

from off-camera, bucky hums low.

“you keep trying to move, but i already tied you perfect.” he spoke, dragging one hand up your stomach gently. “plugged yourself up so well, didn’t even try to cheat, did you?”

“no.”

“good boy.” his fingers curled around the base of the plug, and began to pull.

it was slow. the way it dragged out of you made your back arch despite the bindings. your wrists tug at the silk, and the mic picks up the slick sound of it leaving your body.

“god.” bucky breathes, rubbing his thumb gently over your stretched hole. “you’re so open, just from waiting. look at that.”

user5:

‘the whimper when it came out..’

user6:

‘he’s definitely not walking tomorrow.’

you’re moaning quietly now, hips twitching slightly, but the ropes held you firm. your arms were useless, tied away, and you can’t even close your legs.

the camera shifts slightly as bucky reaches off-frame, then he returns, holding something smooth.

it was a dildo, long, thick, and threatening.

“i want to see how much you need it first, that okay?”

you whimper, you can’t help it. you tugged at the binds, shifted your hips, but you’re tied too tightly to go anywhere. your thighs are shaking in their loops, while your hole flutters visibly on camera.

bucky runs the tip of the dildo along your rim, teasing you with it. he hadn’t pushed it in yet, just let you feel it.

user7:

‘he’s making him work for it. this is so sick. i love you bandage guy.’

user8:

‘the gape. fuck.’

he presses the dildo in just enough to catch.

you gasp when the tip pushed in a little, then stops. the binds held you firm, there’s nowhere for you to run to, nothing for you to push back against.

“can’t even fuck yourself on it, can you?” he murmurs.

“..no.” you breathed. “i can’t- can’t move.”

“that’s the point.”

you sigh when he pushes in deeper, slowly. the stretch was fucking maddening. you hissed, bound hands curling into fists.

“you’re taking me so well, knew you would.” he leans in, hand sliding up your thigh to tug on the knot behind your knee. “you’re not going to ask me for it?”

“no.”

bucky chuckles under his breath, and the dildo slips forward just slightly.

“why not?”

“i can take it.” you breathe. ”you’ll use me when you’re ready.”

he stills, just for a second. then he exhales, like he’s proud of you, like you’ve said exactly what he wanted to hear.

“fuck, you’re so good.”

you shiver, and finally, he presses the dildo in. not all the way, just enough for it to seat inside you with a slow stretch.

user9:

‘so fucking patient’

user10:

‘bandage guy’s going to fucking LOSE IT when he finally fucks charmeur.’

bucky pushes in another inch, then drags it out again, slowly. he’s making you work for it. he fucks the dildo in shallow strokes, just enough to make your cock drool against your stomach.

“still not begging.”

“don’t need to.” you winked.

the chat fucking implodes.

user11:

‘IM GONNA DIE ACTUALLY’

user12:

‘HOW ARE YOU STILL CALM..’

“you’re going to take everything without asking once, aren’t you?”

“yes, sir.”

—

the dildo slides in again, slow, and deep, pressing flush against your prostate with precision. the silk binds dug into your skin as your thighs trembled.

it’s been an hour.

a whole fucking hour of slow, precise fucking. just the dildo, no fingers, no cock, no jerking you off, just that same, steady pressure, over, and over again.

the tip of the toy curves up perfectly, grazing your prostate each time bucky sinks it in to the hilt. he’s so fucking consistent with it, like he knows your endurance, like he had trained it himself.

you haven’t begged once.

user13:

‘an hour. HE’S BEEN FUCKING THAT SPOT FOR AN HOUR.’

user14:

‘how is he even breathing..’

“you’re doing so well, baby.” he murmurs. “just let me use you like a toy.”

you moan, quietly, the kind that slips out on accident. your chest is heaving now, muscles twitching. every slow thrust of the dildo draws a fresh ripple through your thighs. the binds were biting into your skin, not painfully, but grounding, to remind you that you weren’t going anywhere.

bucky’s on his knees, one hand steady on the base of the dildo, the other braced on your inner thigh. he’s quiet as he angles the toy just slightly down, and presses in again.

your vision goes fucking white at the edges, and your back arches in the binds. your thighs shake uncontrollably, while a sound tears from your throat.

that’s when it hit you.

you’re fucked.

there was no way you could outlast this.

there was no way you could think past this.

no fucking way.

you’ve handled denial, hell, you’ve taken worse. you’ve endured harsher punishments, but something about this calm, slow, methodical fucking of your prostate for a full hour with no climax? it’s turned your mind to mush.

and bucky notices it, of course he would.

“oh, there it is.” he hums. “feels better here, doesn’t it?”

you whimper softly, lips parted, sweat beading along your collarbones. your cock was still untouched, and throbbing.

user15:

‘he’s not even speaking anymore’

user16:

‘WHO DOES THAT..’

“you were holding it together so well.” he murmurs, dragging the dildo out halfway, before pressing it back in with a slow grind to that exact spot.

your legs jolt, and the binds dig in harder now.

“still not begging? but you’re going to start crying soon, aren’t you?”

you nodded. it wasn’t because you were breaking, fuck no. it was because you can’t hold your body still anymore, because every press to your prostate now feels more intense, and makes you see stars.

bucky continues, doing it again, and again.

you can’t breathe. your thighs trembled violently in their loops now, and your toes curl. your cock twitches against your stomach with every thrust, leaking a growing mess across your skin. and your voice? it’s nothing but gasps, and moans now.

“you’re still not asking me to stop. still not asking to cum.”

“mmh- no..” you shook your head, and it took more effort than usual.

“good.” he fucks the toy into that spot again.

you scream. a high, helpless sound you bite back halfway through. you can’t stop shaking now, your thighs jolt with every press, but you don’t beg, you took it, and endured it, even as your head spins, even as your throat cracks with every moan.

“you’ve been trained so fucking well.” he says, pressing in deep again, and grinding the toy right there. “you’re shaking so hard, and you’re still not asking.”

you try to nod, but your head just lolls back against the mattress.

bucky’s pace never changes, it was slow, deep, and perfect, in that same angle, driving straight into your prostate, like he had rewired your body to respond to this.

he knows what’s coming.

you feel it in your spine.

your hands curl into fists against the silk restraints, wrists flexing hard to try, and anchor yourself, but there was nothing that could ground you now.

your body was a fucking livewire.

“still not going to beg?” he murmurs, breath hot against your cheek, and his hand presses the toy in just a little deeper.

you sob out a choked moan.

“n-no, fuck- mmh, don’t n-need-”

then bucky thrusts the toy in again, hard, deep, and head-on.

something inside you fucking shatters. your back arches violently against the mattress. your whole body snapped taut as your orgasm rips through you. your cock jerks, and starts spilling all over yourself.

you’re gasping, shaking so fucking hard the bed creaks. your thighs spasm uncontrollably, the silk binds against the pull of your muscles. your moans break down into wet, helpless sounds.

it feels like your brain blanks for a second, like static.

user17:

‘CUMMING UNTOUCHED ARE YOU KIDDING’

user18:

‘this is the hardest he’s ever came, trust’

bucky doesn’t stop though, just fucked the toy through every jerk of your body, until your voice breaks, and your body goes limp.

“didn’t even need to ask for it. just took what i gave you.”

you nodded, completely dazed. your chest rose, and fell in ragged gasps, thighs twitching where they’re tied tight to your chest.

then he starts to move the toy again, and your eyes widen just slightly.

“we’re not done.” he smiles.

—

you know this rhythm, you had been taking it for an hour.

you thought you could take it, until bucky shifted his grip.

his hands braced firm, one on the back of your thigh, the other curling around the base of the dildo. then without warning, he slams it in, hard, fast, and directly into your prostate.

your scream hits the mic before your brain even catches up.

user19:

‘THE PACE??’

user20:

‘no more warm-up i guess.’

your entire body jolts, a full-body convulsion. the binds held you in place, but you could feel how hard your body was trying to escape.

bucky fucks the dildo in, and out with ruthless rhythm, shallow, fast, and perfectly angled, slamming into your prostate like he’s trying to bruise it.

“been so patient for me, took it so slow, let me train you all soft-” another thrust. harder.

“n-nnh- ah-!?”

“but you weren’t ready for this, huh? this is how it feels to not be in control of the pace.”

“don’t- b-baby.. don’t h-hit-”

“why? going to cum?”

you whimper, and try to deny it.

“you’re going to cum just from this”

your hands balled into fists in the silk binds, and you can’t even breathe right. your cock pulses violently where it lays across your belly, and then you cum. it was so hard, so sudden, and it knocked the air right out of your lungs.

there was no warning, just one perfect thrust that hammers your prostate, and you’re gone. everything is spinning, you can’t breathe, can’t think. you’re gasping, and hiccuping through it, blinking through the burn in your eyes.

bucky doesn’t slow down though. he’s still fucking the toy in, letting you ride it out, letting the aftershocks wreck you.

“i- don’t- f-fuck.. i didn’t even- mmh.” you pant, voice cracking. “didn’t know i- i could fucking do that-” you groaned, and tried to hide your face, but you were obviously unsuccessful.

“oh you’re embarrassed. that’s fucking adorable.”

you were still dripping, still shaking in the binds. your torso was streaked with your own cum. the dildo that forced it out of you, slides from your hole with a wet, messy pop.

“you thought we were done?”

“..no.”

“never had this one huh? a viewer sent this here.” he murmurs. “thought maybe you’d want to feel something a little deeper.” he picked a textured dildo. wide ridges spaced along the shaft, each one dragging over your rim as he pushes it in.

user21:

‘no breaks????’

user22:

‘ITS RIBBED. NO.’

you try to shake your head, try to say ‘wait.’ but it comes out as a soft pitiful moan.

and bucky grins.

he lines it up to your hole, and presses it in just enough to make your back arch.

you sob when the first ridge glides past your rim, then the second, then the third. every bump of that toy drags against your insides, pulls against your overstimulated nerves, catches just enough to make your stomach twitch.

“fuck!- oh god, baby– what- what is that? what the fuck? i- you’re not even hitting- uuh..”

“oh i know. i’m not trying to hit it.”

bucky doesn’t stop, just kept pushing, every ridge massaging you from the inside. he kept one hand on your lower stomach, pressing gently to hold you still.

“shh, i want you to feel every inch. let it stretch you, let it fucking kiss your spot, yeah?”

“no- fuck, i can’t- mmh.. i’m going to- baby! please- too.. too much.. you’re not- not even touching me-”

user23:

‘that’s.. torture..’

he doesn’t curl. he just slides it in, pulls it out, and slides it back in again.

“still with me?”

“y-yes,” you gasped. “just- different- it’s different- i can feel- e-everything, fuck. i-it’s too much- not even- baby, please, just- just hit it-”

bucky shook his head, and you swear you almost cried from that alone.

“nope. you’ve had too much, came all over yourself like a fucking teenager. you don’t deserve that right now.”

you were just about to whine, when he pushes another inch in.

“you’re going to cum just from this. i know you will.”

at this point it wasn’t the multiple orgasms that kill you. it was the way the texture stimulates everything around your prostate, the way you clench down every time a ridge catches just right, the way he watches you.

then he starts fucking you with it. short, sharp strokes that rub every spot in you.

you can’t stop twitching, your thighs quivered like you were freezing.

bucky leaned over, and gently brushed the hair off your sweaty forehead.

“you’ve been such a mess for me, all that, and i didn’t even touch your spot once.”

you blink up at him, dazed, and drooling a little.

“please- baby. i.. just- just a little.. can’t.. n-need it so- fuck, so bad..”

he smiles, kisses your cheek, and then finally presses it in just right.

you screamed, loud, and helpless. your entire body convulses, back arching like you’ve been shocked, and your cock jerks violently.

“fuck fuck fuck- baby.. what the fuck?.. oh my god- please- d-don’t stop..”

just when you started to adjust, he pulled the toy out, slow, and gentle.

user23:

‘THATS ALL HE GETS??’

user24:

‘i’ll cry actually’

your hole, gaping now, clenches around nothing.

“why- why’d you stop.. i-i needed.. was about to cum..”

the next toy was thinner, smooth, and vibrating.

“let’s see how you do with this one.”

you barely register the change, before he’s pressing it in.

“n-no.. i can’t- please, it- you don’t understand..”

the moment it slips inside, your thighs jolt. you gasp sharp, and high in your throat, as the buzzing tip lands directly against your prostate.

“there it is, right where it fucking belongs.”

it wasn’t even the stretch, or the depth. it’s the vibration, buzzing against your prostate, and seeping into your spine. it’s gentle, but that’s what makes it so much worse.

“f-fuck, i can’t.. too- too much..”

“i know, that’s why i’m doing it.”

user25:

‘THAT’S A VIBRATOR??’

user26:

‘who the FUCK sent them this toy.’

the toy buzzes deep inside you, pressing rhythmically against your prostate. every muscle in your body was seizing in small, helpless spasms. your hips twitch, but you can’t jerk away. the binds were too tight, holding you in place.

“i f-fuck, baby. please- you’re not- even doing anything.. uugh.. that’s.. not fair..”

bucky stills, then laughs, like he can’t believe you’re just now realising.

“oh baby, you really thought this was just for fun?”

you blink up at him, and he brushes his fingers down your chest.

“this is revenge.”

“..what?”

“for last stream, that fucking toy. made me cry?” he presses the toy slightly deeper, just for emphasis. “you know i have to get you back somehow.”

you don’t cum, but your cock was leaking like it wanted to.

“you’re not going to cum. not yet.“ he murmurs. “this is just so you feel, so you remember.”

you sob again, a soft little hiccup escaping your throat.

“baby- no, please- m-move it.. i’m going to lose it-”

and bucky presses it a little harder.

“you don’t need to cum, you just need to be wrecked.”

and it kept going. minutes of that buzzing pressure on your prostate. your voice was slurred now.

user27:

‘4 minutes and counting.. any day now..’

“can’t.. i don’t- don’t know what to do.. please-”

but you’re not in charge, and he’s just watching you fall apart.

“you look so pretty like this, all this noise from one little toy.” he sighs. “makes me wonder what else you’re hiding.”

the vibrator’s been pulsing inside you for a solid 15 minutes, buzzing against your prostate, not even moving.

you were still aching, still twitching, but your breathing has finally evened out. you’re glassy-eyed, and panting, but the vibrations became background noise, just a soft hum in your bones.

and that’s when bucky leans down, strokes your thighs gently.

“you’re getting used to it, huh?”

you blink up, and he pulls it out before you even answer.

user28:

‘THE BETRAYAL’

user29:

‘why is pulling it out somehow worse.’

bucky grabs the next toy without warning. it was thinner, longer, the type that thrusts on its own. he turns it on before you could even protest.

then it starts moving, gentle thrusts, back, and forth. the second it starts gliding over your prostate with motion, and not pressure, your body jerks.

“w-wait- that’s- t-that’s new, n-not the same- i-i can’t-”

“shh, we’re going to teach your body everything.”

“please- please, it’s, it’s too fast i just- why did you change it, i was- i could take the other.. mmh.. i was good, i- nnngh.. it’s touching me d- can’t think..”

user30:

‘i was good??? kill me’

user31:

‘the exact moment his brain gives up’

user32:

‘bandage guy’s going down the menu at this point’

just when your breathing starts to settle again, bucky pulls it out, and replaces it with a girthier one. it was thick, firm, barely curved, meant to stretch, not stimulate. it presses in slow, spreading your used hole wide.

“no- no, no. why’s- that’s so big- can’t- why the fuck- mmh, it's so thick-?”

all he does is coo.

by the time he was about to switch to the fourth toy, you’re gone. you don’t even feel it leave your hole this time.

whatever he was using, he slides it out in one slow drag, and all you can do it twitch. your chest heaves, and you’re soaked in sweat.

“still holding yourself open.” he’s pleased with the state you’re in.

you’d snap at him, and call him a pervert if you could.

bucky drags two fingers down to your rim, and watched as you fluttered around nothing.

“even now. that’s good, so good.”

your body jolts when his fingertips press inside, just the pads, just enough to feel how sensitive you are. but you don’t pull away, you can’t.

“going to keep you right here for a while, just like this.”

the next toy slips in with practiced ease. it was a vibrator as well, but this one vibrates fully, instead of just at the tip. the second it seats against your sweet spot, you whimper. the vibrations weren’t even consistent, fuck, they pulsed in uneven bursts.

it’s too much, but not in a way that makes you want to run, it just breaks you more.

your lips part, and you drool unthinkingly. a fat string of saliva dripped from the corner of your mouth, and pools on the pillow beneath your head.

“can’t even talk now?”

you blink up at him, or maybe through him, you don’t even know anymore.

your body jerks again when he pulls the toy out, and you almost sob at the loss.

but then bucky presses in something new. it was ribbed as well, but with firmer, more insistent ridges as compared to the one earlier. every ridge catches against your sore rim as he slowly works it inside.

then once it’s seated fully inside you, he fucks it fast.

sharp, shallow thrusts that make your body jolt like you’re being electrocuted. you can’t even cry out, just breathy, high-pitched whines spilling from your throat.

your cock twitches, and you think you might cum again. maybe you already did, you weren’t sure anymore. your cock was soft now, but it still leaks.

you were a fucking mess, and he watches it all like he’s in awe.

“you’re still so good, still letting me play with you.” he coos.

you try to shake your head, but your neck barely moves. you try to answer, but all that comes out was another hoarse sound, and a wet drop from your mouth.

“you’re really just taking it, huh? one after the other?” his palm smooths down your thigh, and you twitched. “you’re not even fighting anymore, not even trying to stop me?” he slows down a little, but presses deeper instead.

user33:

‘THE WHINE??’

user34:

‘he wasn’t even this broken last time..’

“god, you’re such a fucking slut.”

your whole body jerks. it wasn’t from shame, or shock, but because something about that word made your cock twitch.

“oh, you like that.”

you try to turn your face, try to hide from it. but your wrists were tied, your whole body’s bound open, and you can’t go anywhere.

bucky leans in close.

“you let me tie you up, let me use toy after toy until you were drooling all over yourself, and you still haven’t begged me to stop.”

you whimpered.

“why?” he asked, as gently as he could. “huh? why are you letting me slut you out like this?”

you try to answer, you really do, but nothing comes out.

user35:

‘he doesn’t know anymore GOD’

user36:

‘somebody sedate me’

user37:

‘i get him. i’d cry too if someone called me a slut on cam.’

“you like being like this, all fucked out, and wet, don’t you?”

you nod, barely.

bucky thumbs a bit of drool off your face, and smears it down your throat.

“you’re my favourite toy, but you’re also my favourite whore.”

then he starts moving the toy again, faster now, pressing up into your raw prostate with firm thrusts. every thrust punches the air from your lungs. your back arches, and your arms twitch helplessly.

“you’re going to cum again, aren’t you?”

you nod, cry, and moan, all together.

“say it.”

“w-wha..”

“say you’re my little fuck toy, say it or i’ll stop.”

you gulped. there was no fucking way you could.

“i’m- uh, i’m-”

“louder.” he says, voice edged now. “come on, you said everything so easily before this.”

you try again.

“i’m your- f..” your jaw trembles, and you can’t get the rest out.

“oh wow.” he scoffs. “that’s all it took to break you?” he taps the toy again, then starts punching it into you until you cum.

your whole body’s twitching, and the ribbed toy stays buried inside you. your hole clenches around it with every breath, ever small aftershock of ruined pleasure you can’t come down from. you’ve stopped trying to speak.

you think bucky’s done, until you hear him shift on the bed. you hear the sound of his belt coming loose, and the drag of his zipper. he didn’t even bother taking the toy out.

you don’t move, but your mouth parts. no one could see it with the way the camera was angled, but the viewers still freaked out over it.

user38:

‘i need bandage guy to treat me this way too.’

he sees the comment, and reads it out loud.

“someone said: ‘i need bandage guy to treat me this way too.’ you? you’d barely last a minute before crying. you’d fold the second i looked your way.” he scoffs. “still drooling, still open.”

you whimper, and he slides in, no warning. just one firm thrust that pushes his cock deep into your throat, you gag once, but don’t pull away.

“see that? didn’t flinch.” he shifts his hips a little, enough to make you choke again. “he trained the gag reflex out of himself for me. bet you can’t do that.”

you whine, and bucky sighs, his gaze drops back to you.

“look at him, fucking perfect. you think you deserve this?”

bucky starts to move, slow at first, then harder. he’s thrusting into your throat like he’s trying to fuck the breath from your lungs. he knows exactly how deep, and how fast you need it.

“fuck, look at you. so good, so fucking perfect.”

but then he stutters, one sharp thrust in, and he gasps. his hips jerk forward, and before he could react, he’s cumming down your throat. he keeps your head there, mouth stuffed full, swallowing around him without needing to be told. his entire body trembles, and he’s panting now.

he pulls the toy out of you, and looks at you.

“say thank you.”

you twitched.

“th.. thank you..”

bucky then reaches up, and cuts the steam manually. there wasn’t a fade, it was abrupt.

[separatetheyolk]

In Your Corner | Lewis Hamilton X Male!Reader

ʚɞ featuring: Lewis Hamilton

ʚɞ you were never meant for the spotlight. You were supposed to be a normal person, working a 9-5 job and drive home in a beat up 2009 ford focus to a one bedroom apartment. That was what you were born for. The monotony of a doomed society. But here you were. Dating the most accomplished driver in F1 history.

ʚɞ alternatively you’re having a bad day. Lewis helps to make it a little easier.

ʚɞ contents: anxiety, angst I guess but also kinda not at the same time, comfort, y/n usage, paparazzi and the bs that comes with them

ʚɞ word count: 1711

ʚɞ note: male/masc reader intended. He/him pronouns used for the reader. I’m in the mood for some loving, soft but also protective Lewis content :(

The moment you’d woken up something just felt.. off. The feeling felt familiar. But you just couldn’t place why you were feeling it. A tight ball in your throat impossible to swallow down. A never ending pit of despair eating away at your stomach. You’d woken up alone, looking to Lewis’ side of the bed. Clearly, he’d tried to make it. But it seemed as though your movements had crumbled the duvet back up again.

You hadn’t wanted to move at first. You wanted the blankets to swallow you whole. Leave you to wallow in this feeling, drown in it. But you couldn’t. No, it was qualifying for silverstone today. One of Lewis’ more important tracks to preform well on. You wanted to be there for him incase he needed anything. Support, water, food. Anything at all.

So reluctantly, you decided getting up was the best course of action for the day. Rising from that oh so comfortable cocoon of warm blankets and clean sheets, you shuffled through to the main room of your suite. “Lew?” You called as you poked your head past the doorframe. Voice echoing slightly off white walls only to find absolutely no one. And that ball in your throat seemed to grow just a smidge.

You made your way around the room slowly, checking under tables, behind sofas, each of Roscoe’s many dog beds just to find he was missing too. Concluding that Lewis had took the dog out for a walk, you made your way to the sofa. Setting a few pillows against the hard arm rest and curled up in the corner where it met the back.

About fifteen minutes later, your ears perked up to the sound of the heavy room door opening and closing. Lewis still out of sight muttering to Roscoe about how he was the ‘best boy’ and asking if he enjoyed his walk. But soon enough the beloved Bulldog came into view, plodding over and with some help jumped onto the sofa. Clambering in your lap looking for some love thus breaking the ball you’d made with your body. Although that really didn’t take much effort.

“Babe?” Lewis called, keeping his voice low just incase you were still asleep, walking into the room as he shoved his coat from his shoulders, hanging it up carefully on the hook. You watched his face light up when he’d spotted you scratching a spot behind Roscoe’s ear, moving over to sit beside you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. Directing you gently to his side. “How’d you sleep, love?” Lewis asked, smoothing out the mess of bed hair you hadn’t taken care of just yet. “You were out like a light when I woke up.”

Slowly you moved to rest your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder. Shuffling carefully so your body was turned towards him more. Adjusting Roscoe slightly as you went. Taking advantage of this new position, you wrapped an arm loosely around Lewis’ waist, letting out a content sigh. “Slept fine..” you spoke. It coming almost as a whisper. You swore you could hear Lewis’ expression change.

“Just.. fine?” He asked, not wanting to pry, but also wanting to make sure you knew he was there for you. Whether that was a person to rant to, cry to, cuddle with, or just sit in silence with.

“Yeah.. took a while to get my head down but once I did it was just, well.” Your shoulder shrugged slightly, at a loss for words. “Fine.” You felt as Lewis’ arm moved from your shoulder to around your back, pulling you closer and giving you a comforting squeeze.

Lewis was silent for a moment. Unsure if he should throw some advice his boyfriends way way, or just reassure him that he was here. Eventually, he settled on the latter, nodding slowly. “I’m in your corner, baby.. whatever you need.”

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Lewis Hamilton and his partner Y/N L/N have stepped foot back on Silverstone’s tarmac!

Lewis looking sharp as ever

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user1 bro dates Lewis Hamilton and he shows up in a hoodie 💀

user2 it must be so embarrassing for Lewis omg

user3 I hate how people compare the two :(

user4 We do have a point, though

user3 What? That Y/N is his own person? Has his own likes and dislikes?

user4 Chill man it’s just an outfit

user3 I thank you for proving my point

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You took a shaky breath as you walked through crowds. Occasionally getting separated from Lewis which you very much did not like. No thank you. No siree. You’d went with one of Lewis’ hoodies to try and blend in. A hard task with who you were dating.. and what he was wearing. But it had been worth a shot anyway. A blind shot in the dark that missed but a shot regardless.

You’d managed to catch back up to Lewis, arm wrapping around his. Your other hand coming to rest on his bicep as you dodged people and touches like they’d burn you to a crisp. Keeping your eyes away from cameras, which mostly resulted in having them fixed to the floor.

Your hold on Lewis’ arm tightened as that anxious feeling began to bubble. Trying to keep yourself in check. Reminding yourself to not ruin this for him. This was his track. His pride and joy. But more importantly this was his job. You couldn’t go around having panic attacks. No, just keep a smile on your face and keep walking. God you were sure you looked like a wimp right now.

Lewis had caught the hold tighten on his arm, eyes darting down briefly to you as he walked. Wordlessly, he pulled the arm from your hold. A movement you didn’t fight but caused your heart to hammer hard against your chest. Carefully, he set his arm around your waist. The hold secure and unmoving. More comforting than before. You felt his hand grip to your side. Giving you another squeeze like he had done that morning.

To others and more importantly the media, this looked like a loving embrace. A couple happily together, enjoying eachother a company and not afraid to show eachother affection. And that was still the case on all counts. But behind that, it held such a deeper meaning. The simple touch of Lewis’ hand, an arm wrapped around you, it was enough to calm storms and tame seas that ravaged your mind.

“Almost there, sweetheart..” Lewis spoke under his breath. Mouth unmoving as he done so. It pulled you from your thoughts, looking around at the crowd as you grew closer to the garages. Nodding wordlessly, you kept close to him. Not trusting your voice just yet.

The rest of the walk was hell on earth to you. It felt impossibly slow despite only stopping once or twice. Lewis would pull his hand away briefly to sign autographs as he walked before setting it back around you. Eventually, you both settled on hand holding instead since that was much easier. Fingers interlocked, Lewis pressed a kiss to the back of his boyfriend’s hand. Blush rising to the tips of your ears hidden by hair that just about fell over them.

Lewis said his quick hello’s, excusing himself as he led you to his room. Or rather, steered you. Hands on either side of your waist, you in front. Keeping you mostly out of sight as SkySports workers angled their shots into the Mercedes garage. The two of you disappearing around the corner and into said room. The moment the door was shut and blinds drawn your shoulders relaxed, rubbing your face. “I’m sorry..” you spoke. Coming out as a mix of a whimper and a groan. “I’m so sorry- I know this is your day I don’t know what’s wrong..”

“Hey.. hey hey, hey no.” He shook his head, quickly making his way to you with three large strides. Hands coming to your cheeks and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Oh baby..” he whispered, hands now moving from your cheeks. Arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close. He felt you press your face to his neck, speaking up. “You can’t help it, love. You can’t stop it. And no one here expects you to.. I don’t expect you to.”

Carefully, he moved the both of you two the sofa, sitting down and carefully pulled you onto his lap. Straddling him. Again, you pressed your face to your boyfriend’s neck, Lewis pressing kisses to your clothed shoulder. “You need to start getting ready.. qualifying will be soon.” You spoke up, but made no effort to move.

Lewis smiled softly at that comment, shaking his head. He slipped a hand under your hoodie but still over your shirt, rubbing up and down your back soothingly. Feeling your body melt against his with each movement. “Babe I couldn’t give a crap about quali right now.. all I care about is you. And I’m not leaving this room, you’re not leaving my lap, until you’re at one hundred percent.”

“But-”

“Not a single ‘but’ is needed baby.. that’s how this works.” He pressed another kiss to your shoulder. “I love you.. and that love comes before any of this.” He heard you mumble something into his shoulder, followed by a sniffle. “Hmm? Baby what was what?” He asked softly, looking down to you with a frown.

You lifted your head slightly away from his shoulder, a shaky “But it shouldn’t have to be like that..” coming from you.

With a frown, Lewis pulled you back slightly. “Love, I asked you to be my boyfriend. I asked you to travel with me. I asked you to be my rock. And I asked I asked you to let me be yours. I done that knowing about your anxieties. Knowing that you’d need me.. and I’m so unbelievably happy that you trust me enough to let me help you.” He moved to fix a few strands of your hair, smiling softly. “And I’m so grateful you said yes.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, moving to hold you again. “You got me in your corner, love. Whatever you need.”