Kidnapped

Ghost? Soap? Lando? About had a damn heart attack with this 😩😩😩😩

Claim Her Name (Caitlin Foord x Reader x Steph Catley)

A/n requested smut

Star marks the start of smut 18+, Minors DNI

Also apologising in advance

There's a small breeze that blows through the house on a hot summer afternoon. The heatwave had been practically killing any effort to try and get anything productive done, but the cool air was a nice turn.

So you'd opened up the house and started on the list of chores you hadn't touched yet.

Clad in one of Steph's black arsenal jerseys, and just underwear, you clear out most of them within a few hours.

Midway through scrubbing down the benches in the kitchen and cooking, your ears perk up enough to hear a car pull into the driveway, and two doors slam shut.

You continue to hum with a small smile, knowing it was just Steph and Caitlin.

What you aren't expecting is the bickering coming from the two. And what you definitely aren't expecting is the conversation they're having.

Lord knows they didn't have a filter when they got like this.

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"Oh come on Caitlin, like she cums any harder in your jersey than she does in mine."

"She does! Thank you very much. That was proven a week ago."

"How? She wasn't even in your jersey. She was wearing a plain Arsenal 22/23 kit."

"Still counts."

Theres a huff.

"If that counts, that means she was technically wearing my jersey too!"

"Like shit! I was the one to make her cum, therefore it counts for me, not you."

You shake your head as you hear them slowly approach the kitchen. Only then do you realise there's a name on the back of your jersey, and you quietly curse, knowing you won't hear the end of it from either of them.

As they approach the kitchen, Steph pauses mid argument, spotting you standing with your hands leaning against the bench, watching the doorway.

"Alright babe, who do you think is right here? Who makes you cum the hardest in who's jersey?"

"Wooow, 'Hey baby, we're home, we missed you so much, wow, what smells so good? Thank you for cooking dinner. We love you.' Aww, thanks, my loves, I missed you both so much as well, I hope training went alright, I love you too!"

Caitlin bursts out laughing, and Steph slaps her palm against her forehead before shuffle jogging over silently to apologise. Her hands find your waist from behind, turning you to her, and she mumbles a soft apology against your lips, noting your lack of pants.

"Hey baby, sorry, you know us getting into it. Dinner does smell really good. Thank you for cooking. And might I say, you do look absolutely ravishing with my name on your back."

You glare playfully at her, poking her in the shoulder.

"Kiss-ass."

A cheeky grin crosses her face.

"I'd definitely do that."

You roll your eyes and turn to the now pouting Caitlin.

"What's up with you?"

"You're wearing her number over mine."

Your brow raises.

"Babe, I was wearing yours yesterday... and the day before that... and five out of seven days last week."

Her cheeks flush a little, and she huffs.

You just chuckle and shake your head at her. While you're having this conversation, Steph slides her hands down to your hips, admiring the sight of her name on your back.

One hand slips up your back again and gently rubs at your shoulder, and she presses into you, nearly pinning you against the counter.

"God baby, you're killing me here." It's muttered next to your ear.

"Oh, I'm killing YOU, am I?" It's said with a soft giggle that escapes your lips.

Your head tilts to the side regardless, and she takes the opportunity to make eye contact with Caitlin as she presses soft kisses to your neck, looking her dead in the eye with a daring gaze.

Before they get too far, though, you shake off the slight haze and duck out from Steph's grip to continue watching the pans on the stove.

Steph huffs, but you silence her with a 'look'.

"Set the table goofballs, dinner's nearly done, and enough with the bickering about my orgasms."

They both quickly rush to do as they're told, always swift to outdo the other. They do love each other, and you can swear they were intimate in their own right, but jesus, were they competitive.

This definitely isn't the first time they've been caught bickering about you, and you're sure it certainly won't be the last.

In the past, it's usually been about who can get you to laugh first or who buys the food closest to what you're craving when you're on your period. But orgasms?

That was a new one. Even for the ever horny Caitlin Foord. You swore her sex drive was through the roof at all times of the day.

Her challenging Steph like that wasn't new, but doing it while walking in the door from training was just taking it to a whole other level.

So you were certainly on guard for the possibility that you were getting jumped tonight. You'd already completed most of the stuff you needed to anyway.

As you all sat and ate at the square table in the dining room, Steph and Caitlin sat either side of you. Occasional chatter comes up, you prompting them about training and them asking if everything went alright today, and if there was anything they could help with after dinner.

That was something you would forever be grateful for. They had one of the busiest careers out there, playing, training, doing media, and prepping for national team duty. Hell, Caitlin had a second job working as a physio.

Then there was you. You worked from home and did most of the chores around the house, and they still insisted they help you with that.

Sure, it was a decently paying job, and you were thankful for that opportunity, but... was it enough? They certainly deserved so much better than what you could give them, right?

Funnily enough, you'd made the mistake of having that same thought about two months ago. You'd expressed that you felt a little lacking in terms of how much you did and nearly took on a second job.

It's not like you needed it. You just felt like you weren't working hard enough.

Of course, Steph and Caitlin were quick to tell you otherwise and prove it. You made sure there was always company at home. You were there for them in ways any other person couldn't be. You always had a fresh, cooked, healthy meal for them.

You still worked your butt off with your current job. You earned nearly half the income in the house. On top of that, the house was always in top shape. You did maintenance, yard work, cleaning, organising, laundry. To them, that was more than enough.

So you kept that one to yourself, knowing you'd only be told otherwise and made a promise to yourself to work on that one later. Maybe a volunteer position might ease that?

Everything you did, your girls were right there with you when they could be.

God, you loved them.

As dinner slows to soft chatter, and as soon as you put your fork down, about to stand to clear the table, both of them stand up, Caitlin grabbing the leftovers to container them and put them away for later, Steph grabbing the dishes to put in the sink to wash.

You watched them move around the kitchen with ease, occasionally ribbing each other lightly, playful banter in the air as they cleaned up.

This was just a routine you'd have to get used to. You get scolded every time you try to do the dishes after dinner.

"Nuh uh, you cooked for us and cleaned all day. Pretty butt in chair baby, we'll finish this."

You took the opportunity to go and start the next load of laundry while they did that, not wanting to sit still for too long.

You hear footsteps pad from behind you into the laundryroom. And you turn to look at Steph, who's now leaning against the doorway, watching you.

"What's up?"

"Nothing, just admiring." A small smile pulling at her lips.

You shake your head slightly and bend down to pick up the next basket to move it, but a pair of hands pull you up, spin you around, and press you against the washing machine.

Steph quickly takes your lips with her own, and it just about knocks the air from your lungs. She lifts you to sit on the machine, and her hands are hot on your thighs, keeping you as close as possible.

Your legs wrap around her, and you chuckle softly as she immediately goes for your neck again.

She had a thing for leaving marks on you. Not that you minded. You never really had anything to do in town and were easy enough to cover when you did. Plus, you enjoyed the feeling of both of them claiming you like this.

Her mouth trails over the junction of your neck and shoulder, teeth pulling at the skin and lips soothing the ministrations. Your hands slip up the back of her shirt, gently scratching the skin where you know it riles her up.

Her grip on your legs tightens a little as you do so, fingers digging into the skin, leaving you keening as she kisses you again.

Her tongue dips between your lips, leaving you whimpering softly, melting completely into her.

"You're so fucking sexy dressed like this baby. You have no idea how much I love seeing my name on your back."

You breathlessly chuckle as she returns to work on your neck.

"Oh, I think I have a little idea."

At that, she pulls you to the edge of the machine, nudging you to lift your hips as she pulls your underwear off from beneath you.

"I'm sure we can remedy that then and give you the full idea."

She drops to her knees, pulling her hair back with a hair tie and a small wink that, if you'd been standing, would have taken your knees out from under you.

Thankfully, the window in the laundry room is frosted, so it's not entirely obvious to the outside world what you're doing.

"Jesus baby, you're killing me."

Her breath fans your centre as she pulls you right to the edge of the machine. Her eyes meet yours as she wiggles her brows at you and you laugh.

"All in a days work."

"Yeah, yeah, now hush and fuck me."

Steph kisses at your inner thigh, a teasing smile on her lips. "So demanding."

With that, she kisses at your clit, tongue peaking out to swipe up your slit.

Your head lulls back, and you lean back fully on your hands with a soft moan. One hand moves to grip the back of her head as she moves her tongue in zigzags, moving just enough to work you up, but in no way near enough to finish from it.

"Steph." It comes out as a soft sigh, almost pleading with her.

"Shh baby, we've got time."

Her tongue lazily drags up your taste into her mouth as her lips wrap around your clit to suck gently.

You look down to make eye contact with her, fingers running through the loose hair, gripping it slightly. It makes you moan a little louder this time as she dips her tongue inside you.

"And to think, you told me you were just helping her do laundry."

You meet Caitlin's eye in the doorway, wondering how long she'd been standing there off to the side.

Steph pulls away for a moment, making you whine softly.

"Was wondering when you were gonna get in here."

"Baby, please." You urge Steph's head back towards you.

She tuts playfully at you, hands pressing your legs wider, as she signals your other girlfriend to join her. Caitlin just shakes her head.

"You said you could make her cum harder. Prove it."

"Technically, you said that, I only said it wasn't true in your case."

You groan out, a little frustrated now.

"Guys, fuck the techinicalities, can one of you please just continue, your head is between my legs, you should be making me cum, not arg- shiiitt"

Steph dives in just about straight away. This time, it's much more aggressive and leaves you bucking your hips against her face.

One hand slips away from your inner thigh and moves to press two digits to your entrance. Her fingers dip inside slow, teasing, and it sends tingles up your spine.

Her arm moves with her thrusts, bicep tensing with each stroke. Steph feels you clench around her fingers and speeds up her strokes to match your hips thrusting against her.

Her other arm has to eventually move to hold you down, though, in order to keep her mouth where you need it.

Your hips start to jerk a little more, and as her fingers curl just right inside you, you clench tightly. She knows you're close and speeds up a little, tapping your g-spot, throwing you closer as your chest starts to rise and fall rapidly.

Her tongue zigzagging harshly over your clit is what sends you over with a squeaked cry, curses tumbling from your lips.

Your toes curl, your eyes are clenched shut, and your fingernails bite into your palms as your orgasm crashes through you.

What Steph hadn't seen as she fucked you was Caitlin leaving the doorway and returning a second later. With something in hand.

She spots the forward, now wandering into the room with a short sleeve black away jersey.

As you come down from the high, a little hazey from the impromptu orgasm, you see Caitlin and spot whats now in her hand.

"We're gonna run a little experiment, baby, tonight is all about you."

You lift your head off the wall with a slight kink in your brow.

"Like y'all don't do that ceremoniously every other night."

Her hand comes up to rest on your cheek, thumb tugging gently at your bottom lip.

"But, if you let me finish, we see who can make you cum harder in who's jersey."

You whimper slightly, at the same time Steph removes her fingers from you and stands to your level.

"You get to cum as much as you want, but, at the end of each orgasm, give us a rating."

"Seriously?" You look at them a little unimpressed, you weren't physically prepared for tonight by any means and plus, they know well and true that you won't be able to answer them after the fifth or so orgasm.

Steph moves back to stand between your legs and kiss at your neck, mumbling into your ear.

"We can take it easy, and take as long you like baby, but you'll be cumming later either way."

You huff slightly before nodding.

"Jesus, you're both gonna be the death of me." You murmur, closing your eyes as her teeth nip at the new unmarked skin.

"Then, 7/10, the mouth work was 10/10, but the location was questionable. My ass hurts now too."

Her lips detach from your neck, and she pulls away with a pouty look on her face. "Sorry baby, rating's a rating."

With that, you feel a new pair of hands grab your legs.

You sit up to kiss Caitlin as she hikes you into her arms, lifting you off the machine completely and walking you to the bedroom, Steph trailing behind.

Your arms tighten around her neck, pulling her down with you as she tries to set you down, and you giggle softly at the look on her face when she lands on top of you.

She's nestled between your legs, and her hands keep her from entirely leaning on you, though you put an end to that and pull her down onto you, keeping your legs tight around her to take her full weight.

She smirks against your lips, and her hand slips between you, riding up under the black jersey. She grabs at your chest, palming it as she leans off to the side slightly to get more access.

You moan as she works at your chest, kneading and pinching at your nipple.

Suddenly, her weight disappears off you as she sits up and pulls you with her. You barely register her hands, pulling one jersey off and replacing it with her own.

The moment it's back on, you're pushed backwards again. This time, she's settled on either side of your left leg, straddling it. Her hands pull her own shirt off with you staring at her stomach as she does so.

She chuckles at your expression and leans down to capture your lips again.

Caitlin's hand moves between your legs, and you jolt slightly, still a little sensitive. Her finger rubs slowly at your clit, making you sigh softly into her mouth.

She pulls away with a small nip to your lower lip and kisses to your collarbone and slips down to level with your pussy.

You feel the bed shift to your left. It's Steph, but she doesn't move to touch you. You beckon her over, but she doesn't move, only shakes her head no at you.

You whine softly, "Why not?"

"Because we're not allowed to touch you while the other is doing her thing, those are rules, sorry baby."

You huff slightly, "Fuck the rules."

Caitlin raises a brow at Steph.

"Or you could let her do her thing and fuck you instead?"

You almost protest, but Caitlin's tongue interrupts you.

Her first swipe makes you let out a breathy sigh. Her next is much harsher, and you moan into the cool night air. She dives straight into you after that, and your head drops to the pillow beneath it, eyes clenched shut.

She works you up the same as the defender had, but when she sneaks two fingers into your entrance, you notice she's paired it with something else and it sends heat straight to your gut at the thought.

It's a vibrating ring.

When she snuck that on, you had no idea, but that thought quickly gets wiped away, as she fully pushes the first two fingers in and holds her third tight to the other two.

You can hear Steph protest from next to you.

"Cheating little shit."

Caitlin just winks cheekily at her and doubles her efforts. To your credit, you hold off for as long as you can, but in the end, her lips sucking harshly at your clit is what sends you over. And fast.

Caitlin has a smirk on her face as she brings you down. And when she pulls away, you give her a joking thumbs up.

"8/10, sneaky choice with the ring, but didn't it last long enough. Great mouth work, still wearing pants, though."

Steph growls at that.

"What happened to no outside influence?"

Caitlin shrugs, a cheeky grin on her face.

"It was technically inside her."

Steph huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Fine, how about we rework the rules since you so clearly won't stick to them. We'll make so we can use any toy to make her cum."

She turns to you, which you'd been watching them with hooded eyes and a small amused smile on your face.

"What about you, baby? Any input?"

"You know I'm not gonna have input, babe, I'm here for the orgasms and the entertainment."

She rolls her eyes and turns back to Caitlin.

"Well? What's your input?"

Caitlin taps her fingers on her chin, pretending to think for a moment.

"We can use anything?"

Steph sighs and nods.

"Within reason and at the discretion of Y/n."

Caitlin immediately sticks her hand out.

"Deal."

Steph raises both brows at her before shaking her hand and her own head at the girl. You giggle at the two. Your goofballs.

"Alright, back in a second."

She steps off the bed and heads into the walk-in wardrobe, pulling out a box you know all too well. She pulls off the lid and tosses it, setting the box down at the end of the bed before kneeling to dig through it.

You wiggle your way down, leaning on your elbows to look over at what she's pulling out. She goes to grab a small vibrator but stops when she notices you watching her.

She quickly shoos you back up the bed, and you whine but do so. She pulls out a few objects that you can't see and leaves them layed out on the carpet where you can't get a glimpse from your position.

The first thing she does is grab the blindfold and shift up the bed, straddling your waist. Damn, you were banking on her not doing that.

You sit up obediently, and she ties it around your head tightly, making sure to shift it so there's no chance for you to peak.

"This stays on for the rest of tonight, so there's no chance she sees what we're about to do. Senses heightened kind of thing. Tends to make you cum harder."

You hear Caitlin speak up from beside you.

"Eye contact is pretty hot though."

Steph scoffs.

"Good luck getting her to keep it."

You make a mock offended noise.

"Excuse me." You huff.

"Yeah, no, sorry babe, you kind of make it difficult when you won't sit still long enough." Caitlin chuckles slightly.

"Seriously?"

"Yup." Is Steph's answer and you pout softly.

She shifts off you and the bed moves as she steps off it. You hear some rustling for a bit before she gets back onto the bed.

"Turn over on your stomach."

You do so carefully as to not just fall off the bed, and Steph's hands guide your hips up slightly to slip a pillow beneath them.

A bottle lid is cracked open, and you assume it's lube.

"We agreed no butt stuff, right?"

Two seconds of silence.

"Baby, we talked about this, and been there done that was a big no, so yes, it's a no, no butt stuff."

"Just double checking" There's a little tone behind it. Steph sighs slightly, and Caitlin stifles a laugh.

"Alright, so the brat tone ends now."

"Geez sorry." You work out why she says it pretty quickly.

A smack to the left cheek makes you jump slightly.

"Yes."

Another smack to the right cheek.

"Yes Ma'am."

You can hear your other girlfriend snort behind her hand and your cheeks burn as you realise what you said.

"Not what I meant, but that's a better answer." You hear the surprised but amused tone behind it.

Steph continues, and you feel her fingers dip into you, the lube cold, and it sends shivers up your spine, and you sigh into the pillow.

There's some more rustling as Steph leans back off you for a second.

"God, Steph, you're gonna kill the poor girl."

That makes you perk up again suddenly.

"Babe..."

"Babe."

"Caitlin." It's said in a more stern tone.

"Steph."

"Shut the fuck up."

"Yes, Ma'am." She says it jokingly, and your cheeks only go redder at that.

You whine into the pillow lightly.

"Can we please drop that? It was in the heat of the moment."

"I'll think about it." Yeah, no, she's not gonna let that one go.

"Oh for the love of fuck Cait, please?"

"I said I'd think about it." Her tone is mocking yours now.

"Will you stop shit stirring?" Steph's a little annoyed by now.

You snort.

It's a not so soft smack now. And you yelp.

"Okay, sorry...Ma'am... Sorry, Ma'am."

"Are you done?"

"Caitlin." It's her final warning tone.

You assume Caitlin at least acknowledges that silently because you feel Steph's hands move your legs apart, and she kneels between them.

At first, you think it's the vibrator she went to grab earlier, but it feels much bigger than that, and it's definitely not any dildo you own or the red and white strap you have for that matter either.

You can tell it's a strap, though, judging by the fact you can feel Steph lean over you as she pushes the tip in.

It stretches you out enough that you have to gulp in air as she moves in slowly, eventually bottoming out, hips against your own.

"That's it, just breathe baby, you're doing so well. You can take it. I know you can." That has you whimpering as you grit your teeth and bury your face into the pillow below you.

You wiggle your hips a little to adjust to the stretch of it.

"That's a girl. Take your time."

Your hips push back a little, and you relax a bit more to take it better.

"Good girl." It's a little breathy now, and it sends goosebumps up your arm, and you keen under the praise. Her lips press soft kisses to your back and shoulder, a comforting touch when you need it.

She slowly pulls out and pushes back in. Her hips move carefully, letting you feel it drag against your insides as you calm your breathing to relax more and let the strap in better.

Her thrusts speed up a little, hips slapping against yours a little harder now, and you moan softly into the pillow.

The thrusts start moving faster, into more of a pounding motion, and she grabs your hair to turn your head to the side, away from the pillow muffling you.

"No hiding those noises from us, baby. Let them out. We want to hear you nice and loud."

That's paired with a particularly harsh thrust, and you cry out. She readjusts her hips, thrusting in at the new pace, and her arm wraps around your neck, pulling you back into her body while the other holds her up beside you.

The new angle makes the strap hit and brush against your g-spot and with a renewed vigor at that. You're moaning loudly and in time with her thrusts now.

She's fucking you so hard, the bed starts to shift a little, the frame rocking in time with you both.

Your legs start to shake around her, and she feels the resistance with every thrust.

"Taking my strap so well for me, baby, you wanna cum?"

Her voice is murmured next to your ear, breath hot on your skin.

"So c-close, p-please!"

You stutter each time her hips slap against your ass.

Steph sits back slightly, hand now pushing against the back of your neck, holding you against the mattress.

"Go ahead then, baby girl, cum on my strap, cum for me."

It only takes a moment, and her words make the knot in your stomach snap. Your vision goes white under the darkness of the blindfold, and your mouth drops open with a loud cry.

Steph's thrusts become a little ragged, but she pushes down her own orgasm and slows her high, instead continuing to help bring you down with slow thrusts.

She stops when you whine a bit. Your back rises and falls rapidly with your head buried back in the pillow.

A moment passes, and you're still silent.

Caitlin is now leaning forward on her elbows, sitting in a chair facing the bed, and her pupils have dilated from watching you both.

She watches as Steph leans down carefully, so as not to move her hips. She kisses your shoulder softly.

"You okay?"

You don't move, and you're silent for a second.

"...gimme a minute..."

A smug smile crosses Steph's lips.

"Take all the time you need, sweet girl."

You don't even have to see her face to know it's there. Her voice is enough to know.

"...I think... my deaf grandmother could have heard the smugness in your voice then."

Caitlin recovers enough to snicker at that.

Steph shoots you both a glare, you can feel it burning into the back of your head, and she purposefully jerks her hips, which makes you yelp slightly.

"Baaabe, geez, you just made cream on your cock, be happy."

Caitlin has to hold in a bigger laugh.

"Baby, from my perspective here. If you want to be able to sit on your ass tomorrow, I suggest shutting your mouth. Just, ya know, if Steph's expression is anything to go by."

Steph rolls her eyes.

"Fucking brat."

"Me? Pft never." There's a small smile pulling at your lips now.

Dead silence.

You feel her lean down, her breath fanning your neck, and you tilt your head slightly.

"Sorry.. I love you? 9.5 out of 10, couldn't watch you fucking me but I'm very grateful you made me cum. In fact so grateful, I'll be a good girl for the rest of the night...?" You let out a nervous laugh with it.

...

A soft chuckle in your ear.

"That's what I thought."

She sits up again.

"Still could have gone without the blindfold, though."

"Babe, oh my fucking god. Mouth." There's laughter behind it.

Steph just sighs... and pulls out without warning. Fast.

It leaves you shakingly empty, and you release any air you have left in your lungs.

"Jeeeesus fucking christ."

Two spanks to the left and right cheeks swiftly make you close your mouth.

"Alright, my turn." A thud where Caitlin suddenly gets up and goes to the end of the bed. Steph moves away from you and off the bed with a shaky wobble.

You sit up and pull Steph's jersey off, knowing the course of action now. You hold it out in the direction you think she is, and you hear her laugh from your other side.

Your face flushes.

"Sorry." And you hold it out in the direction of where she was laughing from. She takes it from your hand.

"That's okay, baby."

You can hear Caitlin moving things around in the crate. A couple of items drop onto the bed. One of them jingles slightly and you have a feeling you know exactly what that was.

"Okay!" And she claps her hands together.

"You good?" You ask, mainly concerned she might have lost it somewhere between Steph railing you and finding the handcuffs in the crate.

"Perfect, why?". "Also, you can turn over for me. Leave the pillow under your hips." You can hear the evil grin on her face as you do so.

"No reason." You flash your best innocent smile.

"Jesus, Caitlin, if I didn't end the poor girl, you will."

"Oh, don't you start." You laugh at that.

You hear Steph get up from her spot on the chair. And a small kissing noise.

"I'm sorry baby, proceed."

She returns to her seat.

"I'm gonna combust here if you wait any longer."

"You don't start with me either, because I can make this very complicated for you if you decide to get bratty with me."

"I can't help it. The 9.5/10s bring it out in me."

You hear Steph spit take. You were gonna get it now.

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It took about three hours overall. But it finally comes to an end. In the end, it's Steph who lasts the longest, but you nearly called it quits three orgasms ago.

Caitlin ends up with a leg cramp and has to throw in the towel. Your stubborn girlfriends finally managed to get it out of their system for the night.

Though they do end up bickering about who's jersey you should sleep in and you just sigh and order them to just grab you a plain Arsenal hoodie. They're more comfy anyway.

They're idiots sometimes, but they're your idiots. Your extremely territorial, competitive idiots.

You never did end up telling them who won.

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Oh god it's so fucking long, im sorry 😭

Hot Wings - LN4

landonorris x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend does the hot wing challenge for quadrant and you make a little cameo for the first time ever

warnings: none, just fluff

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"Baby, you've got no right to laugh, you're not going this", your boyfriend Lando called, he would've laughed if his mouth wasn't burning at the moment.

He was currently filming a YouTube video for Quadrant and Max and him were eating hot wings while Niran asked them questions.

At the moment they were at the 7th wing, at level 300,000.

Max and Niran looked over at you behind the camera when Lando called your name.

Your boyfriend waved you over, signaling you to come to him. You hesitantly stood up, as you haven’t really confirmed your relationship yet, and walked to him and his best friend.

"My lips are burning", he mumbled, leaning back against your stomach, his head tilted back so he could hold eye contact.

You let your finger trail over his cheek, placing them onto his full red lips.

Lando leaned further into you. "Ohh, your fingers are cold, baby. I've never loved your fingers more than in this moment", the driver muttered, wrapping his arms around your middle, to keep you in place.

Max and Niran broke out in hysterical laughters as soon as Lando stopped speaking and even you couldn’t help a grin forming on your face.

"If you say so", you muttered, pushing your fingers into his curls, wrapping them around your fingers.

"Stay", he demanded.

"You're full of milk", you complained, stroking over the wet patches on Lando's black shirt.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, baby", he cooed, not really paying attention, which made you chuckle.

"You wanna take a bite as well?", Max suggested, holding up a hot wing with some sauce on it.

His best friend addressing you, made Lando lift his cheek from your stomach and look up at you.

In the meantime, you nodded, taking the chicken wing from Max's hands and taking a bite.

You didn't want to admit it but Lando's reaction wasn't unreasonable. The sauce was fucking spicy. But you tried to not let it show too much.

"It's spicy, that's for sure", you managed to say, taking a sip of the cold milk next to Lando.

"Well, at least you didn't spit everywhere like Lando", Max chuckled, slapping his best friend's back.

"She never-", Lando started with a grin, looking up at you, but before he could say anything else, you put your hand over his mouth, stopping him from telling a stupid sexual joke.

"You didn't eat the earlier ones", Lando complained, his voice muffled due to your fingers on his lips.

You listened to Lando answering Niran's question, with your boyfriend's arm still wrapped around your legs.

"Your lips alright again, mate?", Max asked teasingly.

"Mmh-mmh", Lando asked, looking up with his head thrown back. You could read his face telling you he wanted a kiss. You shook your head but still leaned down to peck his cheek, not feeling quite comfortable to properly kiss him with a camera recording you and in a video that will be posted on social media soon, before walking back to your chair behind the camera.

"You okay over there?" Max asked, after a few more hot wings when he noticed you pacing up and down behind the camera.

"My lips are burning", you replied. The boys laughed. "No, really it's actually painful", you called back, chuckling.

"You want ice cream", Lando offered, holding up the vanilla ice cream box. You agreed and walked over, the spoon already ready in Lando's hands.

You opened your mouth, letting Lando feed you. "You know Lando's salvia is all over that, he drooled on it", Max pointed out, looking at the spoon in Lando's hand.

"My salvia has been different places already", Lando quickly replied, not even taking his gaze of you.

"LANDO!", you yelled, realizing what he just said and threw the empty milk can that stood on the table at him.

Lando dodged the can successfully. "What? It's true", Lando laughed, smearing ice cream on your cheek.

Then he pulled a third chair closer for you to sit on.

"If there's anything you would change in Formula 1, what would you do?", Niran went on with the questions. "I'd make them do this. On the grid. During the national lanthem- lanthem", Lando replied, struggling to pronounce the words coming out of his mouth.

Max and you started laughing. "It's alright, baby", you laughed, making Lando look up at you. "You have the exact same look on your face as if you just came from a night club, completely shitfaced", you told him with a chuckle.

"I- I do talk li- la", Lando slurred, only confirming his words by the way he said them. You laughed and buried your fingers in his curls when he laid his head on the table.

"I need something to eat, something that's not spicy", he whined and sat back in his chair. "You want noodles?", you asked, grinning at the state your boyfriend was in.

Lando looked up and nodded, looking like a little kid. You smiled and ruffled his curls before standing up and walking to the kitchen upstairs.

Only a few minutes later Lando and Max came up from the filming room. Your boyfriend came up behind you and wrapped his arm around your body, his head resting on your shoulder.

"I’m almost done", you told Lando, who nodded and sat down next to Max on at the kitchen counter.

You took two plates from the cupboard and placed them in front of the two boys before putting the noodles along with the sauce on the table.

Lando pulled you closer like he had earlier while filming as well and put his head against your stomach.

Ria entered the kitchen and chuckled at the scene in front of her. Both boys looking like they just went through the most traumatic experience of their lives, with milk dripping down their shirts. "What happened to you two?", she laughed.

"Now you wait till you do that video", Lando called, grabbing his burning throat after, making you and Ria chuckle.

Comments:

fan: Y/N CAMEO??? IN A QUADRANT VIDEO

fan: She gets along with Max so well, I love it

fan: Ria is probably so happy she doesn't need to deal with the guys on her own anymore

fan: I don't think we need an official statement about their relationship anymore

> fan: Yeah, I think that's confirmation enough...

> fan: "My salvia has been different places already"

> fan: Charlotte would sue him for that

> fan: PAHAHAH SHE DEFINITELY WOULD

fan: Her voice is so calming, I could listen to her talk all day

> fan: Her accent is so adorable

fan: Y/n immediately burying her hands in Lando's curls is the cutest thing I've seen all day

> fan: Can we blame her? His curls do look amazingly touchable

fan: Now after this, I wanna see drunk Lando

fan: I wanna see more of boyfriend Lando, he’s the cutest

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that's my girl - op81

oscar loves watching you.

genre: smut oops

pairing: oscar piastri x female reader

warnings: well... sex... how do i never know what to put here? praise kink again bcs i got an ask about it 🤭 not much else i think

requested: yes! thank you for requesting 😁 (requests are still open!)

author's note: i have never written anything this filthy ever... im in shock.... kinda liked it tho 😶 i wrote this all in one go because i got two asks about oscar and. yeah. i miss him :/

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"show me what you do when i'm not around."

oscar had intended for the request to be more innocent than what the result was. in hindsight, however, he understands that there's no way it could've been interpreted as anything other than extremely pornographic.

neither of you are sure how the conversation changed into this; one moment, you were cuddled up into his side on your bed as you watched some silly old romcom; the next, he was sitting right in front of you, his eyes following your hand as it slipped beneath the fabric of your shorts.

your eyes flutter closed as your fingers stroke across your slit through your panties. a quiet sigh leaves your mouth when your index finger dips underneath the last piece of clothing, dragging along your already wet folds. oscar loves seeing you like this, with your face softened in pure lust, but his sight of the real deal is quite restricted. "take them off, please."

your pants and underwear are off and thrown away in one swift motion, leaving him with a much better view. you settle down more comfortably, your back against the headboard of the bed as your bent legs are spread wide. your hand drags down your inner thigh before reaching your core and you let a finger press down onto it. a low cuss leaves your mouth as you start circling your clit, slowly at first but gradually picking up more speed.

"wow," oscar says. his mouth hangs slightly open as he watches you, completely in awe. "this is amazing. you're amazing."

he has seen you naked before, and he has fucked you plenty of times, but the scene playing out in front of him is something entirely new. it's so erotic it could have him come in his pants right there and then, and you're so beautiful that he falls in love with you all over again. he wants to lean forward and help you out, touch you in the ways he knows you adore. but he holds back, wanting to see how this plays out.

your finger drags down further, dipping in between your folds and finding your hole easily. your head rolls back against the headboard as you pump yourself a couple of times, starting to feel your arousal build up when you let another digit join in. the stretch grows when yet another finger enters you, and you bite down on your lower lip to keep quiet.

oscar notices instantly. "don't hold back, love," he hums, eyes moving up and down between your cunt and your face at a high speed. "let me hear how much you're enjoying yourself."

your stomach twists at his raspy voice, the reminder of his presence making the pleasure grow even stronger. a whine escapes through your lips, the pace of your pumps growing even quicker. your mind easily grows dizzy, and you let out a high-pitched moan once you finally reach your high. you allow your fingers to keep pumping you for a few moments as you try to recover, shallow breaths leaving your mouth.

oscar is completely astounded. he has grown so hard watching you, and he reckons this is better than any porno he's ever seen. however, he isn't completely satisfied yet. he moves a little closer, leaning in to press a kiss to your jaw. "you're doing so well," he tells you, his lips moving down your neck. "just one more time?" his eyes meet your weak ones as he pulls back, his hand cupping your cheek.

you nod – how could you say no to him? – and reach forward, your lips meeting his in a delicate kiss. it's so soft, so innocent, like he hasn't just watched you fuck your own fingers, yet it has his chest heaving for air when you pull back.

you unwillingly force your gaze away from him, eyes instead looking to your bedside drawer as your hand rummages through it. you eventually find your vibrator, pulling it out before sitting down like before again.

it's not like oscar didn't know that you had a vibrator – he was the one who bought you that specific one, even – but there's something inside of him that is awoken when he sees you press the button and bring the toy to life. he is stunned, all of his blood rushing to his cock once you bring the machine down to your core. your eyes roll back at the vibrations, the sensation spreading through your body like thunder. "that's it, just let go," oscar's voice booms through the room. "let yourself feel good, baby."

you press a button to bring up the speed, a string of whines pouring past your teeth and the waves of pleasure growing stronger. it's all so good, but it's one specific thing that makes you come undone;

"let me see those pretty eyes of yours."

it's not usually this easy for you to come, but something about making eye contact with your lover as your vibrator stimulates you makes your orgasm arrive instantly. oscar's presence, his gaze, his voice; it all makes the size your every sensation multiply by ten.

"that's my girl." you click a button to turn off the vibrator, taking a couple of deep breaths to bring your mind back to a regular state. you put the toy away, your hand then reaching to take oscar's hand in yours. he smiles. "now, can you be a good girl and let me fuck you, too? or do only your fingers and your vibrator have that pleasure?"

a worn out sound leaves your mouth. "i don't think i can," you say back, your shoulders slumping. "i'm... exhausted."

"have a little faith in yourself," he scoots closer, bringing his mouth down to kiss the corner of your lips. "i know you can take it."

oscar is always like this. he knows how good you are, he knows how much you're capable of; both in and out of bed, even when you don't know it yourself. he believes in you, and he loves you no matter what.

you take a moment to breathe before nodding, raising your arms above your head. "at least help me out, will you?"

he assists you in getting your remaining pieces of clothing off before stripping out of his own, his strong hands on your hips helping you lie down comfortably against your soft sheets. when you take notice of how his dick is practically pulsating, you feel kind of bad for not doing anything to pleasure him. but your thoughts are washed away as his lips press against your cheek, then your forehead, then your other cheek. he finishes off by placing a quick kiss to the tip of your nose as his member teases against your entrance.

you whine at the contact, wanting to just feel him inside of you already. his voice is gentle, pure, like it always is when he speaks to you. "i know, baby. i know." his thumbs draw circles into your skin. "just a moment, okay?"

he reaches down to his discarded pants, pulling out a condom from the front pocket. it's rolled onto him in a matter of seconds, and he reaches up to grab one of your hands as he hovers above you. he slides into you slowly, the stretch being more than you expected after foreplay like this. you shut your eyes, letting out mixed sounds of satisfaction when his free hand moves up to caress one of your breasts. "you take me so well," he says, starting to pull out before pushing into you again. "and you make the most pretty sounds. and, you are the most pretty person ever."

his fingers flick against your nipple as the pace of his hips grows steady, thrusts deep and slow. your third orgasm was never far away, and his first one is seemingly quite close too; at least if you base it on how his body is already trembling and the low groans erupting from his chest. you wrap your legs around his torso, allowing him to go even deeper, and he leans down to rest his head right next to yours.

"you're doing so good." his movements are sloppier now, but they feel just as perfect. "my good girl."

the moans you let out are so explicit he can't hold himself back. you reach your highs together before collapsing in a puddle of naked bodies, your legs shaking as you unwrap them from him. his breath on your neck is warm but his touch is soft, fingers and nails swiping up and down your body to lull you back to reality. his other hand is still holding yours, he realizes, and he gives you a quick squeeze.

"you okay?" he asks and leans his head back to look at you. when your eyes meet his again, he can't help but to smile.

the smile spreads to your lips. "more than okay. i'm feeling amazing." you reach up to give his cheek a quick kiss. "you said so yourself, didn't you?"

a laugh bubbles from his chest, and he nuzzles his face back into the crook of your neck. "the most amazing girl ever."

“My girlfriend will be upset if she sees you touching me like that on my chest,” Carlos murmured, high as fuck post surgery.

“Sir—” you sighed, removing the stethoscope from his chest. You straightened the lapels of your white coat. “I’m your doctor.”

Carlos Sr. made an amused noise from his chair beside his son’s hospital bed. He gestured towards you.

“You don’t have a girlfriend,” Carlos Sr. told his son.

“Oh,” Carlos blinked his big, brown eyes. “I don't?”

Carlos was certain he had a girlfriend. They've been dating for over four years now. Their relationship was kept from the world as his girlfriend wanted to focus on her job without being bombarded by Carlos' millions of fans in her workplace and Carlos respected that, although he was not exactly the type who liked the idea of secret relationships. What did she do again? Carlos couldn't remember. The anesthesia was making everything whoozy for him.

“That's your wife, son.”

Carlos moved his gaze to your coat—[Name] [Surname]-Sainz, M.D., Chief of Trauma Surgery.

"Oh."

You raised an amused brow at his dumbstruck face, his beautiful brown eyes wide and his mouth agape. You shook your head at your husband's adorableness, smiling affectionately.

☀️Sons, Sons, and More Sons

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader Genre: Fluff/SMAU Summary: Ollie, Leo, Liam, who's next Oscar? Oh.

inspired by @pucksandpower 😊

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“CHARLES!”

The said Monegasque, who had been “innocently” snuggling his four-legged son, winced at the force and volume of your voice. 

He was currently going through everything that might have upset you in the past 20 minutes from when he got home to you just now getting out of the shower. Did he leave the toilet seat up again? Or did he forget to sort the laundry? Or maybe he didn’t clean up Leo’s toys from the bedroom? 

“Why is my Twitter blowing up?” 

Oh. That’s why. 

He whispered to Leo, “I’m in for it now.” 

And then in a louder voice he yelled, “Yes mon amour?” 

You rounded the corner of the hallway and stopped in the opening to the living room, crossing your arms. “Care to tell me why I’m getting tagged in almost every Twitter post about you adopting Oscar?” 

You wanted to break at the puppy eyes that your boyfriend was currently giving you, but you needed to stay strong. You needed to show that a man could not sway your feelings. Too bad that man was Charles Leclerc, the one that men and women alike fell to worship the ground beneath his feet. 

You couldn’t break. 

Charles brought his hand up to ruffle his hair, something he did to express some nervousness. 

“Cheri, it was just a joke. Oscar somehow finds heritage in a lot of countries. He just wanted to keep the joke going.” 

“So you decided to ‘adopt’ him so he can have another home race?” 

“Maybe?” 

“Don’t you already have enough sons anyway? I think four is too many or our house is going to overflow on family night.” 

Charles’s eyebrows pinched in confusion. “Four?” 

Now it was your turn to smirk. “Yes, four. Or are you too busy having fun with Leo to be a present father to your other two?” 

Charles tried to wrack his brain about who could be the other two. 

“Ollie?” 

“Bingo.” 

He leaned back into the couch, hands still gently petting Leo who had decided to fall asleep in the middle of his parent’s squabbles. The golden puppy was content on his dad’s warm chest, the rise and fall rocking him to sleep. 

The Ferrari driver sighed. “I don’t even know.” 

You waved your phone at him. “Twitter might be able to help you. I need to get dressed since I was rudely interrupted. I hope you find out before they get here for dinner.” 

Charles shot up making Leo yelp away from his nap. Now that he was really looking at you, he realized that you were just in a towel. A blush formed on his face, still having those boyish thoughts that he believed he was better than that. 

You walked over and bent down, face getting closer to his. 

Ah. You were going to forgive him and all would be right in the world once your lips met his. You wanted to laugh as you saw his eyes flutter shut, lips slightly puckering. 

Charles was wondering what was taking you so long when your finger touched his lips. His eyes shot open and he definitely did not whimper. You looked down at your fur-baby and gently picked him up, bringing Leo to your chest. 

“Twitter. Figure it out Leclerc.” 

Now a bit sullen, he watched you walk away. 

“Je t’aime!” 

He was responded to with a middle finger and the bedroom door slamming. A chuckle made its way from his chest as he brought his phone out. If there was one thing that you two did well, it was dramatics. 

Twitter was immediately opened once he got his phone out. He scrolled through all the tags before giving up and opening your profile. He winced at the sight of the white background, cursing his phone for updating and not keeping the dark profile. 

However, he couldn’t contain his laugh as he saw your new updated tweet. He leaned his head back, still giggling to himself. 

Charles knew that you two wanted kids at some point. But between his Formula 1 career and your business on the uprise, children really wouldn’t work well now. But deep down, he liked the idea of having a few grid kids. 

He took a minute to stop giggling before he continued his search. His eyes widened as he stopped on one of the family trees that some fan made. 

There was Leo, adopted by you and him. 

Then Ollie, who fans say that Charles conceived himself somehow. 

Oscar was newer, but still had the adopted dotted line. 

And then . . . 

Ooohhhhhhh, so that’s who he was missing. 

You took that moment to come out of the bedroom, hair now dry and fluffy from your Dyson. Leo was still in your arms, looking more awake than he had when he was with Charles. You sat down next to him, Charles taking the opportunity to put an arm around you, bringing you in closer. 

“You smell good amour.” 

You turned and smiled, leaning in to finally give him a kiss after a long day. 

“Thank you. It’s the lotion that you bought me.” 

He let out a low hum and just kept you in his arms. Leo was squirming a bit before he finally flopped over and settled in between your two bodies. 

“I figured out who our other son is.” 

Your head now rested in the crook of his neck. “Did you now.” 

“Yes. I am a stepfather to Liam?” 

Your shoulders shook with giggles. “Not the stepfather, but the father who stepped up.” 

“You spend way too much on Twitter.” 

You looked up at him, and Charles turned to look down at you. You leaned in closer to rub your noses together, giving him eskimo kisses. The Ferrari driver just closed his eyes and basked in the moment between you. 

There weren’t many times that he got something like this. So quiet and peaceful. His world was filled with so much noise. But here, he could melt into the quiet. 

“We should have dinner here with the boys after the Grand Prix on Sunday.” 

“That sounds nice. I can make the food.” 

You sat up slightly, elbow bent on the back of the couch and head resting on your hand. 

“You want to show off your cooking skills to your sons to prove that you can cook.”

Charles huffed. “I am the provider chéri.” 

You cocked your head at the Monegasque. “Whose name is on the lease mon bebe?” 

A huff was the answer, which made you cuddle Charles closer still being aware of the little baby between you. A small nip to your fingertip made you pick Leo up, now holding him close to your face. 

“Were you getting a bit jealous of papa ma petit amour?” you asked the blonde dachshund in a baby voice. If Charles wasn’t already fully in love with you, his love would have been solidified in this moment. 

While watching, he suddenly remembered something. “Oscar wanted to meet Leo in McLaren hospitality this weekend.” 

You turned with a raised eyebrow. “Why not Ferrari?” 

“Eh.” 

It was as if you had a lightbulb moment. “Ohhhhhhh, right. That makes sense. I can stop by and let you know when I get there.” 

What you hadn’t expected was to pick up Liam and Ollie on your way to the now green outside of the McLaren hospitality. Leo was still curled up in your arms, eyes blinking every so often. You knew that if it wasn’t so busy, the little puppy would be sound asleep. 

“He’s so cute,” Oscar said, walking forward and hands outstretched. You gently gave him over to the “older brother” of the three. 

Ollie laughed. “I know right. He’s so cuddly.” 

Liam joined in, “I don’t think I put him down the entire time I got to meet him.” 

Oscar stared at you three for a moment. “Yeah, you aren’t getting him back.” 

You shook your head. “Speak to your father first, Oscar.” 

Chuckles erupted from all around, making you laugh as well. You took your phone out and took a quick picture of Oscar holding Leo to post later. 

“Is dad on his way?” Ollie asked after sipping on his water bottle. 

You rolled your eyes. “Should be. Ah, there he is.” 

Charles stepped foot into the room and immediately found you surrounded by his “kids.” His heart may have melted seeing Leo flopped in Oscar’s arms. He gave you a kiss on your cheeks before he greeted the three. 

“This is hilarious,” he said, making everyone laugh yet again. 

You rested a hand on your forehead. “We’re just missing Liam’s dad, and then we’ll be one big happy family.” 

The Kiwi crossed his arms, but a giant smile was on his face. “So much for having a present father in my life. I’m jealous.” 

Charles gripped your waist and puffed his chest. “I’m not the stepfather, but the father that stepped up.” 

“Charles, no you aren’t. Can’t even handle three kids.” 

You and Charles turned around to see Max now stepping through the door. The Monegasque raised his eyebrow. 

“And you can?” 

You raised a hand. “That’s my que to leave. I will not be in the middle of a Lestappen-father showdown. Boys, you can follow me.” 

“Yes mum.”

“Lead the way.” 

“Can I still keep Leo?” 

Charles and Max gawked as the three older boys followed you like ducks in a row. After he got over the shock, the Ferrari driver was left with a love-sick smile on his face. 

“Yeah. I’m marrying her.” 

“Gross.” 

“Max. Shut up.” 

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y/nismother the mother is mothering

charliexy/n honestly, they all take after him so much. I need to go to twitter

olliebearman then what is the word you're looking for mom 🤨

liamlawson30 I knew she wasn't proud of us

oscarpiastri this is why dad is better

y/n_l/n I'm taking away all of your sims and ps5's

olliebearman I take it back, mom is the best

oscarpiastri81 this is the best thing to happen this weekend

charles_leclerc my family 🫶

maxverstappen1 you stole my son from me.

liamlawson30 they had free ice cream 🤷

y/n_l/n 😊

maxverstappen1 I'm taking pole then

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lestappenlove I love the entire family your honor

leclerc16charles does Leo need another sibling? cause I can bark

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one of my favourite tweets ever😭

Softy | Bucky barnes x fem!reader

When you first met Bucky, it was different. He didn't want to let people in because he thought they would betry a him like hydra. He was a bit cold hearted. And with nightmares, only having Steve as a friend and he didn't really know what to do. So you kinda stepped in.

The first night he didn't really want to have to do anything with you. He woke up screaming I think everyone must've heard it, it was loud. So you stepped out of bed but a shirt on to look a but presentable,a and walked to buckys room. Some were already there trying to calm him down but his breathing was heavy.

You went up to him, pushing everyone so what out the door, so it was only you two in the room. You looked at him, lifting his chin up so he could look you in the eyes. "Hey do you mind telling me what the nightmare was about you have been having those alot lately?" You said softly also trying not to scare him too much. "Its just hydra....they did all those things to me and brainwashed me into killing my bestfriend and those people I killed it's still all in my head" he said guilty with tears in his eyes, you felt very bad for him what he must've felt in that time.

"I understand can I lay down with you?" You asked hesitant thinking he wouldn't agree, but he nodded instantly lifting up the covers. You got in bed placing his head on your chest, and stroking his head, he hummed at the feeling soon lulling him to sleep. You looked down at him asleep smiling, seeing him sleep so peacefully for the first time in years, you knew you loved him already then.

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You were having a movie night with all the avengers. You were sitting on the couch with Bucky beside you, both at the end of the couch. You whispered so you wouldn't disturb the movie. "Hey babe, do you want to cuddle?" He looked at you with puppy eyes. "Yea sure? Come here" he went to lay on you. Your hand went immediately to his head playing with his hair as he fell asleep, you following soon after

The team looked at you to in awe, they've happy since you both ahd a hard past. Steve spoke up first "he looks so happy and they really have a soft spot for each other haven't seen them so happy since they got here." He said smiling. Everyone agreed nodding. "They really deserve each other" nat said. And that is how bukcy went from killing machines to a big cuddling teddy bear.

A/N: hi this is my first every imagine I hoped you liked it. I'm still very new to writing and I want to also write stuff that you would love. So hope you could sent some requests and I could happily make them for you, it would take a bit of time for me to figure out how I work this but I'll be fine. I wrote for almost whole the teenwolf just not really the adults, like sheriff or Chris or something more only the pack. I know teenwolf the best and have seen it so some are just characters that I would like you could also send in some marvel request just dont know how I would do that. But yeah hope you liked it.