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notjustjavierpena · 2 days ago

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Dream

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A/N: A little Acacius piece to jumpstart my brain again!

Summary: Out on a war campaign, Marcus wakes up in the middle of the night to a dream of you. Oh, how hard it is to be apart.

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x f!reader/you (no y/n)

Tags: +18, YEARNING, kisses, piv sex, emotional and passionate sex, slight breeding, creampie

Word count: 2.6k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60742789

Dream

The Roman encampment lies quiet underneath the starry sky as Marcus startles awake, his legionnaires long ago having extinguished fires with dirt, downed the last goblets of drink, and found rest in their cots. It is in the middle of the night, the general judges by the silence around him that’s only disturbed by the hoot of an owl somewhere. Along with the warm sun, early mornings also bring the sound of a bustling camp - its soldiers chatting and preparing for the day’s march across the country - but right now, all is still.

Marcus also deduces that it is way into the night because the moon hangs high and silent on the horizon, its pale and beautiful light shining into his tent. With sleep still clinging to him, he realizes that he has been woken up by a warm breeze catching the flaps of the tent, the entrance repeatedly opening and closing with a whipping sound.

His first instinct is to reach for his dagger, sure of the fact that he secured the entrance to his makeshift bedchambers before falling asleep, but the second he wraps his fingers around the hilt, he sees you standing there with the moonlight bathing you from behind in a bluish glow that makes you seem almost ethereal.

You approach his cot, and he lets his hand fall from the dagger and drop onto the chest of his tunic. You are so beautiful, radiant in the same nightgown that he saw you in the night before you parted ways and he went to war. It is a memory that keeps him going even through the hardest of days; the way you had kissed him so deeply, sprawled out beneath him. This was while you had looked at him pleadingly and with tears on your face that he tried to catch with his thumbs before they rolled down into your hair. The way he had made love to you is burned into his mind, keeping him warm when temperatures outside drop along the seaside. He promised you that he would return to you as soon as he could but here he is in your company much sooner than he anticipated, and he knows it cannot be real.

Your gown flows around you with each step you take, draping so perfectly along the curves of your body as if you’re the personification of Venus herself. He knows what the white fabric hides, even if it weren’t for the rounding of your breasts being outlined or the peaks of your nipples poking against the front. You perch yourself on the edge of his cot, leaning over him and smiling tenderly down at him.

“This is a dream,” he says quietly. He reaches out to curl his fingers into your dress, wondering if you’ll evaporate into thin air if he touches you. He doesn’t think he can handle it if you disappear from his grasp.

“If this is a dream, then I wish never to wake," you declare and the sound of the melody that is your voice has Marcus’ heart nearly leaping out of his chest. You stay with him as he tugs you down for a kiss, solid against him and nowhere like the mist surrounding the tents in the morning like he had feared, “Yet some say that we must be thinking of one another at the same time to be meeting like this.”

“I am always thinking of you. I miss you more than I can bear,” he says weakly, a lump having formed in his throat, scratchy from sleep. You rest your forehead against his, the both of you sighing softly in relief at being so close. Then you place a hand on his cheek, and Marcus feels a whole universe of emotions inside of himself, expanding so fast that he can’t breathe, that it threatens to overwhelm him.

“You have me,” you reassure gently, opening your eyes to look at him even as you kiss him softly on the lips. Your scent envelops him, jasmine flowers - his favorite - from the garden where he took his first stroll with you. And there his heart and mind go once more, feeling relief yet longing, happiness yet sadness.

“This war,” he whispers and his gaze is fleeting, “It feels meaningless if I cannot be with you, beloved wife. We are parts of the same soul, you and I. What good am I here if I am merely a puzzle missing its pieces?”

“Shh, look at me, my love,” you soothe and it’s like his body is draped in the warm blankets of your shared bed, hearing the sound of his home bustling with happiness. You brush your fingers across the stubble on his cheek. He leans into the touch, knows that his eyes are wide and pleading as he returns them to you. You scratch his beard again, “You are whole, Marcus Acacius, even here. You carry me with you, just as I carry you.”

“My clever wife, yet again you are right. It is my weary heart that speaks. Of course, you are always with me, always in my thoughts even when it feels like the skies will tumble down upon me and the world will end,” he replies, taking in the way you look to the version of him that dreams. He wonders if the picture before him will etch itself into his mind, so deeply that his thoughts will conjure up fresh images tomorrow during broad daylight.

“Those skies are skies we share, always under the same sun and moon,” you smile, and he sighs, closing his eyes as you trace his face with your fingers. You draw invisible lines across his features, gently over his cheekbones and carefully down the length of his nose, fingertips dancing across his eyelids with featherlight touches, “Do you remember nights spent under the stars? You love that spot close to the river back home.”

“Tell me of home," he asks of you, a bead of desperation rattling around in his chest, "Tell me of the river, the fields, and the stars, of the songs the birds sing at dawn."

“The river flows like it always has, my love. The fields stand golden and the wind makes it seem like they are one with the water surrounding them. Can you see it?” You sound like a lullaby.

Marcus nods, the sight is painted on the back of his eyelids. He knows each hue of blue and golden, each curve of the bending riverbanks, and he can almost feel his heart beating slower at the mental image. He finds peace in the idea that nothing has changed back where you are waiting for him, the familiarity more soothing than any draught or potion. For a moment, he is home with you and all is well.

You peck his lips while brushing his cheek with the back of your hand, “And the birds. Can you hear them? The way the larks greet each morning?”

“I hope the Fates are not so cruel as to keep us apart for much longer. I want to hear them again soon,” he murmurs, opening his eyes to find himself staring into yours. He reaches up to cup the back of your neck, feeling how warm you are despite not actually being here.

“Sleep,” you encourage gently.

“I can’t, not with you so near,” he whispers and draws you nearer to his mouth again. He captures your lips in a longing and deep kiss, a quiet urgency rising in his chest when you sigh the way he loves. As you thread your fingers through his graying hair, he reaches for your waist and guides you to sit on top of him.

Your dress pools around your thighs and him like the mountains and valleys he crosses each day. He pulls back to drink you in, committing you to memory as his eyes dance over the curves he had noticed beneath the fabric as you entered his tent.

"Then touch me," you let out a little breath of desperation, a fire having ignited in your eyes while you stare into his. He feels the flame within himself too.

One of his hands moves slowly up your bare arm, the other tracing the length of your spine on top of your dress until you shiver. He lets both hands grab at the straps of your gown, guiding them off your shoulders until your chest is bare to him. You lean down for another kiss but he grabs your soft shoulder to stop your advances, his thumb resting against your pulse point. He marvels at how real you feel, can feel your heartbeat underneath the tip of his finger as if you are truly here.

"Marcus," you plead him quietly and he doesn’t hesitate. He sits up slowly until your breasts touch his chest and then he finds your mouth again, his fountain of youth. He slips his hands underneath the skirt of your gown and feels that you are already ready to welcome him if he wants. He touches you there for only a moment but you still beautifully furrow your brow with pleasure from how much desire Cupid has sent through your veins. However, he decides that he has no time to prolong this moment with you because only Somnus will know when he’s going to wake up.

“Lift your arms,” he guides after hearing you make a feeble noise when he removes his digits from your slick core.

You do as he says and he lifts the waves of fabric over your head, throwing the discarded gown onto the ground with a smile on his face. In return, your hands find the hem of his tunic, sliding it up and over his head. The tunic joins your gown on the floor, the both of you finally touching each other’s naked bodies with soft chuckles. There’s something euphoric about simply being naked in each other’s arms before making love, something so vulnerable and private that it’s reserved only for each other.

Your palms roam over his broad, strong chest and your fingers thread through the coarse hairs there. His hands mirror yours but instead, they feel the softness of your skin that prickles his with warmth. He skims them over the swell of your breasts, the touch full of worship while he buries his nose in the crook of your neck.

“My beautiful wife,” he murmurs while he showers you in kisses from neck to collarbone to the top of your breast.

“Make feel whole,” you moan and cradle his head, holding him against your chest while his mouth trails across the valley of your breasts. He doesn’t need to be commanded twice, already helping you to sink down on him to the very hilt of his length.

The connection has the both of you gasping and chuckling further in relief, none of you moving as you get used to having him so deep within you. He stares up at you as you’ve elevated yourself slightly to sit down on his cock, blown away by your beauty that’s enough to make him twitch inside of your pulsing heat.

"I love you immeasurably, my wife.”

"And I love you, my husband.”

You move against him for the first time and he groans low in his throat, already feeling the stirrings of pleasure. With his hands on your hips, the two of you slowly begin moving together, your bodies finding a rhythm that is instinctive and familiar. He finds that he doesn’t need to intervene in your sinful ministrations on top of him; he knows the pattern of your hips’ movements like the back of his hand, knows when to leave you to do as you please and when to help you. Right now, you are an expert in driving him to madness.

His hands are everywhere as you take what you need from him. He touches where he can reach - your thighs, your hips, your back - as if he cannot figure out where he wants to hold you the most. Eventually, your hands find his to anchor him, entwining your fingers together to ground him in his longing for you.

However, Marcus is not a man of restraint when it comes to you. He needs you in ways that make him yearn for you even when you are on top of him.

“Faster,” he brushes his lips against your jaw, kisses your chin when he was supposed to find your mouth. You hold his hands and oblige, the rolls of your hips quickening to a pace much faster than how you’ve been imitating the waves of the sea. Your skin is glistening in the moonlight coming through his tent, sparkling like you are a goddess descended from the heavens and into the arms of him, a mere mortal.

You’ve closed your eyes as you near your crescendo, your lips parting in a breathless moan while the world outside is lost to the both of you. He can feel you choking his length, tightening around him like a fist. In his belly, heat is tightening like a rope about to snap in two. He feels it within you too, both of you teetering on the edge of unmatchable pleasure. He wishes it was real and not in the realm of dreams, wishes that this was the moment he created a family with you and made you his entirely. There’s so much to look forward to in his return.

“Let go, my love,” he says in an almost commanding tone, “Let your general feel you.”

And you do. Your peak hits you like a bolt of lightning to the point where he has to keep up your pace, his hips thrusting up to meet yours while you lose yourself in the sensations running through your veins. He drags your entwined hands to his chest, placing your palm on his pounding heart, and mirrors his own hand on your chest too. Your hearts beat in unison and he can’t take it anymore, can feel his control slipping from his grasp.

He comes with a quick intake of air and then a growl, his hips stuttering before he spills inside of you. His body tenses up for a moment before it relaxes thoroughly, chest heaving and head swimming with the intensity of it all. You say his name and he finds himself saying yours, repeating it like were they prayers for the Gods.

Eventually, your body slumps against him and he slips out of your spent heat. Your breaths are synchronized, even as they slowly start to calm down in your bliss. He holds you close to his chest, feeling you stick to him but he doesn’t care. He’ll take anything you have to give when his body and soul miss you so thoroughly.

“Sometimes I wonder if the Gods are punishing me for loving you so deeply,” he murmurs with a trail of kisses along your shoulder. A loud, satisfactory sigh leaves him when you slide your fingers through his sweat-damp hair.

“Your ability to love wholly and completely is yours alone. Do not let the Gods take credit for what belongs to your heart,” you whisper back to him, stealing a kiss when he looks up at you.

“Stay with me,” he begs of you, “Don’t ever go.”

“I will stay as long as the night prevails,” you reply gently, “But come dawn, I have to go.”

It is unbearable but it makes it more precious. He reaches to brush a strand of your hair from your forehead as it has fallen into your face during your intimacy. He smiles as he takes in the sight of you, how beautiful you look with heated cheeks.

“Tell me about home again,” he requests, “Please.”

And so you do.

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vampiresbloodx · 2 days ago

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Arcane imagine.

Arcane characters react when you take a hit for them.

Characters included: Mel medarda, Caitlyn, vi, jinx, sevika.

Trigger warnings: fluff, angst, reader getting hurt, injuries, yearning, implied smut, gross m*n, harassment

Mel medarda;

It was a seemingly normal night for you both, you had decided to take Mel out for dinner, nothing too luxurious (in her own words) but you wanted nothing but the best for your Mel, she appreciated that, god, she never looked more beautiful when she's standing in the moonlight in her red dress she especially wore for you and only you

The night was going just as planned, it was perfect, there was much laughter and smiles that hurt both of your cheeks, as you held hands and walked together, occasionally sitting down and kissing one another, when of course, a drunk man happened to be near by, and he didn't like what he saw, the famous Mel medarda kissing someone that wasn't a man

He ended up becoming furious, stumbling over as he started shouting nonsense, Mel wasn't having it, she used her authority voice that turns stern to control the situation, she does this when she's nervous, and you can tell when she grips onto your hand tighter

When you see the man raising his hand in her direction, you immediately shield her and take the hit, your cheek stings as you even taste blood, that was Mel's last straw when she saw him hit her lover, you've never seen her this angry, it was a sight to see her cussing out the man and ruining him to pieces, he ended up walking off, leaving you alone as you felt a little ashamed, but you were happy that you had stopped him from hitting Mel, no one hits her

"why'd you do that?" Mel had asked, bending down on her knees as she takes your face in her hands, checking to make sure you're okay. "Why did you do that?" She keeps on asking, her eyes wide with fury and worry.

"Because I love you" was all you said.

She smiled, laughed, you laughed with her, she had tears in her eyes, though you wouldn't bring it up, you wiped some away with your thumb, as she kissed you hard

Caitlyn;

Caitlyn was out doing her duty when you were supposed to be at home, relaxing, waiting for her return, things have been getting rough fast, much to her liking as she had to deal with it all

She knew there was no going back once she went down this road, it had to be done, you had tried convincing her to stop and think, you know her grief has been eating at her, you've felt it, you know what it's like yourself

She tries to hide it, but you can see it

You try to be there for her in any way you can, whatever she needs, you'll give

While she was out one night, alone, you know she's capable of taking care of herself, you don't doubt that at all, the one time she didn't have her gun with her is when shit happens, you don't like guns, she knows this, so she tries not to carry them around you, unless absolute necessary

Then out of no where, she's attacked.

And she stumbles, for the first time in so long, she's nervous, scared, thinking about you

They came out of no where, taking her off guard as they had their masks on, it was dark out, she couldn't see much

Then you appear all of a sudden, like a knight in shining armor, she watches you in awe before she realizes what you are doing with the way you jumped at them, with fury on your face as you raised your fist, ready to protect her, she shouted your name, you looked, and you got hit

Caitlyn lost it

They were all done by the time you opened your eyes again, embarrassed, you couldn't look at Caitlyn in the eyes but she had picked you up in her arms, carrying you home, she was silent, thinking you were still out, you admired her, reaching out to caress her cheek, she smiled, looking down at you as that tells you enough

Vi;

You hadn't seen vi all day, you knew she'd come home eventually, you two had plans, a date she promised, but something didn't feel right

Vi doesn't fuck around when she makes a promise to meet with you, you know that, she knows that, others might not, but you do

When she doesn't answer your calls and texts, you get worried, eventually you went out of your apartment to go and track her down, you know a few places she'd always be at

When you find her in a tight situation, in a dark alleyway, just a few blocks away from home, as it looks like she was on the way back to you, you felt frustrated as you watched three big, tall guys who clearly had a bit to drink pick on her

Vi had fought the worst of the worst, you know that, but you weren't having it

She didn't let you join in on fighting, scared for you, she worries sick, that she might lose you, but she doubts you enough, you know it wasn't doubt though, she just cared

She cared so much

It was a surprise when she saw you running at full speed at one of the guys and taking a huge hit when he got a hand of you, shoving you off, vi was pissed

Anger was all she felt as she kicked all of their asses

She was muttering while checking in on you, she patched you up and took care of you, making sure you were okay, in her eyes, she couldn't help but admit that it was hot, and that made her fall in love harder with you

Jinx;

Jinx had always been the one to fight for herself

She wasn't used to others stepping in, unless it was for work

Like if silco had ordered them too go with her, that wouldn't make a difference

Jinx was always going to be doing everything herself, that was until you came into her life, when everything went shit when silco died, you were her light

And Isha

You two meant more to her than she could ever imagine

She began to look forward to tomorrow

The one time you, Isha, jinx all decided to go out for an adventure, she wanted to impress you with her new projects that she was working on, you always listened to her ramble and she liked it, not many people did aside from sevika, Isha and you

Though sevika just tolerated it

Everything was going perfect, when a group of idiots came out and she didn't even have all of her fancy weapons on her, the one time she doesn't, because she just wanted to have fun with her favorite people, she was actually enjoying herself, which why she got so angry when they attacked

She knows she's got plenty of enemies, that's nothing new, but what she doesn't like is when any of them go for Isha or you, you two shouldn't be involved in this, even though you and her are together together, you were more vulnerable now

She was amazed by you

What she didn't expect was to watch you stand in front of her and take a huge hit to the face just when she was handling the guys her way, that caught her off balance

She raged at them

Once she was done with them, she took your hands as she was filled with worry, her anxiety buzzing, her thoughts too loud, thinking the worst, Isha helped you stand up, she also looked concerned, wondering what had happened, why you got hurt

Jinx didn't waste anytime pressing a kiss to your lips as she took you home with Isha alongside her

Sevika;

Sevika just wanted to take you out on a nice date, as best as she could offer, she knows you'd appreciate it regardless, but she wanted to give you everything she could

You had made everything better for her the moment you stepped into her life, she wanted to do you good

The date was going perfectly, just the way she had planned, it wasn't often sevika was pleased with herself, but tonight you looked good enough to eat

Just when everything was going fine, someone had to ruin it

Someone who was upset with her

Sevika knew she made a name for herself, people knew her, they weren't always the nicest

Usually just wanted to try and fight her, to see if they'd beat her, they never do, it ends up written on all their faces

But of course, her first date with you got interrupted, and Sevika wasn't having it when this guy was trying so hard to get with you, she hated how uncomfortable you looked, he didn't even recognize her there the entire time as she stared him down with a cold glare, she made her presence known

He looked flabbergasted at the sight of sevika having a date with someone like you, you two were different, sure, she didn't care what others think, especially if they targeted you

You said you were used to it, guys coming up and flirting with you, making gross comments, she wasn't having it, she didn't care how used to it you were

"are you done here?" Sevika asked, taking a bite of a cherry as you watched, admiring her, she smirked at you.

The guy huffs, unimpressed, "the fuck are you doing here, bitch?" He slurred, leaning closer.

The moment you heard him call her a bitch, you immediately stood up, as the both of them got heated, fast, you know sevika doesn't back down from a fight for anyone, especially a sloppy moyherfucker like him who runs his stupid mouth

You spotted him getting closer and raiding his hand at her, no, you weren't going to have tonight end up blood spilt, as hot as that'd be, you wanted your date to be perfect

Just before he could even punch your Sevika, you were able to get in between them fast, his hand hitting hard on your check as you fell against her front

She stared at you with wide eyes, and raged at the guy

She knew you didn't want her fighting anyone on your date, but that set her off

The pain stung as you knew it was gonna bruise, fuck, but you wanted to make sure it wasn't always her getting the first hit

He ended up on the floor, passed out fast

Sevika had you in her arms, kissing you rough, you tasted blood, it was everything, she never looked more beautiful as she stared at you with so much love

"I'm gonna treat you so good, baby."

Tonight was far from over

#arcane x reader #arcane x you #arcane x y/n #arcane imagine #arcane fanfic #vi x reader #caitlyn x reader #sevika x reader #mel medarda x reader #mel x reader #jinx x reader

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willowpains · 2 days ago

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can we please get a latina!actress and drew imagine where of how they got together or meeting his family??? I LOVED the first one sm!

meeting the fam

drew starkey x latina actress reader!

the parents

Drew’s parents were in Charleston for the weekend, visiting him at the set of the show for the last few shooting days before wrapping season one.

They had kindly invited you all out to dinner to finally meet Drew’s friends.

He was so excited you were finally meeting part of his family.

Everyone who knew Drew knew how much he loved and cared for them.

So getting to finally meet them was exciting and nerve wracking at the same time.

Madelyn, Chase, Rudy, Madison, JD, Austin and you had finally arrived at the restaurant, where Drew and his parents were already waiting for you all in a table near the back of the place.

A little Italian restaurant in downtown Charleston.

Was there a more perfect place than that?

The moment his parents saw you all approaching, they stood up embracing you all in tight hugs and lovely greetings, Drew standing on the side smiling widely.

You walked to his mom as you offered her a big smile.

“Hi, I’m…” you said looking at her excitedly.

She made a happy high pitch sound as she looked at you, pulling you in for a hug.

“You must be y/n!” she said giving you the biggest bear hug. “Oh my God, you’re so much beautiful in person” she said as she pulled back to look at you with bright eyes.

You blushed at her comment.

“You’re too nice…” you paused with a smile, not sure if you should address her by her name or if that would be too impersonal.

She smiles as she gives your arms a little warm squeeze.

“You can call me Jodi dear” she smiles at you as she hugs you one more time before letting you go.

You move on to greet his dad, Todd, introducing yourself as well, making little small talk as you all settle yourselves on the table ready to order.

The night goes on smoothly, filled with laughs and anecdotes of baby Drew, courtesy of his lovely parents.

You were all having too much fun hearing his embarrassing baby stories and juicy teenage drama.

As the dinner went on with chatter, pasta and wine, you couldn’t help but smile at how happy and at ease Drew looked around his parents.

It made your heart warm.

Before you all left after having spent a wonderful night together, you approached his parents to wish them a good night.

“It was lovely meeting you two” you say smiling up at them. “I had so much fun, and now I know where Drew got his sense of humor”.

Todd laughs at your comment as Jodi hugs you.

“It was so nice meeting you too dear” she says as she leans back smiling at you. “We hope you can visit us back home soon, you’re welcome anytime” she looks at you and then at the rest of your friends. “You’re all welcome”.

You blush at her words, feeling their love and affection.

“Thank you so much” you say smiling at her. “You’re more than welcome at home back in Mexico whenever you want” you smile sweetly at them as you eye Drew smirking from behind them.

Jodi hugs you one last time before letting you go.

“We might take you up on that offer” she says laughing looking at Todd.

Everyone bids their goodbyes before Drew approaches you as you all walk out of the restaurant.

“Your parents are amazing” You say as you give him a smile.

She shrugs cockily as he looks at you.

“What can I say?” He says smirking at you. “They did raise a pretty cool kid”.

You laugh at him as you hit him playfully.

“A pretty humble one” you say sarcastically with a smile.

He laughs softly, throwing his head back and looking at you again.

“They really loved you” he says, looking attentively at you. “All of you” he lets out, his gaze never leaving yours.

You blush at his words.

The night had gone as perfect as you’d imagined.

the siblings

This was not how you imagined your morning starting.

The night before had been quite successful, if you could call it that.

Madelyn and Drew had invited you all over to their place, for a typical drinking night at their place.

So you all had gathered there to drink and chat, as usual.

But things might have gone a bit overboard than usual.

You had a few free days from filming, so you all took that and rolled with it, not caring about anything besides having fun all together.

And that’s how, that morning, you woke up with a headache and no phone at your place.

You had no idea how you had gotten to your apartment and tucked yourself in bed. You tried to remember but your mind was hazy and blurry.

And as you tried to find your phone, it was nowhere to be seen.

That’s how you ended up going down in the elevator to Maddie’s and Drew’s floor.

You prayed your phone was somewhere in their place, cause if not, you’d be cooked.

On your way down, you cringed as you caught the reflection of yourself in the elevator mirror. This was not your best look.

Your hair was messy tied in a low bun, and you were wearing a big oversized t-shirt with the obx logo, and underneath, some very small sleeping shorts that were invisible under your big tee and sleepers.

Yeah, you were not beating the hungover allegations.

As the doors of the elevator opened, you walked to their apartment as you knocked on their door.

You closed your eyes as your head throbbed a little, you just wanted to find your phone, and go back up to your place to drink a gallon of water and maybe take some aspirin.

And then you thought, where they still hungover and asleep? You hadn’t even taken a second to wonder that maybe you would be waking them up.

In all honesty, you didn’t even know what time it was.

But just then, you heard footsteps coming from inside the apartment and the door being opened.

Revealing a man with an unknown but familiar face at the same time.

Were you at the wrong floor?

This was too much for you and your brain in this state.

You squinted your eyes a little as you looked at the man in front of you. You looked from him to the apartment number, wondering if you had messed up. As you opened your mouth to speak his eyes narrowed as he looked at you.

“Can I help…” his eyes went from squinting to surprised. “You’re y/n!” he said smiling at you, looking happy and surprised. “I’m Logan, Drew’s brother.

You blink while looking at him.

He was Drew’s brother.

Now you remember. He had said his siblings were coming to stay with him for a few days to spend the break with him.

Oh dear God. You had totally forgotten.

And now you were standing in the door, in front one of his siblings, in pijamas and hungover.

Worst first impression ever.

“Oh my god, hi!” You say, accidentally sounding a bit too excited than you intended. “It’s so nice to meet you” you smile, clearing your throat, feeling too embarrassed to think of something else to say.

He laughs softly at you, and before you can say anything else, another voice from behind echoes.

“Logan, who’s that?” A girl with brow hair pops up from behind him while looking at you.

You wished the earth could swallow you whole.

“Hi, I’m y/n” you say smiling anxiously at her.

Your appearance definitely was not giving you any confidence at the moment.

“Oh my God” she says smiling at you while shoving his brother aside. “You’re the y/n!” she says excitedly while approaching you. “I’ve been wanting to meet you for so long” she finishes as she pulls you for a hug. “I’m Brooke”.

The only thing you could do was return the hug while laughing nervously.

“Come in, we’re making breakfast” Logan says as he invites you in, closing the door behind you.

You really didn’t wanna be there in that moment.

Like, it was lovely meeting them, they seemed like the sweetest persons ever, but, you were feeling sticky, nauseous and embarrassed that they had to meet you like this.

Just your luck.

“Oh thank you so much, but…” you were interrupted as a girl with blonde hair walked out the kitchen.

She paused her steps looking at you.

“Mackayla, you’re not gonna believe this, she’s y/n!” Brooke said to her sister, as she side hugged you.

You smile at her softly while waving at her.

Her eyes brighten while she smiles at you.

“Oh my God!” she says excitedly. “Drew didn’t tell us you were coming, we would’ve cooked something better than pancakes” she smiles at you.

God how you wished you could’ve showered before coming down.

“No, please don’t worry!” you say a little too fast, looking at them, causing them to eye you with a confused look. “I really don’t wanna interrupt your breakfast” you say smiling at them embarrassed.

This was the worst situation ever.

Or that’s what you thought.

Because as you finished talking, Drew came walking down the hall, shirtless, with only some sleeping shorts and a towel on his hand while he dried his hair.

“What are you guys bickering about?” he says walking to his siblings before he stops and notices you.

You look at him while giving him an awkward smile.

His eyes open a bit too much in surprise.

“Hi” you mumble out sheepishly. “I just came by to see if I had left my phone here” you say blushing a little at the attention. “Cannot find it anywhere” you say moving your hands, showing them how they’re empty.

God you were being pathetic.

Was this how animals at the zoo felt?

“Uh yeah yeah” he blinks at you. “I was gonna bring it up to you later” he says walking to the couch, picking it up and handing it to you.

You take it from him while sighing in relief.

“Thank you so much” you say as you hug your phone dramatically. “I was panicking” you say laughing while looking at his siblings.

They all looked between you and Drew smiling.

You cleared your throat.

“I should get going now” you say smiling softly at them. “It was really nice meeting you” you say, feeling way embarrassed as each second passed.

Mackayla shaked her head looking at you.

“Please stay, we’d love for you to join us!” she says smiling at you hopeful.

“I really don’t wanna impose” you say giving them a sheepish smile, before Brooke shrugs and shakes her head.

“None of that! Maddie will join us too” she smiles at you.

Drew lets out a chuckle.

“If she wakes up” he says laughing softly.

In that moment, Maddie walks out of her room towards the bathroom, stopping herself to give Drew a humorless look.

“I am wake” she says before hiding herself in the bathroom.

You all burst into soft laughter before you can feel all their eyes on you once again.

Your cheeks heat in embarrassment.

“Give me 5 minutes to shower and I’ll be down with a brand new box of cookies from home I have in my place” you say giving them a smile.

They all laugh while you’re already walking out the door.

“Deal!” Logan laughs as they all see the door close behind you.

You run up to you place, chugging an aspirin and getting into the shower to get yourself looking decent and to try and fix your first impression on Drew’s siblings.

Down at his place, they’re finishing setting the table and cooking breakfast.

“She’s cute” Mackayla says as she gives Drew a look.

He laughs softly under his breath looking at her suspiciously.

“Yeah, she can pull that hangover look, not everyone can, it’s hard” Logan lets out before Drew smacks him playfully in the head.

He groans while his sisters laugh at him.

“She seems funny too” Brooke says walking to them. “That’s a good quality to have you know” she lets out while looking at Drew.

He rolls his eyes at his siblings comments, trying to act nonchalant.

“Don’t be weird around her” he lets out, smiling at the memory of you at his apartment in your disheveled look.

How were you able to make the best impressions even having just woken up?

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hai7ani · 3 days ago

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Haitani Rindou is known to not be a very serious person.

There is nothing serious about him at all. He liaises with a bored look on his face, doesn't really attend executive meetings unless Mikey is there, and spends the rest of his days at his own club drowning in the girls, the music or the alcohol, and maybe letting off some steam by snatching away Sanzu's job.

But he is serious today. Angry, even.

The air is tense and it reeks of expensive European cologne when he steps one foot into the room. Briefcases filled with illegal substances welcomes his sight on the coffee table and tall stacks of cold, hard cash residing on his desk.

A man sits with one dirty shoe on his favourite British-imported sofa smoking a cigar, and Kokonoi Hajime on the opposite couch calm and collected.

There is also a girl crawling on all fours with a hot pink leash on her neck, tighter than a dog's collar.

Her skin glimmers under the dim lighting 一 with hints of blood that he could still recognise across her arms, but mostly with sweat. Her lips are pale, wobbly, and tears are pouring out of her sockets. Hurt and fear evident in her eyes.

She is you.

The dress that he got you 一 handpicked for you delicately 一 all ripped and torn and it barely clings onto your body anymore like it did all the time. You look like you're about to pass out anytime soon.

Haitani Rindou is filled with rage.

"Ah, Haitani! Just the man that I was looking for. Come, have a seat." The man invites with a huge menacing grin on his face, as he puts out the cigar on his expensive sofa.

It's my fucking office, you motherfucker.

Mario Ricci 一 he thinks it was, pauses counting the stacks of cash in his hands when Rindou does not move as he says. "Hmm?" He follows along his gaze which turns out to be stuck at you on the floor. His Italian accent is thick and heavy when he speaks, almost sounding like an ancient bard.

"I was passing through your halls and I saw this wonderful beauty standing right there, and I thought," he pauses, bending down slow to look at you.

"She'd be a perfect little mutt."

He tugs on the leash looped around his left hand, hard. His cologne fills up your nostrils from the distance and it is the only thing you can breathe in. More tears pool around your eyes as you cough 一 your throat is sore and the skin around it hurts. The buckle pushes hard against the side of your neck and he tugs another time.

"You wouldn't mind if I took this one home with me, yeah? You have plenty of sluts in your establishment already." There is a teasing glint in his eyes when he finally lets go, only to reach down and drag on your disheveled locks of hair.

He guides you like that 一 impatient and harsh 一 while you struggle with movement because you cannot look down at your hands, as you carefully crawl against the carpeted floor with your scalp red and painful.

You start sobbing again when he pulls away, and you lock eyes with the man that owns you, standing by the door.

There is fire in his eyes when he finally sees the picture that Mario painted for him. You're kneeling between his legs with two palms flat on the floor, catching your breath with uncontrollable drool dripping off your tongue.

Like a damn dog.

"God, she'd make a damn good slut. But I'm sure you already are during your time here, yeah, baby?" He taps on your cheek and swipes the drool away.

Your gaze is cloudy when you stare into Rindou's eyes. You're broken and battered. Your eyes no longer bright and shiny as when they used to admire him in the night, in his bed, when you'd draw your fingers along the lines and curves of his tattoos 一 they're filled with fear and you are so tired. You're shaking all around and you're so cold. You're a lot colder than what he's used to letting you feel. His fists tighten any more, deep in his pockets.

But he can still read you like an open book.

"This is a five million dollar deal." Kokonoi cuts in. "Can we be fucking serious? Just take the slut for free, Ricci. She's yours. We have more important things to talk about."

A quiet mewl escapes your throat when Mario grins, very satisfied with Kokonoi's words. You start to cry, begging, when he wraps a hand around your chin and bends down to give your cheek a wet kiss, disgustingly. You don't look away from Rindou the whole time.

Please don't give me away.

The sound of a gun clicking catches everyone's attention. You look him dead in the eye and he can hear you loud and clear.

Haitani Rindou isn't serious about a lot of things.

"Fucking let her go."

But he is serious about you.

"Or I'll put a bullet through your throat and it'll be no deal for all of us."

His own slut.

His favourite girl.

Sequel

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soleilapproves · 2 days ago

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Nanami Kento is the type of man to lose his mind if he sees your ankles. In other words, Nanami goes crazy whenever he sees a sliver of your skin.

Notes: pre-relationship, Nanami has a HUGE crush on you and is embarrassed about thirsting over you.

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Prim and proper. Two adjectives that described Nanami Kento to the T. The man never came to teach with a hair out of place- everything was held back with the right amount of gel. His tie didn’t move unless it was to be removed for a fight and his suits always fit him just right.

He was a man of consistency and neatness. However, that side of him would only keep up until you were in sight. You with your radiant smile and boisterous laughter that had him turning around and shoving his face into the nearest wall out of pure admiration.

Nanami hated losing his stoic facade in front of you. It was like you turned him into a teenager who had hit puberty and began seeing girls in a new light.

It was just another day at Jujutsu Tech. The teachers were having a meeting in the staff room. Well, it was more of tea time while gossiping about the students. Nanami, as usual, didn’t indulge in the conversation and chose to listen instead.

You however, were not afraid to give in your two cents about Yuuji’s atrocious new shoes.

“It was so funny, he looked like a clown!” Gojo laughed out from the other end of the table. You could feel Nanami rolling his eyes from beside you but you still had a feeling that deep down side, he agreed with Gojo as well.

Gojo pulled out his phone to show you a funny picture of the student and you leaned over the table to see it, making your already tight blouse, ride up.

‘I’m a gentleman.’ Nanami told himself while staring at the translucent brown liquid in his cup. But then again, your ass was right next to him, and you were wearing the pants he liked too. It would be a missed opportunity to not look, especially when you were so up close and personal.

He looked. There it was, your beautiful skin, he couldn’t see much but he could swear it was probably one of the most beautiful things he had seen all week (aside from your face).

He gripped his cup tightly as he imagined himself stroking the soft skin of your back. He averted his gaze when you went to sit back down. However, he didn’t stare at you discretely enough because he had managed to make eye contact with a smug Gojo. The word gentleman did have the word man in it.

Another instance where he almost lost his cool while looking at you was when you both were assigned to fight a curse that had razors for fingers. It was too dangerous for the students to tag along.

You tried your best to dodge the blasted creature but managed to barely get by as one its blades grazed your torso, cutting your shirt in half. This angered Nanami and he quickly finished the curse in a fit of anger. He turned to look at you hunched over, examining your fresh new wound- a giant paper cut going from between your chest to your belly button. The cut wasn’t deep but it was painful.

Nanami’s blush deepened after reaching towards you. He could see your bra and he felt horrible at that moment. There you were, groaning in pain while he wondered if you’d sound the same under him.

The worst incident in his opinion was when you had invited him over to help you build your bookshelf and you opened the door wearing thigh high socks and shorts. Didn’t you know not to mess with a man’s heart?

Every time, you’d walk by him, he’d try to sneak a peak at your plush thighs. It happened so often that he accidentally hammered his thumb. “Kento!” You rushed towards him and sat down on your calves, taking his hand in your lap.

“This looks painful. Let’s get you some ice before it begins to bruise.” You lightly tug Nanami’s forearms but his eyes are too focused on your expanded thighs, begging to be let out of the confines of your socks. “Kento?” The man was shook out of his trance when you looked up at him with concerned eyes.

Fuck, he couldn’t do this anymore.

“What?”

“Ice? Your thumb is starting to bruise, come on.”

The man silently followed you to your kitchen while you set up an ice pack for him. His eyes tracked along your figure, especially the way your thighs chaffed against one another. Even though he had an ice pack in his hand, his skin felt like it was burning because of the proximity between you two.

You were cooing at the wound, regretting that you made him do all that work just to get hurt.

“I’m so sorry, Kento. Is there anything I can do to make up for it?” You apologetically asked. There you went again, shooting arrows at his heart with every word.

“Let me squeeze your thighs.”

“Huh?”

“Huh.”

“What?”

“What.”

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I don’t know how to end this. Sue me.

#jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk nanami #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami fluff #nanami kento x reader #jujutsu nanami #nanami x reader

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p0orbaby · 3 days ago

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Blurb - Leah/reader either watching a football or rugby game with her family but you’re Scottish so Leah keeps winding you up. Then Scotland win & reader has the last laugh 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

ngl this was quite painful for me to write as i am, in fact, not scottish… but here we are

The living room smells like beer, crisps, and something your mum burned in the kitchen that she swears is still edible. Leah’s sitting on the sofa, surrounded by your family, smug as anything in an oversized England rugby shirt. You’re in your Scotland top, arms crossed, already regretting inviting her to this.

“Bit optimistic, isn’t it?” she says, nodding at your jersey.

“It’s called patriotism,” you reply, grabbing a handful of crisps.

“It’s called wishful thinking,” she counters, her grin widening as your brother laughs a little too loudly from his armchair. Traitor.

The match kicks off, and Leah is immediately insufferable. She’s shouting advice at the England players like they can hear her, arms flailing dramatically every time someone misses a tackle.

“Textbook,” she says smugly after England score the first try, reclining back like she’s the one who orchestrated it.

“Lucky,” you mutter, refusing to meet her eyes.

“Not luck, babe,” she says, leaning in close enough that you can smell her shampoo. “Skill”

Your mum, ever the diplomat, asks Leah if she wants another drink. You silently beg her not to, but it’s no use. Leah’s now fuelled by lager and her own self-satisfaction.

When Scotland finally score a try, you leap off the sofa, fists in the air.

Leah doesn’t even flinch. “Oh, calm down. One try doesn’t make a match.”

“It’s one more than you expected,” you fire back, flopping onto the sofa with an unnecessary amount of bounce just to jostle her.

The game gets tense—fumbles, penalties, a couple of dodgy referee decisions that your dad won’t stop ranting about. Leah’s still giving you grief, muttering under her breath every time England get possession.

“You’re awfully quiet,” she says at one point, smirking.

“Just waiting for the right moment,” you reply, not looking away from the screen.

And then it happens. Scotland break through the England defence with a clean, beautiful run. It’s poetry in motion, a sight to behold. Your brother yells. Your dad claps so hard you think he might dislocate something.

You? You turn to Leah, grinning like a maniac. “What was that about wishful thinking?”

She doesn’t answer, staring at the screen in disbelief as the Scots pile on top of each other in celebration.

“Oh, what’s wrong, babe?” you say, your voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Not as confident now, are we?”

She scowls but doesn’t rise to the bait, which only makes your victory sweeter.

When the final whistle blows, signalling Scotland’s win, you’re on your feet again, yelling like you’ve personally won the Six Nations. Leah stays seated, arms crossed, sulking in a way that’s almost cute.

“Good game,” your dad says, clapping her on the shoulder as he heads to the kitchen. “Better luck next time”

Leah shoots you a look as if to say traitor, but you just grin.

“Cheer up,” you say, plopping down beside her and throwing an arm around her shoulders. “There’s always next year”

“Don’t,” she warns, but there’s no real venom in it.

You kiss her cheek, the tiniest bit smug. “Love you”

“Mm-hmm,” she mutters, stealing the remote and putting on Match of the Day.

It’s not a total loss for her—she did manage to polish off most of the crisps—but you savour every second of her pout. Victory tastes better when it’s Scotland’s.

#leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #woso #woso x reader

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ego13 · 17 hours ago

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LET ME IN YOUR OCEAN – YU JIMIN

now playing : chase atlantic - swim

SYNOPSIS : your mafia girl loves it too much when you bring her lunch to work (in fact, she doesn’t mind fucking you on her desk either.)

warnings : mafia!jimin, lesbian sex, service top!jimin, praise kink, hickeys, fingering sex in public places, pet names (princess, good girl, kitty).

pairing : yu jimin x fem!reader

you? oh, her favourite baby-girl, damn, jimin loves her girl too much, she loves to pamper you incredibly, because if this comes up in conversation, then yu does not hesitate to spend several million a day on her princess. expensive prada dresses, diamond necklaces and rings are what you literally swim in, bouquets of flowers, romantic dinners and then night walks in a black porsche with jimin - your daily routine, her hand on your thigh as you both silently drive through Seoul at night listening to your favorite playlist, during such moments it always seemed to you that there were only you two left in the world, and no one else

and if her girl wants it, jimin will buy the whole world for her, as long as it’s really just the two of you.

when you first saw her in the casino, you would never have thought that a cold-blooded member of the mafia could be such a gentle romantic, whose words always made your knees weak. one of the nicest things was that she was so close to you, she didn’t allow anyone to see her as tender except her princess, because you were the only one who truly deserved it. and the only downside of all this was the fact that she was often busy, although in a very interesting way she always made up for her guilt to you. a romantic dinner, another necklace and wonderful sex right against the wall in the hallway of your mansion is probably the best way for her to made it up.

waking up after another such evening, you realized that jimin was not next to him in bed, which made you slightly upset, after all, your desire to wake up in her arms, spending the whole morning sleepily hugging, alas, was cut short. you stretched, rubbing your eyes sleepily, reaching over to the bedside table and taking your phone off the charger, having unblocked it, the first thing you did was go into chat with yu, realizing that she didn’t even write about where and why it would be so early in the morning.

you : jiminnie? no good mornings? :(

you : i hope that you really have something important, because depriving me of morning hugs and breakfast in bed is a crime

just as you were about to get out of bed, several notifications came to your phone, and seeing the messages from yu, your face broke into a sleepy smile.

jim💘 : so sorry, princess, had to leave early, important meeting.

jim💘 : you know that i love you, princess?

jim💘 : i would never leave my precious girl without cuddles and kisses without reason.

jim💘 : i’ll be home in the evening, afterwards, expensive champagne and a delicious dinner, perhaps even a continuation in the bedroom, or in the kitchen, if I can’t restrain myself. i love u.

after reading the messages, you were mentally preparing for the upcoming evening, fuck, she knew exactly all your weak points, and knew where to hit so that you wouldn’t get angry. getting out of bed, you stretched again along the way, going into the kitchen, wanting to drink a glass of water, you noticed that you forgot to take lunch with you, which you carefully make every evening. a small pink lunchbox with hello kitty and a small love note is what jimin put in her black leather bag, and it made her heart beat faster every time.

you were a little upset, but you could put up with it, considering how flighty jimin can be sometimes, so you once again got excited about the idea of going to her office to give lunch for her forgetful girlfriend. quickly getting dressed, you called the personal driver whom yu hired with the words 'my princess will not walk several kilometers on the asphalt every time with her beautiful legs so give me the most skilled driver'. the road was quite fast, and upon entering the large building, one of the bodyguards let you inside with a warm smile, personally escorting you to jimin's office.

knocking on the door several times, you opened it, seeing how she carefully rummages through documents in her damn sexy glasses, the way she looked made you turn into a waterfall every time you saw her. finally looking up from the papers, she smiled brightly, seeing her beloved girl.

"princess," getting up from the table, she took off her glasses and put them aside, she came closer to you, seeing a pink lunch box in your hands, "damn, I'm too forgetful and forgot my girl's lunch..." she awkwardly scratched the back of her head, taking it from your hands, placing it on the table, returning her gaze to you as her hands found their way to your hips, "you didn't have to drive halfway across town to see me, sweetheart, but I really fucking appreciate it, kitty..."

her lips carefully approached hers as your noses touched each other, finally pulling you into a slow and loving kiss, deepening the kiss, yu buried her head in the hair at the back of her head with one hand, and touched tour waist with the other hand. you hummed right into the kiss as she picked you up, moving her hands to her hips, and sat her on the table, settling between your legs. having stopped tormenting your lips, she lowered herself to your neck, while her free hand lifted your skirt, getting under your underwear, jimin began to slowly stimulate your clit, making circular movements, carefully watching your expression, searching for any hint of discomfort, “good girl... already so wet for me?"

your body kept shaking, and the thighs tried to close, but yu was standing between them, and did not allow this to happen. your hands fell on her shoulders, you pulled her closer, so close that ypu pressed herself against her, resting your head on her shoulder, her free hand nuzzled your thigh until her fingers finally slid inside you, causing you to let out a loud whine that was like honey to her ears, "just like that, you're doing so well, kitty, it feels like you were created for me to be inside you..."

yu's lips kissed your skin from your neck down, reaching the collarbones and leaving several purple marks there, again fell to her beloved neck, without ceasing to work with her fingers and feeling how your body began to tremble.

she felt with her fingers how the walls tightened around her fingers, enveloping and sucking, and in the next second a languid cry flew from your lips, which made her instinctively squeeze your waist tighter, not allowing you to fall off the table, on the contrary, helping you sit more comfortably, kissing your neck soothingly, enjoying the sight of the purple marks on your milky skin, "everything is fine, princess, my good girl..."

finally moving away from your neck, her hand combed the fallen strand of your hair behind your ear, smiling, she liked seeing you like this too much, all excited, trembling from orgasm, while your hair stuck to your forehead and barely visible drops of sweat flowed from your temple.

"you know, after such a “lunch”, I’m no longer as hungry as before your arrival, you can come to me more often, I’ll be all for it."

#yu jimin x fem reader #yu jimin x reader #karina x reader #girl group x reader #gg x reader #sapphic #wlw #aespa x reader #aespa x fem reader #karina x fem reader #girl group #aespa #Spotify

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inthemiddleofmae · 2 days ago

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morning embrace - paul mescal x reader

summary - paul comes home after a run to see you making breakfast

word count: ~670

a/n: someone might have watched gladiator ii and fell in love all over again with paul then wrote this instead of writing their uni essay...hmm i wonder who that is!! here's something short n sweet i wrote to make up for the serious lack of paul/lucius fics :(

the london sky was rosy and cloudy; it was 7am on a thursday and the sun was still in the process of rising. you had the perfect view of the city out of your kitchen window, and every time you cooked in here, you reconfirmed in your head that you and paul made the right decision buying the flat almost 6 months ago. though the two of you hadn't lived there for long, it was already home.

the radio was on, as usual, and was playing quietly in the background. the sizzling of eggs and mushrooms on the frying pan quickly overpowered the vocals of a song you couldn't quite recognise.

the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the last remnants of the lavender incense that you burned before going to bed last night. this was the first thing paul smelt when he came through the door, with a slight slam and vibration alerting you to turn around. it was then that the smell of breakfast hit him. beads of sweat trickled down his thick, slightly quivered brows - evidence of his long run through the park.

"morning, love," you greeted him, your voice barely coming through the bustle of the kitchen.

paul, still catching his breath, offered a contented smile. his eyes, however, showcased a hunger not satiated by the run alone. you smiled, looking into his eyes before turning back to the stove to gently stir the almost ready mushrooms.

paul approached you and you could feel his eyes on the back of your head. the smile on your face, still present, grew even wider as you felt his larger, sweaty presence lurking over you, taking a deep inhale of the aroma coming from the pan.

"smells amazing," paul murmured, his nose now pressing gently into the curls of your hair. his voice felt like a gentle caress against what was now the morning quiet, with all other sounds falling into the background, leaving only the intimate space you both shared.

"i aim to please - especially hungry runners." you replied, a teasing glint in your eyes.

though his chest was already lightly touching your back, a magnetic pull seemingly drew the two of you even closer together. paul's arms encircled your waist, and you quickly turned the stove off, for you had expected to be distracted now that you were in the arms of your lover.

“thank you.” paul whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to the nape of your neck, making you all flustered and warm inside.

as the aroma of the now finished breakfast continued to fill the air, you turned around in paul's arms to face him. your eyes met first in a silent exchange, then you tilted you head up so your lips could meet - a fusion of passion, the sweet taste of morning, and the slightly salty taste of his sweat.

your soft fingers traced gentle patterns on paul's ever so damp chest as the two of you embraced each other, savoring the rare, quiet morning together. with your busy 9-to-5 job and paul’s demanding acting schedule, moments like this didn’t come often. but with paul on a short break and you having taken a few days off, you were determined to make the most of it. the kiss deepened as the pair of you smiled into it and slowly swayed to the melody in the background.

“you stink, paul.” you whisper after he hesitantly breaks the kiss, both of you bursting into a soft laughter.

“fuck off,” he says playfully, his arms still around your waist. “how about i eat the beautiful breakfast you made me first, and then we can both get in the shower?”

“well i’m not gonna say no to that.” you say as you raise one of your hands and begin admiring his bearded chin.

with one last peck, paul releases his hands from your waist and reaches above you to grab two plates. you can't help but feel content.

#paul mescal #paul mescal x reader #lucius verus #lucius verus x reader #gladiator 2 #gladiator ii #gladiator ll #pedro pascal #fluff

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planetpedri · 3 days ago

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jealous pedri 🫦 pretty please 🙏

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Jealous — Pedri González.

Pairing: Pedri González x Fem!Reader

Summary: You wasn’t immune to male attention, and Pedri couldn’t stand it.

Word count: 675+

Disclaimer/s: Jealous!Pedri ehhh idk what else to add clubbing + alcohol mention

A/N: i’ve been WAITING for this request. this is based off ‘jealous’ by nick jonas if it wasn’t already obvious!

The club was booming. Strobe lights flashing and sweat slick partiers passed by with every passing second. This was your element. You loved going out with your boyfriend and you loved any reason to dress up.

Your sparkly black dress flashed different colors with every changing color. A confident smile on your face as you walked in front of Pedri to find the bar.

Pedri trailed behind you with a grin on his face as you easily weaved through the crowd. The grin was short lived when he saw a man in the distance latch onto you, his eyes trailing over your body with a smirk on his lips.

Instantly, Pedri was beside you, covering you from the mans line of sight. His arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you into his side with a protective hold. Your head snapped in his direction curiously, noticing the tightness on his face.

“You alright?” You lean up to his face so he could hear you over the music.

“Did you have to swear that dress tonight?” Pedri questions, his eyes dropping to the small dress. He loved the way it looked on you, but hated knowing other men loved it too.

You laugh, “uh, yeah?”

He was not finding this amusing.

Slipping out of his grasp once you reach the bar, you order yourself a drink. Not one for Pedri, he rarely ever drank, plus he drove you two here. “Go find us a booth while I wait?”

Reluctantly, the man does just that; finding a booth in the corner of the club with full view of everything. Everything included you.

The man from earlier had approached you. Pedri saw the way you stiffened, annoyance flashing across your face every time he presumably flirted. One thing about you that Pedri could rely on always, was your complete and utter devotion. You loved him and he’d never doubted it from the second you uttered those three words.

But, when he saw you crack a small smile at something the stranger said, he swallowed, hard.

Leaning over the table, he asks the group beside if they could watch your table. Recognizing him instantly, they eagerly agreed. One perk of being famous, he supposed.

Making his way down the stairs and to the bar, he slipped behind you. “Cariño.” He grumbled, eyes drifting up to meet the man in front of you.

“Hey, man..” He started, stopping when Pedri’s face stays flat. “Chill. I’m gone!”

The second he stepped away, you were turning on your heels and scowling up at your boyfriend. “Hello? Is there a problem?”

“Yeah, who was that?”

“Stranger danger? I don’t know.” You huff, “and so—oh. Oh my God, you’re jealous.” Your mouth forms a proud smirk, you couldn’t even be mad. It was amusing.

“Can you blame me?” Pedri’s voice is exasperated, his hands flying up in defense.

Your shoulders shrug, “you’re far too obsessed with me for your own good. I would never cheat.” Which was true, you were dating Pedro González, you had no need to cheat. He was everything and more, nobody could compare. “It’s not my fault they hover!”

Your point was well taken, but Pedri tilts his head to the side. “So it’s my fault I have an insanely beautiful girlfriend?”

Tapping your chin playfully, you nod. “Hey. You chose me.”

“And I would make that choice a million times over again.” He hums, leaning down to connect his lips with yours.

Pedri wasn’t massive on public displays of affection, so when he did give it; it was for a purpose. His purpose tonight was to show everyone in that club that you were his. And, you loved every second of it.

Leaning your head back, Pedri lets out a low whine at the loss of contact. “Can we go back to our booth and order some food?” You laugh, “i’m hungry.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Pedri sighs, “come on.” His hand tangled into yours, keeping a tight hold on it while he leads you up to your booth.

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cherrycranes · 21 hours ago

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Real Cowgirls Ride (Emmett x Fem!Reader) [+18]

Pairing: Emmett (A Quiet Place 2) x Fem!Reader Summary: When you go to a bar in upstate New York with your girlfriends for a bachelorette party, you encounter a hot rugged man who´ll teach you how to ride like a real cowgirl. Word count: 4,248 Contents: (Minors DNI). No apocalypse AU. Age gap (Reader is 24, Emmett is 39), Oral sex (fem receiving), a little bit of ass licking (fem receiving), fingering, P in v, protected sex! Author's notes: Once more, a collab with @fuckiingloser cause that's my wifey. Mandatory "english is not my first language" disclaimer. Enjoy the ass licker.

It was the first time you ever stepped a foot in this rural upstate New York town. Certainly an interesting choice for a bachelorette party, but your friend: the bride, and her future husband had grown up here. It was nice, though. A very appreciated change of scenery from your busy downtown New York City life. It had been a 3 hour drive to get here, and you planned to just have a good time.

The party had a cowgirl theme and you had gone all out: a borrowed pair of red cowgirl boots that you had never imagined wearing in your life, a pair of dangerously tiny Daisy Duke jean shorts and a white cropped t-shirt that said “Budweiser” across the front. All topped with a matching cowboy hat sitting on top of your head. Your girlfriends showered you with compliments, you played the part so well.

It was around 11:30 pm now, and after several stops of the bar crawl, you all walked into a smoky, dark dive bar. The neon signs gave the entire room a dull glow. It was moderately full, mostly with old blue collar men tired from a long day's work. Some of them gave your group a few stares that only your tipsy state managed to ignore. You had come here for fun, and that’s what you would have.

You got a big table, ordered some drinks and shots and cheered for the bride, wishing her all the best with the love of her life. And, in secret, you hopelessly wished that you would find yours too… You were painfully single at 24 and your only one previous boyfriend had cheated on you after a year of dating. You were still young but loneliness stung.

To distract yourself, you ordered a few more shots and just went along with the vibe of the bar and your friends’ laughter. Some moments later, you wandered over to the old school jukebox that sat alone on a dark corner to flip through the endless pages of song options. Some you knew, some you didn’t, and one you picked before a rugged voice behind you interrupted you:

“Excuse me, miss...” You turned to look. “I just have to have a look at these fancy red cowgirl boots up close...” The man in front of you said with a charming little smirk and with his baby blue eyes looking down at your feet, then at your legs, your body and, eventually, meeting your eyes.

You looked him over too, with his plain white t-shirt, blue wrangler jeans, dusty work boots, scruffy beard with a few silver strands in it and a ball cap with some brown curls peeking out underneath it. Quite handsome. His little excuse to come over and talk to you was pathetic but cute, it had made you smirk a little. And when you looked into his beautiful eyes and saw that pretty smile again, you decided to give him a shot.

“Honestly… My buddies over there were givin’ me a hard time and said that I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t say something to the pretty girl in the red cowboy boots...” He gestured over to his friends in the booth in the other corner who gave you a wave and smile. You turned back to look at him, and gave yourself the luxury of eyeing him up and down again. He was definitely older than you, but not exactly old enough to be your father. He must have been in his early 40’s at most. He was sort of rugged, most likely a blue collar man. Some tattoos poked out from under the sleeve of his t-shirt. He was not the type of guy you were used to encountering in New York City. “I'm Emmett..” He smirked, and you chuckled a bit at his words.

“Hate to break the news but I borrowed these from a friend… I’m not a real country girl.” You admitted with a smile. Emmett laughed softly and leaned against the almost forgotten jukebox.

“Well… They look good on you either way… That’s for sure…” He looked over your body once more, shameless infatuation irradiating from him. His boldness made you smile again, and admittedly, it also turned you on. Like clockwork, the first notes of the song you picked started to play and Emmett gave you an approving smile.

“Good choice… You’ve got good taste obviously… Would you like to dance, beautiful?” He asked, his voice like velvet in your ears. You felt a sweet heat rush to your cheeks and you nodded.

“I'd like that.” You smiled and he took your hand with a gentleness that was to die for, pulling you closer and wrapping his strong arms around your waist. In return, you wrapped your arms around his neck and followed him along. Butterflies flew in your stomach like they hadn’t in so long when his arms tightened around you.

You chatted a little, dancing slowly in the middle of the dive bar with his rough hands rubbing the exposed skin of your back. In the background of the slow song, you could make out the voices and giggles of your friends who must have been staring in amusement and support.

In between the small conversations and the dance, you found out Emmett owned a farm nearby. Mostly horses and some crops. You also found out he was 39 years old. Never married, currently single. Then it came time for questions about your life, your work, your age, where were you from…

“Ahh, so you’re a city girl, makes sense… Never seen someone as hot as you around here before...” Emmett whispered, still swaying with you and still holding you tight. You blushed, something not everybody did to you, but there was something about him. His looks, his charm, his rough hands. You couldn't help yourself.

Guided by that feeling, you kept talking. Now telling him about your failed relationship, your cheater ex-boyfriend and your 8 month-long singlehood. Emmett’s brow furrowed upon hearing that.

“Fuckin’ asshole… Who would ever wanna lose you? You need a real man… Not a little immature boy..” He whispered, shaking his head gently and tightening his tattooed arm around you ever so slightly, just for the butterflies in your stomach to go even wilder.

Your song ended and the jukebox went silent. Emmett immediately asked to buy you a drink, and how would you even say no? Next thing you knew, you were sitting on a barstool with him standing in front of you, a hand on your thigh making you swoon. He leaned over to order, the scent of his almost worn-off cologne sending more heat towards the right places.

“Two miller lites please, thanks.. ” The bartender cracked open two beers and pushed them towards Emmett. He handed you one along with a sly smile, his other hand still on your thigh.

“Well… Cheers to a good night that I'm hoping gets even better.” Emmett held his drink up to yours and clicked them together with a nice melodic sound.

“Cheers.” You chuckled, arousal pooling in your lower abdomen and burning steady for the entire time you and Emmett talked and flirted in between sips. Some guilt crept up on you at having practically abandoned your girlfriends, but every quick glance towards them made you find them winking and putting their thumbs up. So you focused back on Emmett, laughed at his jokes, touched his arm, gave him your best smile…

“Can’t believe a pretty girl like you is interested in an old man like me.” He rubbed his hand softly on your exposed thigh, and you couldn't help but let out a sincere chuckle.

“You're hotter than any guy I've met in the city by a million honestly… A real man who works with his hands and knows what he wants and isn’t shy about it…” Every word of yours was soaked in a sensual tone and your eyes never looked away from him now. He had the most beautiful pale blue eyes you had ever seen, his pupils were long dilated from looking at you, and they seemed to get even more when he heard you talking like that.

“Well, you sure know how to flatter a guy… I’ve gotta say you’re one of the sexiest things I've ever seen.” Emmett leaned in to whisper into your ear, his lips giving you a featherlight touch. “My hands aren’t the only thing I’m good with…” His warm breath sent a satisfying shiver down your spine. “And I do know what I want… I wanna see what’s underneath this little crop top and these tiny jean shorts…”

Your breath hitched ever so slightly, the hairs at the back of your neck stood up. His rough hand gripped the soft flesh of your thigh firmly, the sensation, along with his words, going straight to your core and now dampened panties.

It was 12:45 am now, the clock upon the wall ticked in front of Emmett’s eyes with an eager question.

“It's getting pretty late… Whaddya say you come home with me tonight… And I can teach you how to ride like a real cowgirl?” He whispered through a seductive smirk, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear and effectively making your clit pulse. You bit your lip, took in the pale blue of his eyes and leaned a bit closer.

“You wanna be my teacher?” You asked him, holding his gaze. Emmett nodded before taking a swig of his beer, finishing it and putting it on the bar.

“I'm sure a girl like you could teach an old dog like me a few tricks too…”

Your smirk turned into a grin before his eyes and your wet pussy fluttered again. God, he was so smooth and beyond sexy. The kind of man you needed.

“Take me home cowboy.” You whispered, ripples of arousal traveling around your body as you watched Emmett pull out his wallet and slap a 20 dollar bill on the counter to cover for your drinks and tip, before taking your hand like a gentleman.

Your girls cheered when they saw you walking out with him, and you so graciously gave them a playful middle finger that made them laugh out loud.

Emmett held the door open for you and all the exposed parts of your body felt the cool summer breeze of the night air. Not for long though, his truck was just a few steps away, and as the gentleman he was, he opened the passenger seat door for you and helped you in. The inside was rather cozy, an air freshener hung from the rear-view mirror along with a, quite fitting, tiny cowboy hat charm. You flicked it with your finger as Emmett got in the driver’s seat.

“Before we leave...” He started, leaning over the center console. Before you could ask him anything, his lips met yours in a hot, sensual kiss. Inevitably, your hand reached up to touch his beard, and you delighted with the taste of beer and faint mint gum in his mouth.

“Wow… All this is yours?” You asked softly, admiring the vast space bathed in starlight.

“Sorry, I just had to… Couldn’t wait another minute.” He whispered against the softness of your lips, forming a smile. He sat back in his seat and started the truck up, making it roar to life. His left hand held the wheel and his right hand found his new favorite spot: your thigh. Soft rock born from his radio barely made noise as he drove you down the mostly empty country roads to his home nearby. You raised both eyebrows when an old farmhouse and several barns came into view.

“It is indeed, pretty girl.” Emmett smiled, pulling up next to the house and getting out of his truck, this time helping you out of it, upholding the true gentleman behavior.

His arm wrapped around you once again, his body warmth fighting for you against the chill summer night’s breeze. You smiled when the front door opened for you and you were the first to step foot inside the cute little farmhouse. It was rather lovely, perhaps too minimally decorated but it was to be expected, he was a 40 year old man living alone. You seemed to be the most feminine thing in this house.

“I love it… So cozy.” You leaned against the kitchen counter, attracting Emmett to you. His hands found your hips and he looked down at you with that flirtiness that made your pussy wetter.

“You haven’t even seen the bedroom yet.” He whispered, closer and closer to you until another sensual kiss captured your lips. Your mouth gave his skillful tongue entrance and with a delicious groan he picked you up easily. Your legs wrapped around his hips and his hands supported you by holding your ass. He swallowed a moan from you and walked you both across the house, towards the stairs and into his bedroom. There, he laid you down on his big bed, his lips reluctantly leaving yours for air.

You propped yourself up to your elbows, granting him a visual feast for his eyes to devour. Your exposed midriff, your little shorts and those cute little red boots. Since your cowboy hat had been lost somewhere on the way to his bed, your hair was slightly messy, and your lips glistened from his saliva. He didn’t know where to begin with you.

“Fuck, you’re sexy…” He admired you, reaching down to pull one of your boots off, then the other one. Both joined his wooden floor. “I need to see this perfect body naked for me…”

You giggled, his hands now occupied themselves with your jean shorts. In a couple of seconds they also met the floor.

“Would ya look at that…” Emmett let out a flirty whistle upon seeing what you hid underneath the denim: a little red thong that made his cock twitch in his jeans, another reminder of how painfully hard he was. His calloused thumb didn’t resist and ran over your clothed pussy, slowly making its way between your folds and marveling at the feeling of the damp fabric. He growled in approval.

“Someone’s wet…” He looked into your eyes and you felt a rush of blood divide itself to reach both your cheeks and your needy cunt. You bit your lip, your body ablaze.

“Flip over for me, baby… Face down ass up.” He ordered after playing with you over your panties a little bit. You, incredibly turned on and obedient to any sexy command he could throw your way with that deep voice of his, didn’t even think about it twice.

“Yes, Sir.” You played along, flipping over for him with your ass in the air and your cheek against the duvet cover.

“Fuuuck…” He groaned at the sight. You knew very damn well your little thong was covering absolutely nothing from behind. “I wanna make sure this little pussy is prepped for my lesson…” he said, peeling the thong off you slowly.

Anticipation pooled at your cunt, the flimsy red fabric left your body with his help. Once you were free, Emmett palmed both your asscheeks and spread them slowly. He moaned at the sight of your glistening pussy and tight asshole, all fully waxed.

“Jesus Fuckin’ Christ…” He breathed out, feeling his heart skip a beat. “I could come just looking at you…” He whispered just inches away from your needy cunt.

You moaned softly at his words, feeling completely exposed yet so turned on. Nothing else could matter to you anymore.

“Please...” You whimpered so needily, he couldn’t resist leaning in and letting his tongue slide between your slippery folds. A guttural groan of his made your pussy reverberate, the taste of you on his tongue so addictive, so divine.

“Oh my god…” Now, you moaned. Emmett’s hot tongue licked a fat stripe from your clit all the way to your ass, flicking against it. The sensation was so good you could barely comprehend it.

You moaned over and over, his thick fingers pumped in and out of you in a slow but firm motion. He watched hungrily as your tight cunt took them in so easily and so greedily.

“You taste like honey…” He purred to our flesh before spitting on your pussy, his saliva slowly dribbling down between your lips and making him groan in approval. Two of his fingers gathered some of that spit on them before circling your aching hole, slowly pushing inside of you from behind.

“Fuck… Feels so good…” You spoke in between moans that only got louder when Emmett curled his fingers inside you, hitting that special spot. “Holy fuck…”

The louder you moaned, the faster his thick fingers moved and curled. Your eager pussy had his index and middle fingers completely wet and glistening.

“That feels good, pretty girl?” He asked with a smirk. “Gotta make sure this little pussy is ready to ride my big cock…” he growled hungrily.

“I-I’m ready… Please…” His pumping fingers had you bucking your hips in desperation and stuttering, almost out of your mind. Emmett loved every single detail about it, you looked just so beautiful when you were this horny and needy. Mercifully, he pulled his fingers out of your begging cunt and slowly brought them to his mouth, groaning at the taste of you.

“Flip over, baby.” He commanded, the sound of the zipper of his jeans making your ears perk up. You did as he said, catching the glimpse of his pants hitting the floor and his shirt being pulled over his head. He tossed it aside, the view of his toned, hairy chest and arms, along with those sexy tattoos of his made your pussy feel even more needy. Your eyes feasted on him, from his chest to his hard on in his briefs.

“I think you’re ready for your lesson…” Emmett crawled onto the bed and laid on his back, dark curls resting on his pillows. Right away, you sat on your knees, watching the way his arm flexed as he reached over to the side table and opened the drawer. Touch guided his way to a gold wrapper.

“A little help?” He smirked, looking down at his hard cock still tucked in his underwear. You smiled and nodded, your fingers hooking on the gray waistband and gently peeling the fabric down his legs. His big hard cock immediately sprung free for your eyes to devour. A throaty groan resonated from him. It was much bigger than what you had pictured, it was impossible to not stare at it in all its veiny, throbbing glory.

Emmett ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth, rolling the latex down his thick cock and looking up at you with a sexy smile.

“You ready to be my cowgirl?”

Immediately, you snapped out of your trance and nodded.

“Yes, sir…” Your voice came out sweet and so lovely, his hand motioned towards him.

“C’mere, baby…” Emmett cooed and you moved to stand above him. You lowered down slowly on him until your sensitive folds felt the covered tip of his cock, making him groan a little at the friction.

“Mmm, slow baby…” He coached you in a soft voice, putting his hands on your hips and guiding you. “Sink down slowly…” And slowly you did it. His cock slid inside your tight hot ready entrance easily, with all the time in the world. You sank down further, each of your knees on either side of his thighs almost trembling at the stretch. Loud moans escaped you both in unison as you adjusted to him and he adjusted to you. You felt so full, for a second you even doubted if it all could fit, but, as if his cock was designed for your tight little cunt, he fully slid right in with ease.

“Oh, fuck…” You breathed out, looking into his beautiful eyes through your fluttering eyelashes. “So deep…” Words came in soft whine. Soft, clingy hands supported you by touching his broad, hairy chest. Emmett smirked, a perverted gleam in his eye from watching you adjusting to his thick cock.

“You feel me in here, baby?” He whispered, voice thick and heavy with lust. One of his calloused hands moved from your hip to your lower belly, pressing into your soft flesh and creating an erotic pressure that you could only moan and nod to. You felt him so deeply, all over and inside you.

“You feel so fucking good around me… So tight and warm. I think this pussy was made to ride my cock.” His voice was low and rough, both hands moved to your hips again, ready to begin..

“Now, just go with the flow and get into a good rhythm baby… I’ll help…” He coached you with a sly grin that made your cunt clench around him. He was just so sexy, and he knew and reveled in it. “Just relax and enjoy the ride…”

After exhaling a needy breath, you started to swivel your hips a bit, riding him slowly. Emmett groaned, his eyes closed in utter pleasure. His hands stayed glued to your hips and guided the slow rhythm your rolling hips set. You both moaned. His hips moved a little under you, encouraging you more and more.

“Look at you cowgirl...” His voice was already a little breathy, his groan took over the last letters of the word “girl”. His cock throbbed inside you at the sight of your pretty tits moving under the Budweiser logo. He helped you out with that, pulling your cropped shirt off your body and hungrily taking in the view of your bare chest as you bounced on his dick.

You moaned more when the tip of his cock hit that deep spot, and the more you spent riding him and earning yourself the title of cowgirl, the more he entertained an idea.

After a minute or two, Emmett pulled you down, making you chest to chest with him and wrapping his toned arms around you. A searing, sloppy kiss entered your mouth while his hips pistoned from beneath. Your sweet tongue melted into his before he whispered against your lips.

“Now it’s time for you to relax and I'll do all the work baby…” His hoarse voice tickled your skin and he planted his feet on the mattress, gaining the support he needed to immediately pick up the pace and pound into you relentlessly from underneath. No thoughts registered properly in your brain from that point forward, it was all just a hot, wet pool of pleasure. A series of curses left your lips with no particular order and with no respect for anything.

“Oh-fuck… Oh my fucking god... Fuck!” You cried out into the skin of his neck, the sound of your voice mixing with his low groans and the slapping of skin.

“You fuckin like that?” He panted into your ear, his hips never stopping as you moaned non stop.

“Yes... Yes... Fuck, yes!” You cried out as his hands moved to spank your ass, hard. You almost screamed, the sting nearly sending you over the edge. It was so overwhelming, you didn’t fully realize just how close you were until that moment.

“Jesus… I think I'm gonna come…” You whimpered and his hand came down again hard on your ass, definitely leaving a red mark. Emmett held you so tight against his chest, holding you in place for his thick cock to slam into over and over.

“Come for me..” He looked right into your eyes with pure want in the blue of his irises. And as if on command… You did.

Eyes squeezed shut so tight you saw lights, a whiny moan was born from the depths of your chest and your sweet, slick cunt clenched around him tight. Your legs couldn't stop shaking and your orgasm took over every single sense. All your being was just a giant orgasm that still could feel him pumping hard into you.

“Holy fuck..” He breathed out in awe watching and feeling you succumb to all the pleasure.

“Good girl..” He whispered, praising you right before capturing your lips in a hot kiss. “I'm coming too..” Even in your state, you could tell. His thrust had gotten sloppier and his breathing was much heavier. He wasn't able to hold back much longer. Inside the transparent latex, you felt him pulse and fill the material with his warm cum. He groaned, his arms held you tight and kept you there until the last drop was out.

Panting like you had just ran a marathon and with hearts beating fast, you laid there chest to chest. You put your forehead against his in a sweet moment, in response, his hand rubbed your back slowly.

“Jesus… that was...” He whispered, still a little out of breath looking right into your eyes. You couldn't help but blush and put on a shy smile.

“...the best sex i’ve ever had…” You softly finished his sentence.

He pulled out slowly and sat up with you still pressed against his chest. His eyes studied your face for a minute before speaking. “I think you may be a real cowgirl after all…” There was that sly smirk once more, one that made you return the sentiment and lean in with him for one last soft kiss.

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twirlyleafs · 3 days ago

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“Priorities”

Carlos Sainz x Reader

Tw: nothing I think, some angst.

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It was late afternoon by the time Carlos had wrapped up his meetings, finally parking the car outside your shared apartment. Despite his tiredness he couldn’t help the small smile on his face, excited to finally come home and looking forward to unwind together with you. His mind was filled with thoughts of food, maybe you should cook together? Or order in from that little Italian place you loved so much? He thought of what to watch on tv, knowing at the same time that it didn’t matter much to him. Hed probably fall asleep with his head in your lap within a few minutes of you sinking down in the couch together. As he unlocked the door he call out a soft hello, expecting you to pop out from somewhere like you usually did and come greet him with a kiss. When you didn’t, the silence of the apartment made him almost uneasy. Carlos called out for you again, frowning when he didn’t get an answer. Confused he pulled his phone from his pocket, thinking he might’ve missed a message from you, but the only one was your short conversation from this morning. He hadn’t heard anything since he told you he was in a meeting and when he thought about it that was kind of wierd. Normally he’d come out of a meeting to at least one text from you, and probably a cute picture of something you’d seen or something you’d cooked. You liked to keep him updated and he loved getting updates. He frowned, pressing the button to call you. The frown only deepened when he was forced to listen to the singlas until it eventually went to voicemail. Maybe you were at the gym? Or in the store, or out with friends? You usually picked up when he called though. Sighing Carlos moved further into the apartment, sinking down in the couch with a deep breath. Lazily scrolling through his phone it took him a few minutes until his eyes stopped on a story posted by one of your friends. The scene was cozy, candle-lit table and a tightly squeezed group of people posing for the picture. Right in the center he saw you, eyes crinkling with laughter as you carefully cut up the cake placed infront of you. His heart skipped a beat and as his eyes moved to read the caption it sank all the way down into his stomach.

Happy birthday to the sweetest, kindest and most beautiful soul. Love you!

Your birthday. It’s your birthday today and he’d completely forgotten it. You’d reminded him, several times the past few weeks, and every time he’d promise that he would make it the best day ever. That you and him would spend it together, all day with full focus on you and not a single thought on anything else. He’d promised himself to leave work behind, even just for one day, to really be able to make it special for you and now here he stood imagining your face when you realized he hadn’t kept any of it. Carlos fingers flew over his screen, quickly trying to call you again. When you didn’t answer, he hadn’t expected you to, he typed out a message.

C: Carino I’m so sorry

C: Im sorry, please call me? Or let me come see you?

C: I can pick you up after your dinner and we can do something? Anything you like

C: I love you, I’m sorry

You didn’t respond at first and Carlos began pacing the apartment, the stress and guilt eating him up from inside. He was just about to call one of your friends when your message finally came.

Y: Im out with friends Carlos, it’s fine.

Y: Love you too

He stared at it, a lump in his throat. He hated that you said it was fine, he knows it’s not. He knows what he has done is not fine and he knows you are not feeling fine either. He can see you, surrounded by your friends but also being reminded that he completely fucked you over today. The words its fine didn’t feel right, he could practically feel the disappointment laced beneath them.

C: Please amor, let me make it up to you.

No reply. Carlos kept his phone by his side the whole evening, waiting and constantly checking the screen hoping to find you giving him another chance but the silence dragged on. As the hours ticked by he realized you weren’t letting him off the hook that easily, not that he thought you should, but the panic inside him grew. Today should’ve been about you, about showing you he was capable of putting work aside, proving that despite everything always being about racing you were his priority. He hated that you gave him so much of your time and energy and he just- forgot. When he finally heard the sound of a key in the door he scrambled to his feet and moved out into the hallway, just in time to see you step inside. Your eyes met for the briefest moment before you turned away, expression calm but guarded.

”Hey.” He started, voice soft and overflowing with regret. You offered a quiet greeting, still not meeting his gaze, and he continued. ”Im so so sorry. I forgot, and I know that such a dickmove and I can’t tell you how sorry I am. I have no excuse, I just-”

”It’s fine Carlos.” You nodded, hanging up your coat with slow and steady movements. Your tone of voice betrayed you and Carlos could heard the hurt you tried to hide. ”I know you’re busy. Its fine. I didn’t want to bother you.” The words slipping from your lips had his chest tightening.

”You’re never a bother baby.” His words came out almost as whispers, eyes pleading. ”I- I know I messed up, I should’ve been here. I promise I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He didn’t miss the way something flashed in your eyes, something hard and cold before your face softened. The sadness in your gaze when you watched him had him want to clutch his chest.

”You don’t have to promise anything Carlos.” The way you spoke was almost resigned. ”It’s fine. I just wish I didn’t feel like I’m something you have to work to fit into your schedule instead of something you actually want there.” The words stung, more than he had expected. Carlos wanted to reach for you, pull you close and tell you how important you were to him. That he’d give up everything else if you asked him to. But he didn’t, instead he just stood there looking into your eyes and realizing you didn’t want to talk to him right now. Carlos stayed still, watching you delicately make your way past him and he felt the weight of the promise that might’ve come a little too late this time.

That night, when Carlos eventually joined you in bed, he could feel the invisible wall between you. He caught himself glancing over, hoping you’d turn to him or shuffle closer like you’d usually do. He wanted nothing more than to have you curled up against his chest, but something in the air stopped him from reaching out. Instead he stared up at the ceiling, your earlier words replaying in his head. You felt like he didn’t want you, like you didn’t matter enough to him to make time for you in his schedule.

The days that followed didn’t seem to get any better. Carlos didn’t know how to approach the subject, didn’t know what to say, and you moved through the apartment like a ghost. You were always polite, always kind, but distant. When he asked if you wanted to join him for coffee or go for a run och a bike ride you’d shake your head while offering a soft smile, telling him you didn’t have time right now. When he tried to bring up the upcoming weekend, a weekend he knew was free for both you and him, and suggested that you’d plan a trip together you once again offered a sweet smile and told him you’d be up for whatever worked best for him. You stopped asking him for things, he noticed, and you never reached out first. When you kissed it was him who leaned in, when you ate together it was his suggestion. You didn’t remind him of plans, didn’t suggest movie nights, didn’t send him those funny little updates on your day when you were apart and he missed it. All of it. You didn’t even utter a word of complain when he was busy, you just let him go and never asked for even a moment of his time. Every time he noticed you step back something inside him twisted.

One evening, after Carlos had spent the day at the training center, he came home to find you sitting on the couch reading. You looked up at him when he entered, offered him a faint smile and a small hello, before turning back to your book. Usually, before all this, you’d be quick to ask him about his day, pull him down to cuddle with you and gently scratch the stress away from his scalp. But now it was as if you almost went out of your way not to talk to him. Carlos couldn’t stand it. It had only been a few days but the tension, the quiet ache of your absence was driving him mad. Taking a deep breath Carlos shuffled over, taking a seat on the coffee table infront of you. You shifted, glancing up at him, but didn’t speak.

”Can we talk?” His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. You hesitated, you hated that you did, before nodding slowly.

”Of course. What’s on your mind?” The way you answered, so calm and almost indifferent, made him have to swallow the lump in his throat. He took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully.

”It’s not about what’s on my mind, it’s about yours. I, well I can feel you pulling away and I get that it’s my fault, you know? I know it’s because of what happened but I- I don’t know how to fix it. ”

”Carlos,” you murmured, eyes trailing down to your fidgeting fingers. ”It’s fine. I told you, I don’t want to bother you. I know you’re busy, I know you don’t need more stress in your life.” The words hit him like a punch. A bother. He could tell you genuinely believed that, that you saw yourself like someone, something, that bothered him. After everything you’ve been through he’d somehow made you feel like an inconvenience in his life.

”Don’t say that.” His voice was strained as he leaned forward, elbows on knees. ”You’re not a bother. Never. I’m sorry I made you feel like that. I know forgetting your birthday was the dickmove of the century, I really fucked up-”

”It’s not about you forgetting my birthday Carlos.” You shook your head softly, interrupting him. ”Or, well it is but not just that. It’s that sometimes, more recently, it feels like there’s no room for me in your life. Like you’re not willing to make room. I’m here all the time and you come find me when it’s convenient.” Carlos flinched, words cutting through his heart like sharp blades. You were right, he knew you were, but he hadn’t been willing to admit it earlier. He barely was now. You’d always been so kind, so understanding and supportive of his career and his demanding schedule and your support meant the world to him. He hated that he hadn’t showed you that. He hated himself for taking it for granted.

”I know I haven’t been good at- well at balancing things.” As he spoke his voice was thick with regret. ”And I know it’s been a lot recently, but carinõ I never meant to make you feel like, like you’re on the outside. I see you as a part of my life, like the biggest part. You’re what’s important.” Your gaze stayed trained on your hands, expression softening but still guarded.

”That’s nice to hear.” Murmured words had him carefully reach out to wedge his hand between yours and for the first time in days you didn’t pull away. ”I get that you have a lot on your plate and I want to support you I just, I don’t know if I can keep pretending it doesn’t hurt.”

”You shouldn’t. Pretend, I mean.” Silence settled slowly as Carlos tried to gather his thoughts. He held your hand tightly, thumb swiping gently across your knuckles. He knew what he wanted to say, he wanted to throw promises at her and beg her to give him another chance, but he also knew that wouldn’t cut it. Carlos understood that whatever he said now wouldn’t matter until he actually showed you, showed up for you, and he silently promised himself he would. As a single drop hit the back of his hand his eyes quickly trailed back to your face, feeling his chest clench as he watched yet another tear slowly slip down your cheek. With a deep breath he squeezed your hand, leaning closer. ”Can I please hold you?” The question felt weird on his tongue, he’d never asked for permission to touch you before, but it seemed necessary in the situation. When you offered a small nod, sniffing quietly, Carlos didn’t hesitate. In a swift maneuver he was seated next to you in the couch, arms wrapped around your frame as you fell against him. He released a shaky breath when he felt your arms snake around his torso and he pulled you somehow even closer, nose pressed against the top of your head.

”I missed you.” Your voice was barely audible but Carlos could feel the words seep into his skin.

”I missed you too.” He spoke against your hair. ”And I know I will have to show you for you to believe me, but I really am sorry. You deserve a lot more than I’ve given you lately and I promise I’ll be better. I’ll make time, real time, for us. You’re the most important person in my life, you’re my person, and I’m not losing you.” Carlos eyes fluttered open as you slowly pulled away, looking up at him with a mixture of sadness and hope.

”I really hope you mean it.”

”I do.” You held his gaze in silence for what felt like forever until you finally nodded.

”Okay.”

The days went on after that and soon enough days turned into weeks, weeks into months. Carlos had really realized what he had been doing to you, how his neglect had chipped away at the foundation of what you had built together, and he’d been working on it. Really working on it. At first it was awkward, you both thought so. Carlos wasn’t used to scheduling his time around someone else, not in the way you needed or in the way he wanted to offer. He had to force himself to slow down, to prioritize moments with you. He learned to say no, to meeting, to interviews, to unnecessary events because he had realized what it cost him to always say yes. The reward for saying no though, was what really brought him happiness. Every time he chose you, every time he prioritized you over the demands that came with his career, he saw something in your eyes. Relief, hope, love. It hadn’t been easy though, not all of it. There were moments when he still caught you hesitating before asking for something, moment when he knew you were keeping yourself in check not to be a bother, and every time it broke his heart a little bit. One time you carefully suggested that the two of you could take a small trip, since both of you were off work for a few days, and he could tell you were bracing yourself for disappointment even as you asked the question. He knew you still kept a lot of your feelings to yourself, brushing off things that upset you, and that’s what hurt him the most. Knowing you were still healing from what he’d put you through. There were good moments too, the majority actually, that made both of you feel like you were moving in the right direction. Like when he surprised you with a packed picnic basket one morning when you thought he would be at work. Or that time he saw you smile, really smile, when you heard him turn down a late-night meeting just to stay in and watch your favorite show together. It was a slow process, earning back your trust, but he was determined to make it.

One evening you sat on the balcony together, the glow of the city and the sinking sun blending together in front of you. Carlos had you tucked closely to his side, fingers twisting a strand of your hair absentmindedly as both of you just seemed to enjoy your time together.

”You’re quiet tonight.” Your soft murmur had him gazing down at you, smiling softly when he saw your face already turned up. Carlos moved his free hand to brush a strand of hair from your cheek.

”I’m just thinking.”

”About what?” Carlos hesitated, unsure how to express what he was feeling. When you reached up to grab his hand, tilting your head in that way he always found so endearing, he spoke up again.

”About how lucky I am. That you’re still here, with me, you know? That you didn’t give up.”

Your expression softened if possible even more, fingers intertwining with his. ”I never wanted to give up Carlos, I never wanted us to end.” You assured him, brows softly knitting together. ”I just needed to know if you actually wanted me here.” Carlos chest tightened, reminders of those painful days when he didn’t know if he’d be able to fix what he caused flashing through his mind.

”I do. I did and I do. I’ll always want you, need you.” He paused to lean down and press his lips against your forehead for a moment, taking a deep breath in through his nose as he gathered his composure. “I’ll never stop trying to show you how much you belong in my life, how important you are to me. Because you are.” Carlos tensed for a second as you pulled away, holding his breath as you looked at him. When you finally moved again you slowly leaned up to kiss him, lips soft and warm against his, and Carlos felt himself relax again. As you pulled back he saw a glimmer of something in your eyes, something lighter, as if the weight you’d been carrying was slowly starting to lift.

”Thank you.” Once again your words came out soft, softer than he felt he deserved.

”For what?”

”For fighting for us. For wanting to make this work. You could’ve just given up and focused all your time on all your other stuff, but you’ve really tried.” Your words had him melt, the arm he had around your shoulders tightening slightly. ”I do really appreciate these past months Carlos, and I know it hasn’t been easy but it’s been good. Great. You’ve been great.”

”It hasn’t been easy.” He agreed slowly. ”But it has been worth it. Every time.” Carlos leaned in to press another gently kiss against your lips before continuing. ”I’ll always fight for us. For you.” He didn’t say anything else. Neither did you. You didn’t have to. You just sat there, tangled together in the quiet and felt the wave of security and gratitude wash over you. Things were going to be okay, both of you knew it. Maybe even better than okay.

#imagine #formula 1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 #formula one #f1 writing #f1 fic #carlos sainz #sainz #Sainz x Reader #Carlos Sainz imagine

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angelwishess · 3 days ago

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୨୧ The Little Mermaid; Floyra AU!!

Floyd takes the role of Ariel, and Kyra takes the role of Prince Eric!

Tagging: @taruruchi @scint1llat3 since you guys seemed interested!!:3 and @screamintoad @gimmeurmoneyagh for being the #1 Floyra supporters ever HEHE <3

Rambling under the cut ~

Notes:

All of the characters in this AU are over 20 !!!

I’ll try to seperate this in different parts according to major plot points n’ stuff teehee (cw: mentions of alcohol)

In this AU, merfolk have not been seen in over a hundered years. Kyra is a princess and heir to the throne of a flourishing kingdom by the sea, and one day decides to run away for a little bcs she was bored HAHAHA

She hitches a ride onboard a ship of pirates, their captain being Jamil. While they were celebrating their new “crewmate”, a loud crash was heard coming from the nets.

Caught in the nets was Floyd, who the pirates planned to sell to make a fortune. But, Kyra couldn’t let that happen. And so she freed him in the middle of the night and helped him get back into the sea. (He actually bit her while she was cutting the ropes, and it left a scar.)

All the while, a terrible storm was brewing, and it eventually sinked the ship— causing Kyra to fall overboard alongside the rest of the pirates.

Floyd saved her, swimming her back to safety on the shores of her kingdom. That she tried to run away from.

As a week passes, Floyd began to not show up to help Jade lure in customers for Azul more often. Choosing to instead swim up to the surface, and around the shores he last saw Kyra.

One day, there was a parade. But in the middle of it all he saw Kyra sitting there on a grand parade float, surrounded by beautiful flowers. And he realized he had to see her again.

He swam back down, going to find Azul hoping that he’d give him a potion that could turn him into a human, even just for a little bit. Although reluctant, Azul makes a deal with Floyd.

Azul would turn Floyd into a human for a month, but he takes his voice in return. But if Floyd doesn’t get a kiss by the end of the month, he’d turn back into a merman.

Azul wasn’t too worried, the contract was made just to ensure he wouldn’t spend too long up in the human world. But, he was sure Floyd would eventually get bored and return back to them.

..Right??

Once on land, Floyd made his way to the palace where he was sure to find Kyra.

He managed to get rather far into the palace, slipping in undetected. It was a good run, until the guards discovered him, and began to escort him out.

Of course, they were stopped by Kyra, who was curious as to what was happening. And after seeing him, she immediately ordered them to release him.

Not having much of a choice, the guards let him go and Floyd pretty much runs to Kyra. 😭

Kyra, however, does not remember Floyd. She does not remember much of the day of the shipwreck other than tiny bits and pieces. But if its one thing for sure, she could never forget his eyes. One look into them, and Kyra knew there was something special about him.

Ever since this day, the two became inseperable. Much to everyone else’s dismay.

Floyd was nicknamed as the princess’ “jester”, as he didn’t do anything around the palace other than follow Kyra around and make her laugh 😭, but he still was allowed to do anything and everything he wanted to without any concequence, as Kyra would always be quick to make an excuse for him.

Kyra did teach Floyd sign language, but Kyra developed a strange skill to know exactly what Floyd was trying to say even without it. Talking with facial expressions to the max fr 😭

Ever since meeting, Floyd would get Kyra to sneak out of the palace more often. And the two had the most exhilerating of escapades. In less than a month, they had made a wonderful array of unforgetable memories. The most fun they’ve ever had!

While they were out, Kyra and Floyd ran into Jamil, who had also survived the shipwreck. Despite not remembering much, Kyra does, in fact, remember Jamil trying to kill her at some point.

So!! She immediately turns around and makes a run for it, dragging Floyd with her.

Jamil notices them, though. And while he doesnt exactly try to chase them, he does recognize them. Especially Floyd.

Meanwhile, with Azul, Jade and Elena… They have come to the realization that Floyd was probably not coming back anytime soon.

With only three days left, they had to come up with something to get him back. So, they send up Elena to the surface to try and get Floyd back.

While Floyd was happy to see his dear sister, he stubbornly refused to go back with her. Leaving Elena to wander around the kingdom, trying to find what Floyd seems to like so much about the human world.

Wandering into a bar called the “Mermaid’s Tail”, she sits at the counter beside an obviously intoxicated man.

She was about to leave, until she heard him grumble something that caught her attention.

“..If it wasn’t for that stupid sea beast, and that girl…”

Realizing Jamil must know something, Elena began to buy him drinks to get him to talk. Dragging out infromation and more from him, taking advantage of his intoxicated state.

“I see… Well, I just happen to know someone who can help you. Come by the shore near the cliffs, tomorrow at noon.”

Well, he had nothing much to lose anymore. So Jamil ended up waiting by the shore just as she said.

Suddenly, a tall figure emerged from the water. A teal skinned eelmer, that looked strikingly similar to the one that was caught in the nets of his ship that fateful day.

He found himself being led by the mer to a cavern near the cliffs, there he saw two others. A larger octopusmer, and a mermaid that looked eerily similar to the lady he met at the bar… Wait a minute.

Azul began to speak, trying to strike a deal with Jamil. Stating that they both wanted something, and they could help eachother.

If he married the princess, he would become royalty. And Azul could help him do just that. In return, Jamil would bring back Floyd to them.

(This is actually a ref to the fact Kyra was originally shipped with Jamil … Yeah I can’t believe this is how I admit this on this blog 😭😭)

Jamil eventually does agree to the deal. And Azul gives him a necklace that allows him to hypnotize whoever he pleases. (Basically just Snake Whisper in jewelry form LMAOO)

With two days left before the month ends, neither Floyd nor Kyra knew what was about to happen.

Jamil successfully got into the palace, hypnotizing Kyra into marrying him.

Aand this is the part where ive gotten stuck LMAO. Im not sure what happens next, but Floyd does manage to snap Kyra out of it, and Azul, Jade and Elena do accept that he has the right to make his own decisions and do their best to respect it.

Jamil and Elena … Something’s probably happening with them after everything actually HAHAH

Kyra and Floyd do get engaged!! They run away together, travelling the world together and seeing everything there is to see. And spreading their chaos everywhere they go. And so !! Even more silly fantasy shennanigans HEHEHE

HEHEHE OKAY I THINK THATS IT !! YAP SESH OVER 🤭

#🎀🕊️! kyra #🎀🦈! floyra #TLM!Floyra #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst wonderland #disney twst #oc x canon #twst au #chat this counts as a fairytale AU right #giggles and kicks feet

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kathlare · 3 days ago

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drunk calls

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando Norris takes a break from the intense F1 season, heading to Cannes for some downtime with friends. Though he's surrounded by the beauty of the French Riviera, his mind can't help but wander to Amelie, who’s busy filming in the US. After a day of unwinding, Lando, in a slightly tipsy state, calls Amelie and ends up pouring his heart out to her.

Wordcount: 1.3 k

Warnings: fluff, smau

July 22nd, 2024 - Cannes, France

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f1wagwatch: Lando Norris was spotted living it up in Cannes 🥂🌴 alongside his usual crew, Max Fewtrell and Pietra Pilao, just days after his solid performance at the Hungarian GP. 👏 However, one familiar face was notably absent—sources confirm Amelie is back in the US filming her latest project. 🎥💔 Are we sensing a boys’ trip or just some downtime without the WAG vibes?

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f1fanatic99: Boys' trip? Nah, it's giving "Amelie gonna kill him when she sees this." 😭💀 → speedyqueen_7: @f1fanatic99 The way he's smiling like he’s free for a second…

drszone4life: Pietra and Max being the mom and dad of the trip again, I see. 😂

landogossip: No Amelie? Interesting. Let the speculation begin. 👀 → gridgirl_xoxo: @landogossip Bro, she’s literally WORKING. Let her breathe. 🙄

lapqueen44: Cannes with the boys, huh? Bet he's FaceTiming her every hour. 🤣 → fastandflirty: @lapqueen44 Lando? Obsessive boyfriend era. 100%.

f1trash_420: Lando partying without Amelie is like Max without Red Bull—just feels off. 😭

ameliesarmy: Lando, you better be on your best behavior. We’re watching. 👀

drshadeslover: Someone check his phone—how many "I miss you" texts he’s sent already? 💀 → f1memehub: @drshadeslover Probably texting Amelie mid-party like, "Wish you were here 🥺."

chequeredcutie: If Lando doesn’t behave, Amelie’s gonna write another breakup anthem. 👏

orangearmy69: “Boys’ trip” aka Lando causing trouble while Max plays babysitter. 🤡 → paddocktalks: @orangearmy69 Poor Pietra, third-wheeling their bromance again. 😂

ameliefansonly: If I see ONE suspicious photo from this trip, it's OVER for him. 👀

f1lurkersonly: Someone call Amelie, her man’s unsupervised. 🚨

teamdayman: He should be flying to the US to support Amelie, not vibing in Cannes. 🤔 → norrisfanatic: @teamdayman Let the man breathe; not everything has to be about her.

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Lando woke up in Cannes to the soft lull of waves crashing against the shore, but the soreness in his muscles from the Hungarian Grand Prix reminded him of the intense weekend he’d just endured. He groaned, running a hand through his messy hair, and rolled over to check his phone. A text from Max Fewtrell blinked on his screen.

Max Fewtrell: Beach day, mate. No excuses. Let’s go. We’re meeting Pietra at the club.

He stared at the message for a moment before groaning again and typing back.

Lando Norris: Fine. But I’m not getting drunk.

By midday, the trio had staked their claim on a prime spot at a beach club, with white sand under their feet and a waiter never too far away. Max and Pietra were already sipping on cocktails, laughing about some inside joke, while Lando leaned back in his lounger, sunglasses on, trying to relax.

—You look like you’re in a mood,— Max teased, nudging him with his foot.

—I’m fine,— Lando muttered, taking a sip of the beer Max had practically forced into his hand.

—Sure, you are,— Pietra chimed in, smirking. —Loosen up, Lando. You’re in Cannes, not a press conference.—

After a couple of rounds, Lando started to unwind. The alcohol was working its magic, and soon enough, he was laughing along with Max and Pietra, his earlier tension melting away. The sun dipped lower in the sky, painting everything in hues of gold and pink.

As the hours passed, Lando found himself at the bar, another drink in hand. He wasn’t smashed—yet—but the buzz was strong enough to blur the edges of his usual self-control. A group of girls nearby noticed him, giggling and whispering among themselves before one mustered up the courage to approach.

—Hi,— she said, twirling a strand of her hair. —You’re Lando Norris, right?—

—Uh, yeah,— he replied, offering a polite smile but immediately feeling the shift in the air.

—I just wanted to say, I’m such a big fan. Can I get you a drink?—

Lando hesitated, glancing back at Max and Pietra, who were watching the interaction with amused expressions. —Appreciate it, but I’m good,— he said firmly, raising his glass.

—Oh, come on,— she purred, stepping closer. —Just one drink? You deserve to celebrate.—

—Yeah, I’m... I’m all good, thanks,— he said, taking a step back. —Have a good night, though.—

He walked back to Max and Pietra, shaking his head. —Why does this always happen?—

—Because you’re famous and hot,— Pietra said matter-of-factly, earning a laugh from Max.

—Still taken,— Lando muttered, finishing his drink and standing up. —Think I’m done for the night.—

Max and Pietra exchanged glances, knowing exactly where this was headed.

Back in his room, the buzz had turned into a full-blown drunken haze. Lando flopped onto the bed, fumbling for his phone. His thoughts, clouded by alcohol, zeroed in on one person: Amelie. He wanted to hear her voice, to tell her how much he missed her.

He unlocked his phone and dialed her number, his finger slipping on the screen a couple of times before he managed to hit “call.”

Amelie was sitting in her trailer, scrolling through her script when her phone lit up. Seeing Lando’s name, she smiled but immediately guessed what was happening. She answered on the second ring.

—Lando?—

—Ames!— he said, his voice louder than usual. —Miss you, babe. Like... so much.—

She bit back a laugh, already amused. —You sound drunk. Are you drunk?—

—No,— he said, dragging out the word. —Okay, maybe. But like, just a little. Barely. I swear.—

—Mmhmm,— she said, grinning. —How was the beach club?—

—Boring. Max and Pietra are boring. Everyone’s boring. Except you.—

Her laughter bubbled through the phone. —Oh, I see. So now I’m the life of the party?—

—You are, Ames,— he said, his voice softer now. —Like, you’re my whole... my whole everything, you know that?—

—Lando,— she said, her tone teasing but affectionate. —You’re so far gone right now.—

—No, no, no,— he insisted, sitting up clumsily on the bed. —I mean it. I love you. Like, love you love you. You’re so... ugh, I can’t even think of a word. Perfect. That’s it. You’re perfect.—

Amelie’s cheeks flushed, her heart doing a little flip at his words. —You’re very sweet when you’re drunk, you know that?—

—I’m sweet all the time,— he countered, his voice defensive. —But like, I’m extra sweet right now because I miss you so much. It’s not fair, Ames. Why are you so far away?—

—I’m working, Lando. You know that,— she said, though her voice was tinged with amusement. —But we’re seeing each other soon, remember?—

—Not soon enough,— he grumbled. —I want you here now. Or I want to be there. Either way, I want you.—

There was a pause, and then his tone shifted, lower, softer. —You have no idea how much I want you right now.—

Amelie’s eyebrows shot up, but she couldn’t help laughing. —Oh, do you now?—

—Yes,— he said, unabashed. —Like... you don’t even understand, Ames. You’re so fucking beautiful. Like, the most beautiful person ever. And I’m not just saying that because I’m drunk. I’d say it sober, too. Probably better sober. But like, it’s true.—

She bit her lip, trying to keep her composure. —Lando, you’re really laying it on thick tonight, huh?—

—Because it’s true!— he said, almost whining. —And I want to... ugh, I can’t even say it. You’re too far away, and it’s torture. I’m tortured, Ames.—

—You’re dramatic,— she said, laughing softly. —But also very cute. Go to sleep, Lando. You need it.—

—Not until you say you love me,— he said stubbornly.

—I love you,— she said, her voice warm. —Now, get some rest. You’re going to hate yourself for this tomorrow.—

—Don’t care,— he mumbled. —Love you, too. Like, so much. Goodnight, Ames.—

—Goodnight, Lando,— she said, smiling as she hung up, shaking her head at his antics.

The next morning, Lando woke up with a pounding headache and a vague memory of pouring his heart out over the phone. His cheeks burned as he unlocked his phone to find a single text from Amelie.

Ames💛: You’re adorable when you’re drunk. But wow, Lando. Just... wow.

He groaned, burying his face in the pillow. —I’m never drinking again.—

#f1 fluff #lando norris #lando norris fluff #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #lando norris fanfic #lando x reader #f1 #f1 smau #formula 1 #lando #lando x you #formula 1 fanfic #f1 fic #formula one #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x singer!#sabrina carpenter

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motherismotheringggg · 20 hours ago

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slow burn — pt. 3 (the finale)

summary: the third and final part of the camp counselor threesome between the reader, Cooper and Nicholas where the finally decide to cross into the most intimate pique of this relationship - read pts one and two if you haven't

tags/warnings: 18+, oral (m! + f! receiving), raw sex (wrap it up tho fr), swallowing, creampie, vouyerism, praise, being used (not sure i’m phrasing that right), pleasure dom!

authors’s note: i’m almost sad im wrapping this up but im happy to FINALLY give yall part three. again so sorry it took so long, if only i could just sit around all day and write fics, life could be a dream 😭 also this made me realize i have a praise kink so there’s that but anyway please enjoy <3

word count: 6111

tag list: @darlingnikkisixx , @lol-sweetdoll , @kiwisaremediocre

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The knocking at your cabin door quickened, and you could hear muffled laughter from your “friends”. A rush of nervous excitement buzzed through you as you crossed the room and opened the door.

There they were—flowers in hand, looking pleased with themselves.

A surprised laugh escaped you. “Well, this is … a surprise,” you said, stepping aside to let them in.

Nicholas entered first, handing you the flowers and pulling you close. “We had to make sure our girl felt special,” he murmured, his voice low, eyes soft with boyish innocence. He kissed your forehead, a flutter racing through your chest. Cooper followed, setting the takeout down with a grin.

“Nick picked the flowers, I wrote the card,” Cooper said, hugging you tight, grounding you with his warmth.

“You look beautiful,” he added, meeting your gaze with gentle warmth and a sparkle in his eyes.

As Cooper stepped out to grab his charger, Nicholas settled into the armchair, his broad frame filling the seat, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his shorts stretched over his muscular legs, a flush warming your skin.

Breathing in the flowers, you smiled as Nicholas’s boyish grin met yours. He crossed the room, his thumb grazing your cheek while his hand resting on your hip, pulling you closer. “Glad you like them,” he murmured, a rare softness in his voice that only made him more irresistible.

Before you could respond, his lips met yours, slow and deliberate, sending a shiver down your spine. His hands framed your face, grounding you as each kiss deepened, pulling you further into the moment.

Nicholas hovered just above your lips, smirking as he knew he had you wrapped around his fingers. “I’m gonna shower, baby girl. Try not to miss me too much.” His confident, boyish tone drove you wild.

Your cheeks flushed, your body reacting instinctively to the promise in his voice. You smirked and teased him with a small push toward the bathroom. Just then, Cooper returned, unaware of the tension in the room.

“Nicholas, I grabbed your charger, but I can’t find mine,” Cooper said, closing the door behind him. You moved to the vanity to arrange the flowers, tuning out their banter as Nicholas joked about being the "daddy of the group” because he’s always taking care of everyone. He slowly approached Cooper, closing the distance with quiet confidence.

Nicholas’s hand found Cooper’s neck, his fingers slipping beneath his curls in a firm yet gentle hold. His dark gaze lingered on Cooper, and before you could fully process what was happening, their lips met in a kiss that was magnetic—unhurried, deep, and consuming. Cooper responded just as intensely, their bodies fitting naturally together. The room seemed to fade around them, leaving only the two of them locked in this fiery connection.

A thrill shot through you as you watched, captivated by the rawness between them. Nicholas stroked the side of Cooper’s neck, the subtle contact making your pulse quicken. You couldn’t look away, eyes glued to every movement. Nicholas moved between you and Cooper with effortless confidence, his attraction to both of you apparent as he shifted his focus without hesitation, knowing the spell he cast.

Nicholas noticed, his smirk widening. “See something you like, sweetheart?” His voice was low, teasing, eyes gleaming with mischief. Cooper’s gaze stayed fixed on him, softer yet eager for more.

You laughed nervously, trying to mask the warmth flooding through you. “Go shower,” you said, your voice light but with an edge of desire.

Nicholas winked, pleased, and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you and Cooper in thick silence. A moment later, Cooper’s gentle voice broke it. “Come here,” he murmured, hand reaching out, eyes softening as he looked at you.

You crossed the room, heart racing as Cooper pulled you into a hug, his head resting against your chest. “I can feel your heart racing, you know,” he whispered, voice low and teasing. You brushed his jaw, laughing nervously. “Just… excited. After seeing that, I’m just…excited.”

Cooper chuckled, his cheeks flushing. “Watching you two was… so fucking hot,” you murmured, voice trailing off. The heat of the moment lingered between you, thick with anticipation.

Cooper softened, taking your hand in his, his thumb tracing circles over your knuckles. “I’m excited too,” he said, voice quiet but sincere, “but more than that, I want you to feel safe and cherished. This is about you, every step of the way.” His eyes searched yours. “If you ever need a break, just say the word. Tonight is about making you feel adored, taking it slow, and making sure you’re completely comfortable. We’re here for you, no pressure, no questions.”

He kissed your fingers gently, eyes never leaving yours. “You matter the most to us.”

Cooper’s fingers lingered on your hand, his grip careful yet strong, radiating a deep sense of protection. “You’re safe with us…with me,” he murmured, eyes crinkling in a soft smile. “We’ll go at your pace, whatever that may be.”

He cupped your cheek gently, pulling you in for a kiss that was both grounding and passionate. His touch was steady, savoring every second of connection between you. Without breaking the kiss, he guided you onto his lap, his hands settling on your waist as if memorizing every inch of you.

The kiss deepened slowly, each movement deliberate and filled with intensity. His hands slipped beneath your shirt, grazing your skin, sending sparks through you. You felt absorbed in him, your bodies perfectly attuned, moving together with a rhythm that felt both natural and thrilling.

Meanwhile, Nicholas stepped out of the shower, towel around his waist, taking a moment to steady himself. Tonight was different—it was about crossing a threshold, a weighty but thrilling step. He grabbed his phone, scrolling through, his gaze lingering on the nudes you and Cooper sent him. He couldn’t help but admire the way you looked, how Cooper’s gaze was almost smoldering.

Nicholas felt a rush of heat as he stared at the images on his phone, arousal building in him as memories of the night ahead filled his mind. His hand instinctively moved over his towel, the fantasies intensifying with each thought of the night to come. He imagined the sounds of Cooper’s breath, the warmth of his skin, and the way you would arch your back, trusting him fully as the three of you became tangled together.

His grip tightened, urgency building as he pictured the three of you in sync, vulnerable yet perfectly aligned. Each breath came out ragged, the fantasy driving him closer to the edge until he finally gave in to the intensity, a soft groan escaping his lips as he reached release. He exhaled shakily, satisfied but still buzzing with anticipation as he prepared to join you and Cooper.

Meanwhile, you and Cooper shared soft kisses, your hands tracing over each other’s skin. Smiling, you sat up and teased, “I have a little surprise for both of you!” Cooper raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?” he asked, a playful smirk on his lips as he leaned back, eager to see what you had in mind.

You flashed Cooper a playful smile, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips before slipping away, teasing him with a glint in your eye. As you headed toward the walk-in closet, you glanced back, catching his gaze.

Just as you entered the closet, Nicholas emerged from the bathroom, steam swirling around him, his skin still glistening. He wore only a pair of grey Nike shorts, the fabric clinging to his body, revealing his toned frame. With a playful brow arched, he slid a hand around your waist, pulling you closer, his voice low and teasing. “And where do you think you're going?” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin.

But instead of staying, you stepped back, letting his hand slip away with a mischievous smile. The playful distance between you made him ache with frustration and desire, a flicker of longing in his eyes. You knew the game, and it drove him wild.

As you slipped into the closet, Nicholas and Cooper exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes filled with arousal and intrigue. Nicholas chuckled softly before joining Cooper on the bed. He casually placed his hand on Cooper's thigh, massaging it in slow, intimate circles, sending an undeniable shiver through him. Their tension simmered as they waited for you to return.

When you emerged, the room fell silent. All eyes locked onto you as you stood in black lingerie, its sheer fabric tracing every curve of your body. The lace delicately framed your figure, the plunging neckline highlighting your chest, and the high-cut sides accentuating the soft lines of your hips. You exuded power, sensuality, and confidence—impossible to look away from.

Nicholas’s lips parted slightly, his eyes wide as they roamed over you, completely mesmerized. Cooper visibly swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing as he took in the sight of you. They didn’t just look at you—they worshipped you with their gaze, each movement you made pulling them deeper into your spell.

You stopped at the foot of the bed, standing tall, a playful smirk tugging at your lips as they drank you in. The silence in the room was thick, heavy with lust and unspoken desire, the air crackling with anticipation.

The tension was palpable as you crawled onto the bed, your movements deliberate and graceful, keeping their eyes locked on you. Kneeling in front of them, you exuded confidence, your posture and expression daring them to act but making it clear who was in control tonight.

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Without hesitation, you reached for Cooper’s hand, guiding it to your waist. His touch was immediate, and firm, as his fingers kneaded the soft lace. He didn’t waste any time, rising to his knees, his free hand sliding up to your neck to pull you closer. His lips found the sensitive skin below your ear, brushing lightly at first, teasing you with soft, barely-there kisses.

But soon, the teasing stopped. His kisses turned to open-mouthed presses against your skin, his teeth grazing just enough to make sparks race down your spine. His grip on your waist tightened as he grew bolder, his mouth working against your neck with a ferocity that made you gasp.

“Cooper,” you moaned out breathlessly, the sound of his name only urging him on. His kisses became more demanding, his tongue tracing fiery lines along your throat before sucking hard enough to leave marks that would last for days.

While his lips worked your neck, you turned your attention to Nicholas. His gaze was locked on you, his breathing shallow, pupils dilated with desire. You took his hands in yours, raising one to your mouth. Your eyes never left his as you slowly parted your lips and slid two of his fingers into your mouth, wrapping your tongue around them in a slow, deliberate motion that had him trembling.

“Fuck,” Nicholas muttered under his breath, his body rigid with restraint as he watched you, his hand gripping the sheets in a tight fist.

Cooper’s kisses slowed, becoming softer, more deliberate as he realized what was happening beside him. He pulled back just enough to glance down at the scene, his warm breath fanning over your damp skin as his eyes followed the sight of Nicholas’s fingers slipping between your lips. A low, throaty chuckle rumbled from him, and he pressed another teasing kiss below your jaw before whispering in your ear, “Fuck… we both want you so bad, Y/N.” His voice was thick with desire, each word dripping with need.

Nicholas, whose breath had quickened as he watched you, let out a rough, unsteady laugh. His voice was low and gravelly, a mix of lust and affection that made your heart race. "Tell us what you want, baby," he urged, his fingers flexing slightly against your tongue. The pressure was subtle but deliberate as if he couldn’t help but test the sensation, his control fraying with every passing second.

Your eyes locked with his, holding his smoldering gaze as you drew his fingers deeper, your tongue tracing over them slowly, deliberately. Nicholas’s lips parted involuntarily, his breath hitching as he watched, his chest rising and falling unevenly. A soft hum escaped your throat, vibrating against his fingers, and the sound sent a jolt straight through him. You gave him a teasing smile around his fingers before letting them slide free, your lips leaving a faint sheen on his skin.

You allowed the teasing smile to linger before turning slightly, your focus shifting toward Cooper. He seemed to read the cue, moving with purpose as he brushed his lips against yours in a fleeting, heated kiss before trailing them down your jaw and neck. His hands, warm and confident, slid down your sides, the touch sending a shiver of anticipation through you. With a fluid motion, he settled behind you, his chest pressing softly against your back.

The sensation of his warmth against you sent another shiver down your spine as his lips found the curve of your neck, kissing and gently biting at your skin. Cooper’s hands slid over the straps of your lingerie, tugging them down over your shoulders with a maddening tenderness. His fingers brushed against your skin, and as they found your breasts, he cupped them firmly, his thumbs circling over your sensitive peaks in teasing rhythmic motions.

Your breath hitched as you leaned into Cooper’s touch, but the movement caught Nicholas’s attention. Not wanting to be left out, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a deep, searing kiss. His hands framed your face, his intensity drawing you further into him, while Cooper continued his gentle ministrations behind you. You were perfectly sandwiched between them, every touch and kiss pulling you deeper into the heat of the moment.

The heat between the three of you was overwhelming, leaving you drunk on the electricity coursing through your body. Nicholas’s presence, commanding as always, guided the moment with effortless authority. His hand reached for Cooper’s, guiding it between your legs. His fingers, firm yet deliberate, directed Cooper’s touch, and the effect was immediate. Cooper’s hand began to move, his touch gentle at first, then quickly becoming more confident as he massaged you with a maddening rhythm.

Your body faltered under the intensity of their attention, the force of it threatening to unravel you completely. The only thing keeping you upright was the strength of their bodies surrounding yours. Cooper’s chest pressed solidly against your back, comforting and steady, while Nicholas remained close in front, his smoldering gaze locked onto every flutter of your expression.

Your trembling hands sought stability, finding their way to Nicholas’s chest. You traced over the hard ridges of his muscles, savoring the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. A spark of mischief flickered through you as your hands lingered, finding his nipples and teasing them with the faintest brush of your thumbs. His reaction was immediate. A sharp inhale escaped his lips, his brows furrowing as his eyes darkened further with desire.

“Fuck,” he growled, his voice deep and rumbling through your core. “Make me feel good, baby.”

Without hesitation, you leaned forward, capturing his nipple in your mouth. Your tongue flicked over the sensitive bud before your teeth grazed it, biting down just enough to make him groan low in his throat. His head fell back, a visible shiver running through him as he surrendered to the sensation. The tension in his body melted into an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain, each breath more labored than the last.

Spurred by your boldness, Nicholas leaned into you, one hand cupping the back of your head while the other steadied himself on Cooper’s thigh. The rawness of the moment overwhelmed him, and before you knew it, he turned to Cooper. Their lips met in a fervent kiss, both unexpected and entirely consuming.

Cooper responded instantly, his mouth parting to let Nicholas’s tongue claim his own. There was no battle for dominance—Cooper gave himself over completely, letting Nicholas guide him. The kiss was intense, messy, and utterly magnetic, their breaths mingling as they moved against each other. The weight of their connection pressed into your back, their passion amplifying your own as Cooper’s fingers worked you closer and closer to the edge.

Each movement, each touch, and each shared breath wove the three of you tighter together, creating a tapestry of lust, affection, and surrender. The room was filled with soft groans, whispered names, and the sound of desire echoing in the heavy air. Time seemed to stretch, and you let yourself be consumed, fully immersed in the bliss of the moment.

As the tension between you and the two men deepened, the atmosphere felt electrified, charged with the energy between you. The pleasure coursing through your veins made it difficult to focus on anything other than the magnetic chemistry between the three of you.

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Nicholas, always in control, caught your gaze with a look that spoke volumes. Without a word, he gently guided you back onto the bed, positioning you at the edge. Your legs hung over the side as he silently commanded you to spread them wide. You obeyed, your breath quickening as Cooper moved behind you, his large hands steadying you at your waist. His fingers skimmed your body, pressing soft, lingering kisses along your neck, his lips whispering praises that sent shivers down your spine.

“You look so beautiful” Cooper murmured, his voice deep with admiration as his hands traced the curve of your breast. His thumb circled your nipple lightly, sending waves of sensation across your skin. You craned your neck back, offering him a deep, passionate kiss, allowing the moment to consume you entirely.

Meanwhile, Nicholas positioned himself on his knees between your legs, his eyes locked with yours as his warm breath fanned across your inner thighs. You felt the heat of his gaze before you felt the first soft touch of his lips against your most sensitive skin. The instant contact sent a rush of warmth through you, your back arching as you instinctively leaned into the sensation.

Cooper continued to hold you, his hands roaming over your body, caressing your breasts, and sending little shocks of pleasure through you as he kissed your neck. The combination of his tender touch and Nicholas’s relentless attention was nearly overwhelming, each kiss and caress driving you closer to the edge. Cooper’s voice was low, full of adoration as he whispered sweet, filthy praises into your ear. "You’re perfect" he breathed, his lips brushing against your skin as his hands continued their gentle assault on your chest.

Cooper’s praises flowed like a steady stream, his voice low and filled with lust as he continued to shower you with admiration. "I bet you taste so fucking sweet for him," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, his hands never ceasing their movements as they caressed your breasts. You could barely speak between all the sensations, you gave him pleading eyes as you nodded.

He glanced down at Nicholas, who was still buried between your legs, his focus unwavering. "You hear that, Nick?" Cooper said, voice hushed but dripping with desire. "She’s perfect." Nicholas didn’t pull away, his mouth never straying from your womanhood as he hummed in agreement, the vibration sending a fresh wave of pleasure through you. Cooper chuckled softly at the sound, the heat between them only intensifying.

"Every time you moan like that, it makes us want you more," he continued, his voice thick with desire. "Makes us want to give you everything." He kissed your neck deeply, his lips working their way down as he added, "We’re gonna make you feel so fucking good, Y/N.” “I can’t wait to feel those tight walls wrapped around my cock baby." His words were enough to push you even closer to the edge, and you found yourself panting, desperate for more.

Nicholas’s movements grew more confident as he delved deeper into you, his tongue working with expert precision, making you gasp with each soft flick and teasing stroke. Lapping at all of your juices and responding everytime your body reacted. One of your hands gripped the bed sheets while the other found itself tangling in Cooper’s hair, gripping him as the pleasure began to build, a pressure inside you slowly unraveling.

As you teetered on the edge of release, your body swelled with the need to feel both of them—completely and undeniably. Cooper’s touch was a constant, firm presence, his hands gripping you as his lips whispered more praises into your ear. "You’re so fucking perfect, baby," he murmured as his fingers worked their magic, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. Nicholas never slowed, his tongue still dancing between your legs as his hands held your hips steady, guiding your movements as you writhed under them. Your moans echoed in the room, bouncing off the walls as the pressure built, the sensation too much, yet everything you needed.

Finally, you came undone, a cry leaving your lips as your body trembled, your legs buckling with pleasure. Nicholas kept you grounded, anchoring you to the bed, his mouth never leaving you as he worked you through the peak of your climax. When the tremors slowed, you were breathless, completely spent, yet desperate for more.

As you caught your breath, you let your body melt back into Cooper’s chest, feeling the weight of his presence as your skin hummed with the aftershocks of your release. Nicholas’s lips were there, moving gently up your body as he kissed his way to your mouth, his fingers grazing your skin as his lips parted slightly in a teasing grin. “Are you still with us, gorgeous?” he murmured, his thumb caressing your cheek tenderly, a spark of mischief still in his eyes.

You barely managed to nod, your breath still shaky as you gasped out a soft, breathy “Yes.” Nicholas rewarded you with a quick tap to your cheek before he pulled you into a deep, fervent kiss, one that had you melting further into him. As his lips left yours, Cooper shifted slightly behind you, guiding you up with ease as Nicholas pulled you to your feet, his hands roaming as he helped strip the rest of your lingerie off, leaving you exposed, your body bare and vulnerable to both of them.

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The tension in the room was electric, charged with anticipation as the air thickened around you. Nicholas moved swiftly, guiding you back toward the bed with a gentle but firm hand at your waist. He laid you flat on your back, your body supported by your elbows as you propped yourself up, your chest heaving with excitement. Cooper knelt in front of you, his hands gripping your hips with a possessive, gentle pressure as he positioned himself between your legs.

Nicholas settled behind you, his presence unmistakable as his eyes flickered between you and Cooper, taking in the scene with a fiery intensity. His voice came out low, filled with both command and admiration. “Cooper,” he murmured, his words carrying a weight that sent a shiver through you, “show her how good she makes you feel. She deserves every inch of you.”

Cooper’s hands tightened around your hips, pulling you toward him with a sense of urgency that made your breath catch. He slid into you slowly, the stretch of him causing you to gasp as your body adjusted to his size. The feeling of him filling you was overwhelming, each inch of him sinking deeper, the intensity of his presence making your legs tremble.

His pace was slow at first, savoring the moment, but as the rhythm built, he shifted into a deeper, more deliberate motion, each thrust pushing deeper and deeper into you. It felt as though he was penetrating your very core with every stroke, and the pleasure intensified with each passing second. You could feel his control slipping away as the two of you moved in perfect sync, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being together.

Nicholas, ever the coach, didn’t let up on the encouragement. His hands were gentle as they caressed your face, his voice was full of fire. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on Cooper’s every movement. “Look at how good you’re making her feel. She’s all yours, Coop, but she’s so fucking beautiful like this.” His words were like a spark to the fire building within you, the praise making you feel even more connected to both of them.

As Cooper found his rhythm, his thrusts deepening, Nicholas leaned forward slightly, speaking directly to you. “You look amazing,” he said, his voice gravelly. “You’re taking him so well. I can’t wait to see you both finish, baby.”

The combination of Cooper’s steady thrusts and Nicholas’s relentless praise created a perfect storm of sensation, your body helplessly caught between the two of them. With each movement, you felt yourself falling further under their control, but you never wanted to leave. The rhythm, the desire, the connection—it was all-consuming.

Cooper’s motions got faster as he helped you reach your pique. He grunted and moaned, “Fuck…y/n…you feel so good”, “You’re so fucking tight baby”, “I want you to make me cum”. Just then, he crashed into you, kissing you deeply as he continued to rock his hips into you.

Nicholas ran his hands through Cooper’s dark tresses as he tugged a little and said “Good boy Cooper, make her feel special.” He pulled him up from the kiss with you to give him one of his own. Cooper kept a steady pace in you as he and Nicholas kissed. Nicholas’s hands messaging and pinching at your nipples, drawing you further along.

They moaned into each other’s mouths and the sight of their connection ignited something even deeper within you, amplifying the intensity of everything you were already feeling. Cooper’s steady rhythm kept you grounded while Nicholas’s hands teased and explored, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through you. The way they moved together—perfectly in sync—was mesmerizing as if their focus on each other somehow enhanced the attention they lavished on you.

Nicholas broke the kiss first, his lips still lingering near Cooper’s as he whispered something you couldn’t quite catch, though the teasing smirk on his face sent a shiver down your spine. His attention turned back to you, his eyes burning with intent as his hands moved lower, brushing over your thighs in a way that made you gasp. His fingers found their way to your clit, wherein the instant he touched you, your body pulsed and thrashed, unable to restrain from the waves of pleasure. Nicholas coaxed it out of you with more affirmations, he loved seeing you like this. Completely untethered to restraint. Cooper grinned as he threw his head back in pleasure,

Nicholas’s voice was a soothing, grounding force as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured, his tone rich with adoration. “Look at you—so beautiful, so perfect like this.” His fingers worked with unrelenting precision, drawing every ounce of pleasure from you.

“The way you respond to us, the way your body moves… it’s intoxicating. You’re intoxicating.” His lips grazed your jawline as his hands didn’t falter, coaxing you further into surrender.

Cooper, grinning as his own pleasure built, let out a moan that seemed to spur Nicholas on. “You’re everything, Y/N,” Nicholas said, his tone filled with awe. “The way you let go—God, it’s so perfect. You make us want to give you everything we have.”

Nicholas had you and Cooper exactly where he wanted you—teetering on the edge of bliss, entirely at his mercy. The way both of you responded to his every touch, his every word, was intoxicating, a symphony of vulnerability and surrender that only fueled his desire. He watched as your bodies moved in perfect harmony with his guidance, your faces painted with pleasure that sent a thrill straight through him.

The sight of you both like this—so open, so undone—drove him wild. It was power, yes, but it was also something deeper. Seeing the trust in your eyes, the way you melted into his touch and responded to his commands, stirred something primal within him. The connection he shared with both of you at this moment was unlike anything he’d ever known, and it only made him crave more. His hands, his lips, his voice—all of it worked together to pull you both closer to the brink until the tension in the air was almost unbearable.

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You and Cooper moaned into each other’s mouths as you climaxed, your bodies trembling together, chests rising and falling in perfect sync. Foreheads pressed against each other, and you both took a moment to catch your breath. The intimacy of the moment lingered as you looked into his eyes, a bold glint in yours as you murmured, “I want to taste myself on you.”

Cooper’s eagerness was evident, his lips curving into a grin as he shifted to sit upright on the bed. His anticipation was palpable, and it sent a thrill through you as you moved with purpose. Rising to your knees, you turned to Nicholas, who had been watching with a heated gaze from his spot behind you. Meeting his lips in a deep, lingering kiss, you pulled away just enough to whisper, “I want to feel you inside me, baby.”

Nicholas’s hands found your hips as you shifted into position. Kneeling before Cooper, you arched your back, giving Nicholas the angle he needed to adjust behind you. Before he could move, you focused on Cooper, leaning in to kiss him once more. Your lips trailed down his neck and along his chest, the warm press of your mouth leaving a path of teasing bites and kisses until you reached his thighs. You paused there, catching his gaze with a knowing look before pressing a kiss just above his knee, savoring the way he shivered in anticipation.

You took him in your mouth and his breath hitched with a relief, automatically feeling relaxed as you handled him. Swirligny your tongue around his tip, tasting the sweet saltiness of his precum. Using your teeth in the slightest way to make him moan out loud.

Nicholas lingered for a moment, watching with an intense, almost hungry gaze before slipping a finger inside you, his touch deliberate and teasing. The sensation pulled a moan from your lips, muffled against Cooper’s member. The vibration of your voice sent a shiver through Cooper, his head falling back as he groaned in response.

Nicholas leaned in closer, his voice low and velvety, tinged with satisfaction as he asked, “You like that, Coop? You like how she moans for you?” His question was edged with a playful taunt, though his eyes burned with genuine desire.

“Fuck yes,” Cooper responded, his voice thick and breathy, his fingers threading through your hair to guide you gently. “She’s so fucking hot.”

Nicholas’s smile grew, hunger flickering in his expression as he added another finger, his movements slow but precise, coaxing more sounds from you. “Take him all the way in, gorgeous,” he instructed, his tone both commanding and encouraging, his free hand resting possessively on your hip.

You pushed yourself further, letting Cooper fill you as his hips stuttered in response. His moans spilled out, raw and uncontrollable, his fingers tightening in your hair as you worked him with eager determination. The sensation of his pleasure only fueled your own desire, especially as Nicholas pressed against you from behind.

With deliberate slowness, Nicholas guided himself inside you, his grip firm on your hips as he filled you inch by inch. The stretch sent a wave of pleasure rippling through you, your body instinctively arching back into him. The contrast of being so completely filled in both ways was overwhelming, every nerve in your body alight with sensation.

Nicholas groaned deeply as he buried himself fully, his hands sliding up your back to steady you. "You take us so perfectly," he murmured, his voice low and full of praise. "You were made for this."

Cooper looked down at you, his chest heaving as he brushed his thumb over your cheek. “You’re incredible,” he breathed, his voice shaky with emotion and lust. “You feel... God, you feel so fucking good.”

Nicholas began to move, his rhythm slow and deliberate at first, his hips meeting yours with steady force. Each thrust sent shocks of pleasure through you, making it harder to concentrate as you worked Cooper. The symphony of your collective moans filled the room, the more Nicholas bucked into you, the more you moaned causing Cooper to lose control. You all worked so well together.

Cooper was so close to finishing, Nicholas could see it in his face, “Look at me Cooper, look me in the eyes when you cum baby boy”,

Cooper's gaze snapped to Nicholas, his breath hitching as he fought to keep control. His grip on your hair tightened slightly, the tension in his body, building with every second. Nicholas smirked, his pace behind you steady yet commanding, a deliberate rhythm that had your moans vibrating against Cooper, driving him closer to the brink.

“Come on, Cooper,” Nicholas coaxed, his voice low and intoxicating. “Give it to her. Let her feel how good she makes you.”

The encouragement sent a shudder through Cooper, his head tilting back as his climax surged forward. His hips jerked involuntarily, and with a guttural groan, he spilled into you, his release hot and intense. His trembling hands framed your face as his eyes fluttered closed, his expression a mixture of bliss and surrender.

You swallowed him down, savoring every moment as Nicholas kept a steady hold on your hips, his own movements never faltering. “That’s it, gorgeous,” Nicholas praised, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You did so well for him.”

Cooper leaned back slightly, catching his breath, his eyes still hazy with pleasure. “You’re amazing,” he murmured, his thumb brushing tenderly over your cheek as he smiled down at you.

Nicholas shifted behind you, his hands sliding up your back and pulling you into an arch as he growled low in your ear. “Your turn now,” he said, his tone filled with promise as he claimed your attention completely.

Nicholas’s grip on your hips tightened, pulling you flush against him as he buried himself deeply inside you. His thrusts were purposeful and unrelenting, each movement designed to draw out every ounce of pleasure from you. You cried out his name, your body trembling under the intensity of his control. Nicholas’s lips found the curve of your neck, his kisses trailing fire along your skin as he murmured praises between every thrust.

“Just like that, gorgeous. Let me hear you,” he commanded, his voice low and dripping with desire. “You’re so perfect…so good for me.” He said leaning down to kiss along your spine.

Cooper, still recovering from his own climax, sat back and watched the scene unfold with awe in his eyes. He couldn’t take his gaze off the way Nicholas moved with you, his dominance unwavering but still laced with tenderness. “She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Cooper said, almost breathless.

Nicholas spared him a glance, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued his rhythm. “She’s everything,” he replied, his voice thick with admiration.

Your nails dug into the sheets, your moans spilling freely as Nicholas drove you closer and closer to your edge. He shifted slightly, angling himself to hit your cervix, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your entire body. Your cries grew louder, your body writhing as you felt your release building impossibly high.

“Don’t hold back baby,” Nicholas growled in your ear, his pace quickening. “I want to feel you let go.”

With a final, deep thrust, your climax hit, a wave of ecstasy that left you shaking in his arms. Nicholas held you close as he followed, his release erupting with a guttural moan as he buried his face against your shoulder. The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and soft whispers as you both came down, Nicholas keeping you securely wrapped in his embrace.

Cooper reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle and adoring. “You’re fucking amazing,” he said again, his voice filled with genuine affection.

The three of you lay together, tangled in each other’s arms, your bodies still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. The moment was perfect, a blend of passion and connection that left all of you basking in its glow.

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kwisifiisidz OMG Reading this through the sickness of my body is insane !! you left me breathless Nini with this one ?? i'm always such a fan of your writings but this ??? it was so much beautiful in a way i can't describe. i love this type of angst so much and i'm just so sad about it ! i read this like i'm listening to a sad song :(( wow wow wow 💖💖💖

you were in no means ready to see him, let alone work with your ex-fiancée again. you knew he’d been stealing glances at you while you all trek your way through the sandy dunes of the coast of morocco, but you were strong enough to keep yourself from looking back and meeting his gaze. —already at the beginning and i know it's gonna ate

"are you serious?" were the first words you'd tell him in a year. he pulled out a wad of cash and his passport from his belt bag. "that's like, hundreds of dollars, rafe! you could've fed your sister!" he turns to look at you, piercing blue eyes burning holes through your soul. "listen, my only job was to get you pogues to morocco. no more, no less. if you don't wanna get lost, you gotta follow me, I'm your best bet," "as if," you roll your eyes, "we're in the same boat—no pun intended—but, you are also in a different country," he pulls you into his chest with one arm, whispering in your ear, "yeah? but guess who has the money? guess who actually has defense skills. not you, huh?" — this whole scene because it was incredible. this is so accurate to me please 😭😭

this day felt like years. after an extensive search for groff, you'd finally found him. you rode on the back of the motorcycle rafe stole, holding onto his waist. you couldn't help but have your mind flashback to your last motorcycle ride with him, still on kildare, on the way to courthouse to get marriage documents. his cologne hadn’t changed either. you remembered how his cologne lingered on every article of your clothing. you knew he’d been about it too from the way his body tensed up. — the bittersweet feelings of the old relationship 💘

gentle hands hold your face, "rafe, you can't save me, I'm sorry," you feel a warmness fill your body. "no, no, I can, we can get you to a hospital! stay with me-" you cough again, louder this time, "no, its impossible," he curses under his breath, before shouting to the sky. he embraces you, your voice getting weaker by the second, "hey rafe? can you tell me about our best memories? like...during our relationship?" your voice was barely a whisper now. — YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME NINI ??? IT'S WILD.

he nods, voice barely steady as he begins to talk, "we had a lot of good memories, but my favorite was our last summer, where we were gonna get married in the fall. I shouldn't have cheated, I'm so sorry," he sobs onto your shoulder, "remember when all we did was go surfing? and I taught you how to ride those big swells 'cus you were too scared...and...how we were gonna move out of kildare after we got married? we were gonna move to colorado, live that white picket fence type of life," he bitterly chuckles, "I screwed up, I screwed us, and I'm so, so, sorry. If I could rewind time, just to feel your lips on mine again, just to hear you laugh, just to have you look at me with so much love, I would. I'd make sure you were never under this situation." your mind replayed all of those memories, and with shaky hands, you pull him in for one last kiss, pulling back to say your last words, “I never stopped loving you, rafe,” before letting your body finally succumb to your injury. — i'm just falling in love (again) with your writings at this point. it was like an amazing poem. tysm for this one, for sharing with us. i'm feeling unwell but so glad to be able to read this one ✨

okay season 4 rafe where they broke up and shes a kook turned pouge, and its just a bunch of angst and basically all of s4 with her?

our last summer - rafe cameron x reader

synopsis - he wishes he could've had one last summer with you

warnings - angst, kook turned pogue!reader, mentions of cheating, (slight) sofia slander (I love her tho!!), stabbing, character death

your main priority was sarah, who you could tell was getting queasy from the amount of activity she’d been doing these past couple of days. once you saw the skyline of a city, your ounce of optimism returned.

around a year ago, you’d been happily engaged to who you thought was the love of your life, rafe cameron. after you’d found a tank top that wasn’t yours in your shared bedroom, you’d knew he was seeing someone else, but you didn’t expect that someone to be your own best friend, sofia.

you had followed the pogues to morocco after what groff had done to jj. you were willing to follow them to the ends of the earth, never leave a pogue behind, john b's words echo in your head.

you were sitting with sarah, rubbing her back while the rest of the group went to go get some food for her. rafe was mumbling incoherent sentences, something he always did while pissed off or annoyed, and you tried your best to ignore his complaints. "you okay?" you softly spoke up, sarah meekly nodded her head in response.

you hear the shout of multiple voices, turning around to see the rest of the group running towards you. you stood up, dumbfounded as the moroccan authorities chase your friends. already? one of them apprehends you, and you writhe at their grip. you plead to them, but its no use. you turn around, seeing rafe also getting held up. the rest of the pogues were nowhere to be found. as long as they got each other, they're safe.

after a quick interrogation, the authorities let you both go. you let out a huff, not only because you were falsely accused, but because you're now stuck with your ex-lover, in a foreign country.

"are you serious?" were the first words you'd tell him in a year. he pulled out a wad of cash and his passport from his belt bag. "that's like, hundreds of dollars, rafe! you could've fed your sister!" he turns to look at you, piercing blue eyes burning holes through your soul. "listen, my only job was to get you pogues to morocco. no more, no less. if you don't wanna get lost, you gotta follow me, I'm your best bet," "as if," you roll your eyes, "we're in the same boat—no pun intended—but, you are also in a different country," he pulls you into his chest with one arm, whispering in your ear, "yeah? but guess who has the money? guess who actually has defense skills. not you, huh?" he shoves you out of his arms, making you stumble backward. you scoff, following him through the crowded streets.

"you look nice," a slight smile dawned on his face as one of the store clerks helped you wrap your scarf around your hair. you both had changed into more neutral colored outfits to help blend in. "hold on" you see rafe turn to a stand that's selling phones. you impatiently tap your foot as he dials a couple of numbers in. you follow closely, wanting to find out who needed his attention so badly.

your heart clenched as you heard another female voice, quickly realizing that it was sofia. of course, why wouldn't he call his girlfriend? now, you distanced yourself from him, looking at the floor as you drag your feet along the dirt, getting your shoes dusty.

you shake your head, he probably does that with sofia now. you sniffle, hoping the sound of the engine would muffle it. rafe pulls off to the side of the road, stopping at a well. you use this time to regain your distance from him, stretching from the long ride. "is that it?" you point to the city down the cliff, squinting your eyes. groff looks at the map, nodding his head. you see the two men bent over the well, and you shuffle to see what they were looking at. "...good thing hollis and I paid off that girl...what was her name? sonya? oh, sofia!" you see rafe's face twist. you kneel down in front of the well, next to groff, "what are you talking about?" "its really none of your business," he retorted.

what happens next is a blur, groff pulls out a knife, attempting to stab rafe. rafe's reflexes work in record-time, but it was a horrible decision to try to help him at this moment. as groff attempts to defend himself, you feel the blade go into your stomach. you let out a sharp gasp, after seeing groff get shoved down the well, you collapse, rafe gracing your fall. "hey, hey, y/n, stay with me, please," his voice cracks as be sits you down on the side. he holds your wound, and you let out a painful groan. his eyes widen. he still calls out for help, desperation lacing his voice. "no one can hear you," you cough.

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