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moviestarmartini · 6 months

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ella es mi fiesta — jude bellingham x hispanic!reader

es la favorita, la mujer más buena / la que más me gusta de todas las nenas / es la mamacita, se me agua la boca / que no más las miro y todo me provoca.

summary: jude has completed his move to madrid, and while you watch him shine, you've got a wedding to plan.

wc: 3.1k

warnings: wedding!! tried not to specify much so it adapts to everything (methinks), good mother/daughter relationship lol, short nsfw but still 18+, brief female masturbation, unprotected sex (not endorsing it!!!), lots and lots of sappy crying, smau at both the beginning and the end, sentences in spanish, a paragraph in spanish will be translated at the end hehe

previous part

A bigger, brighter spotlight started to shine on your fiancé.

You knew Jude deserved that and more, and you were more than satisfied with his success. If college wasn’t occupying your nights, you saw him at the Bernabeu whenever you could, preferring to sit outside than inside the VIP boxes to feel la afición you grew up with. Feel that passion and support surrounding you, coursing through your veins.

Nothing had really changed; you still supported him through thick and thin. You cried when he scored a brace against Barcelona, and held him close after the endless recovery hours when he was injured. The fact he was physically closer only improved your relationship further.

You never knew how much you needed to have him close by.

But being at Real Madrid had its disadvantages. You barely got to hang out around campus to avoid people asking too many questions, wanting to know more about your relationship with the golden boy. But most of this chatter wasn't even questions about you or him, they were directed towards your relationship.

The same comments you’d read on Twitter and his Instagram Posts— not yours, considering you decided to keep your account private for the time being. Things ranging from your age, the time you’ve been dating before the proposal to downright wishing you wouldn’t even make it to the wedding and just cancel the engagement.

You’d discussed these comments with Jude, and his reassurance was more than enough to keep you at peace about your relationship. But the criticism only made your body burn with the necessity to prove everyone wrong. So you kept your head down, concentrating on your studies and planning the wedding on the side. You had bimonthly reports to Jude about the progress of everything, though Denise had been a godsend this whole time. Any decision you needed an opinion on, she was there to provide the most helpful insight when Jude wasn’t able.

As he settled into the team, the teammates he grew closer to got to meet you, all of them absolutely adoring you and the pair you made with the englishman.

“When are we getting our wedding party ask? Cama here wants to be the flower man.” Tchouameni joked, elbowing his fellow french national on the ribs as the group exploded with laughter.

During one of the international breaks Jude surprised you with his return by joining you during a cake tasting. He wasn’t fully recovered from the injury and was sent back, having taken a few hours off to be with his ‘best girl’— he said himself.

“Shoo, or I’m going to report to the mister that you’re playing hooky.” You stuck your tongue out while dropping him off at Ciudad Real Madrid for his recovery training. The truth was, you had a dress fitting that afternoon. Your mom, Denise, your cousin and your best friend were in attendance.

You’d find your dream dress at a boutique in the city center, the streets crowded enough for people to recognize you and snap a few blurry pictures entering the shop. None of those wearing the dress, thank goodness, but by the time you found out people started to realize you and Jude were actually getting married that year, you were too elated to care. The dress fit like a glove, and your mom couldn’t help but sob by seeing you in it. She bought it on the spot without much consideration, and considering you were the only girl in your nuclear home, your mother was going all out for her little girl’s wedding.

As the temperatures dropped, the planning became more frantic. You had fifty calls to make every single day confirming everything, keeping Jude updated and checking one last time for the RSVPs. As November edged in, you only felt more and more nervous.

“Are we too insane for this? We should’ve waited for two years from now maybe…” You wondered out loud to Jude as you finished the engagement photoshoot. Brunch was your thing, so it was a playful twist on the theme.

“Look at me,” He incited, taking your face in his hand. His eyes were full of reassurance, and it always surprised you to see how he never doubted anything for a second. “I’ll do whatever you ask of me. If you want to delay it for fifteen years I’ll wait patiently.” The photographer was already packing up his things, but perked up when he noticed the intimate moment going on. He didn’t interrupt, just taking a few candids.

His understanding just melted away any doubts instead of reinforcing them. You scooted closer in your chair. “I’m not moving anything. The wedding’s in a month, and I couldn’t be happier.” You cooed, your fiancé humming happily as he kissed your forehead.

When you received the pictures you came to notice those candids turned out to be your favorites. Not that the others looked bad— on the contrary, you both looked stunning— but they transported you back into that moment full of reassurance and love.

Before you knew it, the last game of the season transpired, along with your last class before exam season took place in January after your Winter vacations.

After your wedding.

For your bachelor and bachelorette parties respectively the two of you decided to celebrate during the day so that night the rehearsal dinner could take place at the same cozy chateau the wedding was taking place the next day. It was more of a mixer than anything else, considering Jude had guests come from all over to the event. All of them you knew, since you both agreed to keep it tight knit on both sides. There had also been a sworn secrecy, you’ve giggled for hours reading Twitter threads speculating when your wedding was taking place when it was literally happening right under their noses.

It had been an hour or so since the last of the guests either drove home or crossed over to stay at the boutique hotel nearby. Both of your families were sleeping in the other rooms in the venue, but the matrimonial bedroom was left for your solitude.

“Can’t sleep either, eh?” You turned to Jude’s husky voice from the bedroom door. You got up with a nod, watching as he closed the door behind you. “Anxious?”

“Definitely.” You agreed, pulling him down and into a hug. “Young bride was not something I ever pictured in my resume but that was before I met you.” You muttered, cupping his face and kissing his forehead.

Jude observed your movements slowly, feeling the cold white gold against his cheek. He turned his face and kissed your palm before taking it in his hand, kissing your fingers, never breaking eye contact. He inched in, nose brushing against you and you knew well enough his intentions.

“In twenty-four hours we’ll consummate the marriage, Belli-bear; don’t.” You warned him with a playful smile, noticing how he leaned down and kissed your neck slowly. You couldn’t resist, tilting your head back. With all the planning involved, you barely got to see anything of each other, even less intimately.

“I don’t care.” He grumbled, sliding his hands on your thighs as you stumbled over to the edge of the bed. He sat first, drawing you over to his lap. “I’ve barely seen you in the last two months.” Jude linked your lips together, and you melted right into his lap. It was slow, taking your time. He pulled down the straps of the soft cotton pajamas, letting the top roll down and pool at your waist.

Your bare chest heaved against his clothed one, and he removed the shirt before his hands cupped your breasts. The tension building up in the room was something you’ve never experienced before; it was mind numbing, almost.

“I love you.” You muttered something you’ve said so many times previously, but it felt like the first time. You noticed how he swallowed hard, his eyes looking up at you with utter admiration. Instead of replying right away, his hand sneaked under the matching shorts, past your underwear. Your breath hitched, his middle fingers drawing circles slowly.

“Yo también te amo.” He replied, licking his lips. You slightly raised your brows in surprise; it was usually the other way around. You said it in Spanish and he replied in English. Now his tongue spoke your language with ease each day. Your mouth twitched lightly into a smile, interrupted by a moan as he gathered the slick pooling around his fingers.

“Let me take you, please.” His begging was sincere, knowing you could easily decline and follow traditions. Not that you hadn’t done it before, but maybe right before your wedding was pushing it. “I’m too eager… I don’t think I can wait until tomorrow.

You have been feeling his boner pressing against your thigh for a while now, yet again adding to his honesty. Your thoughts were racing a hundred miles per hour, but you concluded there was nothing traditional about this in the first place. The two of you were bending the rules over backwards from the day you met. A smile still rose to your lips, pulling him into a kiss and pushing him onto the bed.

“Take me now. Tomorrow you’ll do it forever.” You brushed your nose against his, and he switched places to lay on top of you. Without wasting any time he pulled your pajama shorts and underwear down, his own following soon after.

“Uh, fuck— I forgot,” He looked around the room, trying to figure out if you’d brought any condoms. You pulled his face towards yours, cupping his jaw in your fingers.

“I’ll take a pill tomorrow.” You noticed how his eyes shone in a way you’d never noticed before, and he caught your lips in his once more, brushing his tip against your entrance. You mewled, feeling the stretch and embracing it warmly. Your fiancé held you against his chest, kissing the top of your head.

“You feel so warm,” He practically whined, starting to draw out long thrusts. You could barely reply to the praise, trying to keep your moans muffled by hiding your face in his neck. “So perfect for me, my girl.”

He knew those strained moans like the back of his hand, the kind where you seemed to be choking on air. The way your cunt squeezed him was enough indication. “Yes, baby. Do it, cum for me.” You exhaled in a way it was apparent the permission lifted a weight off your shoulders. He held you closer to his body, allowing your moans to leave your mouth more freely without escaping those four walls.

The stutter of his hips that came soon after, followed by a string of curses gave away that Jude was close too. You kissed his strong shoulders, giving him words of encouragement as he perched your legs over his shoulders and started a painful pace to find his release. Still, he looked down at you with a fondness that made your heart melt, leaning down for a final kiss as he pulled out and shot ropes of white to cover your lower tummy.

“How about a warm bath?” He proposed tenderly, and you couldn’t have said no, even if you wanted to. Without even noticing you fell asleep curled up in his chest, the light steam surrounding your bodies.

You woke up the next day to the empty bed, haven’t felt so well rested in a while. There was some chatter going on downstairs, and you peaked from the bedroom window to notice staff being led by your mother and soon to be mother-in-law assembling the ceremony venue in the vast backyard. The reality soon dawned upon you, and you wanted to throw up from the nerves and scream in glee.

But that was the last time you were left alone with your thoughts, as a soft knock rang through the room. “Coming! Denme dos minutos!” You sprung up from the bed, quickly fixing the bed and slipping into the silk slip dress you bought for the whole ‘getting ready’ part of it. The house had a great heating system from the dropping temperatures, but you still got a matching bolero in cashmere. Upon opening the door you were greeted by your small wedding party, consisting of your cousin and best friend. Your other female family members were getting ready with you with the same team of hair and makeup.

The greeting hugs everyone gave you were so different. They were full of warmth, positivity. You had to hold back tears when your mom hugged you, easing up all your nerves. It was as if they were confirming to you that they were there for you, sending all the well wishes for the years to come with a simple embrace.

You had your favorite breakfast with mimosas before getting ready. Music was blasting, everyone was chatting it up and helping each other. It felt as though you were getting ready for a regular party, until your brother came knocking at the door. “Delivery for the bride.” He smiled, and the room full of women squealed. You were done with your hair already but you were going to be the last to get your makeup done.

With a smile you kissed your brother on the cheek before ushering him out the door, taking a hold of the large box and placing it on the bed. Upon removing the lid, you gasped at the delicately placed bouquet, the one you were going to be walking down the aisle with.

“You like it? I helped him choose. He assembled it himself last night after everyone was gone.” Denise came up to you with a warm smile, and you couldn’t help but give her a tearful nod, setting the flowers aside to give her a tight hug. You figured this whole thing was a big change for her, considering how much of a mama’s boy Jude was.

But that embrace felt just like the others; full of support and well wishes.

In no time your makeup started and the women got dressed, only leaving your mum to help you with the dress and the veil. “Ay mi princesa.” She exhaled, fanning her eyes as you took a step back to look at yourself in front of the mirror. You took a deep breath in, having to hold back the need to start crying. Your dream wedding dress fit you as perfectly as it did on the first fitting, and the lacy veil was as perfect as it was on your mother all those years back.

“I think we should head downstairs. Get some pictures of our family together. Jude should be waiting outside already, so there would be no peeking.” She laughed, carefully cleaning away the tears right at the edge of her eyes.

The following reactions were similar. Your father looked as though he was about to pass out, and your brother was left speechless. But you only cared about one reaction, and you stood perfect for the family pictures as you could only imagine how Jude would react.

Still the anticipation couldn’t have prepared you to see him shedding real tears as you walked down the garden, unable to stop looking at you. And for a second there, you swore it was just you and him in the entire planet.

You couldn’t stop looking at each other throughout the whole thing, no matter if you were supposed to look at the officiant. You said your vows first, eyes brimming with tears. “Most importantly, I love how you make me think I’m the brightest star in the world, no matter how bad either of us are feeling. And I promise I’ll drive you everywhere for the rest of our lives, don’t get that license, amor.” You finished with a bitter sweet chuckle. But you couldn’t have expected what Jude had to say next.

“Uh, I’ve been practicing my vows for the past six months. If there’s any mistakes, just… keep it to yourselves.” The audience chuckled lightly, but they were as intrigued as you were. He started out by saying your name, almost breathless, “Siempre te he dicho que eres la razón por la que creo en el amor a primera vista.” You choked out a sob, as people in the audience gasped.

Jude had written and learned his vows in Spanish. Without telling a soul.

He apparently grew more confident, sucking a big breath in. “Y hoy, puedo decir con toda certeza que creo en el amor sincero y eterno. Todo por ti, preciosa,” His bottom lip quivered, noticing how you were made a mess, eyes full of tears.

“Eres la estrella que alumbra mis días. Mi chauffeur que me lleva a todos los lugares sin que se lo pida.” He cleared his throat, inhaling the tears in. “Gracias por confiar en mí y en nuestro amor para llegar aquí hoy. Te amo.”

You smiled at him warmly, and knew he would tease you later for having matching vows without knowing. The rest of the ceremony flew by, and Jude really took the ‘you may kiss the bride’ part too seriously.

“I can’t believe you copied me…” He huffed as you made way inside the mansion, waiting in a separate room for your entrance. “…Mrs. Bellingham.” He practically giggled, and you laughed from the mirror as you were retouching your makeup.

“You’re the one that copied me! I said my vows first, idiot!” You joked, finishing the lip combo before getting to his side, holding his hand to do your entrance to the dining hall. The nerves filled you up and he noticed from the way you shifted your weight from one side to another.

He kissed your hand and winked, and you knew everything was going to be alright.

You found out that night most of your guests were hefty drinkers, or at least they had decided to be so for that particular occasion. But you also found out later that night that thank God you ‘consummated your marriage’ the previous night, considering you had to ask for a few of his fellow athlete friends to carry him up to the newlywed couple’s bedroom. You later laid there staring at the ceiling, stomach churning from… anticipation? The drinks?

But even as Jude was snoring right next to you, you knew deep down everything was going to be alright.

For the rest of your lives together.

judebellingham mr. and mrs. b 🤍

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A/N: my bf still says we can't get married so enjoyyy this delusion i'm using to cope KFDSKLSDFKLV lowk did my dream wedding here but it wasn't at the same time. hope everyone enjoyed this sappy sappy short series !! the translation to jude’s wedding vows are in that lil note in the smau !!!

#𓈒ㅤׂ 𓇼✽ — writing !#jude victor willliam bellingham #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x y/n #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham fanfic #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingham imagine #football x you #football x y/n #football x reader

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themirokai · 3 months

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My job is such that sometimes I find myself in meetings where people are talking about goose fencing extensively with a five minute tangent on the fact that the Latin name of a specific species of marsh grass changed in 2017.

#tbf I’m multitasking with this meeting sort of as background #i swear I’m a lawyer #the life of in-house counsel #miro irl

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god-monsters · 1 year

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How Lookism Guys Fall in Love with YOU + personal hc

Requested. If you can't tell how repetitive I am from my masterlist, here it is all side by side to show you exactly the sort of tropes I like a LOT. Sorta hc, sorta the storylines-ish I like to write.

Strangers to Lovers

Johan Seong

Meeting Johan and bonding through his pups. You don't even need to show him kindness. Show Eden and Miro kindness and you will enter his thoughts regardless.

A cliched way to a man's heart is his stomach. Feed Johan up too to up the relationship.

Lots of emotional maturing needed for Johan to understand what the hell is going on. Pulls away to get some distance yet always ends up by your side. He can't help it. Eventually just gives in.

Goo Kim

While I personally dislike the love at first sight trope, this guy would absolutely double take if there was something that caught his eye and then he would be his normal extroverted and clingy self to get to know you.

This fucking charmer. Yes he's annoying, but even then he gets under your skin and you can't help falling for him too.

Also a fan of the hot-and-cold-casual-fuck-buddies dynamic. He'll see you every day for a week, wake up in your bed then ghost you for a month. Rinse and repeat. After a little while - oh. Goo realises he misses you.

Samuel Seo

Ah the oh-shit-I-caught-feelings-when-we-were-just-casually-fucking-and-no-strings-attached pining.

Meeting at somewhere like a corporate event or even in a club.

Lots of inner turmoil as he gets to grips with his emotions and how to deal with you. A little bit of push and pull before he eventually admits how he feels.

Ryuhei Kuroda/Xiaolong

Just meeting someone, anyone who is the opposite of Mitsuki and Vivi. Showing them what a normal healthy person, with normal healthy interests looks like. Show them kindness, show them your sweet smile, show them you don't want anything apart from just them and they will fall for you.

Ryuhei - Not really much guilt with moving on from Mitsuki because face it. They weren't exactly anything.

Xiaolong - oof. The most angsty hurt/comfort you can think of.

Friends (classmates) to Lovers

Zack Lee

Long-ish time friend, but nothing progressed due to his feelings for Mira. Gradually circumstances bring you both closer together. Tending to his wounds, school projects, maybe even shopping for a gift for Mira.

Start to see you in a new light. Deals with a lot of denial at first and then later, guilt. Unsurprisingly, it's Mira that notices the change in Zack and encourages him to pursue you.

Vasco Tabasco/Jace Park

Classmate of theirs through J-high or knew them from middle school. Help to tutor Vasco or just generally up to some shit with Jace. Maybe playing detective.

Not involved with Burn Knuckles, but you might as well be. With Vasco or Jace, the rest of the crew treats you with the same level of respect as their No.1/2 and will protect you at all costs.

Relatively straightforward friends to lovers, with all the worries of gang shit.

Vin Jin

Love the idea of Vin Jin, Mary and You being best buds together. Either from Cheonliang or you getting closer to Vin through Mary once they attend J-High.

An absolute asshole though he is a little softer towards you. Takes him a while to fall for you and see you in a new light. Is so used to you as a friend that it will take someone else interfering or an event.

See masterlist for someone asking you on a date or Vin seeing you in his Cheonliang jacket heh (the latter really breaks his brain).

Jake Kim

Childhood friend to lovers. You knew him before he joined Big Deal and/or while he was a tall lanky middle school kid.

Always had a soft spot for you. Walking you home from school, spending evenings in the library messing around, hanging in the park. Once he joined Big Deal and you started high school, it added some distance between you but Jake still could never get you off his mind.

Eventually reconciling and slow burn into lovers. Dealing with all the usual angst of Jake putting you in danger and risking your safety by being with him. Hint: he gets over it eventually. Or else it turns into angsty regret (my personal fave!).

DG/James Lee

You know him from his James Lee days and go way back. Either classmates together or another very typical show-him-a-little-kindness and then wormed your way into his heart.

Sees you more and more, and no matter what, you're never judgemental of him and you're able to talk to him like a normal human being - which is a rarity. Growing closer together until he starts to confide in you. One day, James just realises you're the closest person to him and he likes you. You have grown and grown on him until it's obvious and completely hits him over the head with it.

Progress into lovers is very straightforward. You stick with him through thick and thin. Even with his transition into DG, you're the one constant in his life that he keeps close by and protects.

Eli Jang

Know Eli from his J-high days and always been good buddies with you. Sure you could tell he's good looking but you didn't put him on a pedestal.

Eventually growing closer to him and also meeting Yenna. Which is a huge step, by the way. Eli is so goddamn protective of her and when you are both introduced he thinks 'huh? this is? nice??'. Loves the idea of a happy family.

Bit of angst dealing with the death of Heather and moving on with you.

+ Daniel Park, Jay Hong, Warren Chae, Hudson Ahn, Kwak bros

Colleague/Crew Member to Lovers

Gun Park/Goo Kim

The third partner and completing the Gun/Goo/You trifecta. Teaming up with Goo to piss off Gun or with Gun to become the sassiest, most fearsome duo and a headache for the blonde.

Eugene/Samuel Seo

Working alongside and rising through the ranks, impressing them with your competency that they have no choice but to take notice of you. They struggle treading the line between professionalism and falling for you.

Jake Kim/Sinu Han

Big Deal crew member, joining and working your way into the Boss's heart. Another one for lots of pining and slow burn as they try not to fall for you because they feel it's pretty inappropriate.

Another favourite little scenario: you working on Big Deal street. Either taking up an empty premise or working in a store or restaurant and catching their eye. Flirtation abound especially when they visit you when you should be working and prove to be an awful distraction.

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wannaeatramyeon · 2 months

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Johan Seong x Reader: Meeting Mrs. Seong

Requested by a few 🫡 G/N. Fluffy.

"Don't you dare!"

Scowling at Johan, you smack his hand away with a spatula.

He gives you a frown of his own in return, recoiling sharply, nursing the offending hand, acting as if that hit was the worst thing he has ever endured.

It hasn't even turned red, for god's sake.

"It's for your mom," you say, not like it's any surprise to him. You've been perfecting a cake recipe all week, Johan being the happy and compliant guinea pig.

He had moaned, at first, before he was unleashed on all the baked treats. But how could you turn up to see Mrs. Seong with nothing, not even a gift. It's your first time meeting her. What must she think of you if you showed up empty handed?

"She doesn't care," Johan told you, rolling his eyes, crumbs around his mouth after your first batch.

What he doesn't tell you is that she's already over the moon to meet you. To know there's someone else out there looking after her Johan and making him as happy as he sounds on the phone.

Either way, it's the principle of it. You want to make a good first impression. "I care."

"Mrs Seong!" You greet Johan's mom with a wide smile and a bow.

"Y/N, it's so nice to finally meet you. Johan has been talking about you nonstop."

Her arms encircle you in a tight hug.

Over her shoulder you give Johan a funny look. You thought they had only started to talk again recently, how much have they actually talked - and about you?

Blood already rushing to his cheeks, he refuses to meet your eyes. Chooses to squat down, cake tin in one hand and fuss over Eden and Miro which tells you enough.

"All good I hope!"

"Of course. I've never heard my boy so serious about anything. The other day, he said the sweetest thing about you-"

Johan springs up, eyes blown wide in panic. How could she snitch on him, embarrass him like this.

"MOM-"

The pups, sensing their owners distress start barking.

"Ignore them," you give a sweet smile to Mrs. Seong, one hand latched onto Johan's arm and holding him firmly in place and other slapped to his mouth, muffling his complaints. "I want to hear all about it."

#lookism #lookism x reader #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #johan seong #johan seong x reader #seong yohan #lookism fic #wannaeatramyeon

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reddesires · 4 months

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[Noa x Human!Reader]

So I've really gotten into planet of the apes and I absolutely adore Noa and I really wanted to put these ideas out there (I also wanted to venture more out with ideas but this is all I got :') I'm sorry if this isn't good, I haven't written in years.

•Reader is adopted by the clan leaders of The Marina Clan, Miro and Zena. Her mother was immune to the virus but she was very sickly, Zena tended to the woman as she was the clan's top healer but Reader's mother passed of natural causes leaving the young girl on her own.

•Reader becomes the older sister to Miro and Zena's two first borns, a pair of twins. River and Water lily are born a couple years after the Reader is adopted by the couple, the twin's absolutely adore their older sister and she finds herself babysitting them often as their parents are very busy running the clan.

•The Marina Clan are experts at building boats, they take pride in their craft and they're unusually good at swimming in shallow enough water, they tend to avoid deeper water unless by boat. Many ceremonies are taken place by the water and a lot of their culture is dedicated to the water.

•Their rite of passage is learning to swim followed by building their first boat, the experience marking a major milestone for their people.

•Miro passed 2 years after the twins were born, Zena had then stepped into her husband's role as chief. Reader then took on her mother's role as the clans healer, before she was a prized hunter but she felt it was an important obligation she take on her mother's former role.

•Their clan is pillaged by another, many were wiped out, Zena coronated the Reader into being the clan leader before succumbing to her wounds. She then wears a headband to symbolize her status as her clan's matriarch.

•Reader essentially becomes a mother to her younger siblings, she is aware that she'll have to teach her siblings their clan's ways in hopes of them carrying on The Marina Clan's legacy.

The Meeting

Noa finds the siblings in the outskirts of his clan's land, he's intrigued to find a human with young chimps hanging off her back like a mother ape would have her young do. He seems frozen as he closely observes the trio infront of him but he's completely at a loss of what to do, caught off guard by this encounter.

Reader is cautious of him, her body language is defensive as she seems ready to protect the young on her back. Her breathing is ragged and uneven as she tries to pace herself it seems, he can hear her heart racing even from the distance he was standing.

He sees her wounds and the desperation in her eyes, when his mind finally caught up with him he holds his hands out infront of him in an attempt of easing her and showing no intentions of harming them. "you're..hurt." he says softly, his green eyes following the blood staining the skin against her forehead.

Her head tilts in acknowledgement but she holds her stance not willing to give in to the pain that seems to want to seize her, the determination still pumping through her kept her from collapsing.

Her siblings needed her more than ever and she won't rest till she's knows they're safe and sound

Noa feels something stir in his chest when he sees the young apes lightly peek over the human's shoulders, their gazes frightful and wide as their hands grasp onto her tighter. "I can help you.." he breathes out.

Reader stares with a slight dazed look at him, bewildered but relieved, her hand dropping her weapon and a desperate plea escaping her bloodied lips "please.."

#noa x reader #noa x human reader #pota #planet of the apes #planet of apes x reader #owen teague #fanfic #fanfiction

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mclarengf · 7 months

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veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo

fucking carlos sainz in a club bathroom

[1.8k] - ¡18+ mdni!

note: first ever smut, hope this goes well…

taglist: @foreveralbon @aviscarrentals @disneyprincemuke @hangmandruigandmav @whoreforbrownies @lightdragonrayne

¡¡read part one here first!!

turning back to you, the stranger smiles, and leans in to ask, “do you want to have some proper fun?”

you jerk your head back, searching his face for any sign he’s joking. there’s none.

slowly, your lips curl into a smile and you nod, slipping your hand back into his. he raises an eyebrow in intrigue and starts moving toward the back of the club, near where he’d been stood before.

he parts the crowd with one arm, not letting go of you with the other, even if it would make it much easier to clear the way.

he stops in front of the bathrooms.

“you want this, hermosa?”

you nod again, and he goes to push one of the doors open. then you pull his hand back quickly, having thought of a complication.

“what’s wrong?” he stares down at you, puzzled by your sudden change in manner.

you frown back at him for a second, trying to word your query correctly.

“what’s your name?” you finally ask.

he doesn’t blink.

then, he smiles, and starts laughing.

“ay, i was too distracted by your beauty, i forgot to ask what your name is!”

he’s got a nice laugh, and you’re still a little bit drunk, so you start laughing too.

“my name is carlos,” he finally tells you.

“carlos,” you repeat, rolling it around in your mouth, copying how he had said it; lingering on the ‘r’ and with a quiet ’s’. when you’re happy with your pronounciation of his name, you tell him yours.

he does the same, practising your accent after you. you’re definitely staring as he does so, watching as his lips form the vowels in your name, then drifting upwards to the small wrinkle between his brows as he tries to replicate your speech pattern.

“come on!” your words drag you out of your thoughts before your brain can, and you lead carlos through the bathroom door.

it’s not a bad bathroom, for a club this busy. it looks clean enough, there are no obvious stains on any of the tiling… you’re not here to admire the restroom though, unfortunately for the janitor.

carlos is looking at you with those hungry eyes, and he locks the door as he settles back against it. you don’t bother waiting for him to make the first move this time, rushing towards him, pressing your mouth onto his.

now, in the security of a locked room, carlos is less cautious about his movements. still paying full attention to you as you make out, he reaches around you to feel for your zip. you can feel him smile as he finds it and he undoes it easily, sucking and nipping at your lips the whole time.

he moves his mouth lower, and turns his attention to sucking a hickey onto your skin, licking and biting at the area where your neck meets your shoulder.

you back off from him and drop your hands from the back of his head as you step out of the dress, but he tastes so good and he’s turning you on so much; you don’t want to break your kiss to breathe. somehow, in your haze, carlos had managed to swap places with you, his arm now caging you against the door, which is cold against your back.

it’s him who lifts his head first, licking his swollen bottom lip as he stares at your body.

“eres guapísima,” he trails a finger across your navel, leaving goosebumps in its wake, “you are beautiful.”

you want to roll your eyes, or blush, or hide at the compliment, but something about the way he says it tells you that he means it, that it isn’t just some line he says to all the girls he meets in dark clubs.

you reach for his shirt as he pulls you back in again; your hands go for his buttons as his go behind you, to unhook your bra.

both tasks are equally difficult, and after realising this, you mutually decide to swap jobs. carlos forgoes the formality of buttons and pulls his shirt up over his head as you let your bra fall to the floor.

he drops to his knees, seemingly with no regard for his poor kneecaps, and pulls at your panties. he taps at your leg for you to step out of them, and nuzzles his nose up your thigh, provoking a shaky sigh from you.

somehow still observant in your state of absolute euphoria, you see him stuff your underwear into the back pocket of the trousers he’s still wearing.

he takes your leg and hoists it onto his shoulder. then he grins up at you, giving you no warning before he buries his face in between your thighs.

“fuck, carlos-“ your supporting leg shakes as he mouths at your clit, two fingers pushing into you already.

your hands pull at his hair as he starts scissoring and curling them inside you, hitting that spot every time.

he’s so good at this, you barely have enough awareness to think, and god, his mouth-

you can feel a growing tension in you, so you pull off him before you can come. carlos stares at you again, dazed. you can’t judge though, god knows you’re out of it too.

“wanna- mm, wanna come on your cock, carlos. want your cock,” you whine out, pulling at him to get up.

he pushes himself up and you’re instantly undoing his belt and his fly, pulling his boxer briefs and pants down in one movement.

he’s already hard from eating you out, you notice. he doesn’t take his eyes off of you as he strokes himself, and you don’t plan on breaking the eye contact either.

you watch as he twists his hand at the top, then throws his head back, eyes shut and mouth open in a state of bliss.

“fuck, carlos, i need you!”

that finally causes him to spring into action, holding onto the leg that was on his shoulder and tapping you on the bum as he says, “vamos; jump.”

you do as he says and he catches you easily. he walks you both over to the sink and sets you down on it. the porcelain is cold, but you don’t care.

he stops one more time, as he’s lining himself up with your entrance, doe eyes staring down at you, giving you one more chance to back out.

fuck, you can feel his tip against your cunt; he’s so close. your legs are still hooked around carlos, so you simply pull your feet towards you, causing him to stumble your way too. he bottoms out in one motion, and you feel so full.

“give me a second,” you breathe, dropping your head onto his shoulder.

he obliges, and lets out a breath you didn’t know he was holding. you can feel his exhale from where your skin touches, and from deep inside you. you clench a few times around him experimentally, and it’s his turn to falter.

“mierde.”

taking your actions as a green light to move, carlos pulls out almost entirely, before sinking back into you.

“you’re so big,” you moan out when he’s fully in you again.

he breathes out a laugh at that, before being cut off as he rocks his hips against yours. you’re overwhelmed by the feeling, his cock is hitting all the right places in you, and he’s everywhere.

he’s fucking you so hard, so filthily, in the bathroom of a club you’d met him at maybe only an hour ago. your eyes roll back as he keeps thrusting into you.

“carlos, please, please, i’m so close, i’m-“

his hand reaches up and starts rubbing circles into your clit.

“come for me, amore.”

you let the tension snap, and feel your breath hitch as you come.

carlos fucks you through your orgasm, slowly, and stills when he sees you blinking back the stars in your eyes. how the fuck he didn’t come when you were squeezing his cock, milking him for all he’s worth, you have no idea.

you smile at him tiredly, grinding your hips onto his cock as you try to make him come too. he starts fucking you again, chasing his own orgasm now, reckless and hungry.

you can feel when he’s close; his thrusts are getting slower and deeper, and he’s breathing harder. you’re trying your hardest to meet him with each movement, to take more and more of him.

you start babbling at him; you need him to come.

“want you to come, please, want you to come in me, carlos.”

that sends him over the edge.

he throws his head back as his hips buck forward, impossibly deeper. you can feel his hot come gush inside you.

the next few minutes is filled with heavy breaths from the both of you, trying to recover from probably the best bathroom hookup of your life. carlos pulls his pants up first, then helps you to the floor. he brings your clothes over from where they lay in a heap by the door. he kneels again and holds your dress out for you to step into, then pulls it up, and gestures for you to turn so he can zip it up too.

you giggle at him.

“we should do that again.”

“here,” he passes you his phone, open already on a new number slot. you type in your details and hand it back to him.

you turn back to the mirror and attempt to pat your hair down a bit, attempting to hide your messy hair at least a little bit, but carlos wears his with pride; his chest even puffs out a bit when you point it out, “i don’t see a problem with that, guapísima.”

he grabs your hand to fit in his and you pull him down for a slow kiss, lazy and open-mouthed.

“vamos, hermosa.” carlos unlocks the door and pulls it open for you to step out first.

“yeah, carlos; let’s go, mate!”

you both look to your left to see the booth of carlos’ friends cheering at you.

“shut up, lando,” carlos flips them off, though he’s grinning too, “pinche pendejo.”

as you walk away from them, carlos makes a show of squeezing your arse, where his mates can see.

your own friends, only a couple booths in front of carlos’, are staring slackjawed at you and the ridiculously hot guy you just came out of the bathroom with, who is now holding onto your butt.

you flash a smile at them, mouthing, “i’ll tell you later!”

“now,” carlos glances down at you, and then to your intertwined hands, “can i buy you a drink?”

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★ OVERVIEW

HI MIRO !! hru babygirl 💓 omg i read ur req and ur the cutest thing ever ?? you and sakura would definitely be the perfect match. im not sure how to sum up your dynamic to a simple trope so I’ll simply describe it: I think you’re 100% right about your perception of sakura. apart from the fact that I don’t think he thinks that much about experiencing romantic love, I DO agree that when the thought crosses his mind he can’t help but feel unworthy for it. He’s the type who wouldn’t believe you liked him if you confess to him, simply because he believes he’s undeserving of your love </3. i think you’re a gentle lover; sakura triggers your nurturing side and you can’t help but try to prove him wrong through various acts of affection. i think you’re the kind of person he needs by his side 100%

Q1 — HOW DID YOU FIRST MEET ?

you met sakura while he was on patrol around furin. your pet rabbit went missing and you were searching around for it when you bumped into him. at first you’re apologizing profusely, but you stop mid sentence when you notice his two toned hair & different colored eyes. you thought he looked pretty so you couldn’t help but stare and the eye contact caused his cheeks to flush. “what are you staring at ?!” His words snap you out of his trance and you’re apologizing once again 🧍‍♂️

he’s about to leave but you notice his furin crest and grab him by the arm without thinking—he’s flustered at first, but you explain your situation and he calms down. he grumbles that it’s basically his duty so he’ll help you out, but between you and me that’s not the only thing going through his head </3. he thinks you’re cute—like really cute. you’re wearing a white floral sun dress and you look straight out of a shoujo manga. with blushing cheeks he follows along as you lead him to the last place you’d seen your bunny rabbit.

thing is, unknown to sakura you thought he was really cute too. you wanted to ask for his number but you were a bit shy too, and the fact that he seemed in a hurry to leave didn’t exactly motivate you (he was just flustered, damn). after sakura leaves you’re a bit sad because you doubt you’ll see him again anytime soon and unfortunately you were right. furin is a small town so any day you left your home you secretly hoped you’d bump into the two toned boy who’s name you didn’t get to catch. a few months later you bump into sakura at a grocery store (he was buying seeds for ume btw <3) and this time you’re determined not to let him escape so easily.

Q3 — WHO FELL FIRST & WHO FELL HARDER ?

i think who fell first is pretty blurry with you guys. i want to say you both fell in love around the same time, but ngl i think with you two there was always some kind of attraction ? this goes back to your first meeting. ever since that day you’d been curious about sakura, and you as well had never left his mind. when you two finally met again and eventually became friends i think there was this spark between you both that everyone (except you two) could see. suo would always tease sakura about you and he’d bashfully dodge any rumors, and when your friends teased you it was the same. i feel like everyone could see you two obviously liked each other, but you and sakura refused to see it 🤦‍♀️ the fact that you’d overheard sakura denying to his friends that he didn’t like you certainly didn’t help things either.

i’d say that at first you seemed to have fallen harder, but some months down the road it became the other way around. if i’m being honest i’d say you’re both idiots in love (affectionate <3) but in the beginning it seemed less obvious on sakura’s end because he’s just so not used to being in a relationship. he was always pretty reserved, rarely texted first or initiated anything, and so you had to take the lead. why i say it became the other way around is because i feel like sakura eventually began to relax. he became less scared of receiving affection or getting attached. when he overcomes this fear i think it becomes more obvious he loves you; he shows it by getting you little things that remind him of you, picking up extra snacks from konoha’s, actually kissing you back, etc. actually i think i’m gonna end this by saying you’re both very in love with each other, rather than saying one fell harder than the other 💘

Q10 — AT WHAT MOMENT DID THEY FALL IN LOVE ?

sakura’s another person who falls gradually in love i think. i feel like it first started with him warming up to you, but ofc even that took forever. he’s always really blushy around women in general i fear, but the fact that even after you became friends he still always seemed on edge confused you. i think sakura really began falling in love with you though when others started to help him see it : nirei would always ask him about you, and suo would tease him by referring to you as his girlfriend. of course he’d always deny it, but after suo sat him down to seriously ask sakura if he actually had feelings for you, though he said no he began to ponder the question. immediately he tells himself no, but he can’t help but notice you more after the conversation: the way your eyes gleam when you eat something sweet, how you’re always ready to help a friend in need, how your expression always melts into a smile whenever you see him. even though at this point sakura knows he doesn’t like you in the same way he likes his other friends from furin, i 100% don’t think he ever realizes he’s in love, at least not on his own. it takes another conversation with suo before he’s able to put a label on the warm feeling in his chest.

Q15 — WHAT DO YOU LOVE MOST ABOUT HIM ?

his tsundere personality. you think it’s the cutest thing ever frankly. at first, i won’t say you disliked it but you definitely found it confusing. sakura would say one thing, but his expression and actions would say the complete opposite. now that you’re dating, you can’t help but find it adorable : you ask him for a kiss and he grumbles, but he shyly cups your cheeks and presses his lips to your own regardless. the whole time his eyes never meet your, and you have to do everything in your power to stop yourself from laughing. when sakura notices your suppressed giggles, trust that he gets all defensive, but you don’t mind. you simply pull him in for another peck on the lips to shut his whiny self up <3

#SAKUMIRO CORE !

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