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pucksandpower · 1 month ago

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Pulled Over

Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: in which Lando’s birthday celebration continues in his car and a police officer gets far more of a show than he bargained for … but it’s not your fault, okay?

Warnings: 18+ content

Note: I woke up to five separate asks in my inbox requesting I post something for Lando’s birthday so … happy birthday 🫶

The engine rumbles beneath you as Lando deftly maneuvers his McLaren through the streets of London. The two of you are headed home after a fancy birthday dinner, still dressed to the nines in your best evening wear.

You steal a glance over at Lando, his brow furrowed in concentration as he navigates the city traffic. Even after all these years together, your heart still flutters a bit when you look at him. The way the crisp lines of his button-up accentuate his athletic build, the slight curl to his hair, the intensity in his eyes as he drives ...

Lando must sense you watching him because he flashes you a roguish grin. “See something you like, love?”

You laugh, feeling your cheeks flush slightly. “You know I do.”

His grin widens and he winks at you before turning his eyes back to the road. You reach over and rest your hand on his thigh, absentmindedly tracing little circles with your fingertips.

Lando shifts in his seat, clearing his throat. “As much as I’m enjoying your … attention, you might want to rein it in a bit until we get home.”

“And if I don’t want to?” You tease, sliding your hand higher up his leg.

He lets out a small hiss of air through his teeth. “Then I can’t be held responsible for getting us pulled over for reckless driving.”

“Is that a promise?” You lean across the console, your face just inches from his, and murmur, “Maybe I want to get pulled over ...”

Lando groans. “You’re killing me here.”

Feeling emboldened, you press your lips to the side of his neck in a soft kiss. He shudders, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.

“Y/N ...” he warns, but his voice is strained.

You trail kisses along his jaw line, nipping at the sensitive skin just below his ear. Lando’s breath is coming in shallow bursts now and you can’t help but smirk in satisfaction at reducing him to this state.

Without warning, the McLaren swerves as Lando abruptly pulls over to the side of the road, throwing the car into park. Before you can react, his hands are on you, pulling you into a searing kiss. You melt against him, twining your arms around his neck as his tongue slips into your mouth.

He breaks away just long enough to growl in your ear, “If you’re that desperate to get pulled over, I’m happy to oblige.”

Then his lips crash into yours again with bruising intensity. You whimper into the kiss, desire coiling hot and tight in your belly. Lando’s arms wrap around your waist, hauling you halfway across the console and into his lap.

You straddle his hips, bunching the fabric of your dress up around your thighs as you grind shamelessly against him. Lando moans into your mouth, his fingers digging almost painfully into your sides.

His lips travel down to your throat, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin there until you’re arching against him with soft cries of pleasure. One of his hands slides up underneath the hem of your dress to caress the bare skin of your thigh while the other deftly works at the buttons of his shirt.

You push his jacket off his shoulders, letting it puddle on the floor of the car, and rake your nails down his now bare chest. Lando hisses in response, bucking his hips upwards. You can feel his hardness straining against the confines of his trousers and you rock back to provide some delicious friction.

“Bloody hell, love,” he growls. “You’re going to be the death of me one of these days.”

Before you can retort, a sharp rap on the window has you both freezing. You look up to find a police officer peering in at the two of you with an utterly gobsmacked expression on his face.

For a long, awkward moment, no one moves or makes a sound. Then the officer seems to recover, clearing his throat loudly.

“I’m ah … going to need you two to step out of the vehicle,” he calls out in his thick London accent.

You and Lando quickly disentangle yourselves, rushing to straighten your clothing and trying in vain to look presentable. Lando takes a steadying breath before cranking down the window.

“Evening, officer,” he says, all polite charm despite his face still being delightfully flushed. “We’re terribly sorry about this, you see-”

But the cop cuts him off, his eyes going wide in apparent recognition. “Blimey! You’re Lando Norris! The race car driver!”

Lando blinks in surprise, then breaks into a lopsided grin, clearly trying to use the situation to his advantage. “The one and only. Look, this is dreadfully embarrassing but-”

“Oh I’m a massive fan, mate!” The cop practically vibrates with excitement now, running a hand through his thinning hair. “Could I … could I get your autograph? And maybe a selfie? That’d be brilliant!”

You catch Lando’s eye and have to stifle a laugh at the incredulous yet hopeful look he gives you. He shrugs fractionally before turning back to the smitten officer with an easy smile.

“Of course, absolutely! Let me hop out and we can get that sorted, yeah?”

A few minutes later, the three of you are posing for a selfie, Lando sandwiched between you and the cop who is gazing at him with unabashed awe. You struggle not to crack up as Lando slings one arm casually around each of your shoulders for the picture.

“Cheers, thank you so much!” The cop beams as he lowers his phone to get a look at the photo. “My son is gonna go bonkers when I show him this.”

“Not a problem at all, happy to do it.” Lando gives the man a friendly pat on the shoulder. “Listen, we’d best be off but thanks for being a good sport about this whole … misunderstanding.”

The cop nods eagerly. “Same to you! And uh, maybe try to keep things legal next time, eh?” He winks exaggeratedly at Lando before tipping his cap at you. “G’night now!”

“Oh my god,” you wheeze, doubling over in peals of helpless laughter. “I can’t — we just-”

“Hey, at least you didn’t have to tell your dad how his little girl got arrested,” Lando points out with a wry quirk of his lips.

That only sets off another round of laughter. Breathless, you flop back against the sleek McLaren, tears of mirth streaking your carefully made-up face. Lando joins you, shoulders quaking and eyes bright with lingering amusement.

“We’re never living this down,” you snort, thumping your head repeatedly against the cool glass. “Literally caught with our pants down. So much for your pristine image.”

“Please,” he scoffs, draping an arm carelessly over the back of your seat and regarding you with a fond, heated look that has your skin prickling all over again. “Like anyone’s actually going to believe some random cop over a devilishly charming Formula 1 driver.”

Your laughter fades to a simmering warmth as Lando leans in, mouth barely a hairsbreadth from yours. “Now c’mere, you gorgeous thing. I wasn’t done showing my appreciation.”

All other comments immediately fly out of your mind and you melt bonelessly against him, tangling your fingers in the soft hair at the nape of his neck.

When you finally break apart, you’re both panting softly, your foreheads pressed together. Lando’s gaze is dark and full of unmistakable want.

“I still need you,” he murmurs roughly, skimming his fingers along your jawline. “I need to be inside you, touching every inch of you ...”

You shiver at the raw desire in his tone, feeling a fresh wave of arousal sweep through you. “What are you waiting for then?”

Lando growls low in his throat and suddenly you’re being whirled around and pressed up against the side of the McLaren. His mouth finds yours again in a branding kiss, all heat and urgency. You arch against him with a soft whimper, your nails scratching lightly down his back.

His hands are everywhere, caressing, squeezing, setting your nerves on fire. The hard line of his body pins you deliciously in place as his hips grind against yours in a maddening tease. You tear your lips from his with a desperate whine, throwing your head back against the car.

“Lando, please ...” you beg breathlessly. “I can’t wait anymore, I need you now.”

For once, the cheeky racer seems to be at a loss for words. His eyes burn with pure hunger as he takes you in — flushed cheeks, tousled hair, chest heaving with every ragged breath. Then he’s on you again, shedding you of your clothes with skilled efficiency until you’re deliciously bare before him.

His calloused fingers trail down your sides, across your stomach, skimming torturously along your hipbones. You bite your lip to stifle a moan, hyper aware of how exposed you are in the open night air. Every nerve ending feels electrified beneath Lando’s scorching touch.

“So gorgeous,” he rasps, dipping his head to drag his tongue along the swell of your breast. “And all mine.”

“Yours,” you confirm in a breathy whine. “Now stop teasing me and-”

You’re abruptly cut off as Lando surges up to claim your mouth again, stealing what little breath you had left. Not that you’re complaining — any thought process instantly wipes out under the intoxicating assault of his lips, his tongue, his hands roaming hungrily over your naked body.

In one smooth motion, he hitches your legs up around his waist, supporting you easily against the solid strength of the car. You clutch at his shoulders with a desperate keen as the hard ridge of his length nudges against your molten core.

Lando breaks the heated kiss just enough to murmur against your lips, “Hold on tight, love.”

Then he sheaths himself in one powerful thrust and you cry out at the incredible fullness, at finally having him buried to the hilt inside you. For a moment you’re suspended in that blissful eternity of feeling so perfectly joined together, your harsh breaths mingling in the barely-there space between your faces.

Then Lando starts to move and the world whites out around the edges.

Time becomes a blur of searing kisses, shared moans, and the slick slide of sweat-dampened skin against skin. Every roll of Lando’s hips has you clinging to him, chasing that burning crest of pleasure. He pounds into you with relentless pace, cursing softly with each shallow thrust.

You’re rapidly unraveling, reduced to a whimpering mess under his eager attentions. Stars are bursting behind your eyelids with each mind-numbing drive of his shaft, each searing brush against that utterly perfect spot inside you. You dig your nails into the straining muscles of Lando’s back, silently begging him for more, always more.

“That’s it, let go for me,” he pants harshly in your ear. “Let me hear you ...”

As if in response, your release suddenly crests in a blinding wave of pure euphoria. You throw your head back against the car with a broken cry, every muscle drawn exquisitely taut for a handful of heartbeats. Then the tension shatters and you’re boneless, sagging limply against Lando as sparks of bliss continue to pulse through your veins.

Lando only lasts a few more erratic thrusts before he’s following you over that edge with a guttural groan, his hips stuttering against yours. He slumps forward, forehead pressed into the crook of your neck as he trembles through the aftershocks.

For a long while, the only sounds are your mingled panting breaths in the stillness of the night. You card your fingers through Lando’s damp curls, savoring the pleasant ache coursing through your thoroughly ravaged body.

Eventually, Lando lifts his head to gaze at you with sparkling eyes and a massive, self-satisfied grin. You laugh softly, bopping him lightly on the nose with one finger.

“So much for subtlety.”

He snorts at that, leaning in to nuzzle against your neck, pressing a few light kisses to the sensitive skin there.

“Please, you’re one to talk. I seem to recall you started this whole debacle.”

You let out a soft hum of contentment, enjoying the solid weight of him against you. “Well, in my defense, how was I supposed to resist you looking like sin on legs in that suit?”

Lando pulls back with a wicked glint in his eyes, running his hands idly up and down your sides. “In that case, consider me your own personal occupational hazard.”

You throw your head back with a peal of laughter. “Unbelievable. You’ve got an answer for everything, haven’t you?”

Lando’s grin softens into something fonder as he gazes up at you adoringly. “Only for you, my love. Only for you.”

He leans up to capture your lips in a sweet, lingering kiss that leaves you feeling warm and cherished all the way down to your bones. As you settle more comfortably against him, tangled up in a perfect post-coital haze, you can’t help but think how lucky you are to have found someone like Lando.

Someone who can make you laugh until your sides ache one minute and then have you trembling with unbearable desire the next.

Someone who loves you fiercely and without reservation.

Someone you would gladly get arrested with if it meant never having to be apart.

With a contented sigh, you tuck yourself further into the protective circle of Lando’s arms, savoring this stolen moment of bliss with the love of your life. Even with the crisp night breeze wrapping around your tangled, sweat-dampened forms, you’ve never felt so perfectly warm.

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girlgenius1111 · 7 months ago

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revelations

alexia + león!r's secret relationship comes to light no warnings! enjoy 🫶🏻

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“Ale!” You shouted, scrolling frantically through your phone, through photo after photo of you and Alexia at the beach the other day. They all bordered on too friendly, or at least they seemed that way to you. The panic in your tone was clear, and Alexia felt her stomach drop in the bedroom. She’d been putting away some laundry when you’d shouted for her, but she was running towards you without a second thought.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” she asked, sliding in her socks on the hardwood floor slightly as she made it into the living room. You looked okay, physically, although your face was contorted with anxiety and fear.

Wordlessly, you held your phone out towards her. Alexia crossed the room in two long strides, grabbing the phone and beginning to scroll. “Oh.” She said.

And if you had been anxious before, it was nothing compared to how you felt now. Was she upset with you? The beach had been your idea, your terrible, terrible idea. Alexia looked upset, and your thoughts began to spiral further. Did she not want anyone to know about your relationship for more reasons than just being afraid of your sister? Was she really not as into you as you thought and going public would be a mess that wasn’t worth it? Did she really even love you?

“Amor?” Alexia said. You looked up at her, seeing her brows furrowed as she gazed down at you. You realized she had said your name a few times, but you’d been too lost in your own head to notice. “Talk to me.” Her voice was gentle as she took a seat next to you, dropping your phone onto the sofa and taking your hand in hers.

Alexia knew how you could be, and the best thing she could do for you when you got anxious was just listen. Sometimes you could talk yourself down, and other times she’d do it for you, but having her listen without judgment always seemed to help, at least a little bit.

“Are you upset about the photos?” You asked, instead of listing out every insecurity that had just popped into your head. Alexia did not know how deeply unworthy of her you felt, and she never would if you could help it.

Your girlfriend thought for a minute. “Not upset about the photos. I am… upset because you are upset.”

“You aren’t mad that I made us go to the beach?”

“Amor, you did not make us do anything. We just went to the beach. We are allowed to do that. I am upset that you are so anxious, I am not upset with you.”

“People are going to see these, Alexia.”

“I know that. We’ll deal with it, however you want.”

You chewed on your lip for a minute. “And if I wanted to tell people? About us?” You asked, voice small and hesitant. Alexia felt her heart melt as she gently cupped your cheek, tilting your face to look at her.

“Then we’d tell people. If that is what you want, that is what we will do. I understand why we are keeping it to ourselves, but I would also be very happy for everyone to know that you are mine.”

“Really?”

“Really. I just want you to be happy. That is all I want, and all I need. You, with a beautiful smile on your face.” Alexia whispered, leaning in and very softly pressing a kiss to your lips.

You were a puddle of mush on the sofa at this point, tucking your face into Alexia’s neck and taking a few calming breaths. She held you carefully, as she always did incredibly content to sit with you until you felt better. If Mapi killed her when she found out, oh well. At least she’d gotten a whole year with you first.

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“Hermanita, I am just saying, I can find you a date. It’s been so long since you’ve gone out with anyone.” Mapi was practically shouting, even though the volume in the club wasn’t very loud. She was excited, though, as she always was when she talked about your love life. Your sister was very famous for setting you up with girls, and once you got to know them more, decided they weren’t good enough for you. Which was part of the reason, you and Alexia had yet to tell your sister this was going on.

“No, Mapi.” You said for what felt like the hundredth time, rolling your eyes good naturedly, even as you felt Alexia’s hand grip onto your upper thigh under the table. You peeked at her out of the corner of your eye. Her jaw was set tightly, and you could feel the jealousy coming off her in waves at even the mention of you going on a date with someone else. Mapi was too caught up in listing off people she could set you up with to notice.

Alexia and you were both very tense. Ever since the pictures of you both at the beach had been released, you’d been walking on eggshells around your teammates, wanting to give them nothing that could lead them to believe you were anything more than friends. You’d decided to tell, yes. But you didn’t want people finding out through the pictures, or through walking in on you and Alexia making out in the showers after training. You’d been lucky, so far. No one had brought them up. And so, you hadn’t really thought anyone had taken the leaked pictures seriously. Your teammates definitely hadn’t, but it appeared that some of the fans had. Some of Alexia’s fans, specifically.

This became clear when one of the girls who had been practically glaring at you across the bar all night finally made her approach. Alexia had left your side for just a minute to get you water, always one to push hydration. Your teammates were scattered throughout the bar, and Ingrid and Mapi were only a couple feet away, talking quietly to each other, small smiles on both of their faces.

The girl was by your side very suddenly, almost startling you. She was clearly drunk, but the boldness and anger with which she spoke still shocked you.

“I can’t believe Alexia Putellas would date you. You are not good enough for her. She should be with Jenni, or someone prettier than you. You’re wasting her time.” She slurred, each word feeling like a stab to your already very insecure heart.

You stepped away from her, hearing Pina come to your defense from somewhere next to you, telling the girl to fuck off. Turning around, you almost ran directly into your sister, who had risen along with her girlfriend at the strange girl’s outburst. Her face was contorted with confusion, clearly having heard what the fan had to say. Your reaction spoke volumes, the way your eyes were flooded with tears, and your chest was already beginning to rise and fall rapidly.

It was true, Mapi realized. In the time it took her to come to that conclusion, you were off, sprinting towards the bathroom. They were single bathrooms, thank god, and you made it inside quickly, not bothering to lock the door behind you.

She was right. That girl was right. How could you ever think you were good enough for Alexia. Sweet, beautiful, perfect Alexia. The best person you’d ever known.

It was one of the worst panic attacks you’d had in years, and by the time Mapi slipped in through the bathroom door, you were pretty far gone, only able to hear a faint ringing sound, only able to claw desperately at your chest.

“Hermana, hermana, breathe, you are okay,” Mapi tried, reaching to grab your hand. You only wheezed in response, and Mapi realized you weren’t hearing her. Your sister looked around rather helplessly, her unspoken plea for help being answered almost instantly.

The door opened and in came Ingrid, closely followed by a very frantic Alexia. As soon as the captain spotted you, though, her attention was stolen, no longer thinking about the implications of everyone finding out about your relationship. She was at your side on the filthy floor of the bathroom within a second, carefully grabbing your face in between her hands, and tilting it up towards her.

“I am here, mi amor, I am right here. You have to breathe, cariño, let yourself breathe.”

Alexia, too, realized you weren’t really hearing anything she had to say, so she switched tactics, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you in until your head was resting against her chest. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Ingrid tugging a resistant Mapi out the door of the bathroom, but Alexia only cared for you in that moment.

“I have you, my beautiful girl. I love you, more than anything. Everything is okay. You are safe.”

You managed to come back into yourself, your girlfriend’s voice in your ear the most comforting thing you’d ever heard. You looked up at her, tugging her as close to you as possible, needing to feel more of her. “Ale” you whimpered, watching her face crumble at the sound of her name.

Alexia hated seeing you like this. “Mi preciosa.” She soothed. “I love you, my girl, I love you so much. You are okay.”

Your insecurities quieted for a moment, in favor of something else flooding your mind. Mapi knew. Mapi knew. That her little sister was dating her best friend. You’d seen it on her face, when you turned around to flee the scene. She’d known.

You’d talked about telling Mapi, yes, but now that she knew… you were terrified. What if she was upset? What if it ruined your relationship with your sister, or her relationship with her best friend? What if she made Alexia break up with you?

Your girlfriend could tell very easily that you were spiraling, barely having calmed down in the first place.

“Hey, come back to me. I’m right here, mi amor. Tell me what you’re thinking.” Alexia whispered, her face so close to yours that all you could really see were her eyes, squinted with worry.

You gripped onto her shirt tightly with both your hands. “Mapi knows,” you told her, ridiculously afraid of her reaction.

Alexia nodded slowly. “Ingrid told me when she came and got me. It’s okay, mi amor. We will deal with it.”

“But what if-”

“No what if’s. Tell the what ifs to go away. Just focus on calming down.” Alexia insisted, pressing a light kiss to your cheek. “Can you do that for me?”

You nodded shakily. “Yeah. Just… stay here?”

“I’m not going anywhere.” She promised, tightening her arms around you. “I’m staying right here, with you.”

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Alexia got you up once you’d calmed down further, protectively wrapping an arm around your shoulders, and headed for the exit. As soon as you were both out of the bathroom, though, you were met with the sight of your sister pacing very aggressively around the little hallway just outside the door. Her head snapped up when the door opened, and Ingrid had to hold on to the back of her shirt to stop her from lunging at you, and pulling you into a hug.

She squirmed in Ingrid’s grasp, huffing impatiently, all the while staring daggers at you. You searched her gaze for anger, but you only saw worry.

“María,” Alexia began, pulling you in closer to her side. Mapi didn’t appreciate that, Alexia acting like you needed to be protected from her, and her face turned cloudy.

“No. Alexia. No. How long has this been going on?” Mapi asked, her teeth gritted in a sudden flare of anger. You didn’t deserve to be kept a secret, and that’s exactly what Alexia had done to you.

“María, amiga, I understand you have questions, I do, but your sister is really shaken up, and I’d like to take her home. She gets overstimulated after panic attacks, she shouldn’t be in here.”

Mapi floundered for a minute, filled only with concern for you, tucked away against Alexia’s side.

“María, I just want to go home. We can talk tomorrow.” You said, your voice stuttering over your words. You were still anxious, still shaking, and all you wanted was to go home with your girlfriend, where it was quiet and safe and you could be entirely surrounded by Alexia.

Ingrid squeezed your sister’s hand, and Mapi nodded to herself. “Okay, yeah. Okay hermana. I love you. Take care of her, please, Ale.”

“Of course. I love her, María. I’ve got her.”

Mapi watched as Alexia looked down at you, the softest expression she’d ever seen on her captain’s face.

“Home, mi amor?”

“Yes please.” You whispered. “Your apartment.”

“Whatever you want, my girl.” She promised, before leading you in the direction of the exit.

Mapi had never seen either of you like this. So evidently in love. So happy. And she felt stupid for missing it, and even worse that you’d both felt the need to hide it from her. She turned to Ingrid with tears in her eyes, to which her girlfriend sighed softly.

“Come here.” Ingrid whispered, drawing her girlfriend close to her chest.

“Am I a bad sister? A bad friend? Why wouldn’t they tell me?” Mapi mumbled. Ingrid shook her head.

“No, you are a good sister and a good friend. You have an overprotective streak, María, they probably just wanted to give themselves time together before they told you.” Ingrid assured her.

“I don’t like not knowing things.” Mapi complained quietly.

Ingrid chuckled. “I know you don’t, María min. Now you know, though. And you can talk to them about it tomorrow. We can go to Ale’s and have a conversation.”

“Yeah. Oh god. EW.” Mapi said, quickly growing very disgusted.

“What?” Ingrid wondered, pulling back in concern.

Mapi looked nauseous. “They are sleeping at Alexia’s house together.”

“Maybe your sister is sleeping on the couch.” Ingrid suggested helpfully.

Mapi grinned up at her. “I love you.”

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Alexia barely let you out of her grasp the whole way to the car, and the whole drive home. She kept your hand held tightly in hers. Somewhere in your head, you knew very well that when you were anxious, it made Alexia anxious, but you didn’t have it in you to say anything that would let her know you were okay. You weren’t okay, and you weren’t even really sure you could speak at all. You were much calmer now, physically, but your mind was still a mess. You were shaking, and you did your best to focus on Alexia’s thumb running soothingly over the back of your hand.

Before you knew it, Alexia’s free hand was lightly stroking your cheek, and you looked over at her to realize you had arrived at her home.

“Hi.” She said softly, her hazel eyes earnestly looking into yours. Alexia really did love to watch out for you, even before you were together. She’d always kept an eye on you, at first because you were her best friends’ sister. Eventually, though, she found herself watching you when she didn't have a reason to. And you’d gaze at her right back.

“Hey.” You replied, giving her the best smile you could manage, although it was sure to be very weak and unconvincing.

“Feeling better?”

You shrugged. “A bit.”

Alexia sighed, seeing through your lie, but she smiled at you anyway, kissing your cheek and getting out of the car. She was around the car in a flash, opening the door and offering you a hand.

Once you were in the house, Alexia instructed you to sit on the couch and wait for her to return. You tried to relax into the couch, tried to get your mind off what the girl in the bar had said to you. You don’t think you were very successful, because Alexia was back in what felt like 3 seconds, though she had her hands full.

“Okay. Water, crackers, your medicine and a sweatshirt. And that fun pokey ring.” She said, dumping everything onto the table in front of you, handing the sweatshirt to you first. It was one of hers, one of your favorites, and you pulled it on quickly, trying to covertly inhale the scent of her all over the fabric. Alexia very dutifully handed you the water next. You smiled at her gratefully, eating a few crackers and taking your anxiety medicine. You turned to her, prepared to tell her what had happened as you knew she was probably dying to know, but she turned back to the table, grabbing the acupressure ring. She gently took your hand, sliping the ring onto your finger, smiling to herself when your skin erupted in goosebumps at the sensation.

“Better now?” She asked, lacing her fingers with yours. You nodded, this time telling the truth. “Can you tell me what happened please?”

You nodded again, this time a bit more hesitantly. You didn’t really want to tell her what the girl had said, but you knew you had no choice. “What did Ingrid tell you?”

“She said someone said something to you about me. And that Mapi heard, and knew we were together.”

You thought for a moment. You were a bit torn on how to feel now. On one hand, Alexia had been so entirely perfect, the whole night. She’d gone out of her way to make you feel safe and help you calm down. Your insecurities really didn’t know any bounds, though, and you were still half convinced that the girl had been right.

“What did she say to you?” Alexia wondered, after it was clear you were having a hard time finding the words.

You took a deep breath, tearing your eyes away from your girlfriends as you responded. “She said that she couldn’t believe you were with me. That you should be with someone better, someone prettier. And that I’m wasting your time.”

Alexia was silent for almost an entire minute, long enough for you to look up at her and try to gauge her reaction. She finally spoke when she made eye contact with you. “And you… you believed her? You think she was right?” She asked.

“Do you?” You countered, trying to sound stronger and more confident in her answer than you felt.

“No.” Alexia said, exasperation clear in her voice. “I do not. You are perfect for me. I do not need anyone else, and I do not want anyone else.”

“Right.” You whispered, blinking hard. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have believed her I just-”

“You do not need to apologize for feeling bad that someone said something horrible to you.” Alexia replied, resting her hand under your chin and tilting it up towards her face when you wouldn’t look at her yourself. “I would never be mad at you for being insecure, mi amor. I understand. It just means I do not tell you enough how much I love you.”

“You tell me so often.” You laughed, and Alexia smiled sadly down at you.

“Well, I need to tell you more.” She reiterated, leaning down to brush her lips to yours. “I love you.” She moved her lips to your cheek. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” She continued, pressing kisses to every inch of your face, repeating the words in between every kiss. When she pulled away, whispering a final I love you against your lips, you were quite sure that you believed her. And that you’d never felt more loved in your life.

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“Please come with me.” Mapi begged from the passenger seat.

Ingrid smiled sympathetically. “No, this is something you need to do yourself.”

“My sister gets to have her girlfriend there.” Mapi said grumpily.

“Your sister’s girlfriend is part of the conversation.”

Mapi sighed, turning slightly more serious. “Ingrid, I don’t know what to say.”

“You aren’t the one doing the talking yet, elskling. Hear them out. And then tell them what you think.”

“Right. Okay. I can do this.”

“You can do this.” Ingrid agreed, before unbuckling her girlfriend’s seatbelt for her, as it seemed she wasn’t quite going to take the first step. It was almost entertaining, watching Mapi move like a snail as she grabbed her phone and slowly, slowly, got out of the car.

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“They’ve been in the driveway for like 7 minutes.” You noted, leaning your head on Alexia’s shoulder.

She sipped her coffee, smiling slightly as she gazed out the window with you. “Maybe she is picking out the weapon she is going to kill me with.”

“Don’t say that.” you groaned, wacking your girlfriend on the arm.

“I am just kidding, amor. She isn't going to kill me, or you. It’s all going to be fine.”

You didn’t say anything in response. All you could think was that you hoped to god she was right.

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You’d never seen Mapi so reserved, as she walked through Alexia’s door, and took a seat in the big armchair. You sat on the couch next to Alexia, much farther away than you would have normally sat next to her, but you were trying to ease your sister into this whole thing.

It was awkwardly silent as you all sat looking at each other for a minute, none of you really knowing where to start or what to say.

“How long?” Mapi asked eventually, fixing her gaze on Alexia.

“A year.” You said quietly, the significant amount of time not making you feel any less guilty.

“A year?” Mapi breathed, looking between the two of you incredulously.

“A year last week.” Alexia confirmed. She shifted slightly, sliding her foot across the floor so that her sock squished against yours. Your girlfriend was nervous, you realized.

“Why… why didn’t you tell me? I mean, I understand if this was new and you weren’t telling anyone, but it’s been a year. You’ve never dated anyone for longer than a month, hermanita, why would you keep this from me?”

Alexia opened her mouth to reply, but you recognized the question was directed at you and your sister would not appreciate your girlfriend speaking for you.

“At first, we just wanted to see where things were going. And then… I don’t know. It was just easier not to tell. We didn’t have to deal with anyone’s reactions or opinions that didn’t matter-”

“My opinion does not matter?” Mapi interjected, frowning sadly at you.

“Of course it does, María, I just… I wanted to decide this for myself. Without you being for it or against it, I wanted to decide how I felt about Alexia before anyone told me how I should feel.” You explained, relieved when your sister nodded slightly.

“Me too.” Alexia tacked on, wincing slightly when you stomped on her foot a bit, though her face fell further when Mapi turned to her with a cold glare.

“You have been keeping my sister a secret from everyone. Are you ashamed of her?”

“María!” You yelped, looking horrified at her.

Alexia remained calm, though, keeping steady eye contact with your sister. “No. She is the most important thing to me. We decided to keep it a secret together. I would have told the whole world that I loved her the minute I knew, if it would have made sense. People are still insane about me and Jenni, though, and I did not want her to get caught in the crossfire. It was just easier for both of us if no one knew.”

Mapi looked slightly less angry now.

“We were going to tell you. Next week at brunch, we were going to tell you, Mapi, I promise, this just happened first, and…”

“What that girl said to her,” Mapi began, again looking at your girlfriend with a slightly accusatory expression.

“Is false. Completely and entirely false. I want your sister, and her only. No one else.” Alexia spoke with conviction, and you felt a small smile on your face before you could stop it.

Mapi nodded thoughtfully, then fixed her attention on you. “And you are happy?”

“Yeah. I’m really happy, Mapi.”

“And you? You are happy?” She asked, again looking at Alexia.

“Happier than I’ve ever been in my life.” Your girlfriend said honestly, though you could see the tips of her ears turning slightly red; Alexia never had been good at expressing her feelings.

“Okay then.” Mapi said. “If you are both happy, then I am happy.”

“Really?” You asked, looking skeptically at your sister. She normally made things much more difficult than this.

Mapi just rolled her eyes. “Of course. You are both adults, and I trust you. I don’t think many people are good enough for you, hermanita, but if anyone is… it’s Ale. I guess.” She added the last part when Alexia looked close to tears. They weren’t expressive friends, normally showing their appreciation for each other through actions rather than words.

You stood, walking over to your sister and pulling her into a tight hug. “Thank you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, María, but I’m really really glad you know.”

“Yeah, yeah. I love you.” Mapi said gruffly, ruffling your hair like she used to do when you were much younger. As you flattened it back down with an annoyed look thrown at your sister, Alexia moved forward, pulling her best friend into a hug.

When Mapi whispered in her ear, Alexia wasn’t surprised at all. “If you hurt her, I will tear you limb from limb, Putellas. I mean it.”

Alexia knew she did.

And she had every intention of never hurting you, for as long as she lived. The ring she’d brought way too soon that sat in her sock drawer was evidence of that. The baby names she sometimes thought of when she lay awake at night were evidence. The way she looked at you, though, like you lit up every corner of her life, was the best evidence.

When Alexia tugged you into a hug next, Mapi knew from the way that her friend looked at you, that this was different. This was going to be forever. You were happy, and you were with her best friend, and there wasn’t much of a problem your sister could have with that. If you got married and changed your name to Putellas, though. That’s where she’d draw the line.

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hope you enjoyed 🙂

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emmyrosee · 10 months ago

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hiya emmyy

i’m in love with your soft bf!sukuna pieces they’re just, melting me into a puddle of simp- so.. i saw your post abt angst so what would you think abt sukuna and y/n arguing, and making up after that? i dunno why but i’m just picturing him texting you to eat your meals and drink water and take your meds, even tho he acts like he doesn’t care at all 🫣 (did i js want that in bf? yes )

thank you so much for providing a lots of pieces for simps like me (who pretty much simp over anyone they can) and i might show up in your notifications bombarding your posts with likes but i hope you don’t mind ;)

hope you’re having a good day (and get good rest, water, food (and meds if you take them!)) <3

-sky :)

SUKUNA ANGST BUT HIM BEING DOTING MY BELOVED 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

When you banish him to the couch for the night, he merely scoffs and grabs his pillow to make his way for it, but he hears your soft cries and his heart breaks just enough to make whatever you were fighting about seem beyond unimportant.

He takes his phone out to scroll on through it, trying to distract himself from the situation, too stubborn to fully cave into the guilt. But then he sees the time, and he sends you a text.

SENT don’t forget to take your medicine.

I think there’s a bottle of gatorade in the fridge. Drink that and have one of my protein shakes, since we didn’t eat tonight

dummy 🙄 why do you care?

SENT because I still fucking love you?? Duh??

Fights aren’t going to change that fact, idiot

He clicks his phone off and lays an arm over his eyes to block out the automatic lamp and the moonlight that creeps in from the curtains and into the big living room, and he tries not to look as you come stalking back out of the bedroom and approach him.

“You remembered that I have to take my meds,” you swallow thickly.

He scoffs, “and?”

He hears you shuffle awkwardly, “we’ve just… been fighting so long, I thought you would’ve forgotten, too- because I did.”

Now, he finally peeks at you from his arm, “I’m never going to forget something that important. You know that.”

He watches as you timidly, raise a hand to lay on his thigh, thumb stroking the muscle lovingly, “I’m sorry I banished you to the couch.” You look down in shame, “I never want us to go to bed separate… I don’t want to be the couple that does this, who needs to do this.”

“I didn’t do this,” he grumbles.

“I know; but I only did it because I was hurt, Sukuna. Please understand where I was coming from.”

This makes his heart jerk and tighten, his arm finally coming down to look at you fully, and with a click of his tongue, he reaches down to lace his hand with yours, and he sighs, “I know I’m not the easiest guy to work shit out with, so I get it.”

You sniffle, “Will you… maybe… come back to bed? With me?”

He ponders his options for a minute. He could go back to bed, condition you into thinking that it was okay and you’ll always pull this crap on him. But you look so sad, so heartbroken and wearing your heart on your sleeve-

And hey. Maybe he likes watching you grovel a little bit.

He clicks his tongue and makes a move to get you off his legs, and you smile excitedly. “Alright,” he gruffs. “Pull this shit again though, and I’m sleeping on the porch swing at ma’s.”

You nod your head, and as he sits up, he plants a kiss to your knuckles, squeezing your hand lovingly.

“I’m serious.”

“I know you are, Kuna.”

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luveline · 1 year ago

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hey luv (haha) bombshell!reader lives rent free in my head and I have a lil request for you 🫶🏽 can you write spencer calling reader a nickname for the first time and how flustered she gets? especially in front of the team I would ashdfkflsjah i feel like she always teases him with baby, handsome, etc. and he just turns red but when it’s his turn for (non malicious) payback she melts into a puddle of 🥹🫦 and forgets how to act 🥲 thank you queen ily 🫰🏼

thank you! this isn't in front of the team but i can def do that if that was the most important part, ly ♡ fem

"What's that?" you ask, peering over Spencer's shoulder.

He turns his face to yours, sneaking a kiss against the curve of your neck. Your breath catches at his affection. "It's online shopping," he answers. "Have you seen it? They deliver your parcel the next day, apparently."

You like the sound of that, wheeling your chair next to Spencer's to sit at his desk side by side. You're in the midst of a very rare occasion in which there's no case and no paperwork. It won't last long, and you and your teammates are using these spare hours like a paid vacation. You deserve it (even if it isn't technically moral).

"What are you buying?" you ask, squinting at his glaring screen.

His gaze flashes between you and the monitor. He turns the brightness down for you. "You need new socks, right?"

"Don't buy me socks."

"Why not?"

"Because I can buy my own socks?"

"But I can also buy you socks. I felt bad this morning when I didn't have any matching pairs to lend to you. I'll buy you a big pack and this way you'll always have socks when you need them."

"Spence, that's so sweet," you say, your hand on his bicep, thumb stroking a line he likely can't feel over his layers. "You really don't have to, though. I kind of like the odd sock look."

Spencer looks down at your shoes. Your socks are mostly hidden. Despite what you've said, you don't like wearing odd ones, it doesn't fit your perfectly kept image, but you like Spencer a whole lot.

"No, you don't, and that's fine." He clicks on the Buy Now button, a twenty four pack of black and white crew socks jumping into his cart. "What else should we get?"

"We?" you ask, leaning back.

You've barely lifted your left leg when Spencer grabs you by the knee and drapes it over his right. "You never have the stuff you need when you come over. We may as well get it all done now while we have time."

"Are you serious?" you murmur, a slight pout to your lips.

Spencer's eyes dart down, catch, and lift back to yours. He sounds soft as you do as he says, "Of course I am. Am I being too forward?"

"You're never too forward. I'm too forward enough for both of us, Spence. But you don't have to buy me things, I can get all of this stuff myself and bring it with me."

"What kind of boyfriend does that make me?"

You can't believe he's your boyfriend. You could scream. "The most adorable one ever?" And that's just the half of it. Spencer Reid has a penchant for ignoring his own good looks. He could've been a super model if the whole genius thing didn't work out. "I need a pillow, then. If we're doing this Reid, let's do it. But I'm paying for my stuff."

"Okay, angel. Whatever you say."

You almost miss it, his pet name. Your brain assumes sarcasm, but when you play it back, there's only a soft giving in, like he'd do anything you asked him to just because it's you. Because you're an angel.

You've called him so many pet names and though you knew they flustered him, you're thinking maybe the team was right, and that you were torturing him the whole time. You melt like a little square of butter in the middle of a frying pan, limp in your seat and uncomfortably warm. Angel. It inspires the want to be saccharinely sweet to him, and you would if you could regain your strength.

You huff a breath up your hot face in hopes of cooling down.

"What kind of pillow? Do you want a really soft one? They have hypoallergenic, or down feather." He looks at you sideways. "You can't pay for this, it's too expensive."

"It's sixteen dollars," you say, feeling submerged.

"Exactly. Are you okay? You look uncomfortable."

"I'm feeling a bit hot, suddenly. Hot flush."

Spencer abandons the computer and his online activities to unbutton the top button of your shirt, and then the second, his hands achingly gentle against your collar. "I'll buy a fan," he says, one hand trailing down your arm soothingly as the other searches for paper. "But for now."

He fashions you an origami fan and fans you diligently. It works for a time, but you remember the dulcet cadence of his voice and the delicate way he strung the syllables together as though 'angel' were the name you were given at birth, and you feel warm all over again.

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inuyashaluver · 1 year ago

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hiii i was wondering if u could write mccabe and just some couples fluff but the reader is also captain/part of arsenal?? pls ignore if u arent taking any requests 🫶🏼🫶🏼

captain’s armband- katie mccabe

katie mccabe x reader

description: in which kim and leah both are out, meaning you are next in line for the captain’s armband, your girlfriend didn’t realise how much it has an affect in her

warnings: suggestive, swearing

a/n: this was so fun!! thank you for the request ❤️ enjoy!!!

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your arsenal captain, kim was out due to a minor injury. regularly, the next captain position was leah, but due to her acl injury, she was also out. next in line, was you. your girlfriend couldn’t be more excited.

you’ve been at arsenal all your life. playing in the youth teams alongside many of your current team mates. your girlfriend, katie joined arsenal in 2015, she had the fattest crush on you. you held yourself well, confident, but not cocky. the sweetest person ever but absolutely ruthless on the pitch, scoring goals one after the other.

your friendship sailed and formed into a romantic relationship when katie passed you a ball and you got a goal. running to each other immediately, embracing each other tightly, much too long to be platonic. she grabbed the back of your head to whisper in your ear, “let me take you on a date? please” you nodded frantically and gave her another hug, your teammates making eye contact with each other with knowing smiles. the rest, is history.

-present-

you never had the opportunity to use the captain’s band, katie didn’t even know you were third in line after 8 years of dating.

everyone was getting dressed in the change room, katie chatting with caitlin in the corner as you shrugged on your kit. kim came and stood behind you, limping. she placed a hand on your shoulder and turned you around.

“oh no kimmy, still injured?” you frown at your captain, “yeah, love, now my little superstar, take over for me and leah and give ‘em hell” she placed the captain’s armband in your hand, and she closed your hand around it, giving your hand a squeeze of encouragement.

“for you and leah” you smile at her and she nods, moving to go and sit with leah and the acl club the the stands. you put the armband on your bicep and go to stand at the front of the line in the tunnel. katie, still in the change room couldn’t find you anywhere, “anyone seen me girlfriend anywhere”

alessia, your cubby mate tells katie you’ve gone to the tunnel and she goes to find you immediately. you must be upset about something, as you didn’t give her your pregame kiss.

katie spots you in the tunnel, talking to the captain of the opposition. she quirks her eye brow in confusion. “hey! missy! who do you think you are? leaving me alone like that!” katie exclaims and you turn towards her, smiling and excusing yourself from the other captain.

when you turned to katie, her mouth hung open. the captain’s armband shining on your bicep.

“baby, oh. my. god.” she runs her hands on her face and turns her body away from you.

“what’s up katie bear?” (you only said this nickname in private - katie’s reputation would be ruined if people knew her soft spot was your pet names)

you were standing in front of her, she refused to move her hands, she couldn’t look at you. you grabbed her arms and tried to pull them down, she wouldn’t budge. “baby, are you alright?” you spoke so softly at her, she swore she was melting in a puddle. you kept your hands on her arms, rubbing them gently with your thumbs.

“baby, come on look at me” you plead, she gently opens her fingers, just so you can only see her eyes in between her hands. she instantly closes her eyes when she looks at the band again.

you make a noise of understanding, “ahhh, my lovely katie bear likes my new look, huh?” you coo and she groans at you. she finally moves her hands from her very red face and places them on your waist, pulling you close to her body.

“you’re so awful to me, this is possibly one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed, and you don’t even warn me. some fucking girlfriend you are.”

you then get pulled into the hallway, katie pinning you up against the wall and placing a passionate kiss on your lips.

she squeezed your hip and groaned into your mouth, you gasp and she uses the opportunity to move her tongue in sync with your own. you grab the back of her neck and leaned up into her, slightly grinning into the kiss. it was full of so much emotion and passion. you could tell that she was frantic, knowing that you were needed in about two minutes. you pull away from her, placing your hands on her chest distancing yourself away from her.

“woah, should I ask kim for her spare band, I didn’t realise it affected you this much” you smirk at her, turning into surprise when she nods her head enthusiastically at you. “I-I was joking”

“baby, you’re killing me” she throws her head back looking at the ceiling, hands on her hips. you grab her hand in yours, “come on mccabe, go and line up.” you stand on your tippy toes to whisper in her ear, “captain’s orders.”

she groans again, “awful woman you are” she shakes her head at you, you laugh at her actions.

you made it on the pitch. katie watched you the entire time, you doing any sort of captain activity had her weak at the knees. “mccabe, have you got a captain kink or something?” alessia claps her on the back, katie looks at her over her shoulder,

“fuck off russo” she paused, “maybe a little bit” alessia screams covering her ears, “my innocence!!” katie pushes her away red in the face.

the game was going well, the encouragement from katie somehow making you play even better than usual. you play in the midfield, and managed to gain possession, you saw katie running up and it was a no brainer, you passed to your girl. the pass was perfect, connecting accurately. katie decided to go for it and shoots from a long distance, she got the goal.

you squeak in excitement when she lifts you up on her waist, “oh my god I love you, my captain” she winks at you, “oh baby! you’re so cute.” you grab her face in your hands place a quick kiss on her lips, she smiles up into you. loving when you take control for once. she really needs to take this captain’s band home with her.

the game concludes, arsenal up 4-1. you exchange hugs and handshakes with the opposition. kim and leah come and find you. leah puts you in a headlock while kim taps the top of your head. “well done love!” kim exclaims, leah can’t stop smiling at you, they were both so proud of you. no one is prouder than katie though.

you stood there talking to them a little longer until katie sweeps you up bridal style and smiles down at you.

“my little captain! baby I’m so proud of you” she kisses your nose, you smile up at her,

“okay but my girl’s a goal scorer, I’m even more proud.” she looks at you offended, suddenly placing you on the floor.

“are you really gonna start this argument? I’ll win” she scoffs, starting again,

“I’m so proud of you baby, I mean you’re captain come on!” her hands are back on her hips, she’s looking down at you, her words and gaze are stern.

“for a day baby, but lovey, you got a goal! I’m so proud of you, are you kidding?” you gently shove her shoulder

“captaincy though baby-”

“enough!” alessia appears out of nowhere, “just be proud of each other! oh my god, you’re made for each other. ” she walks away after pushing you into her

katie smiles down at you, giving you a tight hug, hiding her face in your neck, kissing your shoulder. “come on, let’s get my girl home” katie says in her thick Irish accent and grabs your hand pulling you into the change room, stopping to sign a few shirts and taking some pictures with fans. many congratulating you for your position, even if it was for one day.

in the change room, people were in the shower or chatting and waiting for one. you take off the band and your shirt, leaving you in your sports bra. a hand grabs the band from behind you, placing a hand you know all too well on your hip. you turn and see katie putting the band on herself. your mouth hung open. “like my new look?”

“uh-um katie, I get what you mean now, baby” she laughs at you and grabs the base of your neck, whispering in your ear, “let’s just shower at home and get out of here.”

you nod your head at her, and she hoists you up over her shoulder, grabbing both of your bags and heading to her car. everyone laughs as you wave goodbye. katie was on a mission, getting you both home as quick as she could.

let’s just say, you both took turns showing your affection for your lover in the captain’s band. Kim was never getting it back. ⋆ ★ ⋆ ★ ⋆ ★ ⋆ ★ ⋆

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dearpyramus · 4 months ago

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BIGGEST CONGRATS EVER ON 100 FOLLOWERS MY FRIEND!!!!

Can I get “wiping off a food stain near their lip” and “comparing hand sizes” with Carmy? 🫶🏻🫶🏻

a/n: IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET TO U OLIVE BESTIE. also apologies this isn't the best, band camp destroyed my motivation but im trying. hope u enjoyed though <33

You were in bed with Carly, sleepy after a nice meal made by him. These were your favorite days. It was just you guys. So simple yet so domestic. You hoped there were more days like these to come.

You were lying on your side, cradling part of his chest. You were rambling about your day while he played with your hand, fingers tracing the lines of your palms as if to memorize them. At one point he placed his large palm against yours and chuckled at the size difference.

"Cute..." he murmured, his voice gruff with sleep.

He didn't notice how red your face got. Normally you didn't get flustered easily. There was something about him that could always get you red as a tomato. Instead, you opted to roll your eyes and playfully nudge him.

"Shut up", you chuckled, secretly meaning the exact opposite.

You could feel his chest shake with a small laugh. It caused your heart to swell, the sound of his laugh was always like music to your ears.

You turned your face to his. He smiled at you with sleepy eyes. God, he looked so precious right now. You wouldn't say that out loud though.

His expression changed when he saw your furrowed brows. Before he could speak, you reached out to his face. You cradled his cheek and rubbed your thumb at the corner of his mouth, swiping away a food stain from dinner. The action was so simple yet so intimate.

A calloused hand cradled yours, gently taking it to plant a kiss on your palm. You were just about ready to melt into a puddle. Who knew Carmen Berzatto was such a softie?

#the bear #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #carmen blurb #cass writes #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x y/n #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x you #carmy berzatto x y/n #the bear fx #mutuals: olive

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gingerjunhan · 1 year ago

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how xdinary heroes shows affection

☆彡 Hi everyone! I’m back with an ot6 fic :) I really loved writing this one! Make sure you check out my most recent update

word count: 1,234 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: the link in Gaon’s is safe!!, lmk if I missed anything!

goo gunil

first things first: PDA

Gunil strikes me as a big PDA guy

always holding your hand

leaning his head on your shoulder

wrapping an arm around your waist

not in a super clingy away, just to reassure himself that you’re still here

if that makes sense

I also feel like Gunil would get really jealous- but that’s a story for another time

around his band mates, Gunil doesn’t let up on the affection

again, he’s not clinging to you

he’s just very comfortable with showing affection because he’s in a room with all the people he loves :)

prolonged hugs

I can picture him wrapping his arms around you from behind as you cook or something?

very very sweet boy

alone however?

he can get a little clingy

he’s practically flopping down on top of you

pulling you close

showering you in kisses and praise 🫶🏻

he’s such a sweetheart and he makes my heart melt and ugh I love him

kim jungsu

Jungsu would like minimal PDA

he would hold your hand for sure

everything else would just be up to what you both are comfortable with!

I can imagine Jungsu wanting to have a long, in depth conversation with you about boundaries when it comes to PDA and what you’re both comfortable with

this would carry over to his time around the other members

he’s hugging you

maybe cuddling you during group movie night?

I should write a family movie night story oooo

kissing your cheek

he’s the cutest of all cuties 🥹

alone I would imagine things being about the same?

I know I know I’ve seen how this man acts with Jiseok 💀

I just think Jungsu would need one really tight hug or really good cuddle secession once in a while and then he’d be set

I can 100% imagine Jungsu pretending to play the piano on your back while cuddling??

just tapping on your skin and humming softly to himself

but please please please squish his cheeks and kiss him all over ugh he'd be a puddle on the floor!!!!

kwak jiseok

Jiseok wouldn’t be able to handle PDA in my opinion

y’all know that one episode of Rock The World where the fortune teller (?) mentions girls and Gaon blushes so hard he can’t function?

that’s him with PDA

holding your hand?

he’s giggling so hard

you kiss his cheek?

oh my god he’s dying he loves you so much

with the guys however

he’s way more comfortable

the Heroes definitely tease him!

he’ll hold your hand on the couch

dance with you in the kitchen if a song he likes comes on

runs his hands through your hair

nothing too extreme but it’s no secret that y’all are a couple!!

behind closed doors?

it’s every man (you) for themselves

much like Gunil, Jiseok is basically on top of you

you cannot escape his affections

he is the little spoon and nobody can convince me otherwise!!

kisses all over

squeezes you so tight

showers you in so much love and praise

I feel like he would also steal your clothes? You 100% do not have seperate wardrobes anymore

what’s yours is now also his

overall, less people = more time to annoy you with this love 🩷

oh seungmin

PDA king tbh

he’s holding your hand

has and arm around your waist

constantly taking photos with you or of you

another person looks at you in a way he doesn’t like?

he’s landing a kiss to your lips and then giving them a death glare

he just needs everybody to know that you’re his and that isn’t changing any time soon!

around the guys however, this changes

he definitely dials it down a bit

Ode isn’t worried about being affectionate in front of the Heroes, but he can lay off a little bit because they all know how much he loves you

you’ll cuddle on the couch in front of the others

maybe exchange a quick kiss in passing

enough to satisfy the both of you, but you also won’t make anyone in the room with you uncomfortable with your domestic PDA

behind closed doors, things can get a little…

intimate?

hear me out hear me out

I think Seungmin would be the type to like skin to skin contact

(is this the recent gym photo talking? maybe)

I think he would just like to cuddle you while he’s shirtless because he wants to be as close to you as possible and you make him feel so safe :((

he would be so gentle and kind and soft spoken and UGH he bias wrecks me every day

han hyeongjun

speaking of my biases, it’s Jun Han time 🫶🏻

I don’t think Jun Han likes PDA

such a sweet and shy boy :(

in public it’s hand holding and holding doors open for you

maybe a kiss to your knuckles when nobody's looking

(he would be blushing like crazy omg he’s so cute)

when you get back to the dorm, he’s a little more affectionate

he would still be a little shy in front of the others, but definitely not as shy!

long hugs

wrapping his arms around you on the couch while watching a show or movie

kisses to the cheek or temple

but when it’s just the two of you?

omg

if you catch him in the right mood, I think Hyeongjun can be very affectionate!

cuddling you

placing kisses all over your face :(

depending on the day he can switch between wanting to hold you and wanting you to hold him

very gentle touches and soft moments with him

I believe that Hyeongjun would struggle with verbally telling you he loves you, so he tries to do it in moments like this

he just wants to make you feel comfortable and loved

lee jooyeon

if Ode is the PDA king

then Jooyeon is the PDA prince

there’s just something about the way that Gunil has to physically hold Jooyeon down during interviews that I find endearing?

but that’s also what makes me think he would love PDA!

imagine him holding your hand out in public and just dragging you wherever his heart desires

if you’re holding hands he definitely plays with your fingers

if you’re both in the car or taking public transport he lays his head on your shoulder

I can picture him playing with your hair

twirling it around his fingers, braiding it

he just loves when you do it to him so he needs to do it back!

at the dorm? you can’t get him off of you

he isn’t too bad in front of the others

yes you would cuddle on the couch in front of the others

he would attack you with kisses

surprise you with hugs

but when you’re completely alone?

you’re basically attached at the hip

if you’re sleeping in the same bed he has you pulled right up against him

if he’s practicing the bass he wants you to sit in his lap

if you’re cuddling?

you play with each others hair

he kisses any surface he can reach

he would also like skin to skin contact but not in the way Ode does

he would have a hand on the small of your back under your shirt while he holds you close

he uses it to ground himself, knowing you’re still there as you both inevitably fall asleep

Jooyeon would want to be close to you every moment he can be

#xdinary heroes imagine #xdinary heroes x reader #xdh x reader #xdh fluff #xdh imagines #xdh scenarios #ot6

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alovesongtheywrote · 1 year ago

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can i please ask for another part of nightmare academia if you can 😭😭 i need a pick me up so bad bc of exam week at my campus and i loveee your series sm!!!

sending love 🫶🫶

♥ Summary: This should help! I hope your exams went well!! In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, Spencer makes up for past mistakes and you take him home. [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: mentions of the stab, guilt

♥ A/N: ok, we're getting goofy again- at least, for now

♥ Word Count: 1382

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You didn’t see Reid again until he came back to work. You saw Penelope every now and then, and she kept you updated on his condition until she left, but you never saw Reid until he came back. Once he did, all your mugs went missing. Honestly, you were kind of proud.

You were hesitant to retrieve your stolen property- hesitant to see Reid again. You stood outside his door for a good ten minutes before you even bothered to knock. When you heard his voice through the door, telling you to come in, you almost turned tail and ran.

You were avoiding him, not because of your anger but because of your guilt. You couldn’t stand seeing him hurt and motionless in the hospital, broken because of you- so you just avoided him. It was the cowardly thing to do, but still, you did it.

Now, you needed to see him again- you needed to get your mugs back. You needed coffee. You pushed open the door.

Reid’s face lit up when he saw you. His eyes were so bright, and his smile blinding. You felt so guilty.

“Hey! I haven’t seen you in a while, how are you?”

You weren’t entirely sure if his words were genuine, or if he was playing a game with you. Either way, you could play along, “I’m here for my mugs, Reid.”

“I thought you’d say that. Go back to your office, they’re already there.”

You tilted your head, “Not bad. You took the base prank and elevated it. Smart.”

Spencer shrugged, “Thanks.”

You paused halfway through the door, tapping a nonsense pattern into the wall outside his office. Staying felt wrong, but you couldn’t leave. Not yet.

“Hey, uh. I’m sorry I didn’t visit you in the hospital. I was-”

“(Y/N), I know what you did.”

You paused, looking up at him with wide eyes. Yes, he knew what you did, you got him stabbed- did he know how guilty you felt about it?

“You covered my classes for me,” he picked up his own mug, “You were busy. Don’t worry about it.”

You nodded, taking in a deep breath, “Perfect… And uh, are you- how are you settling in?”

You didn’t know a person’s smile could make you feel physically warm, but his did, “I’m doing okay. I told you, I’ll be fine.”

“You did. Just one of many things you’re right about, I guess. And you- you aren’t hurt, right?”

He shook his head, “I told you, I’m okay.”

“Good- perfect,” you paused, fingers still pressed against the wall, “Now tell me to get the hell out of your office.”

He laughed a little, taking a sip of his coffee, “Get the hell out of my office, Professor.”

“Good boy.”

You left, missing the delicious sight of Reid melting into an absolute puddle at your words. He wondered, briefly, if you were trying to put him back in the hospital. He could never tell when it came to you- but god, if you wanted to put him in the hospital, all you had to do was ask.

Upon returning to your office, you were met with the sight of two cardboard boxes on your desk. One of them contained your mugs. Inside the other, a 1960s Vintage Royal Empress Typewriter measuring about twelve inches in width and weighing thirty-three pounds and eight ounces. You could feel the tears forming behind your eyes. Your typewriter had been destroyed in the attack.

Somehow, Reid had gone out and found you a new goddamn typewriter that was the exact same make and model as your old one. You could kiss that damn bean-pole- you wanted to kiss that damn bean-pole.

Your fingers brushed over the polished metal of the machine. In the box, beside it, you found a note.

“I remember you said something about being in the market for a vintage typewriter. I found this and thought you’d like it. Feel free to use it the next time you get angry at me.”

It wasn’t signed, but you didn’t need a signature. That was his handwriting. He bought you a typewriter. You got him stabbed, and he bought you a fucking typewriter. Tears spilled down your cheeks as you took a seat at your desk.

That evening, Spencer passed by your office on his way home. He stood outside the door for a second, listening to the click of the keys beneath your fingers. He stayed there for a while, in the otherwise silent hallway, letting the click of the keys promise him that you were nearby.

He’d missed you, during his recovery. He knew that you felt guilty. He couldn’t forget what you said in the hospital. He also knew that you were busy- you’d picked up his classes without a second thought, and while you had done an incredible job, he knew that couldn’t have been easy. That hadn’t kept him from missing you, though.

He had to face that down, too- the fact that he could miss you so much after only hours of being away from you. You’d settled in so nicely with everything else in his life. He’d gotten used to you, and you were such a presence that nothing could come close to replacing you. That probably wasn’t normal, but it was a therapy appointment for another day.

Until then, he would let himself listen to you type away at the machine he got you.

He stayed in the hallway for a few short minutes, until the click of the keys stopped. He barely noticed the change. He did, however, notice you stepping out of your office with your bag slung over your shoulder. You were clearly surprised to see him.

“Shit! Reid! It’s you. Fuck, you scared me.”

“Sorry,” he winced, “I didn’t mean to-”

“I know,” you swayed a little, side to side in the doorway, “But hey, it’s good that I caught you, I uh. I wanted to say thanks. You- you really didn’t have to get me a new typewriter, Reid.”

“Well, technically it isn’t new. The Vintage Royal Empress line didn’t come out until-”

“Reid. You know what I mean. Thank you.”

“It’s no problem. I mean, you saved my life, so-”

“Saved your life?” you scoffed, “Reid, you wouldn’t have gotten stabbed if it weren’t for me.”

“And I would have bled out if you hadn’t been there.”

“And you wouldn’t have been bleeding if it weren’t for me.”

“If it weren’t for you, what? If it weren’t for you looking out for your students? If it weren’t for you protecting Missy? If it weren’t for you being smart enough to use the typewriter as a weapon? Tell me, (Y/N), what did you do to get me stabbed?”

“I-” you were at a loss for words, “I’m sure there’s something I did, I just. Can’t think of it. Right now.”

Spencer smiled, “Maybe you just want to stab me.”

“No!” you practically jumped across the hallway, stopping right in front of Reid, “I do not want that.”

“Clearly.”

Your eyes darted down over Reid’s stomach, hovering over the location of the wound. You couldn’t see it, but you remembered the red stain across his shirt, the pool of blood that got bigger and bigger no matter how hard you’d pressed down.

Before you could even think of stopping yourself, your fingers brushed lightly against his torso. Your touch was gentle- enough for him to feel, but not enough for him to flinch. Inside your office, the lights flickered. You only realized what you were doing when Spencer moved to wrap his hand around yours.

You jumped a little, shaking your head as you came back to your senses.

“Shit- I’m sorry, I um-”

“Don’t apologize,” Spencer’s voice was soft. His eyes carried some sort of gentle confidence within them.

You squeezed his hand.

“Hey, you aren’t taking the train home, are you?”

“I am, why?”

“Because if someone elbows you in the wrong spot, you’re gonna bleed out on the train, and I’m gonna feel like shit about it.”

“That’s highly unlikely. The stitches have already-”

“Spencer,” you stopped him, “You can tell me about it in the car. Let me drive you home.”

On both accounts, he did.

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spideystevie · 2 years ago

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the way i spent 10 minutes ruminating on what to send u from the prompts list 💀😭 but #2 with hangman if you’re up for it <3 its giving childhood bffs to lovers gawd i need him i fear

lovin’ u! 🫶

bee!!!! i am so up for it! love some good childhood friends to lovers. i need him so badly too, i fear. lovin’ you, i hope you enjoy <3 (0.9k)

2. interlocking pinkies

It was a habit neither of you had broken from the time you were seven. You couldn’t remember when it had stuck but Jake did. Any memory that related to you in any sense of the word was crystal clear and golden in his mind.

You were in the first grade, the end of the school year coming to a close and summer vacation on the horizon. He’d made you pinky swear to be friends forever beneath the shade of an oak tree near the playground at recess.

You hadn’t hesitated, your tiny pinkies interlocking in something you treated like an unbreakable vow. He didn’t let your pinky go after that. Literally. He held it tightly with his all the way back to your classroom.

Even now, well into adulthood, he was finding excuses to keep your pinky linked with his. Maybe it was a little silly and slightly juvenile all these years later but that didn’t seem to matter. The two of you were drawn together like magnets, your pinkies acting as the north and south ends.

As you grew up, it only seemed to become slightly more intimate. A gentle reassurance. A simple grounding chain of comfort. And as your feelings grew, blossoming like peonies in spring, you often wondered what it’d be like to link all your fingers together.

You wondered how he’d react to you hooking your ring finger through his, followed by your middle and so on until your fingers were a tangled knot between your bodies. It always made a nervous tick jolt your stomach, a lurch like you get at the drop on a rollercoaster.

You arrive late to the Hard Deck, the celebratory party for the completed mission in full swing when you get there. There’s no need to search for Jake because you hear the shouting before you see him.

“No way you can hit it three in a row,” the sound of Rooster’s voice gets louder the closer you get to the dart board.

“With my eyes closed, Bradshaw,” you can hear the stupid smirk in Jake’s voice.

“Prove it.”

You tsk to yourself, rounding the corner and pushing yourself into the small crowd formed around the game of darts that’s really just your best friend showing off. Sure enough, there’s that signature smirk on his face as he tilts his head and shrugs. Coyote stands next to him and puts his hand over Jake’s eyes as he sets up to throw.

Each dart hits the bullseye, three quick thumps into the board. Coyote moves his hand and Jake grins, turning to Rooster with a look reminiscent of “I told you so.” You shake your head with a smile, still impressed all these years later.

“You’ll catch flies if you stay like that, Rooster,” Jake teases, moving to walk past him and back towards the bar. He spots you before he gets very far, his face visibly softening and glowing like the sun. He calls your name and when you’re in close enough range, he hooks his pinky with yours to pull you the rest of the way to him.

There’s a quick press of his lips to your temple that has you wanting to melt down into a puddle on the sticky bar floor. You’re not sure Penny would appreciate another mess to clean though.

“Was wondering when you’d get here,” he says, starting to walk in the direction of the bar, pulling you along with him. “Let’s get you a drink.”

You don’t argue, content with letting him lead you around by your conjoined pinkies. The two of you end up settled at a table with most of the squadron, your pinkies still interlocked and hidden from prying eyes beneath the table. You’re listening to Payback recount a story from the carrier ship that has most of the guys laughing.

As you smile along, the nagging thought of interlocking the rest of your fingers until your hands are palm to palm returns. Nearly all of your focus is directed towards pushing the thought away, so much so that you hardly register Jake’s pinky shifting against yours.

Slowly but surely, he’s begun to maneuver each of his fingers through yours. There’s a scrape of a callus against your hand that makes you blink out of your stupor. You glance down beneath the table, as subtle as you can, to see your hands completely tangled together and sitting on his thigh.

Something warm and almost unfamiliar bubbles up in your stomach and to your chest. You have to bite your lip to hold back a grin because he’s holding your hand and it feels different, special..right. He squeezes your hands once, quick and fleeting and you look up at him.

There’s a sparkle in your eyes and he leans his head towards yours. You can feel his breath against your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it when he speaks.

“This okay?” he whispers and you wonder if he’s aware that his thumb has started to stroke against your skin. You choke on a hum, nodding once.

“More than okay,” you whisper back. You’re nearly nose to nose, so close you can count the amount of divots that form from the crinkles by his eyes when he smiles. After a beat you blink and lean back, trying to ignore the glaringly obvious looks you’re getting from a few of his new friends around the table.

#gotta be honest i am not too sure abt this one #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #hangman #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake seresin fluff #jake hangman seresin fluff #hangman fluff #jake seresin imagine #hangman imagine #jake seresin blurb #hangman blurb #📝: a writes!

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lifeofpriya · 3 months ago

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for sinner weekend can u do the quiet acts of love- following the sidewalk rule/^ like imagine realizing it as they gently take the other's wrist and guide them to the other side please? i feel like jannik would be so observant and notice little things and he’s kinda shy so the quiet acts of love seem so fitting for him

your wish is my command, anon 🤭🫶🏼

A Heartfelt Habit

wc: 2.2k

Jannik was a man of few words; he preferred his actions to speak louder than any promise could. He had a gentle touch, a fiery spirit, and a smile that could melt even the most stubborn of hearts. You had been dating him for a few weeks now, and every moment was a surprise wrapped in the anticipation of what was to come.

One balmy evening, as you both strolled through the cobblestone streets of his quaint Italian hometown, the setting sun cast a warm glow over the ancient buildings, making the red roofs seem as though they were on fire. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant chatter of locals enjoying their evening espressos. Jannik's hand was firm in yours, and you felt the comforting thump of his heartbeat through his palm.

"Wait, there's a big puddle up ahead," Jannik said, his eyes scanning the sidewalk. Without a moment's hesitation, he guided you to the left, placing himself on the side closer to the curb. The water stretched from one side of the path to the other, a glossy mirror reflecting the pastel colors of the buildings.

You looked at him, bewildered. "What are you doing?"

Jannik shot you a boyish grin, his cheeks dimpling slightly. "The sidewalk rule," he replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "I always walk on the side closer to the street to protect you from any splashes."

You couldn't help but laugh, feeling both touched and a little embarrassed by the old-fashioned chivalry. "It's just a puddle, Jannik," you said, but your voice was warm with affection.

His eyes held yours, earnest and sincere. "Every little thing counts," he said, his grip on your hand tightening slightly.

You felt a flutter in your chest. This simple gesture, something you had never expected from someone as modern and accomplished as Jannik, was surprisingly charming. It spoke volumes about his character—his respect for you, his attentiveness to your comfort, and his willingness to put you first, even in the smallest of ways.

As you continued walking, the sidewalks grew narrower, forcing you closer together. You could feel the heat from his body, and the scent of his cologne mixed with the fresh summer air was intoxicating. His focus remained on the path ahead, eyes darting to and fro, ensuring there were no other obstacles to navigate around.

You felt a sudden urge to lean into him, to press your cheek against his shoulder and breathe him in. But you held back, not wanting to interrupt the rhythm of the moment. Instead, you watched his profile—the strong line of his jaw, the curve of his full lips, the way his eyebrows furrowed slightly when he was concentrating.

As you approached the town square, the cobblestones gave way to a well-trodden dirt path, lined with lampposts that cast a soft, amber light. The sound of your footsteps and the distant clinking of wine glasses at an outdoor café grew louder as you approached. Jannik steered you around a particularly large stone, his eyes never leaving the ground.

"You're so attentive," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've never had anyone do this for me before."

Jannik glanced up, his gaze meeting yours. "It's nothing," he said, his cheeks flushing slightly. "It's just the way I was raised."

You couldn't resist the urge to lean into him anymore. You slid your hand up his arm, feeling the muscles tighten beneath your touch, and rested your head on his shoulder. He didn't miss a beat, continuing to guide you through the square with the same careful attention. The warmth of his body enveloped you, and you felt a sense of safety and belonging that was unparalleled.

The dirt path grew more crowded as you reached the heart of the town. Tourists and locals alike milled about, their conversations a blend of Italian and various other languages. The smell of garlic and fresh bread wafted from open windows, making your stomach rumble. Jannik noticed and chuckled, squeezing your hand.

"I know a place," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "A little trattoria, just around the corner."

You nodded eagerly, the mention of food making your stomach growl louder. He led you down a narrow alleyway, the walls covered in ivy and old, peeling posters advertising past festivals. The sound of laughter and clinking dishes grew louder until you emerged into a small, dimly lit courtyard filled with rustic wooden tables. The smell of garlic and tomato sauce was intoxicating, and your mouth watered in anticipation.

Jannik held the door open for you, the warm light from inside spilling out onto the cobblestones. The hostess greeted him with a cheery "Ciao, Jannik!" and a kiss on both cheeks. She led you to a cozy table in the corner, where a candle flickered in a red wine bottle. The walls were adorned with vintage family photos and faded newspaper clippings of past tennis champions, a subtle nod to Jannik's own success.

You slid into the chair he held out for you, feeling the rough fabric of your jeans against the wooden seat. The cramped space made it feel like a secret hiding spot, a place where the two of you could share a quiet, intimate dinner away from prying eyes. The air was thick with the scent of simmering sauces and fresh basil, making your stomach rumble even more.

Jannik ordered for both of you in fluent Italian, his accent thick and comforting. You watched as he spoke to the waitress, his eyes lighting up with passion as he described the perfect meal. It was clear that he loved this place, and you loved watching him in his element. When he turned back to you, his eyes searched yours, questioning if you were okay with his choices. You nodded enthusiastically, a smile playing on your lips.

The food arrived, steaming plates of pasta that looked like they had been plucked straight from a Renaissance painting. The scent was heavenly, and you couldn't wait to dig in. Jannik reached for his fork, but before he could take a bite, he paused. "May I?" he asked, his eyes looking for permission.

You nodded, curious about his intentions. He took a piece of garlic bread and carefully broke it in half, placing one piece on your plate. "For you," he said, his voice low and sincere. "Always." It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to you. It was as if he was saying, 'I'll share everything with you, even the simple things'.

As you took a bite of the warm, crusty bread, the flavors of garlic and herbs danced on your tongue. The bread was perfect, a testament to the care the chef had put into it. You watched as Jannik twirled his fork in a delicate dance, capturing a mouthful of spaghetti and taking a bite with a contented sigh. You couldn't help but feel a surge of affection as you realized he enjoyed food as much as you did.

The conversation flowed easily between you, a mix of laughter and shared stories. You felt as though you had known Jannik for years, not weeks. His eyes lit up when he talked about his family, his hometown, and his love for the sport that had taken him around the globe. You listened intently, hanging on every word, feeling a growing admiration for his dedication and passion.

As the night grew darker and the candle on your table flickered, casting shadows across your faces, you found yourself lost in his stories. His hands gestured wildly as he recounted a particularly close match, the tension and excitement palpable in his voice. You could see the determination in his eyes, the same determination that had led him to victory so many times.

The pasta was heavenly, each bite a symphony of flavors that seemed to resonate with the beating of your heart. You didn't realize how hungry you were until you felt the warmth of the food spread through your body. Jannik noticed your empty plate and his eyes crinkled with satisfaction.

"I'm so glad you liked it," he said, taking a sip of his wine.

You nodded, your mouth still full of the heavenly concoction. "It's amazing," you managed to say around the food.

Jannik's smile grew wider, and he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "The secret is in the sauce," he confided. "The chef's grandmother's recipe. They say she used to make it for the local champions back in the day."

You took another bite, savoring the rich flavors that seemed to carry a piece of history with them. The town square outside the restaurant windows was now a blur of shadows and soft lights, the chatter of passersby melding into a comforting hum. The moment felt suspended in time, as if the world had stopped just for the two of you.

Jannik reached across the table, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. His touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you found yourself leaning into his hand, your eyes locking onto his. For a moment, you forgot about the food, the restaurant, and the world outside. It was just the two of you, lost in the warmth of each other's presence.

The waitress returned, placing a dessert menu in front of you with a knowing smile. Jannik chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. "Dolci?" he suggested, his voice low and intimate.

You nodded, your heart racing. The air between you was thick with unspoken words and the promise of what was to come. You pointed to a decadent-looking chocolate torte, and he nodded in approval. "Perfetto," he murmured, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand.

As the dessert arrived, the waitress set it down with a knowing wink. The torte was a masterpiece, the chocolate glistening under the candlelight, a scoop of gelato melting gracefully beside it. Jannik didn't wait for you to pick up your spoon; instead, he reached for it and offered you the first bite. The chocolate was rich and smooth, the gelato a cool contrast that sent a shiver down your spine.

You tasted the love in his gesture, the sweetness of his intentions. As you took the spoon from his hand, your fingers grazed his, sending a spark of electricity through you. The touch was innocent, but it was loaded with the promise of something more, something that made your heart race faster than any tennis match ever could.

Jannik watched you intently as you took a bite, his eyes never leaving your mouth as you savored the decadent dessert. The chocolate was heavenly, but it was the look in his eyes that truly made it special. You could see the way he was memorizing every detail of your face, as if he was afraid that if he blinked, you might disappear.

The moment grew quieter as you both enjoyed the torte, sharing bites and sips of wine. The candle between you cast a warm glow, casting soft shadows that danced across your skin. The conversation lulled, and you found yourself simply enjoying the sound of his breathing, the feel of his hand in yours.

As the last crumbs of dessert disappeared, Jannik leaned back in his chair, his gaze still locked on yours. "Would you like to take a walk?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate in your chest.

You nodded, unable to resist the invitation. The night was still young, and the town had transformed into a tapestry of shadow and light. The cobblestone streets were slick with the remnants of the day's rain, and the air was cool and refreshing against your skin. Jannik held your hand as you strolled, his thumb tracing circles on your palm, sending shivers up your arm.

The walk was leisurely, the silence between you comfortable and filled with the unspoken understanding that had grown over the weeks. You passed by the café where you had shared your first kiss, the spot where the scent of freshly baked cookies had filled the air and the world had stopped spinning for a brief, magical moment. You squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back, a silent acknowledgment of the memory.

The town square was now almost empty, the only sounds the distant echo of laughter and the occasional splash of water from a fountain. The moon had risen, casting a silver glow over the buildings and making the cobblestones shimmer like a river of stars. Jannik led you to a bench under a large, ancient tree, its branches stretching out like protective arms.

You sat down, the cool metal of the bench a stark contrast to the warmth of Jannik's hand. He sat close, his leg brushing against yours. You could feel the heat of his body, and your heart raced in anticipation of what might happen next. His eyes searched yours, and you knew he was feeling the same unspoken tension.

The moon cast a soft light across his features, highlighting the sharp angles of his cheekbones and the intensity of his gaze. You leaned in, unable to resist the magnetic pull, and your lips met in a kiss that was sweet and tender. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, and the world around you faded into the background, leaving only the sound of your mingled breaths and the steady beat of your hearts.

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t0mcruize123 · 7 months ago

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Lonely in your nightmare…

I know you’ve got it in your head

I’ve seen that look before

….

Because you’re so lonely in your nightmare

Let me in

This is a John Anderton smut from the movie minority report and contains some hardcore kinda 18+ shi people may find quite horrifying and worthy of jail time so proceed at ur own risk guys🤓 this is ofc for @mqverick so I hope u enjoy it bae it’s all for uuu🫶 Xx

Theres a Chance I could spontaneously burst into flames at any moment.

Johns voice is barely above a whisper as his lips move across my skin; I feel every syllable as goose bumps spread down my neck and across my chest. I have been betrayed by my body from the second he put his hands on both sides of my head and leaned in.

He's barely touched me and yet I'm ready to melt into a puddle at his feet.

He’d come home in a quiet mood and I’d barely had the chance to question him on it before his mouth had been on mine and his hands had been roaming my body freely.

I don't know whether it's the proximity, the sheer adrenaline, or the desire, but every rational thought disappears, and I crush my mouth against his.

He wastes no time sinking his hand into the hair at the nape of my neck, gripping tightly. His free hand slips around my body and palms my ass, making me moan into his mouth.

John is everywhere at once; all I can do is hold on to him and take it, and when his mouth travels down my neck, sucking and nipping, I’m practically panting.

He sinks to his knees in front of me, tugging at his collar and undoing the top button of his shirt. With messy hair from where I've held on to it and flushed cheeks, he looks up at me. His hands run from my ankle to my knee, then back down again, and yep, still close to melting territory. "You sure?"

"Do you have a pen and paper for me to draw you a map?"

I'm making jokes. Why am I making jokes? Why do I find how unimpressed with me he looks right now so funny? And hot?

"I don't joke about consent,” he says softly, leaning forward to kiss the inside of my knee.

"I'm sure." I don't know why I'm sure. I'm sure I shouldn't be sure.

I shouldn't like how he looks hooking my leg over his shoulder. I'm definitely sure I shouldn't be enjoying his tongue running up the inside of my thigh.

He pulls the material of the dress to the side, and when I put on this dress earlier, this is not how I saw the evening turning out. I hear a groan of approval when his mouth gets closer to the apex of my thighs, and he realizes I'm not wearing any panties.

The anticipation is killing me. I know he's doing it on purpose, getting closer and closer, but not doing anything meaningful.

I'm about to open my mouth to tell him to hurry up when his tongue runs between my folds, circling my clit slowly. A loud, desperate moan echoes around the room. I don't even realize the noise came from me until I feel his shoulders move because the jackass laughs.

Fingers tickle up the back of my thighs until they can't go any farther. His huge hands sink into my ass, squeezing at the same time he sucks my clit into his mouth in a way that makes me feel like I'm floating.

I'm a wreck. A writhing, moaning, shaking wreck. Shit. I don't even need to be looking at his face to realize how arrogant he is right now, not that I could- it's buried pretty deep between my thighs.

Sinking my hands into his hair for something to hold on to, a satisfied groan rumbles in his throat and the butterflies in my stomach freaking multiply.

I want to say something smart, sass him in some way. Not give him the satisfaction of knowing hes turned me into a whimpering mess in a matter of minutes.

One of his hands moves from my ass cheeks, and when I look down, a pair of dark eyes are staring back at me. They stay burning into me, watching me closely as two of his fingers slide into me, finding my G-spot in seconds.

Fuck. His pace increases as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, perfectly coordinated with his tongue, and if he wasn't holding up my entire body with his mouth, Id have toppled over by now.

The feeling keeps building, hands tug harder at his hair as I cry out, my heel digging into the hard muscles of his back as I desperately try to move my hips to ride his fingers.

"John,” I whimper. I'm wound so impossibly tight I can't breathe. "John, I'm going to cu-“

I don't even get the words out as every part of me spasms and I scream, everything tingling and throbbing as I tighten around him, bucking and thrashing, pleasure and heat flooding my entire body.

Removing his fingers and mouth, he leans back so he can look up at me properly, wearing the smuggest expression I've ever seen as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, not once breaking eye contact.

Oh fuck.

Our mouths smash into each other in a crazed, drunk, display of built-up sexual frustration, and I taste myself on his gleaming blush lips. Gripping the back of my thighs, he lifts me, letting my legs wind around his waist.

There's nothing romantic about what's happening. My body is pushed between his and the door, our tongues fight for dominance as his hands sink into my ass cheeks. A tortured whimper escapes my lips when he grinds his pelvis into me, and I feel how hard he is.

Trailing his mouth along my jawline, he nibbles at the spot beneath my ear, making my whole body quiver. "Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

"You tell me." My hard words lose their impact when he sucks on my neck, and I literally moan them. Before I know what's happening, he sets me down on the edge of the bed and crouches to my feet to take off my shoes.

It amazes me how he can switch from rough to gentle in seconds. When my shoes are off, I tuck my feet beneath my ass and watch him stand. There's a small moment of quiet where we just look at each other. My heart is still hammering, blood burning beneath my skin, everything is sweet and hypersensitive.

His eyes are pouring into mine, so I dont miss the flash of suprise when my hands reach for his belt. "Can I?"

"Fuck yes."

He helps me strip him down until hes standing in front of me in only his boxers, which is the moment I realize there is absolutely no way it will fit in my mouth, or anywhere else for that matter.

John is smirking as I sit gobsmacked. I shake it off because Im not a quitter, and I'm certainly not giving him the satisfaction of telling him how big it is.

My hands up the front of his thighs as i watch him take himself out, tightening his fist around the base and pumping a few times. He bends down and kisses me on the forehead. "Tell me to stop if I'm too rough, okay?"

One hand holds the back of my neck, and the other guides his hard dick toward me. "Stick your tongue out, baby."

I do as I'm told, much to his immediate delight, swirling it against the head, tasting the heady-salty taste on my tongue.

"That's a good girl" I wrap my lips around the tip and suck gently. His hand leaves my neck and immediately sinks into my hair.

"Fuuck" He moans loudly, and just like that, I lose my ability to wait for orders.

Placing my hands on the front of his thighs, I lean forward, taking him until he hits the back of my throat, and I splutter.

A series of expletives echo around the room. His other hand sinks into my hair on the other side as I take control. I wrap my hand around the base and move it in rhythm with my mouth, moaning and gagging, looking up at him with watery eyes.

His head falls back, stomach muscles flexing, deep, satisfied grunts as his hips drive forward, nudging deeper. "So fucking good, baby. You are so fucking good."

His thrusts get harder and sloppy, telling me how close he is, "Oh, fuck.”

His hands tighten in my hair as he orgasms, and I swallow everything he gives me, eyes still watering and throat raw.

I clean up the corner of my mouth with my thumb, licking it clean. "I still feel bratty" I tease. "And impatient."

His laugh is deep, spearing me in a way I'm not used to. A content, post-orgasm glow has flushed his cheeks, his eyes are glossy and wild, and he looks beautiful. "You're unbelievable."

John lifts under my arms to pull me to my feet, tugging at the strap of my dress. "This needs to come off."

"Who's the bossy one now?" I spin on the spot so he can pull down the zip. His lips drop to my shoulder, kissing me all over while he pulls down the straps, and the material falls to my feet.

My entire body feels like it's filled with frantic, untamed energy.

He's being so controlled and slow, purposely torturing me, dragging out the inevitable pleasure. When his hand palms my breasts from behind and his fingers roll my nipples, my ass instinctively rubs against him.

"Ask me nicely" he whispers into my ear. "Then I’ll fuck you so good."

The more john tells me to ask nicely, the closer I get to telling him to fuck himself. I brush his hands off from where they're exploring my body and crawl into the middle of the bed, propping myself up on the cushions. His knee drops onto the bed to follow, but I press against his chest with my foot to stop him from getting any farther.

"Stand at the end of the bed."

He looks confused but curious, eyes narrowing as he walks to the end of the bed. My fingers slip below the material of my panties, shimmying them down my legs.

His eyes widen when he realizes what I'm doing, and he leans forward to grip the bed frame. I spread my legs as wide as they'll go, giving him the perfect view of how dripping wet my pussy is, he'll have no problem watching me plunge two fingers into my self. "Mhmm, John.”

The slick, wet sound is the only noise in the room, other small cries and moans and the occasional "Jesus Christ" from him.

His dick is already hard again, protruding proudly from his pelvis with cum glistening on the end. I take turns circling my fingers against my swollen clit and pumping them in and out of me while John looks like he's combusting.

I think it's the moaning of his name that's doing it and how my back arches as I grind into my hand. "Ask nicely, I tease. "And Ill let you fuck me"

"You're an evil woman" he grumbles, hand rubbing over his face, "Let me make you feel good.”

He moves to the drawer and pulls out a condom, tearing the packet and rolling it onto himself. Crawling slowly toward me, he settles between my thighs and reaches for a spare pillow, instructing me to lift my hips so he can put it under the bottom of my back.

I can't concentrate on what I'm supposed to be doing to myself because he's on his knees between my legs, body looking like its been sculpted by the actual gods and a thick, long, hard dick. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes." Yes, I do.

John leans his body over mine, one arm supporting his weight and the other gently cradling my head. I reach between us, rub the head over my clit, making us both shudder, and line him up.

"I'll be gentle" he murmurs, affectionately nudging his nose against mine.

I sink my teeth into his bottom lip, immediately running my tongue over the same spot. "Don't be gentle. Fuck me like you hate me."

He holds the back of my head to keep my mouth next to his, absorbing my loud, satisfied cry when he slides in, stretching me slowly.

“I'm going to fuck you like this tight little pussy is mine. You'll take it like a good girl, won't you?"

I'm soaking wet and gripping him so fucking good, it's hard to believe I'm expected to do anything else ever again.

It's taking every shred of self-control for John stay still and let me adjust, knowing my bossy ass will let him know when im ready.

"You just had to give me all of it, didn't you? Fucking show-off.”

My fingertips travel across the planes of his back as my hips begin to move, the sign he needs to pull back and thrust forward again.

"I'm only giving you half" my hooded eyes snap wide open, and I sit up to look down at where our bodies join. "But I think you can take more."

Pulling back, he thrusts forward as far as he can until he meets resistance. My nails sink into his shoulders, and my arching back pushing my stomach into his, “Oh my God."

"You feel so fucking good, such a perfect pussy." My legs wrap around his hips, ankles crossing at the bottom of his back, tightening to keep him there deep inside me.

"John,” i whispers like a prayer. His head falls to my shoulder, pressing his lips to my collarbone, then up my neck until our mouths are crushed together, a desperate thrashing of tongues and lips.

One hand tugs my hair, and the other claws at my back. Im so close; I writhe beneath him, my breath hitches when the end of his cock brushes against my G-spot, my face twists with ecstasy when he goes deeper.

He removes the hand cradling my head and slip it between us, thumb rubbing against my swollen clit until my whole body is arching and my jaw drops.

"Come all over my cock,,” he murmurs, “Give it to me."

My entire body tightens as i cry his name into his shoulder, nails sinking so deep I'd be surprised if i havent drawn blood. With my pussy pulsing around him as he slows down, john press his lips against my forehead and roll us over so he’s on his back. His cock still buried inside of me, my body is soft and limp on his chest.

"That was . .. " i pant, "You are . .. Did you come?"

"Not yet. I wanna watch you ride me."

My eyes shine as a coy smile envelops my face. He knows he’s fucking in for it now.

I sit up straight, sliding down his dock slowly until I’ve taken every inch. I feel him everywhere all at once and my thighs instantly dampen without a sliver of space to move.

"Like this?" I asks gently, brushing the hair from my face. He nods with his lip pulled into a slight smirk, his hands sinking into my hips.

My hips swirl and grind down and I smile at the breath caught in Johns throat, “Or like this?”

"Yeah, baby, just like that" his voice is so strained i force his cock in even deeper. Placing my hands on his stomach, I lift up and down and try to focus on the movement rather than the flutter of his eyelids or the gleam to his lips. A bolt of pleasure crashes into us hard and he grips my hips so hard I’ll have marks for days.

"You're incredible, fucking incredible."

Every rock of my hips is the perfect rhythm, and I'm losing my mind. He snaps his hips up as I come down, and my head falls back.

"Right there, yeah, right there ..”

Collapsing onto his chest, Johns fingers reach up to grip my hair.

Still rocking back against his thrust, the satisfying sound of slapping skin echoes around the room, and I'm suddenly glad we’re alone in this bed.

Johns body is perfect; strong and flexible, but none of that even matters when it comes to how fucking good it is feeling an orgasm rip through him.

"You gonna come for me again?" He teases as my legs tremble and my fingers dig into his skin.

John mumbles something incoherent under his breath, his flushed skin shimmering under the bedroom light, an exhausted, satiated look on his face while I takes every inch like a fucking champion.

John wraps his arm around my waist to keep a hold and slips his other between our joined bodies. Applying light pressure to my clit, sends me shattering and crying out for more. My hips buck as I ride out the orgasm, and John crushes his hand down on my lips, muffling my screams.

He slaps his hand against my ass cheek, rolling me onto my back again. Pulling out of me, I whimper in disappointment and he flips me onto my stomach. Without a moment of hesitation, he grabs me wrists and pins then to the bed above, locking me in.

"I can't go again." I moan, "I can't."

He tugs my hips until my ass is in the air and pulls my hair back in a makeshift ponytail, “You wanna stop?"

I Look back over my shoulder and shake my head, my thighs dripping and my eyes hooded.

"Good, hold on to the bed,”' my hands reach out and grip the bars of my bed frame, head resting against a pillow as he positions himself behind me.

I genuinely don't think I've ever been this wet. His wrists pin mine down so tightly I moan in a mix of pleasure and pain and his cock takes extra time to circle over my sensitive clit, leaving my whole body shuddering. He lines up and sinks into me again, and I meet his thrusts as he pushes forward. My ass bounces off him and he goes even harder, his hands perfectly meeting the curves of my hips.

“Whose pussy is this?” He murmurs and pushes my face further into the bed.

“John,” I moan as saliva dribbles down my lips, “it’s yours.”

He instantly runs his tongue along my shoulder to me neck, tasting the salty sheen on my skin. One hand snakes up my body to my tits and the other cups between my legs, feeling his cock move in and out as I bounce in rhythm. My entire body trembles, my chest heaves, and my pussy throbs.

“It’s too much, too good- I can’t”

"Don't be a quitter,” his fingers slowly tease me, deliberate and controlled and my hips buck and grind, eyes rolling back. His mouth crashed against mine as I screamed, squeezing him so fucking right he could barely hold back, spilling deep inside me.

His hand wrapped around my throat and pulled me closer to his face, our lips only inches apart and our breath combined as one. His eyes looked down into mine with an insatiable desire, and I whimpered as his thumb slid across my lips. Dipping his fingers into my mouth, I sucked the tips eagerly, tasting myself and john with a small moan. I never once broke eye contact and his fingers only moved further down my throat, allowing me to taste all of him.

Fuck I loved this side of him. But not nearly as much as I loved his whiny, submissive side. He’d almost forgotten he was about to get fucked in the ass soon with a 6 inch strap; but he was blinded by his need to have me suck him like a good girl.

I drew back with a small smile, “You don’t get to cum yet John. I want to be deep in your ass when you orgasm, desperate for release.”

His eyes widened ever so slightly in surprise and I pushed him back onto the bed. A smirk pulled at his lips as I spun him onto his back, my lips sliding down his bare back.

“How do you like the roles being reversed?” My fingers scraped through his hair as I pushed his face further into the bed. I reached into the drawer at the side and pulled out the strap on. Applying a generous amount of lube, I lined it up with his ass and pushed John further into the matress. When the strap on was attached and he was sweating and ready, I slowly pushed into the hole. John instantly hissed from the stinging burn and moaned in a blissful mix of pleasure and pain.

“Oh fuck fuck,” I’d barely pushed in and he was a moaning mess, writhing beneath me and hot with a thin layer of sweat. I pushed the wet hair away from his sticky forehead and allowed him time to adjust to the strap.

I bent over his back and my tits brushed against his skin, so I could whisper in his ear,

"Theres a good boy for me, now tell me when I can start moving again.”

He inhaled sharply and after a few moments he nodded with a slight pant. I pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in again, thrusting at an angle that drove him insane. His moans were the most divine sound and as I slammed into his body, I sucked and kissed all over his back and neck, leaving bruises and hickeys in my wake.

“Fuckk I’m gonna cum, oh fuck, god I’m close,” he was whining and moaning and begging as I drove him closer and closer to the edge but refused to let him release.

“Not yet John,” I stopped again and he moaned in fustration and pleading. His whole body shook with pleasure and I pulled his hips impossibly closer to mine. He desperately tried to buck his hips back onto the strap with little success.

“I need to cum fuck,” he whined and I rubbed my hands up and down his aching thighs. I knew it was cruel and I’d be punished later but I was having too much fun with this.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No god no,” he panted as I pounded into him once more. His neck flushed pink with heat and his hands gripped the frame tightly.

“Flip over John,” I panted, grinding my teeth together, “Go onto your back.”

His shaky arms lifted himself up and he rolled over onto his back to please me. My eyes met his, and I slowly pushed into him, knowing it wouldn’t take much to get him to cum in this state. I put my hands on the sides of his hips and I was surprised John had lasted this long. My tongue glided across his adams apple and my teeth scraped across the sensitive skin at his neck. He was visibly trembling now, begging for release, moaning for more, straining to have me fill him deeper.

Johns hand travelled lower to his own dick and I pinned his hands above to stop him from touching himself.

“Please,” John whined, unable to deny another orgasm. I smiled as my lips separated from his neck and I pushed into him one final time.

“Good boy,” I murmured into his ear as my hand lowered to wrap around his cock. Cum splattered all over his thighs and I thrusted so he could ride out the orgasm. I slowly drew out of him and realised just how much of a mess we’d made.

I unhooked the harness and put the strap on the bedside table. His face was flushed with sweat and he was still panting for breath, dripping and trembling in a moaning mess. I kissed him once more, sucking on his tongue and feeling our saliva drip from our chins before getting up to shower.

“Where do you think you’re going without me?” He pulled himself up and shoved me into the shower door, pressing my hands behind my back and turning on the shower head.

“John I can’t go again,” his mouth crashed against mine before I could complain, a low groan coming from the back of his throat.

“Oh you can,” the corner of his lip lifted in a menacing fashion, “And you will.”

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bleach-your-panties · 1 year ago

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Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Fluff/Suggestive🍥🍭

“Kenny~♡!”

Draken immediately rolled his eyes with a small smile on his face and set his mechanics magazine down on the coffee table in front of him.

“Yes, shorty?”

He looked at your attire with a dark eyebrow quirked. “What in the hell are you wearing?”

You just grinned and did a 360° spin to showcase your festive holiday onesie. A sparkly, sequin-covered Santa hat covers your hair, complete with actual blinking Christmas lights.

“Are you ready to put up the Christmas decorations?!”

He looked up at the ceiling as if thinking about it and ran his tongue over the platinum top-row grill.

“No, but you are, so that means that I’m ready by default.”

“Right you are! Now c’mon!”

—-

“Y/N…why is this shit all tangled up?”

His dark eyes darted from the lights on your hat to the tangled mess that you’d set in front of him.

With hands planted firmly on your wide hips, you just glared at him.

“Well, they have just been sitting in the garage inside a random box since last Christmas.”

Ken looked at you standing across the living room with a pile of boxes labeled ‘xmas deco’ sitting at your feet.

“Don’t get smart.”

“Sorry Kenny~but please untangle them so I can hang them up? You know you’re so good with your hands…”

You strutted over to the couch and stood behind it before your hands planted on his strong shoulders.

“Hmm, is that right?” Draken grinned at you from his side profile almost making you melt into a puddle of goo right there.

—-

“Move the ladder just a little to the left, Ken. Right there is good!”

You squealed as your much taller boyfriend situated the ladder underneath the archway in the living room where you were going to string the lights up.

“Go ahead. I'm holding it.”

You hesitated a bit and looked away from him, a sudden wave of embarrassment washing over you. Ken caught onto your change in demeanor quickly.

“What’s the matter?”

“If I go up the ladder with you holding it like that my butt will be in your face.”

It almost hurt for him not to roll his eyes.

“Girl, I grew up in a brothel. You think I’m worried about some ass in my face? Just put the shit up.”

He shook the ladder a bit as if to say ‘get your ass up there’

After you got over yourself, you climbed up the ladder and began stringing the lights up.

Just as you were climbing down, Draken scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“Ken!”

SMACK.

Your butt cheek wobbled from the force he'd put into that smack.

“Hush. You can finish this tomorrow. How about you come and tell me again how good I am with my hands, huh?”

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neteyamyawne · 2 years ago

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🪷— Forever : Perpetual

୭ ˚. Pairing : widow!JakeSully x fem!Navi!reader

୭ ˚. Summary : request

୭ ˚. Parts : pt1 pt2 pt3

୭ ˚. Song : shameless (speed up)

୭ ˚. Warnings : smutt, stupid in lust and pleasure, p in v, daddy kink, name calling, soft!dom!Jake, sub!reader, tsaheylu forming, choking if you squint, orgasm denial, hand cuffs and blindfold, spanking , cunnilingus (f receiving), fingering (f receiving) , being sore? Softie Jake, fluff ending ☺️🫶🏼

୭ ˚. Word count : 2.1k , proof read

୭ ˚. Note : "word" - dialogue

Extras : I really need a Jake Sully in my life, like please just once, this fic had me regretting being born human 😭 anyways enjoy and let me know, please request more 🫰🏼💚 Minors please stay away! To be tagged in future works go on the pinned post on my acc ☺️

୭ ˚. Glossary : [txa'lan] - heart, [yawne] - beloved, [tiyawn] - love, [syulang] - flower, [tsaheylu] - neural bond

If my imagines of Jake fucking me dumb were something, than him doing it in reality is more than what had I expected, I was on my hands and knees more like on my knees with my face pressed onto the cot, his big hands gripping my hips from behind, his thumbs pressing into the dimples on my back, my mewls and moans filled the tent and I was so glad the kids wanted to stay at their grandmother's tonight, Jake was still using his fingers, we haven't even gotten to the main part before I was just a puddle under him, melting from the heat of his touch, his mouth leaving several marks down my shoulder, fingering my sopping cunt one more time as his fingers hit just that spot, I was on the edge yet again but he pulled out just as quick, with a quick manoeuvre he flipped me on my back, his hand travelling to my neck and gripping it tight and pulling me up by it, leaning down he whispered "don't worry, sweet girl, just a few more minutes, I want you to come with me" letting me go, he went down settling between my thighs pulling my legs over his shoulders, licking a stroke down my slit, and i couldn't help but grip the ends of the cot in ecstasy.

Jake's skilled tongue was lapping up any juices his mouth can get hold off, big hands holding me down so i don't move, my fingers raked his hair, pulling and tugging with every moan of pleasure that fell from my mouth, he sucked on the clit making me convulse on myself, just again nearing me towards my sweet release as my thighs shook, my velvety walls spasmed only for him to stop yet again making me groan in frustration, head tilted back, tears threatening to fall down my cheeks, gasping for air, he just chuckled, looking down at my state "such a good girl for me, taking all I'm giving without a complaint, don't worry babygirl, daddy's gonna reward you now, for being so good" with that he leaned back taking the band of his loincloth he loosened the ends making the fabric to fall to the floor displaying his cock, my eyes widen at the girth, it sprang out of its confinements slapping onto his stomach, i just gulped thinking how the hell I'm gonna take it but my thoughts were interrupted by him "it's okay ma' txa'lan, I'll be easy on you, just relax yawne" his smirk made shivers run down my spine, he mouth came down on mine, kissing away my tears, he brought his queue in front of me, hastily joining mine with him, i moaned as the feeling doubling in itself, even his breathing picked up, grinding his hips against mine, that friction was doing nothing for the pent up tightness inside me, i needed him, right now! " I need you, please-" he stopped his work on one of my nipples and did exactly what i requested.

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Slick dripped down your folds, oozing like cream onto the sheets but for all Jake cared it was heaven to him, gathering some of it on his fingers and coating it on his length, precum dripped out his slit in thick strings, lining himself up with one glance at you he sank in, just the tip as you gasped getting accustomed to the feeling of his cock inside you, strings of moans spilling out from your mouth, Jake groaned the feeling of your walls clamping down on him making him impossibly hard, he pushed in further and further until he was buried to the hilt, gasps and puffs of breaths fell onto his ears , he gave you a few minutes to adjust before moving, he set a slow pace, pulling out almost fully before pushing in again, meanwhile he kept himself busy with your breasts, squeezing them just right, biting and nibbling, while your hands were holding onto his back for dear life, nails digging into his skin from the pleasure, the pain perfectly mixing up with pleasure as he pistoned inside you again and again, his hand trailed downwards rubbing careful circles on your clit, leaving you buckling your hips for more, you mind was beyond fogged to even form words, lips parting to form sentences but only incoherent words came out.

Jake was taking his time to pleasure you, branding every curve of your body into his mind, grabbing your plush thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist, getting into a better position to support you back and give him good access to get in harder, every thrust was pushing you nearer and nearer to that edge, if you didn't get that release now, you knew you would cry out, vision blurred you gasped out "daddy- ah ah, i'm gonna- oh, I'm gonna cum, please-" his thrust became rough, as he gritted out "a few seconds, flower, come when i tell you, do not come before i tell you to" but his words fell on deaf ears, it was too much, too much pleasure, too much everything, you couldn't control yourself as you came with a scream erupting from your throat, your brain turning to mush in that moment and you couldn't think of anything other than the waves of pleasure washing over you, Jake came inside you a few moments after, hot spurts of cum painting your walls.

He looked down at you in mock disappointment, you had disobeyed his orders and this meant only one thing, after helping you ride down your high, he got up pulling out , you whimpered at the loss of his cock inside you, coming back with a strip of leather he tied your wrists, giving the knot a good tug he put your hands above your head tying it to the head board, a small whimper escaped your mouth " shh now, you failed to follow my order, you acted like a bad girl so now you will get your punishment" pulling you onto his lap he slapped your ass hard enough to leave a mark but not enough to hurt, moaning out he tugged your head back with his hand in your hair, giving him full access to your neck, with nimble hands he tied a blindfold on your eyes, you tried to say something but he cuts you off "shh just relax tiyawn" you trusted him with this, his mouth felt hot on your skin, every touch was blazing, if before being blindfolded was good than this felt heavenly, with nothing to look at all the attention went to your skin, his feather light touches and kisses, everything felt unbearably good, heat began to pool on the underside of you belly, drops of slick slipping down, you felt Jake line himself up again, as you were still in his lap, you sank down on it, and his cock hit places it never did before, moaning so loudly you were sure you were going to wake up all of the omaticaya, you bit down on his shoulder to muffle out, he didn't move at all so you called out to him but his only response was " you acted like a bad girl, so now make up for it, do it for yourself sweetheart"

letting out a mewl, you used the leather cuff to your leverage as you bounced up and down but everything was in vain as much as you tried you couldn't get right angle or force or BoTh! This time the tears fell with a lot of frustration then before, Jake just laughed a little at your desperate state as you chase your release but couldn't give inn to it, his hands traveled down to your hips pushing you against the wall, he had mercy on you after a while of seeing you try and fail at pleasuring yourself, he pounded into you, your mouth hanging open, he took your blindfolds off as the light from the small fire glinted, his hips snapping into you, the sound of slapping skin evident, both of you a pile of moaning mess "s'tight for me huh? Acting s'good for me, squeezing your tight little pussy on my cock, good girl, keep going like this and I'll reward you with your release- yeah, just like that, honey" his cock hitting that spongy spot again and again, biting your lip you stopped yourself from screaming out, his hands still on your ass and hip, you tried so hard to keep silent, taking almost all your energy to keep yourself sane but his pounding was proving otherwise, you chased your orgasm yet again but made sure you were in somewhat control, head lulling back and giving into the pleasure you forgot how long this has been going on but all you wanted was more and MORE! Bruises were forming on your body in several places and you knew you'd barely be able to walk tomorrow, but right now that was all to be thought about tomorrow.

Jake's movement got languid and slow, his cock twitching and he groaned loudly he was nearing his end, you pussy was red and puffy from the continuous assault on it, his member slipping in and out easily, he gritted out "c'mon syulang, come with me like a good girl you are, show how nicely you can come for daddy" and in no time you were coming, as if his command was the only thing your body needed, he didn't hold back any longer following right after you, he didn't pull out just yet, still buried deep inside, he let himself fall on top of you his head falling into your neck, both of you panting and heaving coming down from your highs , he picked up his head, pulling out, you just groaned at the feeling, your head falling onto his chest as he untied you, you melted onto him with no energy left inside, he chuckled at your antiques but didn't say anything laying both of you down, you queues still connected his love washing over you in gentle waves, this was everything you ever needed, he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead and pulling you chose, you were almost on top of him at this point but you two were too lost in eachother to care, you sighed the feeling of his hands making patterns on your back, he moved a little, turning his head to look at you as he said " are you sore babygirl?" You just nodded not trusting yourself to speak any longer, he just rubbed your back promising he'll go soft next time, which you knew was a big fat lie but let it slide anyways.

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After a while of lying on the cot he got up, it still wasn't morning yet, so that was unusual, you got up with him looking at him confused, as you were about to ask him what he was doing but before you come he simply picked you up and throw you over his shoulder, walking out of the tent the cold biting you skin as he made his way into the forest, he walked and walked before he stopped in front of a pool, after further inspection, you came to find out it was a hot spring, you just looked at him with a smile as you slowly lowered yourself down into the pool, savoring the feeling of the warm water on your cold skin, the temperature doing wonders for your sore spots, to your surprise he got in with a canon ball, which should not have been surprising as it was coming from him but it did, he swam towards you, engulfing you in his arms, laughing and screaming as he picked you up by your waist, pulling you in front back, settling near the stone edges at the border, you in front of him, arms wrapped around his neck, foreheads touching, you wanted to be locked in this moment forever, to never wake up from this dream, this all felt like a dream, but his hands constantly moving up and down your back grounded you, opening your eyes you just admired him, his eyes, his nose, his ears, everything, tracing a finger down his nose to his lips, he just held you palm kissing the inside of it as he said "you feel better now, baby?" You just smiled, all of sudden bashful as if you weren't just fucking him a few hours ago, he just leaned in for a kiss, finding your flustered form Adorable, giggling into the kiss, your heart swelled with happiness, this was forever, this was your fate, that's what eywa wanted you to have but you were too stubborn to admit, but now you have it and you couldn't be more happier, pulling him in for another kiss, you spend the rest of the night talking, massaging and cleaning eachother off, and if not, falling in love with him even further….

A/n : i didn't know writing this could make me this turned on 🥲 man, i really want a Jake Sully, all while listening to shameless on repeat had me wet 😭😭 i hope y'all enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing this lmao 🤣

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