#How To Beat Jet Lag

[norrisainz33]

simp || cs55

summary: carlos has a massive crush on one of hollywoods it girls, y/n and he desperately wants her to notice him

pairing: carlos sainz x famous!reader

fc & warnings: madelyn cline and suggestive. you are responsible for the content you consume

requested: yes! thank you for your patience!! i know this took forever

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ynuser: can’t even tell i’m jet lagged to all heck right now thanks to my incredible team!! thanks for having me dior

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carlossainz55: jet lag has never looked better princessa

user1: how does this man always beat me here im

user2: when u show up to a who loves y/n most competition and this mf there

user55: its getting hard to make excuses for you carlos

user1: your hair omgggg you look so good

yourbff: no you're glowing

ynuser: thank you 🤍

user4: god i’m obsessed with you

joeburrow: 😍 [liked by ynuser]

yourcostar: ok i see you gorgeous girl

ynuser: i miss you

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user2: carbonooooooooo

user4: i love that lia is here too omg

carlossainz55: ynuser shooting my shot 😌

user55: carlos go 1 minute without mentioning y/n challenge failed

user5: since my goat said to tag her ynuser hello did u see this

user55: god he’s down so bad ynuser please im begging

user43: ynuser carlos saved my cat from a burning building

user77: carlos built me a house ynuser

lando: ynuser hey

carlossainz55: my guy 😉

yourbff: lmaoooooooo ynuser you gotta put this man out of his misery

user55: EVERYONE STAY CALM CARLOS STAY CALM MY MAN DONT EMBARRASS US THIS IS HER BEST FRIEND

carlossainz55: yourbff ynsuer please

user4: god hes such a simp this is painful

user8: i love this trio sm

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yunser: fun in the sun ☀️🤍

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user1: you are the definition of beauty

carlossainz55: you should try the spanish sun. i think you’d have a lot of fun under it 😉

lando: not your best work mate

charlesleclerc: mon ami what was this line

lewishamilton: next time be less obvious

user55: not even the drivers can defend him anymore

user22: body is tea

zendaya: the prettiest lady 🤍

ynuser: daya 😭😭😭😭🤍🤍🤍🤍

user33: so you can paint now too?! what can’t you do

user44 the literal love of my life

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yourbff: Y E S! he is so fine it’s sickening

ynuser: he is really attractive……

yourbff: anyone with eyes can see that bb

ynuser: alright…… i’m gonna dm him

yourbff: YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS

yourcostar: i laughed out loud at this and then checked your posts and man is trying his hardest

ynuser: stoppppp 😭😭😭 he is committed and honestly i’m into it

zendaya: tom knows him!!! he’s a super nice guy. i say go for it

ynuser: if you and tom approve i’ll do it

zendaya: double date!!!!!

yourfriend1: DO IT FOR THE PLOT

ynuser: on it

yourfriend2: i have been begging you to get into f1 for years now

ynuser: you’re right…. my bad girl

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user2: you’re doing just about anything but filming that new season huh

user55: no way. no way you’re in spain. oh my god this better be about carlos. i’m gonna crash all the way out

yourbff: OMG YOIRE WITH HIM!!! AGAIN?!?!?!

ynuser: i am!! having the best time with him 🥹 after our first date in monaco he convinced me to go to spain with him over his break from driving and it has been like a dream

yourbff: you have to facetime me later and spill the beans

ynuser: if i get any alone time i will 🤭

yourbff: are you….. staying in the same hotel room?! OMG DID THEY DO THE THING WHERE THEY GIVE YOU A HOTEL ROOM THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE 2 BEDS BUT WAS ONLY 1?!

ynuser: AHAHHAH no i am NOT in a romance book tho it feels like it. we chose to get a hotel room with only one bed 😏

yourbff: i’m giggling, goofing , freaking out. how dare you not tell me this !!

ynuser: i promiseeee ill call tomorrow!!

yourbff: fineee enjoy your night of f*cking. you gotta tell me how he is 😉

ynuser: STOPSJDK

carlossainz55: i’m glad you love it mi amor 🥰

ynuser: might just be because i have the best tour guide ever

carlossainz55: that definitely helps i’m sure

user4: aesthetic af

charlesleclerc: thank GOD!

ynuser: it’s been a long time coming

charlesleclerc: you can say that again

user12: on god this better be about carlos sainz

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ynupdates: is that blondie in the corner who i think it is you ain’t slick

user2: you’re my love

lando: you in amorrrrrrrrr?!

carlossainz55: yes 😍 she’s just as amazing as i imagined

lando: awooga that’s the best news ever

user4: i can’t wait for you to get back on track

alex_albon: are you having fun????

carlossainz55: so much fun…. some would say the most fun especially because she agreed to be my girlfriend 😉

alex_albon: thank GOD. george owes me £400

carlossainz55: que?

alex_albon: we took bets on if she’d fall for you or not. i said she would 😌

carlossainz55: i’m going to have to give george a call it seems. who else bet on this????

alex_albon: the whole group chat 😅

carlossainz55: give me a list of everyone who bet against me

carlossainz55: DONT LEAVE ME ON READ

carlossainz55: ALEXANDER ALBON

user55: you’re in barcelona. y/n is in barcelona…. she’s blonde… there’s a blonde in this photo that looks a lot like her….. did you do the unthinkable and get y/n to notice you?

user13: when you getting back in the car king

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user3: oh my god he’s done it

user55: THATS MY GOAT!!! IM SO PROUD OF YOU

lando: i can’t believe my eyes

carlossainz55: me neither

williamsracing: so this is why you were in the best mood i’ve ever seen and asked for a paddock pass for every race for the foreseeable future

carlossainz55: 😌🤍

alex_albon: incredible work mate

user23: wondering what insane level of simp he’s gonna reach now that he’s bagged the baddie

charlesleclerc: you are welcome!

ynupdates: claiming credit i see charles

charlesleclerc: well i helped

ynuser: my friends did send me your tweets so really you both did this

carlossainz55: and i thank you both charlesleclerc ynupdates

user34: i just stood up and applauded

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a/n: thanks for reading!!! likes and reblogs appreciated. been very busy recently, hopefully will have some more time to writing soon!!

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[landosjpg]

morning runs | ln

the one where your boyfriend finds you fast asleep in your hotel bed when he returns from his morning run.

lando norrix x fem!reader

word count: ~1.0k

warnings: smut MINORS DNI!!!!, porn without plot, somnophilia, p in v, unprotected sex (as always, take care please), slight praise

note: those pictures of him running around melbourne with his shirt off have sent me into a spiral and they're the only thing i could think about for the past two days. i could not help myself.

no matter how many times you travelled long distances, you still weren't used to it; jet lag always kicked your ass every time you went to a race on the other side of the world with lando, messing up your sleeping schedule to the point it ended up knocking you out for the vast majority of the day.

you were trying your best to adapt to the time change, but it always took you a few days to get it right. this year, lando had decided that morning runs were the way to beat jet lag.

he had asked you to join a few times, promising it would be helpful, but the drowsiness made it impossible for you to climb out of bed that early and be productive. that's why he had left all by himself early in the morning, tucking you in and planting a soft kiss on your forehead before walking out the hotel room.

he came back only a few hours later, cheeks flushed and a thin layer of sweat covering his chest, tank top in hand. when he walked into your shared room, he found you were still in bed, in the same position he had left you earlier, sheets sprawled out barely covering your body now.

he softly smiled at the sight before him, the dim light that entered the room from the blinds tempting him to get back in bed with you. he would. righter after taking a shower, he promised himself.

however, he walked to where you were, smiling at your sleepy expression.

"i love you," he mumbled, leaning down to peck your slightly parted lips. he raised his eyebrows when he heard a small whimper leave your throat and you shifted around a little, his eyes scanning your half-naked body.

you were only weating one of his shirts. not that it was something you never did before, but something about tour drowsy state was drawing him in. he sat right beside you on the mattress, trying not to woke you up and his fingers slowly reached for your legs, stroking your bare sking tenderly with the tip of his fingers.

you sighed softly at his warm touch, stretching your body and your shirt sliding up, letting him have a look at your underwear. he moved his hand up, up, up, until his fingertips brushed against the hem of your panties. as if it was muscle memory, your legs slowly spread open for him.

and fuck, was it tempting.

it wouldn't be the first time you woke up to his fingers buried deep inside you or his head between your legs, but he knew this time you were too tired. and he would have stood up and taken a shower if you hadn't whimpered his name in your sleep the second he withdrew his hand from your core. the sweet sound that fell from your lips made him smile, fingers slowly going back to pull your underwear to the side so he could get a proper look at you.

his smirk grew wider at the sight of how wet you were, and when you stirred the second he softly pressed his thumb against your clit, he knew he couldn't just leave you yet. lazily, he got rid of his own clothes, discarding them on the floor and hovered over your body, pulling your shirt up to your hips gently, still not wanting to disturb your sleep.

"look so pretty like this, baby," he mumbled before leaning down to kiss your cheek as he slid his already hard cock between your folds, slowly pushing inside of you only a few seconds later. a low groan escaped his throat as you easily took all of him; the fact that you were so ready for him, even in your unaware state, making him smile once more.

he stilled his body as he bottomed out for a few seconds, his eyes taking in your sweet expression. he brushed a strand of your hair back as he started rolling his hips slowly, his breath getting heavier as you hummed in your sleep.

the groan he let out right next to your ear as you unconciously clenched around him woke you up, making your body squirm in confussion under him.

"s'me, baby..." he slurred, still fucking you slowly and gently. "it's just me, don't worry."

you softly whimpered when you heard your boyfriend's voice and felt his weight on you, chest pressed against yours.

"lando..." the moan that left your lips was low, and you lazily wrapped your arms around his waist, holding him close. your eyes fluttered open only to find out he was looking right back at you. through half-lidded eyes, you could see the slight flush of his cheeks, a chuckle leaving your lips before you closed them again.

"you're doing so good," he whispered, keeping his thrusts gentle, not wanting to take you out of your sleepy state. "my pretty, pretty baby," he added, bumping his nose on yours to kiss your lips before hiding his face in the crook of your neck and spreading little kisses all over your skin.

the build up was slow, whispered praises and sighs being the only sound filling the room that turned into low whimpers as soon as you felt your toes curling, your pussy tightening around your boyfriend's cock, stealing a string of curses from his lips when you felt him filling you up.

after a few seconds, he slowly rolled the two of you on the mattress, your body now on top of his with him still buried inside of you.

"go back to sleep, baby," he murmured, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your lips and pulling the bedsheets over your bodies again, his arms holding you close to his chest, keeping you warm and comfortable.

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FOCUS ━━ paige bueckers x reader

☆ ━ summary: practice gets a little steamy…

☆ ━ word count: 3.1K

☆ ━ warnings: smut (p eating, fingering, kinda public sex but ig not really)

☆ ━ links: my masterlist

☆ ━ author’s note: okay so this is SUCHHH a scrap, i have not proofread it either, it’s just not great, i’m not very happy with it but i wanted to post something so here it is i hope you all like it more than i do LOL

YOU’RE in Maryland, visiting Paige’s family. You and her got here a little under a week ago following the first round of Geno’s summer sessions. It’s been a lazy few days so far, full of long mornings spent in bed, video games on the couch with Drew, and afternoons tanning in the summer sun. It’s been nice; a solid break that the both of you need before what Paige has dubbed her “world tour” of the summer. You’re tagging along for parts of it—though not all of it—and it’s safe to say you’re not excited for the amount of plane rides and jet lag you’re about to face.

However, you and Paige both decided that a week of sitting on your asses might do more harm than good, so you’ve gathered yourselves at the local high school gym, getting some hoops in.

A few buddies of Paige’s, as well as Drew, tagged along in the beginning, but as the hours grew longer, they began to fizzle out. Drew is the last to leave, heading to his actual basketball practice with his own team.

And then it’s just you and Paige.

The two of you could leave now; you’ve certainly been here practicing long enough. However, you can see the itch of a smirk in Paige’s face and you know what she’s going to say before the words even leave her mouth.

“1v1?” she asks, a playful challenge in her eyes.

You smirk, taking the challenge as you always seem to do. “Not too scared you’ll lose again?”

Paige rolls her eyes at the reminder of the two of you’s last one-on-one game. She waves a hand, saying dejectedly, “You cheated.”

“Nope, you’re just a sore loser.”

Paige just shakes her head, grinning. “I’m not a sore loser because I didn’t lose.”

You decide that you’re not entertaining this. You’re well aware that she will continue bickering with you about it until you give in, admitting that she’s right and you’re not. It’s always this way; she will literally go on for hours if you let her. But, nonetheless, you both know the truth—which is, you definitely beat her in that game.

And, when you begin the game, the way the first few minutes are going makes you believe you may win this one, too. You’re up a good few points—Paige has been slacking on defense and you’ve been picking up the pace on offense. When you get another bucket on her, you grin widely, calling to your girlfriend, “Gee, you a little rusty, P Boogers?” You add the nickname KK’s created, knowing how much it annoys her.

However, Paige doesn’t bother responding, instead abruptly ripping her white long-sleeve over her head and tossing it across the gym on the other side of the court. Your grin falters at that, eyes soaking up Paige’s body. Jesus. Already, you can feel your heart start to race (and it’s not from the basketball game). Paige is wearing a Nike black sports bra, and, with her shirt now shed, the silver chains are on full display along her chest. Her basketball shorts are also rolled down, so that her whole torso is practically exposed, abs included. You feel your mouth salivate at the sight of Paige’s skin glistens with sweat, the way her abs flex, the way her arms look (you seem to grow fonder and fonder of them every day, especially since Paige has been in the weight room more often).

A small smirk paints Paige’s face as she takes in your surprised expression. She just raises her eyebrows, saying with a shit-eating grin, “What? It’s hot in here.”

You roll your eyes at Paige’s obviousness, opting to resume the game rather than respond to her. She’s back on offense, you on defense. You defend as you always would, hands raised, feet tracking your opponent’s, eyes flitting between the ball in Paige’s hand and Paige’s face. However, as your eyes trail between the two, they can’t help but track Paige’s abs, the sweat shining on her porcelain skin, the way her chains go with her every movement. You swallow thickly, doing your absolute best to concentrate on the game instead of your extremely sexy girlfriend.

“Focus, sweetheart,” Paige teases, dribbling the ball slowly. The nickname makes your heart stutter. “You’re gonna lose if you keep staring.”

And then she powers forward, scoring a layup with no hesitation. She grins and cocks her head at your bad defense, tsking as she asks, “Where’d that focus of yours go, hmm?”

Your cheeks flush at her words, and you grab the basketball, doing your best to lock in. “Nowhere, I am focused,” you argue, trying to get past the blonde’s defense.

“Oh, sure,” Paige murmurs in your ear, now with her front pressed flush against your back as you dribble, attempting to find a hole. She catches the way your face turns, looking to get through, but instead your eyes once again catch the chains that have begun to stick to her skin due to the sweat. Her smirk only grows, and she adds slowly, mockingly, “You are focused. Just… not on the game, yeah?”

“Shut up,” you grunt against her, trying to get a shot in. She doesn’t let you, blocking it. You groan a little as her hands snake around the ball, effectively stealing it from you.

“I will once you tell me what you’re so focused on that has you distracted from the game. You were just doing so well, beating me for once,” she says, egging you on.

You scoff, snapping, “You know damn well what I’m focused on.”

“I wanna hear you say it, baby,” she taunts, blue eyes squinting with mischief.

You hold her gaze for a long second. You could give her what she wants, say that the only thing you’re really able to focus on right now is just how fucking sexy she looks and how much you’d love to rip her clothes off right here, right now and fuck her. But, of course, you don’t. You’re just as stubborn as Paige is, so you simply utter, “No.”

A look of annoyance—that satisfies you very much—flits across her face. She shrugs, saying, “Fine then.”

You continue the game, but things seem to only be looking worse for you. No matter how much you try to fight it, try to focus on the basketball and the basketball only, it’s like your eyes have a mind of their own, and they seem to stay locked on Paige’s body. And, of course, Paige takes every opportunity she can to flaunt it, knowing full well the effect it has on you. Her smirk never fades, especially as she gets closer and closer to winning.

However, it seems like Paige has finally had enough with the teasing. She drives to the basket, right past you (you let her; you’re done with this game), making a final layup. She then turns to you, catching sight of the way you stand there watching her, having not bothered to defend that final play. “Game over,” Paige announces. You can’t help but notice how her voice is lower, more huskier than usual. It means you’re probably going to get what you want.

You step closer, eyes darkening with pure want. You’ve given up pretending that you don’t. “You’re such a tease, Bueckers.”

Paige raises an eyebrow, her smirk turning into a full-blown grin. “Oh, yeah?” She steps closer, her body almost brushing against yours. “Maybe you just needa learn to focus better.”

The air between you is charged, and before you can even respond, Paige has you pushed against the wall of the gym, her chest pressed against yours, her face so close her nose nearly touches your own. The sound of the both of your breathing fills the space, heavy and expectant.

Paige’s eyes lock onto yours, and—without an ounce of hesitation—she leans in, her lips capturing yours in a heated kiss. It’s almost instinctual at this point, the way your respond to it. Your hands find their way to Paige’s back, pulling her closer as the blonde’s tongue traces your lips slowly, seeking entry. You willingly part them, allowing Paige to explore your mouth passionately. She’s going fast, and if you weren’t so used to it, it might’ve been hard for you to keep up. Nevertheless, you do, albeit with a couple teeth clashes.

Paige’s hands slide from their spot on your hips up to cup your face, angling your head to deepen the kiss. Your own fingers trail from her back, tracing her sweaty skin, until they thread through Paige’s hair, effectively ruining the once slicked back bun (not that either of you care much).

Paige breaks away from your mouth, trailing a series of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline. You can’t help but tilt your head back, granting the blonde better access to your neck. You can hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears and the shallow pants escaping your mouth as Paige’s lips find the sensitive spot just below your ear.

And then you feel her teeth biting. It’s not enough to truly hurt, but it’s enough to elicit a whimper from you—a sound that Paige loves. She does it again, gets the same reaction, and then soothes the area with a flick of her tongue. Paige’s kisses trail down the expanse of your neck, surely leaving marks that you know you’ll have to cover up tomorrow. But you don’t have it in yourself to care much about that because each press of Paige’s lips, each gentle scrape of her teeth, each soothing lap of her tongue, sends shivers down your spine and heat through your core.

Your hands tighten in Paige’s hair as she reaches the hollow of your throat, sucking hard. You feel your hips involuntarily arch toward Paige, seeking more contact. The blonde smirks against your neck, pleased with your reaction. She moves lower, kissing along the line of your collarbone, hands sliding under your tank top to caress the soft skin of your stomach.

You feel your breath hitch as Paige grows more insistent, tongue darting out to taste the salty tang of sweat that permeates your skin. Her hands travel upward beneath your shirt, fingers brushing the underside of your breasts. Your eyes flutter open at that, remembering where you are.

“Paige, we really shouldn’t,” you say, but your voice shakes and your hands find their way to the blonde’s abs, tracing the defines muscles and betraying your words. “Anyone could walk in,” you add, attempting to keep yourself composed.

Paige’s lips capture yours in a fierce kiss, silencing your protests. Her hands are cupping your breasts through your sports bra now, and she manages to reassure you between kisses, “No one’s gonna walk in.”

And, just like that, your resolve seems to crumble. That always happens with Paige—it’s so easy with her, and, though, sometimes it does frustrate you, you usually don’t regret it. “Fuck, P,” you gasp, fingers digging into your girlfriend’s skin.

She grins against your lips, and her right hand slowly but surely trails its way from your chest to the waistband of your shorts. It slips beneath them and you feel yourself growing hotter—and wetter—with each passing second.

Paige’s fingers slowly begin to tease your clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that make your knees go weak. It’s in stark contrast to her kisses, so fast-paced you can hardly breathe. Eventually, you manage to break the kiss, gasping raggedly, voice a mix of desperation and need, “Quit teasing.”

Paige’s smirk only seems to widen, and her pupils—which are blown so much that her blue eyes look nearly black—are full of lust. “Am I teasing?” she asks, fingers sliding through your slick folds.

You feel your heartbeat stutter and your core pulsing with utter need. “You know you are,” you mutter, glaring. She presses her thumb harder against your clit, though it’s not in the way you need it (and she knows it). “Quit it.”

“As you wish,” she murmurs, lips ghosting along your earlobe. Without hesitation, she dips two fingers into you, the sudden intrusion causing you to gasp loudly, arching against Paige’s touch.

“Shit,” you breathe out, hands gripping Paige’s sides for support. Your head leans back against the gym wall, and Paige resumes the kissing on your neck, marking it up even more. Her fingers continue inside you with a steady rhythm, each thrust drawing out sharp gasps from your lips.

“So wet for me, baby,” Paige says against your skin, biting your shoulder lightly as she curls her fingers. You outright moan at that, and she asks, “How long you been dripping like this, waitin’ for me?”

“All day,” you admit between whimpers, practically shaking against Paige. Her fingers go deeper, fucking up into you harder. “Paige, please,” you beg, eyes squeezing shut.

Paige’s lips curve into a knowing smile. “Please what, baby?” she teases, fingers hitting that spot inside you that makes your legs feel like jelly.

“Fuck, your mouth,” you manage to gasp out between moans, body heating up with each passing second. “Please, P, I want your mouth.”

You watch as Paige’s eyes darken with hunger at your words, and you feel your heartbeat begin to quicken. “Whatever you want,” the blonde murmurs, voice filled with promise. She pulls her fingers out of you, savoring the way you practically whimper at the loss. Then, with deliberate slowness, she sinks to her knees before you, her hands sliding your shorts down with her.

Paige glances up at you, blue eyes full of a mischief and a smirk that you’ve had a habit of kissing off her face. You can’t help but think about just how fucking good Paige looks like this, cheeks rosy, lips kiss-swollen, sweat shining along every expanse of skin that’s exposed—which is a lot. Your eyes wander from her face to her chest and shoulders to her abs and back. And when your eyes meet hers again, the look in them… Jesus fuck. The sight is genuinely almost enough to make you come right then and there.

And you know that Paige knows the effect she has on you. You can tell in the way her smirk sits on her face, the way her eyebrows raise slightly, the way she leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your inner thigh—so close yet so far from where you really need her.

But she doesn’t tease for long, because when she finally reaches your core, she wastes no time, her tongue flicking out to taste you.

She starts with long, slow licks, gradually building the tension in you. Each stroke of her tongue makes you feel like you’re on Cloud 9 and about to have a stroke all at once. Your fingers tighten in her hair, hips arching toward Paige’s mouth, seeking more contact.

Paige understands—truthfully, she’s so familiar with your body at this point, that you can’t remember the last time she didn’t understand what you wanted—and she dips her tongue into your entrance. Her fingers trail from their grip on your hip to your clit, rubbing in firm, quickening circles. The dual sensation makes you cry out, your nails digging into the skin of your palm, your other hand tightening in Paige’s hair, pulling slightly. She lets out a satisfied hum against you at that, and the vibrations send a new wave of pleasure through you.

Paige knows exactly what you like, and she certainly uses that to her advantage. She curls her tongue inside you, seeking out that one spot that makes you see stars. The noises coming from your mouth begin to grow louder, your hips grinding against Paige’s face, still desperate for more.

“Fuck, Paige— God,” you moan, voice breaking. “I need… I need more.”

Surprisingly, Paige doesn’t make a comment about how needy you are, instead opting to do as you say. She pulls her tongue out, replacing it with two fingers, thrusting them deep inside your cunt. At the same time, she focuses her mouth back on your clit, sucking and licking so fervently you fear she might make you faint from her head game.

Paige can feel your legs trembling, the strain of standing becoming too much. Without breaking her rhythm, she throws one of your legs over her shoulder, giving herself more leverage, her tongue and fingers continuing their relentlessness. You can feel the pressure building within you, threatening to snap.

“God, you taste s’good,” Paige murmurs against your wet pussy. You catch the way your arousal is coating her chin and the sight of it—along with a deeper curl of her fingers—makes you moan loudly. “So sweet. ’Could do this all fuckin’ day, if you let me. ’Would make you come a million times over, baby.”

You cry out again, both at her words and the pace of her fingers curling and thrusting, the wetness of her mouth on you. Your body tenses, every muscle coiled tight as you hover on the brink of release. Paige senses how close you are and doubles down, adding a third finger and sucking hard on your clit.

That’s all it takes. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, your entire body shuddering with the force of it. You moan out Paige’s name, your fingers gripping her hair so tightly that it has to hurt (though Paige doesn’t mind). She helps you ride out your high, her fingers and tongue working together to prolong your pleasure.

Finally, when your body goes limp and your breathing begins to slow, Paige pulls back, planting soft, soothing kisses along your inner thighs. She looks up at you, her lips glistening with your arousal, a satisfied grin on her face.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” Paige says, eyes trailing all along your body.

You can only nod, still too breathless to form a coherent response. Your heart swells as Paige stands, pulling you in for a kiss. Her tongue slips in your mouth, letting you taste yourself. You moan against her lips, your hands wrapping around her neck, pulling her closer. You stay like that for a moment—you savoring Paige, Paige savoring you—before finally breaking apart, both of you breathless and smiling.

“I love you,” Paige murmurs, planting a short peck on your lips. Then your nose. Then your forehead. “We should probably put your clothes back on, though, before someone does walk in on us.”

[talkdutchtome]

"Let me take care of you" - Max Verstappen

pairing . . . max verstappen x reader )

genre . . . smut )

summary . . . after a disastrous race, you take care of max the best way you know how )

warning . . . smut, 18+ MINORS DNI, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, nipple play, use of petnames, sub!max, very soft dom!reader, traumatized maxie, not proofread )

word count . . . 2800 words )

a/n . . . this actually ended up a lot more emotional than i intended it to be but i hope everyone likes it anyway. i don't know if my smut writing is getting better or worse tbh. any and all feedback is always appricated <3 )

Max was a perfectionist; anyone could see that. He also had a desire to win like nobody else. He never let up. It didn’t matter to him if it was a title deciding race or a completely meaningless one, he needed to win. It had been instilled in him for as long as he could remember; second place is first loser after all. So naturally, when his brakes failed, and his car very literally caught fire in the Australian Grand Prix causing him to have to retire three laps into the race; you knew he was not going to take it well.  

You were watching along in the garage, and the only thing you could think about as his smoking car pulled up to the pits was how hard on himself he was going to be. The fact that it was through no fault of his own was irrelevant. He had just handed a win to Ferrari, and that made his blood boil.  

In typical Max fashion, you barely saw him after he retired too. He gave you a quick hug as he reached the garage but after that it was straight back to business. He made his way to the pit wall and immediately began discussing with Christian and GP what exactly happened and how do they fix it for Japan. He sent you a text that he was going to stay late at the track with the mechanics so that you should just head back to the hotel.  

Truthfully, Max was avoiding you. You had only been dating Max for a couple of months, and so far you had only seen him dominate on track. And whilst you were concerned that that he would be beating himself up for disappointing himself or the team, he was busy focusing on how he had disappointed you. You had taken time out of your busy university schedule to travel to the other side of the world to see him race, and he had to retire three laps in. He was used to people living through him, taking his wins as theirs. He had never considered that all you cared about that he was safe and didn’t get hurt.  

So, you went to the hotel and waited for him; or at least you tried to. Tiredness and jet lag eventually started to catch up to you, and you had just started to drift off to sleep when you heard the door open. Looking up greet Max, you could see immediately how heavy the weight he bore on his shoulders hung.  

“Hey baby, how are you feeling?” You asked him sleep in your voice still evident. Max just hung his head and walked into the bathroom. He half expected you to berate him. To question him on exactly what went wrong and what he’s going to do to fix it.  

“Maxie?” You asked again, as he came in from the bathroom and made his way to his side of the bed, his eyes routed to the floor. This time he just grunted at you in response before getting into bed and turning away from you. He did not have the energy to be told everything he did wrong and why - he had already had that from his dad.  

“Please talk to me Maxie, I’m worried.” You pleaded at him, fighting the urge to wrap your arms around him. You wanted that more than anything, but you sensed that he maybe didn’t feel the same.  

“What do you want Y/N?” He finally spoke, his voice cracking.  

“Are you okay? I know that was tough result to take but it’s only once race. We both know you’ll be back better than ever for the next one.”  

To your words, Max just grunted again. And this time you couldn’t help but reach over to hold him. Wrapping one of your arms around his waist and the other coming up to brush through his hair. You waited cautiously for him to pull away. A moment passed and he began to move, your heart sank; he clearly didn’t want to be anywhere near you right now. But instead of moving away, he just turned around, bringing himself closer to you, resting his head on your chest.  

“I just hate to let the team down” he spoke, his voice no more than a whisper, like he wasn’t 100% convinced if he should be saying anything.  

“But baby you didn’t let them down, you did nothing wrong. There was an issue with the car that isn’t your fault.” You gazed down at his face, your hands smoothing through his hair.  

“I could have done something. Maybe I pushed the brakes too much. Maybe I went too hard. All I know is that I let the team down. I let my dad down. I let you down. You cam-“ He started to ramble, but you had heard enough.   

“Whoa Max baby slow down. I can’t speak for the team or your dad, but you certainly did not let me down. All that matters to me is that you didn’t get hurt. I was so worried; you were literally driving a car that was on fire. You could have been hurt.”  

As the words left your mouth, he looked up at you. Almost as if he was trying to see if you were telling the truth. When his eyes met yours and he realized you were being sincere, he hugged tighter into you.  

“I love you Y/N” he spoke and before you could say anything, you felt him bring his mouth to your neck. Leaving hot open-mouthed kisses from your collarbone up to until he met your mouth. His lips crashed against yours. The kiss was hungry and desperate. His hands found your hair and his teeth nipped at your lips. He quickly found himself getting lost in you and you weren’t too far behind. But when his hands wandered towards the bottom of your pajama top, you had to pull away.  

“Wait, Maxie. Are you sure you want to do this? You’ve had a rough day, are you sure you want to do this. We could just go to sleep if you’d prefer.” You didn’t want him to feel like this was something he needed to do.  

But when his lips once again found your neck, it was clear you had your answer. “Please” he mumbled against your skin “I just want to forget” between each word he left a kiss on your neck, before beginning to nibble against that one spot on your neck that he knew always sent you completely insane. He left deep purple marks all down your neck and you couldn’t help but let a moan slip through your lips.  

You were about to completely cave into his touch before you had an idea, and before you could overthink whether it was a good idea, you swung your legs over him until you had him pinned underneath you, your legs either side of his. A smirk plastered across your face 

Max looked completely taken aback at your action, but the second you leant down to kiss him, your lips just slightly brushing against his; he was starstruck and could feel himself growing harder by the second, which only deepened your smirk.  

“Let me take care of you baby” you whispered in his ear before beginning to grind your core against him. The whimper that left Max’s lips took you both by surprise but, taking that as confirmation that he wanted you to take control; you attached your lips to his neck, trailing kisses down his chest until you reached the waistband of his underwear. It was clear from the way that his hard dick strained against the cloth that Max was enjoying this new side of you, and you could be lying if you said it didn’t give you a bit of a confidence boost. 

You started to tease him, placing warm kisses over his underwear, but when you hear him try and fail to beg you to touch him, it becomes clear that maybe today isn’t the day to tease him. So, you hook your fingers around his waistband and release him from the tight confines of the cloth. Immediately, your mouth found his cock, your lips wrapping around his tip. Max’s moans filled the air as he came apart like putty in your hands. The way that your tongue swirled around him made him go crazy. He reached out his hands to grab your hair in a makeshift pony, but you dodged him. Max honestly thought he was going to cry when you took your mouth off him. 

“No baby, I told you I was going to take care of you, you just sit back and let me do everything” you told him before quickly placing a kiss on his lips before reattaching your mouth to Max’s throbbing dick and bringing your hand to the part of it that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Max felt lightheaded; it’s not like you hadn’t given him a blowjob before, but never like this. He couldn’t ever remember being this turned on before. He had never even considered letting you take control, letting you take care of him so intently before; but now that he was experiencing it – he kicked himself for waiting so long. 

The sounds coming from your boyfriend were music to your ears and only encouraged you to make him feel better and better. You could feel yourself getting wetter, completely desperate to feel him inside of you; but today was about Max, you’d happily wait longer for your own pleasure to take care of him. You began taking him deeper and deeper into your throat, earning more moans from Max. You had never heard him be so vocal before. Things got even better for him when you hallowed your cheeks and brought your hand up to his balls, massaging them in your hands as you worked his dick in your mouth.   When his tip hit the very back of your throat and you gagged around him, he was so loud you were just slightly concerned that whoever was in the room next door would be up for a rude awakening.  

“Oh, fuck baby, oh my god. I’m so close” Max just about managed to get out between moans, promoting you to once again let go of his dick. For a second Max looked at you with puppy dog eyes, silently begging you to take him back in your mouth. But as soon as you stood up and very slowly pulled your pajama shorts down, he realized that there were better things to come.  

“Do you want me to ride you, Maxie?” you asked him breathlessly earning another groan from the man lying on the bed. 

“Fuck, yes. Please please ride me I need to be inside of you more than anything” Max’s voice was weak; it was becoming all too much for him. And when you finally rid yourself of your pajama top, Max started to see stars. Your tits were his weakness, and you knew that all too well. All he wanted was to take them in his mouth, to suck and bite on your nipples. So, when you straddled him once again, that's exactly what he did. You thought about stopping him again, reminding him that tonight was about him and his pleasure; but when you caught sight of his eyes – usually so bright and sparkling. Now they were so dark, so filled with lust and desperation, you didn’t have the heart to deprive him of one of his favorite things to do.  

You leant down to kiss him again, and the taste of his own precum on your tongue made him groan feverishly against your lips. Unable to wait anymore, you finally lowered yourself onto his dick. Now it was your turn to let out a string of moans and profanity. The way that he stretched you out was a feeling that you could never grow old of. After a beat to get used to having him inside of you, you began to bounce on top of him, pumping his dick in and out of your tight desperate pussy.  

“Oh my god Maxie you feel so good, your huge dick sends me so crazy” You moan out, completely cock drunk. “You fuck me so good, god nobody makes me feel like you can” Your praise made Max moan louder than ever and then he simply couldn’t help himself anymore; he brought his hands up to your hips and began thrusting hard into you. You wanted to tell him to stop, to tell him to let you take care of him – but when he rammed his cock into g-spot you physically couldn’t ask him to stop doing something that felt so good.  

“I love you so much Y/N baby” Max croaked out, bringing his mouth back to your tits and his hand down to your clit. Him touching you for the first time tonight meant it was now time for you to see stars. His expert hands rubbing against your clit brought you closer and closer to release and you could tell from the way that Max’s thrusts became deeper and harder that he wasn’t far behind you. 

Wanting to finish what you had started; you placed your hands on his chest – signaling him to stop for a second. Max did so very reluctantly, but when you started to bounce on his dick again his eyes rolled back into his head. After each bounce you grinded yourself down on him, desperate to get him as deep as you possibly could. Your climax was getting closer and closer and soon you felt like you were ready to burst. 

“I’m going to cum on your dick okay baby? You just make me feel so good I can’t help myself.” you told the man beneath you breathlessly, prompting Max to resume rubbing circles into your clit. 

“Please do. Please cum all over my cock I need that so much” Max croaked out and with that you fell over the edge. A wave of pleasure washed over you and you screamed out for Max. It felt so good you thought you were going to pass out, completely taken over by the pleasure that Max’s hard dick had given you. For a few moments, you simply had to still yourself to let yourself recover. 

Once you had ridden out the last of your orgasm, you were ready to go again; ready to make Max feel as good as you possibly could. You began grinding down onto him, squeezing yourself against him. After feeling you cumming all over him, Max knew he wouldn’t need long before he was right behind you.  

“Fuck Y/N I’m really close, get off and I’ll finish in your mouth” Max just about got out between moans. When you didn’t get off and instead began bouncing faster and harder, Max really thought he might just die.  

“Cum inside of me Maxie please, I need your cum fucked so deep inside me”  

“Fuck really?” 

“Yeah, i need it so bad.” 

“Oh my god Y/N, you’ll be the fucking death of me” 

The second those words left his mouth, he fell apart. A string of profanity left his lips, and you could feel his dick pulse inside of you as he painted the insides of you white with his cum. Max couldn’t believe how good it felt, sex with you was always great but that was on another level, he couldn’t remember ever feeling that good before. 

“I love you so much Y/N” 

He gently slipped himself out of you and you collapsed next to him on the bed. Exhausted wasn’t the word for how tired you felt after that. And apparently that was true for Max as well as in the time that it took you to waddle to the toilet to clean yourself up, he had managed to fall asleep. You couldn’t blame him of course; even before that it had been a very long tiering day for him. So, as quietly as you could, you got ready for bed and slipped yourself into bed next to him.  

Looking at the very peaceful sleeping man next to you, you couldn’t help but snuggle down close to him. Placing a kiss on his temple before assuming the big spoon position that you know he loves so much from you. Your movement causing him to ever so slightly stir awake. 

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me” he spoke so softly you almost missed it before falling right back into a very peaceful sleep. You couldn’t help but feel so lucky to have a man like him cuddled close to you. 

“Sleep well Maxie, I love you more than anything.” 

[mclqren]

THE LECLERC CHRONICLES ★ F1 GRID

PAIRING ✦ charles leclerc x fem!younger sister!reader ; f1 grid x fem!leclerc!reader

SUMMARY ✦ you're the younger sister of charles leclerc, and your relationship with the rest of the f1 grid has the internet going crazy [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing, use of the word 'slut'

NOTES ✦ let's pretend the dog i used looks relatively like leo!! reader is 22 years old, and the youngest leclerc sibling. the fc i've used is lexi jayde, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are closed. i acc love writing for this series no joke.

SERIES ✦ the leclerc chronicles masterlist ; previous part ; next part

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yourusername to summarise: these sunglasses were the best investment, i am THE GOAT at bowling, and im planning on stealing alex from my brother. 😘

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user1 Y/NNN MY FAV LECLERC

user2 SO REALLL

user3 how are you not jet lagged rn

yourusername believe me i am (can't wait for japan though!)

user4 so like does she work orrrr

user5 she's an influencer babe?

charles_leclerc that's my girlfriend??

yourusername not anymoreee!!

alexandrasaintmleux im sorry baby, i didnt want you to find out this way 😔

charles_leclerc this isn't fair ☹️☹️

yourusername boo hoo life's not fair mate get over it

landonorris pretty sure i beat you at bowling though???

oscarpiastri so did i??

yourusername listen yeah the australian bowling lanes are a bit wonky so that's why i lost. otherwise i would've owned BOTH OF YOU

lilyzneimer i beat y/n too but i love her too much to be rude to her 🩷

yourusername this is why ur my favorite lily, instead of ur rat of a boyfriend & his teammate

landonorris im sorry?

yourusername BOO MCLAREN 👎👎 FORZA FERRARI ❤️❤️

charles_leclerc you are awful at bowling y/n but FORZA FERRARI ❤️

maxverstappen1 the one thing you could probably beat me at ☹️

yourusername get used to it verstappen 😘 LECLERC 🔛🔝

maxverstappen1 yeah but who's won 3 f1 championships 🤔

yourusername watch yeah put me in a racecar and you're officially done mr verstappen ‼️

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yourusername ticked another city off the bucket list today! 愛してるよ東京 🩷 ( i love you tokyo )

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user6 Y/N IN JAPAN WOOHOOO

user7 seeing y/n in japan makes me so happy idk

user8 she's living her best life fr!!

charles_leclerc the second photo was taken moments before disaster 😘

georgerussell63 WHAT HAPPENED

yourusername charles marc hervé perceval leclerc don't you dare.

charles_leclerc she dropped her sandwich in the koi pond and they all ate it 🤷‍♂️

yourusername WHY ARE YOU EXPOSING ME CHARLES. IT WAS EMBARRASSING ENOUGH. FUCK YOU.

georgerussell63 that's not THAT bad y/n but also your name is so long charles??

charles_leclerc tell me about it ☹️

yukitsunoda loved getting sushi with you y/n!!

yourusername YUKIII WE NEED TO DO IT AGAIN i swear you know all the best spots

landonorris sushi 🤮

yourusername mr norris you have the palate of a five year old boy now shut up before i remove your ipad privileges ❤️

logansargeant third pic goes harddd wonder who took it 😍

yourusername thanks logie much appreciated babes 💋💋

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tagged charles_leclerc, pierregasly

yourusername last slide is very much true, coming from a very credible source (me). loved being in japan this week, すぐに戻ってきます ❤️ ( i'll be back soon )

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user9 sometimes i forget that y/n is monegasque as well

user10 NO REAL

user11 THE RED THEMEEE LOVE!!

user12 the last slide HELPPP

user13 everyone say THANK YOU Y/N for the charles crumbs

user14 THANK YOU Y/N WE LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU MORE THAN YOU KNOW 💋

charles_leclerc the last slide y/n 🤣

yourusername @/pierregasly my favorite bromance 👊

pierregasly thanks for the love y/n 🤣❤️

landonorris photo credits? 📷☹️

yourusername not needed after the little stint you pulled today ☝️

oscarpiastri lets normalise giving context 😊😊😊

yourusername someone (naming no names) CHEATED at uno.

landonorris I DIDNT KNOW YOU COULDNT KEEP CARDS FOR SAFEKEEPING

yourusername IN WHAT GAME CAN YOU KEEP CARDS FOR SAFEKEEPING??

oscarpiastri yeah...the no photo creds was deserved

yourusername

( caption one: ferrari girls on film 🏎️ + tags | caption two: to all the haters saying i can't bowl, guess who just fucking won!! @/charles_leclerc you are a WEAK opponent 👎 )

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tagged charles_leclerc, lec

yourusername i hereby declare that this ice cream brand is officially y/n certified (coming from ice cream's no.1 fan). now go support my brother or wtv 🍦😜

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user15 AWWW Y/N SUPPORTING CHARLES

user16 my fav siblings ever 🫶🫶

user17 THE ICE CREAM LOOKS SO NICE CANT WAITT TO BUY

charles_leclerc thanks for the free advertisement y/n 😊😊

yourusername you're welcome cha!! (i'll act like you didn't ask me to do this 😊)

charles_leclerc shhh y/n that's meant to be a secret!

yourusername whoops?? 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

landonorris if you advertise my quadrant merch in the future i'll give you a papaya paddock pass? 👐👐

yourusername unfortunately y/n leclerc's services extend to that of her immediate family only. if you have any issues with the above, don't message me about them!

landonorris why are you speaking like someone else y/n

yourusername so i sound more fancy

alexandrasaintmleux something delicious is in this post and it's not the ice cream 🤤

yourusername MY WIFE 😘😘

charles_leclerc not the public flirting AND being rude about my ice cream ☹️☹️

yourusername hahahaha sucks to be you rn 🫵

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yourusername "i've only had leo for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him, i would kill everyone in this room and then myself"

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user18 Y/N IS A B99 FAN CONFIRMED??

user19 THE BEST SHOWWW

user20 LEO IS THE CUTESTTT

user21 auntie y/n babysitting omg 🥺🥺

yourusername stop it rn auntie makes me sound so old 😔😔

user21 OMG SHE REPLIED?!

charles_leclerc my baby 🥺

yourusername im planning on stealing him from you at some point 😘

charles_leclerc im sorry?? first my girlfriend now my dog??

yourusername stay on high alert charles nothing is safe around me 🚨🚨

lilymhe cutie 😉😉

yourusername YOUUUU!!

alex_albon the dog's cuter

yourusername 'the dog' has a NAME albon, and you're just jealous your girlfriend prefers me to you!

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yourusername 上海之夜 🌃 ( shanghai nights )

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user22 Y/N IN SHANGHAI FOR THE GP??

user23 I LOVE YOU Y/NNNN

user24 does she go to every race?

user25 she said on an interview once that she tries to attend every race & flies with her brother (& sometimes his girlfriend alex) whenever she does go to them! she couldn't make jeddah this year because she had other commitments at the time, but she tries to go to most of them!

user26 Y/N LECLERC IS THAT A MAN IN UR SECOND PIC??

user27 SOFT LAUNCH MAYBEEE??

charles_leclerc y/n i don't recognise that second pic? 🤔🤔

yourusername charles calm down it's literally a friend

charles_leclerc why not tag him then??

yourusername as a nice FRIEND, i actually value his life so im trying to save him from you, arthur and lorenzo ❤️

lance_stroll I MISS YOU

lance_stroll this is marilou by the way ive lost my own phone 😔

yourusername MARILOUUU MY ANGELLL I LOVE YOU!! leave ur boyfriend for me

lance_stroll y/n im back what is this.

yourusername idc about you tell marilou to come over

iamrebeccad in awe of you forever 🤩

yourusername love you becca ❤️

imessages ( y/n )

maxverstappen1

( caption: pov - mr world champion x3 gets his phone robbed by a 22 year old girl who enjoys harassing people on the daily 😘 [...] @/yourusername FOLLOW ME NOWWWW (please) )

yourusername

( caption: me when max asks me why i stole his phone, promoted my instagram account and then left [...] @/maxverstappen1 sorry about that 😬💗 )

imessages ( y/n )

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yourusername cali this week, miami next ✈️

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user28 i swear i'd sell my soul to live your life y/n

user29 she's actually stunninggg

user30 Y/NNN MY ANGEL FR

user31 hottest leclerc (real)

georgerussell63 you after stalking me and carmen to california??

landonorris SORRY?

yourusername okay guys lets clear up the rumours!! 😁😁 i actually got invited to an EVENT in california, and george and carmen happened to be there, so like yes, i have been with them but i did NOTTT stalk them guys im not about that lifestyle

georgerussell63 yeah but like how do i know you're not watching me while i sleep 🤔

yourusername that's the whole beauty of it, you'll never EVER know 😁

carmenmmundt come over please george is annoying me

yourusername omw bbg 😘😘

georgerussell63 betrayal 101

alexandrasaintmleux missing you rn 😔😔

charles_leclerc you're literally with me right now??

alexandrasaintmleux yeah and im missing your sister??

yourusername I LOVE YOU ALEX im seeing you soon trust

logansargeant come to miami quicker you promised i could show you all the best spots :(

yourusername I SWEAR IM ON MY WAY LOGANNN

logansargeant

( caption: i let y/n in my house and the first thing she does is pull out her diary to document our day [...] @/yourusername least you could do is say "thanks for letting me in" ☹️ )

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yourusername bro said "i know a spot" and took me to a lake.

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user32 THE CAPTION SCREAMINGGG

user33 that's so logan i actually cant HELP

user34 the second pic 🤣

user35 y/n after third wheeling:

charles_leclerc so this is why you wouldn't go on a walk with me

yourusername maybe i shouldve gone on that walk idk, logan is a bit of a reckless boat driver

logansargeant IM NOT??

yourusername logan babe, we were coming up to a rock and you shouted 'land ahoy', i have reason to be scared ❤️

oscarpiastri HELP LAND AHOY?? ARE YOU A PIRATE LOGAN

logansargeant IT WAS A JOKE OKAY PARDON ME FOR MY HUMOR

yourusername 'pardon me' aren't we getting posh!

logansargeant dont lie you had a great time

yourusername define "great time"...because i sat there and sunbathed for like three hours while you caught a couple of 'beauties'

logansargeant and then you ate one of those beauties for dinner??

yourusername best part of the entire thing your mom makes a mean fish yum yum 😋😋

user36 AW SHE WENT TO HIS HOUSE

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yourusername LANDO NOWINS BRCOMES LANDO WIQH WINSSSS 😁😁🏆🏆 so hqppy for you rihht now, and for max & charles and their podium!! ❤️

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user37 reason no.1209212 as to why y/n is the best:

user38 THIS POST AWWW

user39 the way she's so proud of him and her brother 🥺🥺

user40 and max!!

landonorris couldn't have a post without charles and max featuring huh 😔

yourusername unfortunately charles IS my brother, and max IS my friend as well, so im legally obliged to celebrate with both of them too

landonorris yeah but...my first win ☹️

yourusername next win trust i'll dedicate an entire post to you babes ❤️

charles_leclerc the spelling y/n 🤣🤣

yourusername I WAS DRUNK OKAY BLAME MAX

maxverstappen1 BLAME ME HUH

yourusername YOU GOT ME DRUNK MATE

charles_leclerc absolutely shocking behaviour from a world champion

yourusername RIGHT??

maxverstappen1 how come i never get these sort of posts when i win

yourusername would you like one next time maxie?? 😁

maxverstappen1 please 😔

yourusername watch its coming 🔥🔥🔥

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[arieslost]

little spoon | ln4

summary: lando is the little spoon for the first time.

word count: 835

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you’re half asleep when lando finally gets into bed.

you don’t mean to fall asleep, fully intending to stay awake, but the jet lag is really getting to you. you were hellbent on staying up in order to spend some extra time alone with your boyfriend after such a tumultuous day, especially because your flight to jeddah had been delayed.

you had only caught a glimpse of him before he had to get in the car, so you couldn’t do your pre-race ritual. instead, lando had sprinted to where you stood at the side of the track, hoping to at least give him an encouraging thumbs up, and kissed you so quickly that you barely even felt it before he was running back to his car.

so yeah, a little private time to decompress together sounded really nice. you’ve been trying everything you could, but you’re fighting a losing battle with your heavy eyelids.

the dip of the mattress has you blinking your eyes open, rubbing a hand over your face as lando slips under the covers. you give him a soft smile, and he returns it.

“hey, sleepy,” he whispers.

“hey,” you whisper back. “y’okay?”

“yeah. tired. still kinda pissed off.” he admits.

the race had gone so well, for a little while, at least. the rush of adrenaline you felt when your boyfriend led the race was like nothing you’d ever experienced before, and then he crossed the finish line in p8. you’re still learning the ins and outs of race strategy and whatnot, but you know that something had gotten lost when it came to lando’s strategy.

“sorry, baby,” you reach out and brush your fingers through his curls, still damp from the shower. “things will be better next race.”

“at least one of us is optimistic.” he grumbles, pressing himself further into your hand when you move it from his hair to caress his cheek.

“it will be,” you insist. “and i will be there, ready to say ‘i told you so.’”

he rolls his eyes playfully, and you push his face away in return. “you are so rude.”

“but you looove me,” he coos, grabbing your waist and pulling you into him.

“lucky you,” you make a face at him.

he laughs, sliding a hand to the back of your neck to pull you in for a long kiss.

you hum happily, appreciating how warm his body is and how good he smells. you want nothing more than to cuddle him close to you, pet his head, kiss his shoulder and his neck…

the lightbulb goes off in your head, and you break the kiss, causing lando to whine in dissatisfaction.

“baby…”

“you’re never the little spoon.” you say, like that explains why you’d want to stop kissing him.

“yeah,” he shrugs, pressing another kiss to your lips. “so?”

“so,” you begin, giggling when he goes in for yet another kiss, “maybe tonight you can be.”

“really?” he furrows his eyebrows. “you want to do that?”

“mhmm,” you affirm against his lips when he kisses you again before you can answer. “wanna hold you. you had a long day.”

“i did have a long day.” he agrees, sighing dramatically. “fine. one more kiss?”

“if you insist,” its your turn to playfully roll your eyes as he kisses you, smiling all the while and making an obnoxious mwah sound before he shifts onto his side away from you.

you scooch closer to him and a little further up the bed in order to get one of your arms between his neck and the pillow. the other goes under his own arm and rests against his bare chest.

“this okay?” you ask.

he nods, kissing your forearm.

“good,” you smile against his shoulder. “i love you, lan.”

“love you so much, my baby.” he murmurs, tangling your fingers together.

your heart beats a little faster at his use of my. for as long as you’ve been with him, you’ve never quite gotten used to that lovestruck feeling you get whenever he refers to you as his. you leave little kisses across his shoulder and his neck until his breathing evens out and your eyes fall shut.

when you wake in the morning, you’re sprawled out on your back with one lando norris still fast asleep and attached to your side like a koala. your left arm is still around his shoulders, but his face is snuggled into your neck, his arm is looped around your waist, and one of his legs is in between both of yours. you’re a little chilly courtesy of the blankets being stuck between your bodies, so you slowly move onto your side to face him so you can wrap your other arm around him and pull him closer.

he never says anything about it, to preserve his “macho-ness,” as he likes to put it, but every time he gets into bed and rolls onto his side after that night, you always know exactly what he’s asking for.

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[jennwritesf1]

i sleep so i can see you | isack hadjar

requested? : yes! based on this request

summary : isack hadn’t been sleeping well, and it finally catches up to him during a race weekend, where he finds himself falling asleep anywhere you are.

disclaimers : second pov (you/your); fluff; google translated french; slightly suggestive (if you squint), not proofread

word count : 1.8k

a/n : thanks for the request! hope this lives up to what you were wanting! I did change it up just a bit, but I think it still has what you were requesting! <3

Isacks world was full of constant noise. Noise from the media. Noise from the paddock. It was just something that came with the profession, something he had to constantly deal with. Continuous noise.

Which is why he cherished the quiet moments he spent with you. When the sun had set and the city had fallen quiet. When even shared whispers seemed too loud and hushed laughs echoed in the silence. Being wrapped in your arms, listening to the rhythmic beating of your heart, was all Isack needed. You were all he needed.

That’s how you found yourself now, in Isacks hotel room with his head tucked under your chin and arms wrapped securely around your waist. It was late, far too late for him to still be awake on a race weekend, but the longer he laid in your arms, wrapped in the quiet comfort of your embrace, the wider awake he found himself.

“You’re still awake?” You mumbled, half asleep yourself. You mindlessly brought a hand up to brush through the back of his short curls, a small smile making its way to your lips as you felt his body relax impossibly closer to your. Isack only hummed in response, causing you to sigh as you turned over to read the clock, 1:34am.

“Isack, love, you have to get in the car tomorrow,” you said, pulling away slightly to look him in the eyes. The room was dark, only a faint stream of purple light flooding in through the crack in the curtains. “Talk to me,” you added in a quieter voice, “I don’t want you driving while sleep deprived.”

Isack took a moment to answer, hesitation written all over his face. “Just jet lagged,” he said after a few seconds, burying his head back in your neck before you were able to respond. “I’m going to sleep,” he added, although the words came out muffled.

You adjusted slightly, and then began to run your hand up and down his back in slow, soothing motions. You could tell there was more running through his mind than just jet lag, but you weren’t going to push if he wasn’t ready to share.

“I love you,” you whispered again after a few minutes, and you felt his arms tighten just slightly around your waist.

“je t’aime (i love you)” he mumbled, voice much quieter than it was before. Before too long, you felt his breathing slow, becoming short, shallow breaths, and his grip loosened, signaling he had finally fallen asleep.

When the morning came, Isack found himself hurriedly getting ready because he had slept in. Sleep was still etched on his face as you two made your way to the track, and even though it was a short ten minute drive from the hotel to the paddock, Isack still managed to fall asleep.

His head lulled on your shoulder, and his hand was intertwined with yours. His warm breath fanned against your neck, and his trainer, who was sat in the front of the car, made sure to grab a few pictures to later use to poke fun at him.

If you thought the car ride was all, you’d be wrong. After Isack attended to his morning media duties and practice debrief, he was quick to locate you in the teams hospitality, and drug you off to his drivers room.

“Isack, you can’t nap,” you said with a laugh once he told you why he was dragging you away. “You have to get in the car in like, an hour,” you added, but that fell onto deaf ears as he shut the door behind you. “This is just going to make you more tired.”

“I don’t care, I’m tired now,” he said, pulling you down onto the rather small sofa, which you knew neither of you were going to be able to get comfortable on. Immediately his arms found your waist and his body was pressed to yours. With some slight adjustments, you were able to get into a semi-comfortable position.

“Isack, this looks so bad,” you said after a moment, a small laugh bubbling out of your lips. He lifted his head to look at you, eyebrows furrowed. “We disappeared into your drivers room, for nearly an hour,” you said, raising your eyebrows.

It took him a second to get what you were implying, but you could tell when he did. His eyes slightly widened, and heat rushed to his cheeks. He shook his head, the corners of his lips curving up. “I mean, I’m not opposed,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders.

You only laughed, shaking your head. “I changed my mind, go to sleep,” you said, causing him to laugh as well. You didn’t have to tell him twice though, because just a few minutes later his body had relaxed completely against yours. Despite the blinding lights that you were unable to turn off, you had been able to nod off as well.

Although not for long, a loud pounding on his drivers room door startled both of you awake, Isack nearly falling off of the sofa completely.

“You locked your door too?” You asked, sleepily shaking your head with a laugh. “They’re never going to let me near you.”

“Oh hush,” he said, running a hand through his hair and pulling his jacket back on before opening the door to reveal his race engineer, Pierre Hamelin, who had a very unamused look on his face.

“Espèce d'idiot(you idiot)! Where have you been? FP1 starts in ten minutes!” He scolded, pointing a very annoyed finger at your boyfriend, who was sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. It was only then his eyes land on you behind Isack, gathering both his and your things. “Oh,” was all Pierre said, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Isack looked back at you, then back to his engineer, a look of panic on his face as he realized you were right with what people would assume had happened. You could only chuckle as he scrambled to try and explain it wasn’t what it looked like, but you could tell no amount of explaining was convincing Pierre.

“Get changed for FP1, then after that you’re banned from your drivers room,” Pierre said after a moment, shaking his head as he glanced back to you again.

“You, out,” he said, pointing from you to the garage behind him. His voice was stern, but there was no real malice behind his eyes, he was just trying to get Isack to get in the car with no distractions.

“Yes sir,” you said with a small salute. You gave Isack a quick kiss in passing before making your way out of the room and into the garage.

If you thought banning him from his drivers room would stop him from falling asleep, you’d be wrong again.

After the practice session and media duties, Isack once again located you, this time in the back of the garage, chatting with a few of the engineers. You were sat up on one of the counters, and Isack was quick to join you.

He was never big on pda, but you could see the tired look in his eyes, so it didn’t shock you when he laced his hand with yours and let his head fall on your shoulder.

The garage was loud, and the lights blared in his face, but your voice grounded him. He let his eyes close, focusing solely on your voice as you talked about the restaurant the two of you had ate at last night, and before he knew it everything else had faded and he’d fallen asleep yet again.

You hadn’t realized at first, until the two engineers you were talking to began to laugh, pulling out their phones to take blackmail pictures.

You just smiled, leaning your head on his. How he had managed to fall asleep in the middle of the garage you weren’t quite sure, but as long as he was content, so were you.

He was able to nap a bit longer, but was eventually woken up for debriefs and FP2. By the end of the day, he was rushing you out of the paddock, hand laced with yours as he drug you to the car.

You had half expected him to fall asleep in the car again, but he hadn’t. By the time you guys got up to your shared hotel room, you were now the one with tired eyes and slow movement.

You made quick work of your night routine, skin care, brushing your teeth, and changing into pajamas, before joining Isack in bed.

A content sigh left your lips as his arms wrapped around you, his head resting on top of yours. You pressed a quick kiss to his jaw before relaxing further against him.

“Let’s actually sleep tonight, yeah?” You mumbled, eyes already closing. Isack began rubbing small, soothing, circles against your waist, humming in agreement.

“je t’aime,” he whispered, to which you were quick to whisper back. After that he fell silent, pulling you just slightly closer as he too closed his eyes, trying his hardest to fall asleep. A few minutes of silence passed, only the quiet hums of cars outside and your breathing filled the air.

With you in his arms, Isack felt content. The worries that flooded his mind last night was long forgotten, instead filled with just you. The warmth of your skin on his, your shallow breathing that fanned against his next, the feeling of your arms around him, it was comforting to him.

A few more minutes passed, and then-

“Love?” Isack said, his hushed voice drawing you from near sleep.

“Hm?” You hummed, not bothering to move or open your eyes. You were way too comfortable in your current spot.

“I can’t sleep.”

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[slutforln4]

little talks

part 1

landoxy/nreader

summary: in which Lando and you are forced to breakup due to his mental health getting much worse but will you find your way back together?

warnings: tooth rotting fluff towards end or in further parts maybe? definitely angsty, maybe some Oscar hate? not from my side but just from the POV of the story, suggestive at some parts maybe

not proof read literally wrote this in like 10 minutes cause I was bored lol tell me if y'all want another part fro this

March 2025

Lando and you have been dating since his debut season in F2, so it's been quite some time together so far. Sure, hate was always a thing, especially with Lando being this famous at such a young age and you basically being a "no one" in others eyes. Nevertheless you didn't quite care about it as much as Lando did, why would you? You're happy, he's your high school sweetheart, or more like racetrack sweetheart since you were always there with him, ever since.

As much you were able to deal with the hate, you must admit that last year was tough. Lando losing the championship fight and Oscar constantly beating him one race after another. As if that didn't already have had the biggest toll on his mental health, this season started just like the last one.

Jeddah just happened. Oscar ending up on P1 while Lando barely made it to P4. You already knew how the drive back to the hotel was gonna be, and how much worse the long flight home to Monaco was going to be. As if those long drives after bad races weren't already bad enough for you, Land decided to give you the silent treatment from the minute you got into your apartment in Monaco the next morning. Oh boy, the next few weeks are gonna be a challenge...

May 2025

First race in may, Miami, your favourite. Not just because lando got his first win here last year, but because of all the memories you've made here, especially the one where he proposed to you here last year after the race...

You just got here and made your way to the hotel immediately since it was like 11 p.m. and you're both jet lagged as shit. The mood has gotten maybe a little better, but it's as if something has changed after the last race cause he definitely doesn't ac like the Lando you've known for years anymore.

The first thing you did when getting into the room was to put your stuff down and get into the bathroom to have a shower, not knowing how that will set Lando off.

"You're going in the shower first now huh..? After I juts complained the whole ride that I'm sore and want a shower as soon as we get ti the hotel? damn, thank you..." He mumbled under his breath sarcastically while unpacking his suitcase a little.

You didn't want to fight right now, you couldn't. Instead of responding you just quietly shut the bathroom door behind you and went to have a quick shower to calm down a little. After just 15 minutes you come back out dressed in your pyjama and now ready for bed. Instead of going further into the bedroom you just stand there, looking at Lando sitting on the bed. It's like a reflection, he didn't even look like the Lando you once knew, happy and open, the cute lover boy with the silly laugh. All you did was to let out a sigh just to get another roll of the eyes from him, followed by an annoyed sigh of his.

"what?", You ask, genuinely wanting to know what sounded now to piss him off. again.

Instead of responding he just shook his head and that was the point you cracked, your nice demeanour falling from a mix of the exhaustion from the long flight here and just everything piling itself on top of each other in your relationship right now.

"No! you don't get to fucking ignore me again for fucks sake! Ive done NOTHING but being nice for the past week- no actually since this shitshow of a season started and I've gotten nothing from you. NOTHING!", you snap, Lando flinching back ever so slightly before just looking back down at his phone which pissed you off even more.

You walk over to the bed, grabbing his phone out of his hadn't and throwing it somewhere else on the bed. "Im not doing this anymore. I won't be the only one putting effort into this fucking relationship.", And for a moment there you could see his face changing a bit:

"What are you on about...?" He asks, voice quieter but not a single sign of reflection or whatsoever.

"You know exactly what I'm on about! Oscars beating you. Again." You say bluntly, crossing your arms defensively over your chest.

"seriously?", is all Lando says before letting out a huff and shaking his head, turning his back to you and closing his eyes.

"No. You know- No! Get up. Now. we're talking about this right now.", You snap, not getting a single reaction out of him, so you go further, stepping in front of him and starting to take off your engagement ring he proposed to you with just a few months ago.

His face immediately fell , grabbing your hand and trying to stop you from taking the ring off fully. "wha- No wait what the hell are you doing? Babe?"

You rip your hand out of his grip and tale off the ring fully, forcefully pushing it into his hand. "I don't want it anymore. I don't want this."

You never saw him getting up this quick, because within a second he's standing in front of you his hands finding your forearms as if you'd vanish if he let go. "No you don't mean that... You're tired- You're- Come on, that's silly y/n... put the ring back on...", He says calmly.

Tears build up In your eyes but you don't budge, crossing your arms and shaking your head with the thought of Lando trying again, at least once but instead he just nods and puts the ring into his pocket. The tears that have filled your eyes are quick to fall but you're even quicker to wipe them away.

Nothing else was said that night, but both went to bed in silence, so many unspoken words and feelings hanging in between the two of you that no one wants to talk out.

The next morning was even worse. He got up way before you apparently because when you got up at 9 AM he already wasn't there even tho media usually starts at 12. You sat up and checked your phone to see If he left any messages, but he didn't. There was too much anger cursing through your body to even think of Lando going out to Do something nice or apologise after what has happened last night, so instead of waiting fro him to come back, you decided to pack your stuff, book a flight back to Monaco and leave everything behind.

The flight was long and at this point you felt like you didn't get a single bit of sleep for the past week at least. Back in Lando and your shared Monaco apartment you unpacked your stuff that was originally packed for Italy before quietly wandering around the house, not even knowing what to do here all alone in this eerie silence.

What you found even more weird was Lando not having reached out to you two days after you left but even weirder that Lando canceled media AND practice day...

When F1 posted that Lando will miss qualifying day as well you knew something was definitely not right, so you immediately called him. Of course time zones were up, but you didn't care, you needed to hear something from him. 16 missed calls later you frantically started texting him all sorts of things, apologising for the suff you said and taking off just like that but he still didn't respond.

Its until several hours later, probably midnight in Miami when you suddenly get a call from him...

[auroralwriting]

coffee

spencer reid x fem!reader

spencer always feels better when you make him coffee to cheer him up. auroral writing's fallidays masterlist

word count: 1k

warnings: season 2 spencer, no use of y/n, show-accurate spencer aka he’s a little, sweet nerd, comfort but no angst

Sometimes, having your boyfriend at home was worse than missing him while he was on a case. Spencer would be exhausted from time to time, varying on the case they worked on. It wasn’t easy to see your love so beat down so often. He promised it was just jet lag, but deep down, you knew some of the cases bothered him, too.

Late last night, Spencer arrived back home. Whenever he was gone, you’d stay at his apartment to water his plants and make sure the place was top notch by the time he came home. He had slipped into bed with you while you slept, not wanting to disturb your peace.

When you woke up, your heart fluttered seeing your genius lying next to you. The dark circles around his eyes were more prominent than they usually were. He didn’t even change out of his clothes.

It was clear that his thoughts were heavy, even deep in sleep. You wondered how bad this case was. What always cheered Spencer up was a nice, warm cup of coffee in the morning. So, you decided that's what you'd do; make him a nice, warm cup to make him feel better.

You got up slowly, making sure to take soft steps in order to not wake Spencer up. You opened his dresser drawers and laid him out a tee shirt and some plaid pajama pants so he could get comfortable when he woke up.

Once that was done, you went into his kitchen and turned on his record player, some soft classical music filling the empty room. The tunes help occupy the space as you worked on breakfast.

The coffee pot beeped off when you heard soft creaks from Spencer’s bedroom.

You grabbed his mug, one catered to the way he made his coffee, and carefully walked into the bedroom once more. Spencer’s eyes softened when he looked at you. He rubbed his eyes, giving his iconic soft, goofy smile.

“G’morning, love.” Spencer muttered, softly stretching as he sat up.

Cheeks tinted with red, you sat on the side of the bed with the mug in hand. “Morning, Spence. I made you some coffee, fresh out of the pot.”

Spencer took a sip, a low hum coming from his throat. “Perfect,” he mused.

“Long case?” You asked, brushing a piece of his hair back from his forehead.

“Very much so,” Spencer nodded. He grabbed his glasses from the nightstand and pushed them up the bridge of his nose. “Statistically, ninth percent of victims gone within the first day or two are found safely. Ours had been gone a full week.”

Your heart lurched in your chest, you knew what he meant. “You all tried your best, honey.” You tried to comfort. “Did you catch him?”

“Yeah,” Spencer nodded, a sigh of relief following his next sip of coffee. “This is really good.”

“I made it just the same,” you chuckled.

Spencer gave a small shrug with a hint of a smile on hips lips. “It tasted better when I know it’s to make me feel better.”

“If it helps, I also made blueberry pancakes.” Spencer’s smile grew at your words. “Now, get comfy and come have breakfast with me. I’m starving.”

After a few minutes, Spencer walked out of the room. “You put on Beethoven,” he smiled. You knew that was his favorite composer. Spencer sat down, eagerly taking a bite of the food you prepared for him. “Baby, it’s so good,”

You smiled at his compliment, “I’m glad, Spence.”

“Let me make dinner tonight as a thank you,” Spencer said, swallowing the food in his mouth. “Please?”

No matter how many times you did nice things for him, Spencer always wanted to repay you. That’s one of the many reasons you loved him so much. He was always fair, kind, and truly the most loving man you’d ever met in your life. Your relationship was built off of love, trust, and balance. It was perfection.

“How could I ever say no to that face?” You giggled at the dopey smile he wore.

"How about more breakfast for dinner," Spencer offered, taking a sip from his mug. "I can make us cinnamon rolls, hot chocolate, and maybe today we can go out and get an apple pie, too."

Your face lit up at the thought, "You really do love me, don't you?"

Spencer laughed, "With every bone in my body."

"That coffee really helped your mood, huh?" You put your head on your hand as you stared lovingly at your boyfriend. What a perfect man he was.

"It did," Spencer admitted, "but the fact that you made it and did all of this for me is what really helped."

Once you were both finished eating, you and Spencer snuggled on the couch, a large blanket laying over top of both of your laps. You were both cuddled in the middle, laughing at the tv as you watched Halloweentown. It was the perfect fall day outside, and you both were on your second mugs of coffee.

"Don't we still need to go to the store?" Spencer asked as he played with a strand of your hair.

You softly hummed in reply, "It's noon, we still have time."

"Well, there's still several more Halloweentown movies to watch," Spencer replied with a smile. "At this rate, we'll never go to the store."

"A late midnight snack, then." You decided. "This is too nice to just give up."

Spencer pressed a kiss to your forehead, "I agree. I could go for a big midnight snack."

Even when you went to go to the store, more around seven, you stopped off at the local coffee place to grab a cup from them. They were just about to close, but it was worth it to see the look on Spencer's face.

The last cup of coffee was served at just a little past midnight as the two of you sat on the couch, criss crossed, eating cinnamon rolls and apple pie. Your mugs were still smoking from the heat of the coffee.

Spencer gently grabbed your chin, giving you a warm kiss. You tasted the icing on his lips from the cinnamon rolls.

"Thank you," Spencer said softly. "For today and the coffee."

"I'd do anything for you, Spencer." You replied with a small smile settling on your lips.

[vaginalvr]

oh my gosh the gif where you asked for requests, it has me thinking. perhaps like a spencer x bau! reader and it’s just kinda pillow talk and where they sort of talk about the future, ya know like getting married and having kids type of stuff.

i supposeeeeeeee 🤗🤗🤗

a/n This is super cutie. enjoy!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Come submit an idea :)

cw: Emotional intimacy, mild suggestive content, but mostly soft and romantic

Now, hours later, you’re wrapped up in a pair of Spencer’s sweatpants and one of his old cardigans, warm skin still humming from the shower, your body curled against his under the comforter.

The room is dim, moonlight pooling through the window. Spencer’s lying on his side, propped on one elbow, his fingers lazily stroking the bare skin of your arm. Your head rests on his chest, right over the steady beat of his heart.

Neither of you has said much since you got home—just a few soft kisses, a murmured “I love you,” the kind of quiet that only happens when you don’t need words to feel safe.

But now, as your limbs tangle beneath the sheets and sleep threatens, his voice finds you.

“Do you ever think about what comes after this?”

You tilt your head, chin resting on his ribs. “After what?”

“This,” he says softly, gesturing at nothing in particular. “The BAU. Chasing monsters. Jet lag and cold coffee and hotel rooms.”

You hum, shifting so you can meet his eyes. They’re thoughtful, distant in the way they get when his mind is half in a memory and half in the future. You reach up and trace your fingers down his jaw, gently grounding him.

“Sometimes,” you admit. “I used to be scared to.”

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t think I’d get an after,” you whisper. “Before you… I didn’t picture anything past the next case.”

Spencer’s eyes soften, and he brings your hand to his lips, kissing each knuckle slowly. “Me too.”

The silence that follows is full of understanding. You’ve both seen things that make the idea of ‘later’ feel fragile. But here, wrapped in each other, it feels possible.

“I think about it all the time now,” he says. “Not in a desperate way. Just… little flashes.”

“Like what?”

Spencer smiles, that boyish curve of his lips that still melts your heart. “Like you in a wedding dress. A quiet ceremony. Maybe just us and the team. And then this ridiculous honeymoon where we forget how to do anything except be happy.”

Your breath catches a little. He says it so casually, like he’s just listing grocery items. But you can see the honesty in his eyes.

“You want to get married?” you ask softly, more touched than surprised.

He gives you a look. “Of course I do. I’ve been in love with you for three years. I want everything with you.”

You blink back the sudden sting in your eyes, smile wobbling. “Well, you’re in luck. I want everything with you too.”

Spencer’s hand rests over your stomach, fingers idly brushing beneath the hem of your shirt. “Do you think we’ll know when it’s time to stop chasing monsters?”

You exhale, thinking. “I don’t know if we ever really stop. But I think someday we’ll want to stay. To build something instead of always cleaning up after what’s broken.”

He nods. “Yeah. I want that. A house. Not too big. Maybe a porch. Some bookshelves I can overfill.”

You grin. “You’ll overfill every room.”

He chuckles softly, then quiets, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Do you want kids?”

The question lands gently, not like a bomb but like something sacred. Something careful. You swallow around the lump in your throat.

“I think I do,” you whisper. “I used to say I wasn’t sure. Too dangerous. Too messy. But lately… I see a life with you, and it feels different. Like it’s something we could protect.”

Spencer’s eyes shine in the moonlight. “You’d be such a good mom.”

You snort softly. “Yeah? Even when I swear like a sailor and get hangry on stakeouts?”

He laughs. “Especially then. You’re real. You care so deeply. I see it every day. And any kid would be lucky to grow up with you as their mother.”

You press a kiss to his collarbone, overwhelmed with love. “What about you? Think you could handle the chaos?”

His smile fades into something more vulnerable. “I used to be terrified I’d turn into my mom. That I’d pass something down without meaning to. But now… I think I’d be okay. Not because I’d be perfect. But because I’d have you. And because I’d try.”

Your heart swells at the tenderness in his voice.

“You’d be the most loving dad,” you say, fingertips brushing through his curls. “You’d read them stories with all the voices. Make them pancakes shaped like animals. Teach them to be kind and curious.”

Spencer closes his eyes, like he’s imagining it. “I want to teach them chess. And long division. And how to spot a lie.”

You laugh quietly. “You’d turn them into little profilers.”

“Just the healthy kind,” he promises. “Smart, but not afraid to feel things. I want them to know it’s okay to cry. That being strong doesn’t mean being silent.”

You rest your forehead against his. “We’d build something beautiful.”

He nods, and his voice goes soft. “You make everything feel possible.”

You lie there for a while, breathing each other in, wrapped in a future that hasn’t happened yet but feels real enough to touch.

After a few minutes, Spencer murmurs, “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Of course.”

“I already have a ring.”

You pull back just enough to look him in the eye, heart stuttering. “You what?”

He smiles sheepishly. “I’ve had it for a few months. I’ve just been waiting. For the right time. The right moment.”

You stare at him, heart thudding wildly. “Spencer…”

“I wasn’t going to do it tonight,” he adds quickly, voice warm and calming. “Not like this. Not after a long case, in bed with no grand gesture. But now that we’re talking about the future, it feels silly to keep it a secret.”

You bite your lip, eyes stinging again. “Is it weird that I love that you told me like this?”

He shakes his head, brushing your cheek. “No. Because this—us, talking about our lives in bed, dreaming together—this is what I want forever to feel like.”

You lean in and kiss him, slow and deep, full of promise.

When you break apart, you whisper against his lips, “So… when you do ask, I’ll say yes.”

Spencer smiles against your mouth. “Good. Because I plan on asking a hundred times over the years. Just to hear you say it again.”

You laugh, pulling him close, and he settles into the crook of your body, arms tight around you.

The future is still uncertain. The work is still hard. But for the first time in a long time, you feel like it’s okay to dream. To imagine wedding rings and bedtime stories and messy pancakes on Sunday mornings. A life that’s more than surviving.

And in Spencer’s arms, you know—whatever comes next, you’ll face it together.

[jacqueline-01]

OK I'm thinking aaron hotchner x wife!reader when he was sent to the middle east for a short bit to run a task force but then instead of him coming back for a "case" like he thought reader pulls him to the side and tells him he's gonna be a daddy for a second time! Just fluff

Mission: Daddy 2.0

A.H x Wife!Reader

Pure Fluff

Aaron Hotchner wasn’t entirely sure what he was walking into. After weeks overseas, running a special task force in the Middle East, he’d expected a quiet return, maybe a subdued evening with you and Jack. But the minute he stepped through the front door, he knew something was different.

For one, you were practically buzzing with excitement, your energy so infectious it made his jet-lagged brain suspicious.

“You’re back!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms around him before he could even set his bag down.

He laughed, the sound low and warm as he hugged you tightly. “I’m back,” he agreed, dropping a kiss on the top of your head. “Miss me?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” you said, looking up at him with a sly smile. “You hungry? Tired? Or are you up for… a surprise?”

That got his attention. “A surprise?” he repeated, his profiler instincts kicking in. “Should I be worried?”

You grinned mischievously, grabbing his hand. “Only if you hate good news. Come on, sit.”

Hotch allowed himself to be pulled into the living room, where you all but pushed him onto the couch. He sank into the cushions, his curiosity growing by the second as you began to pace in front of him, clearly trying to find the right words.

“Okay,” you started, hands on your hips. “So, you know how Jack’s been asking for a sibling?”

His eyebrows shot up, caught completely off-guard by the question. “I… do. You told him to ask Santa.”

You pointed at him. “Exactly! Which was a brilliant distraction, thank you. But, uh…” You trailed off, biting your lip to keep from laughing.

“But?” he prompted, leaning forward.

“But it turns out, we might’ve beaten Santa to it,” you blurted, throwing your hands up as if to say, Surprise!

For a moment, he just blinked at you, clearly trying to connect the dots. Then his gaze dropped to your stomach—though there wasn’t a visible change yet—and darted back up to your face.

“Wait,” he said slowly, his tone incredulous but tinged with dawning realization. “Are you saying…?”

You couldn’t hold back your grin any longer. “I’m pregnant, Aaron. We’re having another baby!”

His reaction wasn’t immediate. Instead, he sat there for a beat, looking almost comically frozen. Then—like a switch had been flipped—he was on his feet, closing the distance between you in two long strides.

“You’re serious?” he asked, his voice breathless as his hands found your waist.

“Completely serious,” you replied, laughing at the way his face lit up.

He let out a stunned laugh, pulling you into a tight hug. “How long have you known?”

“A few weeks,” you admitted, resting your head against his chest. “I wanted to tell you in person, but it was torture keeping it to myself.”

Hotch leaned back, looking down at you with a mixture of awe and teasing exasperation. “You mean you let me get off a 14-hour flight and didn’t warn me I was about to have my life changed?”

You smirked, looping your arms around his neck. “I figured a little suspense would keep you awake. Was I wrong?”

He laughed again, shaking his head. “Not wrong. Just… unbelievable.” His hands slid to your stomach, resting there gently as if he were afraid of breaking the moment. “Another baby,” he murmured, his voice soft. “How do you feel?”

“Excited,” you said honestly, covering his hands with yours. “And a little nervous. But mostly excited. Jack’s going to lose his mind.”

That earned another laugh, and Aaron’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “He’s going to ask if he gets to name them.”

“Oh, absolutely. And the first suggestion will be something ridiculous, like ‘Spider-Man Hotchner.’”

“Or ‘Captain Jack,’” Aaron added dryly, earning a snort of laughter from you.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, the excitement settling into something quieter but no less joyous. Finally, Aaron tilted his head, a sly smile curving his lips.

“You know,” he said, “I’ve faced international criminals, interrogated spies, and worked with some of the most brilliant minds in the world. But somehow, you still manage to outsmart me.”

You grinned, leaning up to kiss him. “That’s because I’m the real mastermind in this family, Hotchner. Don’t forget it.”

“Never,” he murmured against your lips.

And as Jack came barreling down the stairs a few moments later, demanding hugs and peppering Aaron with questions, you knew this was only the beginning of a new, beautiful adventure for your growing family.

[orangesaek]

‘wet socks & flip-flops’ | dj johnny be

summary: your post-breakup healing plan did not include coconut ice cream with rainbow sprinkles and water guns… and a hottie

genre: mainly fluff with a bit of crack (just johnny being johnny)

pairing: johnny x gn!reader | wc: 1.1k

a/n: slightly proofread; i miss johnny :(((

You didn’t fly halfway across the world to fall for a DJ.

You came to heal, allegedly.

According to your best friend, the cure for a soul traumatized by a toxic relationship involved a backpack, some vaguely planned hostels, and sweating through three countries’ worth of street food.

“We’ll find ourselves,” she said. “Or at least find some hot strangers who will help us forget.”

Which is how you found yourself on a beach in Chiang Mai, Thailand, coated in neon body paint, ears vibrating from bass drops, and watching a tall, impossibly attractive guy command the DJ booth like he was born on a beat. You had no idea who he was. Just that his music made you feel like you had a pulse again, and that his tank top and occasional shout-outs in English made him stand out in the haze of lights and bodies.

Also, he smiled like he knew he was hot but hadn’t let it go to his head, which felt unfair.

Your friend shouted over the music, “That’s Johnny from NCT!”

You stared at her, unable to hear her clearly. “NC what?”

She rolled her eyes. “He’s an idol. A big one.”

“Oh, cool. His set’s really good.”

“Right? And he’s like, tall. That’s idol height.”

You nodded vaguely, more interested in dancing than Googling him. Whoever Johnny was, he knew how to work a crowd. You hadn’t moved your hips like that in ages. Not since your ex said you “danced like a confused baby deer”.

Screw him.

You were thriving. Glowing. Possibly dehydrated, but definitely thriving.

The next day, Thailand hit you with another surprise: Songkran Festival, aka the Great National Water War. You were barely functioning, jet-lagged, and emotionally fragile when a ten-year-old sniped you in the back with a Super Soaker. That’s how your night began.

You retaliated with a vengeance, stalking through the streets like a warrior goddess in flip-flops. You were ducking behind a cart of grilled squid when someone nailed you in the face with a clean shot. Cold water, square in the face.

You spluttered, turned and saw him.

Tall, grinning, water gun in hand like it was a casual extension of his soul. Johnny, the DJ from last night.

“Sorry!” he called out, clearly amused. “Didn’t see you there!”

You blinked water out of your lashes. “You again?”

His smile wavered. “You recognize me?”

“Yeah,” you said, pointing. “You were the DJ last night. You’re really good.”

He blinked. “Oh. I thought you meant… never mind.” He chuckled. “Thanks, it’s just a side thing.”

“A side thing?”

“I’m actually an idol. DJing’s just for fun when I have the time.”

“Right, my friend said you’re in… NCT or something?”

He laughed. “Yeah, NCT 127.”

“Is that like the number of members or the number of songs you’re required to memorize as a fan?”

He gasped dramatically. “Ouch.”

You shrugged, grinning. “I’m a casual observer. I came for the beach, not the bias list.”

You ended up walking beside him, wading through puddles, dodging kids with buckets. He was easy to talk to, unexpectedly grounded for someone who probably had fans with Twitter accounts dedicated to his tattoos. He talked about the tour he was on, how he managed to squeeze in last night’s DJ gig during a short break.

“It’s weird,” he said, suddenly thoughtful. “Some of the members are enlisting now. I’m American, so I don’t have to, but… it’s strange watching everyone go one by one. Makes me lonely, honestly. They’re my brothers, y’know?”

You didn’t interrupt. You just listened, and he noticed.

“Thanks,” he said after a moment of silence. “Most people either fangirl or freeze up. You’re just… here.”

“Waterlogged and undercaffeinated,” you offered.

He laughed. “Still counts.”

After a while, he asked, “What brings you to Thailand?”

“My friend’s wild ‘post-breakup healing backpack world tour’ idea. I was crying into fried chicken when she booked the tickets.”

He laughed, then paused. “You okay now?”

You smiled. “Getting there.”

You passed an ice cream stand, and he pointed. “You need that.”

“I’m fine.”

“Backpacker healing rule #99,” he said solemnly. “Always say yes to dessert.”

He bought you both coconut ice cream with rainbow sprinkles. “Johnny style”, he said, clinking his plastic spoon with yours. You sat on the curb together, watching the festival chaos unfold.

“So,” he asked between bites, “what’s next on your world tour?”

“Macau,” you said. “Flying out in two days.”

“No way,” he grinned. “We’re performing there in three.”

“Oh yeah?”

“You should come.”

You squinted at him. “To an NCT concert?”

He looked at you, deadly serious. “Yeah, VIP with backstage pass from yours truly. You and your friend.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” he said, finishing his ice cream. “You listened to me talk about enlistment sadness while I had wet socks. You’ve earned it.”

You gave him a look. “You realize that sounds like the setup to a fanfic, right?”

He grinned. “Would it help if I said I was also in a fictional arranged marriage with my bandmate and fell for my neighbor who was also another bandmate?”

“…Honestly? Slightly.”

He laughed so hard he choked on his ice cream.

“Okay but seriously, I’ll leave your name with one of our managers.”

“Sure… and you’ll recognize me in a stadium of thousands?”

“I’ll find you,” he said confidently. “You’ll be the only one not screaming.”

“Or throwing a lightstick at your face.”

“Exactly.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “Fine, but how are you going to contact me then?”

He pulled out his phone. “Give me your Instagram. I’m modern like that.”

Just as you were typing it in, his phone buzzed. It was his manager. He sighed, then looked up.

“I have to head back. But… I can walk you to your hotel first?”

You raised a brow. “That’s unnecessarily sweet of you.”

“I’m tall and Midwestern. It’s genetic.”

The walk was short but full of weird jokes, shared stories, and at least three awful puns. One of which was, “Songkran (so can) you stay in my life forever?”, which made you threaten to report him to the Pun Police.

When you reached your hotel, he hesitated at the entrance.

“So,” he said, hands in his pockets. “See you in Macau?”

“If the tickets are real.”

“They are, and I will find you.”

You narrowed your eyes. “If you’re lying, I’m gonna expose you online and say you squirted cold water on me square in the face.”

He laughed. “Fair enough.”

He gave you a little wave and backed away, nearly slipping on wet pavement and laughing at himself.

You watched him go, wondering if you were mildly delusional or if you’d just been invited to a K-pop concert by a gorgeous DJ who handed you healing in the form of music and coconut ice cream with rainbow sprinkles.

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[rosecoloredsunshine]

wanna try out my fuzzy pink handcuffs? — evan peters

masterlist | request link

PAIRINGS: evan peters x female!reader

SUMMARY: you kind of expected that evan will be arrested during the juno part of sabrina's concert. but it turns out, sabrina had decided to arrest you instead.

REMINDERS: please be reminded that this is a work of fiction. meaning that all events and occurrences in this story are all fictional and all are part of my imagination. any resemblance to actual life events and people, living or dead, are all purely coincidence.

WARNINGS: no use of y/n, fluff-ish, established relationship, flirty banter (mostly from sabrina lol), and minor typographical error

WORD COUNT: 1k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: yay, my first evan peters rpf! this has been requested. also, this idea had been on my mind lately, mostly inspired by jack antonoff and margaret qualley when they attended sabrina's tour, and sabrina decided to juno-arrest margaret instead of jack, lol. soooooo hope you guys will enjoy this one! :)

The atmosphere inside the Crypto.com Arena buzzed with anticipation, the energy was evident as the crowd were all ecstatic and swaying to the beat of Sabrina Carpenter’s concert. You stood beside Evan, with his arms wrapped loosely around your waist. Both of you were still reeling from the post-vacation glow from your birthday trip to Japan. The last traces of jet lag had faded, and been replaced by the excitement of attending the Short n’ Sweet concert.

Evan had surprised you with these tickets the moment you landed back in Los Angeles, an extra added birthday gift for you, aside from going on a trip to Japan, and knowing how much you adored Sabrina. It was also one of the many things that made your relationship with him so special—his ability to remember every little thing that makes you happy.

The moment the camera panned to Evan, the entire arena erupted in cheers. It wasn't really surprising, after all, Evan was everyone’s boyfriend. All of his fans adored him, and it was clear that the crowd was delighted, some were shouting happily, to see him in attendance.

Evan was momentarily startled before offering a shy smile. He ducked his head slightly, his free hand coming up to rub the back of his neck—a signature move that had long since become second nature to him when he was flustered. His lips also twitched into a boyish grin as the cheers grew louder and louder, and you couldn't help but laugh softly at his reaction.

You decided to hang around off to the side, avoiding being included in the LED screen with Evan, and just watching him with amusement, smiling bright as you soaked in the moment. Every now and then, you let out a small laugh, shaking your head at how easily he still got shy despite being an A-list celebrity.

Sabrina, standing in the middle of the stage, tilted her head playfully as she looked at Evan’s reaction. Then, with a teasing glint in her eye, she spoke right into the mic.

“Oh, oh, we know this man!” she said, voice playfully as the crowd screamed even louder. “Evan Peters, everybody. Everyone’s boyfriend.”

Then, Sabrina continued, smirking, tilting her head in that mischievous way of hers. “Now Evan, I know you’re hot and all, but is it possible that you could bring out someone that’s more hotter than you?”

The fans screamed in anticipation, and without hesitation, Evan smiled and nodded, putting out a thumbs up. He then turned to you, his touch gentle as he pulled you closer beside him. You barely had time to register what was happening before you felt all eyes on you, the camera now fully capturing your face on the LED screen. The reaction of all the fans was immediate, cheers turned deafening. Now it was your turn to be shy.

Your breath caught slightly as you blinked at the sheer volume of the response. You were not unfamiliar with attention, being Evan’s girlfriend meant that your face was often recognized in public, and your own career in the legal profession had earned you plenty of respect—but this was different. It was overwhelming, but in the best way possible.

With a small, bashful smile, you raised a hand to wave at the camera, your fingers curling in a shy little motion. You could feel the warmth creeping up your neck, your ethereal features bathed in the glow of the concert lights and screen, with Evan’s arm finding your waist, unconsciously drawing small circles on your sides.

Sabrina, watching the entire exchange, grinned like she had just won the lottery. “Oh. Oh wow, this is so crazy,” she said, fanning herself dramatically. “I mean, wow. Whoever made you, god bless their genetics.”

The whole crowd screamed in agreement with Sabrina. Evan, still standing beside you chuckled under his breath, his arms still resting comfortably around your waist. His grip on you was now firm yet affectionate, nodding and agreeing with the crowd, as if to silently say, ‘Yeah, I know. She’s perfect, isn't she?’

“Alright, my gorgeous angel, I need your name before we do this.” Sabrina asked through the mic.

You told her, and she grinned. “Damn, that’s a sexy name. I believe that your name and mine, they’d sound real good together in a relationship.” she winked at you, then fanned herself again exaggeratedly. “My clothes just fell off thinking about it.”

Right on cue, her dress went off, revealing a new dress that is much shorter. The crowd roared, and Evan threw his head back, laughing. You could feel your face burning, the attention both flattering and overwhelming. Sabrina turned, and one of the backup dancers handed her a pair of fluffy pink heart-shaped handcuffs, and raised it.

“Listen you guys, I was originally gonna arrest Evan, but baby, I think I just found someone way hotter.” Sabrina winked at you.

You covered your face with both hands, laughing and leaned shyly towards Evan. He bursted out laughing at your reaction, and stepping gently aside, with his arm still around your waist, playfully telling Sabrina to take you and not him.

“Alright, I need you to take this handcuff, my love. Come on, don’t be shy,” Sabrina teased. “Take ‘em. You’re under arrest for being too hot, you have the right to remain sexy.”

You finally gave in, taking the handcuffs with a laugh, lifting them up for the camera to see. The crowd went wild, and Evan, still chuckling, had now wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to press a kiss to your temple.

“She’s all yours, Sabrina.” he said to Sabrina jokingly, voice warm with affection.

Sabrina let out a playful sigh. “Evan, I hate to break it to you, but you just lost your girl to me.”

You covered your face again with one hand, shaking your head as the crowd cheered in approval.

Evan, laughing beside you, kissed the side of your head again and whispered, “she can have her moment, but you’re still coming home with me.”

You burst out laughing, and Evan shook his head, laughing with you.

© rosecoloredsunshine, 2025

[yungistiny]

camgirl ═ chapter eight

[ S. Mingi ]

chapter eight: say it back

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summary: mingi just really needs some cash and he was told all he had to do was hold a camera. simple enough. he just didn’t anticipate the type of content he’d be helping to create

warning: emo mingi, stoner mingi, switch mingi, switch reader, mingi is hung, creampie, unprotected sex, choking, spanking, masturbation, rough sex, degradation, size kink, spitting, deep throating, possessive mingi/reader, public sex, mentions of domestic abuse

pairing: mingi x afab/reader

genre: smut, angst, drama, romance

word count: 2.5k

chapter seven

chapter nine coming soon

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It was storming. Y/N could hear the thunder rumbling outside and the black curtain on the window in Mingi’s room was left open, the lights from the city night life giving a luminous glow into the room, rain blurring the glass.

She knew it had to be really late, the time on her phone when she checked it after hearing San and Wooyoung stumbling in through the hall a little while ago was already after 2:00 am. The two lovers across the hall in the bedroom over had grown quiet just before the storm began.

Mingi was passed out, curled up behind her, arm snug around her waist, face buried into her hair as he slept. Y/N couldn’t sleep. She hadn’t said it back.

“I love you.”

She had been playing his little slip up over and over again in her head. Love. Y/N knew she loved him, there was no use denying it, but it was like the words got caught on her tongue.

Y/N reached an arm out once again for her phone that she had shoved under the pillow her head lay on. 4:37 am. She was so tired, the jet lag beating her ass, but her mind was so awake she knew there was no way she was going to be able to sleep anytime soon.

She slowly moved Mingi’s arm off of her, quietly getting out of the bed, the oversized black Calvin Klein shirt of Mingi’s y/n had on almost reached her knees. She tiptoed towards the door, using her phone for light and freezing at the creak it made when she opened it.

Y/N wasn’t sneaking out or anything, she was really thirsty and needed to pee and just didn’t want to wake up her sleeping boyfriend.

A light and noise was already coming from the kitchen. San was up, rummaging through the fridge and y/n had to congratulate her best friend for landing the beautiful man in front of her. San was only wearing a pair of gray sweats, hair disheveled and no shirt.

“AHHH!” San jumped, almost dropping the cold bottle of water in his hands. “You scared me.” He was holding a hand on chest over his heart.

“Sorry.” Y/N bit her lip not to giggle at him. San was a buff guy, intimidating to most, but he was actually just a big softie. “Toss me one of those waters, please?”

San grabbed her a bottle, handing it to her and both sipping the cold drink in a comfortable silence. The storm outside seeming to only grow stronger as the wind harshly blew the rain against the windows in the living room. Both San and y/n cats were curled up together on the couch, Gladiolus not panicking during a storm for a change.

“He told me he loved me.”

San almost choked on his water. He spluttered a little, staring at his best friend’s girlfriend and he must of looked crazy by the way y/n was staring at him like he was. “Mingi did?”

Y/N gave him a look that clearly stated, obviously, who else? San shook his head, kind of in disbelief that Mingi actually said it. “It’s just…. He’s never said that to anyone he’s been with before.”

“He’s never….” Y/N didn’t get it. How had Mingi never been in love? How could anyone not fall in love with him? It just didn’t make sense. “he’s really never been in love?” What made her the exception? “I didn’t say it back.” She felt guilty, like something was wrong with her not being able to.

She loved him, she knows she does. She’s accepted it, but y/n ex did so much damage it was like saying the words out loud was impossible. Afraid that after she said them then, Mingi too would flip a switch like her ex had.

San didn’t say a word, just quietly listening, letting y/n pour everything out. It seemed she’s been bottling a lot of it up. “My ex boyfriend was abusive.” Y/N voice sounded so small that San could barely recognize it as hers. “He liked to play the part, mask himself as perfect until I told him I loved him….”

San knew he wasn’t going to like where this was going. Not with the way y/n now had her arms wrapped around herself, eyes cast down. “It started with him being controlling. Telling me I can’t wear clothes that reveal too much. Not liking if I were out late. If I didn’t call him. At one point he convinced himself I was cheating on him with Wooyoung…”

She paused as a loud clap of thunder felt as if it could be felt rumbling the apartment. “I kept telling him I wasn’t…. one night he brought it up again and I was so tired of hearing it that I snapped…”

San clenched his jaw, he already knew what she was going to say and he was certain that if he ever met y/n ex, he’d beat the shit out of him. “He hit you?”

Y/N didn’t answer him for a long pause. But the silence was answer enough for San. “It’s not that he’d hit me and then apologize… he’d hit me and degrade me then pretend like it didn’t happen the next day.”

“It was hard to escape him when he’s my stepmother’s godson.” Y/N moved to a different city just to get away from all of it. All of them. Him. It’s one of the main reasons why she was pissed her stepmother showed up uninvited.

“Y/N,” San moved to pull her into a hug when he noticed the tears start to escape her watery eyes. He could feel them wet his skin as she began to cry. “Mingi would never hurt you.”

Y/N hated herself for breaking down, another win for her ex, still making her cry even when they were no longer together. “I do.” Her voice was shaky, letting out a shattered breath. “Mingi, I do.” San didn’t need her to say it. She loved Mingi, she just been traumatized by her ex so bad that she no longer trusted to say it anymore.

Y/N pulled back away from him, wiping at her eyes when shuffling in the hall sounded. San peeked around the corner, Mingi was half ass asleep, stumbling into the bathroom. “Mingi’s awake.”

Shit. Y/N didn’t want him to see her eyes red and a little puffy from crying. Maybe it was time she let him know? He did something he’s never done apparently, let himself love her. She couldn’t say it back and he deserved to know why.

“San,” Y/N stopped before leaving, giving him a small, thankful smile. “thank you, for listening.” He gave her a smile back, his pretty dimples on display. “Anytime.”

Y/N just made it to Mingi’s bedroom door when the man himself walked back out of the bathroom. He blinked at her, lips a little swollen and pouty from sleep. “Are you crying?” Shit. Was it because of him? Was it his little slip up? Mingi had no control over those three words leaving him.

“Did I do something?” Now it was his voice that sounded small, vulnerable, as he followed y/n back inside his darkened room. “Was it what I said earlier?” Mingi reached towards the lamp on his nightstand, flicking it on and illuminating his room in a dim glow.

“What?” Y/N met his gaze, nervous and a little scared. “No.” She moved towards him, reaching up to place her hand on the back of his neck, the other reaching to softly run through his short hair. “I need to tell you something.”

“You’re not pregnant, are you?” Mingi blurted, heart feeling like it could sink to the bottom of his ass. She was on the pill though, those things are like… 99.99% effective, right? “What? FUCK NO!” Y/N exclaimed, her own heart feeling as if it would plummet at the thought of being pregnant.

Mingi listened. His face was expressionless, his emotions were everywhere. Most of it was anger. He felt a new kind of protectiveness overcome him as well, knowing that if he ever saw y/n ex, he’d probably kill him and Mingi was not an aggressive person. He also knew Wooyoung would help him hide the body.

“I can’t say it back yet but….” Y/N pulled herself up onto her tippy toes, hands both placed on the nape of Mingi’s neck. “I do.” She could almost meet his gaze like this, almost. She couldn’t get the words to leave her at the moment so…. she’d show him instead. “I want to make love to you.”

He looked at her, his eyes so soft, so fucking in love with her. “I love you.” And he said it again. He’d keep saying it. Keep reminding her until she was no longer afraid to say it herself. He’d say it until she was ready. Until she realized he’d never hurt her. He wasn’t her piece of shit ex.

Mingi really wanted to beat his ass. He would settle for making sure y/n felt how much he loved her. Whatever she wanted, Mingi would give her. She had him wrapped around her perfectly manicured black polished finger.

When he kissed her, y/n could feel those three words stuck on her tongue again. She wanted to tell him when he wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him as close as he could like he was afraid she’d disappear.

Y/N wanted control, pulling back to trail her lips down his jaw, to his neck as she lightly pushed Mingi down onto his bed. He watched her take her time with dark eyes, pupils blown and heart pounding as she kissed her way up his abdomen, taking her time on his chest.

“You know…” y/n nipped at one of his nipples. “you’d look so fucking good with these pierced.” She darted her tongue out, gliding it over the same bud before moving to the other one. Mingi moaned, reaching to gently grip her chin, bringing her mouth to his own. “Don’t tempt me.” He practically growled.

Y/N let him kiss her until Mingi had to pull back to breathe. Both their lips were swollen, y/n trailing back down his body, situating herself on her knees at the edge of the bed between his legs. Her hands pulled at the waistband of his black pajama pants, sliding them off him, Mingi helping her.

“Would this be a bad time to tell you…” y/n wrapped her hand around him, stroking his hardening length and holding his gaze. “you have to come with me to my dad’s birthday party next week?”

“Wha… fuck!” Mingi didn’t have time to register what she said fully before she was gagging on him, his dick all the way hard now as she took her time, bobbing her head up and down, taking a moment to suck just his tip before swallowing his entire length again.

Mingi’s hands gripped the blanket and sheets under him, deep moans echoing along with the lewd noises of y/n slowly sucking her way all the way back up his length, thunder muffling them as it boomed outside amidst the storm.

Fuck! He was gonna cum, he could feel it in the way his stomach started to tighten and his dick began twitching as y/n sucked his tip vigorously until he was whimpering, pulling his length all the way back into her mouth as he finally came. She didn’t stop swallowing, sucking or gagging until Mingi started practically whining from overstimulation.

Y/N pulled back, yanking Mingi’s shirt she was wearing off, tossing it next to his discarded pajama pants after wiping the spit and slight mess on her face away with it. She’d wash it for him.

Mingi was panting, sprawled out on his bed sideways, legs hanging over the side as y/n crawled up his body, straddling him, the only thing keeping her from sinking his dick inside her being the black panties she had on. Mingi instinctively reached to grab at her hips, the feel of her clothed cunt pressing against his sensitive dick after already coming had Mingi once again whimpering.

Y/N could feel him already growing hard again against her as she leaned down to kiss him, his moans muffling against her lips, hands tightening on her hips. Mingi needed her, the slow pace of her kissing him and the wetness pooling on her panties, rubbing against him, was driving him crazy. “Baby… please…” he would have flipped her, took control, but she wanted control and he wouldn’t dare take it from her. “I need you.”

Y/N decided to tease him just a little more as she once again trailed kisses down his body, stopping to cat lick at his tip where his dick was already hard again, swiping her tongue to clean the precum off. She liked to hear his moans, to see him come undone, become a complete mess because of her.

Mingi’s moan rumbled in his chest when y/n pulled her panties off, climbing back on top of him, hand gripping his aching dick and guiding him so she could sink down his entire length. “Fuck.. I…” the words got stuck again as Mingi stretched her, filling her.

“Baby, please move…” Mingi was begging. Y/N leaned forward, rocking her hips, setting a slow pace that allowed her to fill every inch, every vein of her boyfriend’s dick buried inside her.

Mingi slid his hands from her waist to her ass, both hands gripping firmly as she continued to slowly ride him. He took advantage the way y/n was leaning towards him, both her hands at each side of his head, body stretched, walls of her pussy clenching him. Mingi leaned his head forward, head burying between her breasts. His voice was deep, raspy and whimpering. “I…” his grip on her ass tightened when y/n picked up the pace.

Y/N could feel her orgasm ready to overcome her, finding it hard to keep up the pace on top of him, tiring but needing to reach that euphoric high, wanted Mingi to come with her. “Mingi…. I need you to…” She didn’t need to finish, he knew what she needed.

Mingi moved his hands from her ass to wrap his arms around her, sitting up, holding her against him as he took over control. His knees bent, pushing y/n up and giving him level to thrust up into her, pace fast, pounding. Both of them were a mess, y/n wrapping her own arms around him, hands gripping at his hair, pulling his head back so she could see him. “Tell me.”

She was gonna cum, her walls were clenching Mingi, convulsing against his dick practically drilling into her now, hitting her g spot, once, twice, and it hit her. Y/N came with a cry of his name, forehead against his own as Mingi’s movements grew sloppy, legs shaking as his second orgasm slammed him.

“I love you.” He told her exactly what she wanted to hear, cum feeling her full. Y/N collapsed on top of him, Mingi staring up at the ceiling as he ran his hands up and down her back. The storm outside seemed never ending, keeping them locked inside together. Where they belonged.

Together.

Mingi was still buried inside her, y/n cockwarming him now as they both calmed down, heartbeats settling into a matching tethered rhythm.

Then, Mingi remembered something.

“Did you say I have to meet your dad?”

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♡ Glad You Came ♡

୨୧ Pairings: boyfriend!hongjoong x chubby!fem!reader

୨୧ Genre: smut/fluff

୨୧ Summary: On the first morning of your romantic beachside vacation, your boyfriend awakens to find you sunbathing by the pool in the tiniest bikini he's ever seen and can't resist showing you exactly what that body of yours makes him want to do to you.

୨୧ Word Count: 1.8k-ish

୨୧ Warnings: unprotected sex, a lil rough sex, male masturbation if you squint, spanking, pervy bf Joong, references to prior & desired oral sex (m & f receiving), low key cum marking, pet names (baby, pretty girl, my love), free use, forced orgasm, body worship, and that's about it darlings

୨୧ A/N: This is a request for @ashleighland ♡ Thank you for dropping some spicy, fun summer vibes into my asks. I hope you like it!

“Baby?” Hongjoong yawns, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His face scrunches adorably as he rustles through the blankets beside him searching for the warmth of your body. One of his favorite things about any vacation is waking up with you in his arms. It doesn’t matter where the two of you are—England, France, Ireland, the moon—he treasures all those tiny sentimental moments that his hectic schedule usually gets in the way of. 

This time the two of you are off in Italy and, with it being your birthday week, he had special plans to wake up first everyday to make you breakfast. He’d even set three alarms to make sure he wouldn't oversleep. At least he thought he did.

“Baby?” he repeats, sitting up to feel around for his phone. After mistaking the remote for it twice and nearly knocking over the lamp, he finally locates it on the nightstand. He tousles his messy hair, brushing it back to squint at the time, “Shit, no, no, no.” Not only did he sleep through his morning alarms, it’s well into the afternoon and you’re nearly late for your lunch reservations. 

Bolting out of bed, Hongjoong hurries around the rustic sunny villa in search of his love. “Baby, where are you?” he shouts, peeking into rooms and turning down hallways. He regrets now that he rented a place this huge but it’s gorgeous, everything you wanted, so it had to be done. He just wishes it came with a map or something.

Making his way to the living room, he spots some of your things by the side door and breathes a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry I overslept. I must’ve been jet lagged. I just…” he begins to explain, his thoughts derailed by what he catches a glimpse of in the corner of his eye.

Turning to face the glass double doors, he sees everything the pictures online told him he would. Clear blue skies hang over a lavish pool area overlooking the nearby beach. The surrounding architecture alone is breathtaking, almost unreal, but what truly has his attention is you.

You’ve been relaxing by the pool all morning and he’s arrived just in time to see you bending over to smooth a fresh layer of sunscreen down your soft thighs. With your plush ass poked in the air like this he can’t quite ignore the way it just eats the tiny bikini you have on.

You stand back up, hips shaking ever so slightly to the beat of the music playing in your headphones, and Hongjoong’s nearly licking the glass at how your curves fit into your bikini. It covers everything it’s supposed to but just barely. One tug at the strings and there’d be nothing there at all. Only your beautiful naked body and his hands massaging the plumpness of your figure. 

As you spread out on one of the loungers, thighs jiggling as you settle in on your belly, Hongjoong feels a slight breeze where he hadn’t before. Glancing down at himself he sees his cock poking out of the hole in his shorts. He’d felt himself getting hard—he always does when he thinks about your body—but he didn’t know you’d gotten to him this much.

Can you blame him though?  You’re just so curvy and soft, spilling out of that bikini like you don’t know how feral it makes him for you. Taking his cock into his hand, he flicks his wrist up and down his pulsing shaft. Maybe you did know what this would do to him. His hand comes to a stop at the tip of his cock, his thumb teasing the head.

Your hips are still rocking to the music as you scroll through your phone. The motion has his cock twitching in his hand, arousal wetting his fingers. He hisses at the relief of stroking his cock once more. It takes the edge off but not enough to satisfy him. He needs something more. He needs you. 

“Well, add that to the list of kinks I didn’t know I had” you say to yourself, devouring the next few lines of smut on your screen. This admittedly isn’t where you expected to find yourself on vacation, sunbathing and reading smut by the pool, but you had to do something to cope with how horny you’ve been all morning.

You’d unfortunately woken up much earlier than your boyfriend did and you weren’t about to shake him out of his sleep to fuck you. Though, now that you think about it, he probably would’ve done it happily. 

On vacation Hongjoong has a strict rule that you aren’t allowed to masturbate. You do it enough when he’s away for work so when you’re together it’s strictly forbidden. He’s the only one allowed to make you come and fuck is he good at getting the job done.

Your brain drifts away from the story on your screen, delighting in memories of the last time you rode his face. The wetness already soaking your bikini bottoms worsens the more you recall those pretty brown eyes staring up at you, his tongue deep enough inside of you to make your legs shake. 

You can almost feel Hongjoong’s arms locked around your thighs, refusing to let you get away until he decides he’s done with you. It has the tiny hairs on your arm standing up and your throat going dry. Reaching off to the side, you blindly feel around for your drink when suddenly it’s placed in your hand. Caught off guard, you turn to see who it is but you’re already pinned to the chair, gentle lips leaning in to kiss your neck.

“Hi, baby” Hongjoong says sweetly, kissing his way down your back. 

You slip your headphones off, giggling at how much it tickles. “Joongie, what are you…” is all you manage before you feel him push into you. All of him, every single inch, is buried inside of you, stretching you out in every possible way. The shock of it leaves you speechless, abandoning everything in your hands to grip the front of the chair. 

“So wet already, baby?” he teases, rolling his hips against you, “What were you doing out here?” 

“I was just, fuuuuck…” you moan, pushing back into him. He’s already deep enough, as deep as he can be, but your body wants more. Hongjoong slaps your ass and the vibrations have you both moaning in pleasure. "Damn, you feel so fucking good. I’ve missed this so much” he confesses, guiding you onto your knees.

He runs his fingers along the ties of your bikini, a light pull being all it takes to do away with the flimsy material. “Me, mmm, too” you whine, arching your back as you rotate your hips in a circle. His palms ride the curves of your sides, reaching around to grab the fluffiest part of your belly. Hongjoong's more than happy to let you take over for now, worshipping your body while you ride his cock.

“That’s it, baby. Use my fucking cock. It’s all yours” he moans, watching his length disappear into your dripping cunt. Each time you rock forward his cock’s more drenched than before, your deprived little pussy too needy to stop making a mess of herself. In the back of your mind you know he loves to see it. You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you when he sees those juices trickling from your slit, glinting like gold in the sunlight.

“Aaah, Joongie, needed this so bad” you say, your voice trembling as you angle your hips to work your sweet spot. The lounge chair creaks beneath you as your movements grow more frantic. More desperate.

“Oh, really?” he smiles, tilting his head to see the pretty faces you make. Your pussy glides along him like silk, every dip into you making his head spin. He wants to hold back a little longer, let you set the pace, but a girl like you is much too gorgeous not to get her brains fucked out. He grabs you by the arms, pinning your wrists behind your back, and thrusts into you as hard as he can. “Look at that body, shaking around my cock. Tell me how much you need it.”

“I need it so bad!” you cry, eyelashes wet and fluttering, “Needed, mmph, needed you to fuck me like this.” Surrendering yourself to him, you steady your knees and let him completely wreck you. There isn’t a single thrust of his cock that doesn’t have you whining and moaning, begging him for more.

Hongjoong slaps your ass harder this time, loving the way it makes you squeal. “I feel that pussy quivering for me. I know you wanna fucking come.” Snatching your arms away, you grab onto the front of the chair, tilting yourself away. You shake your head, not wanting to give up this feeling so soon, “Mmm not ready, Joongie. Wanna feel you more.” 

“Aww, my love, you’re so cute” Hongjoong pouts, lightly petting your back, “But I don’t care.” 

And just like that he’s fucking you so hard you feel it in every part of you. Your vision’s spotted with little technicolor dots, your lips parted in ecstasy. “Don’t hold back, baby. Show me you need it” he whispers like a snake charmer coaxing your body to do as he wishes. “Come for, mmmhhh, come for me. Just like that, fuck.”

Your legs give out from under you as you let yourself go, your body reduced to nothing but tremors, juices flowing around his cock. Hongjoong doesn’t let up, shifting his position to hit your g spot even as your body weakens. He sees you reach up to your mouth, nibbling at your finger as your broken moans escape supple lips, and wants that to be him so badly. In your pussy, in your mouth, anywhere he can feel you, he wants it.

Against his best efforts, his thrusts grow sloppy, the tightness in the pit of his stomach snapping. He pulls out, rocking into his own hand as he spills down the back of your thighs, droplets of come leaking onto the chair. “God, that was…” he pants, sitting at the foot of the chair, chasing the air that eludes him.

Rolling onto your back you see your boyfriend with your bikini top draped over him as if he’s wearing it. His expression is criminally cute for a man who just broke your back like a glowstick.

“I look cute in it, yeah?”

You kick your feet up on his lap, laughing to yourself, “Hot as fuck. I’d definitely ask for your number.”

Hongjoong crawls on top of you, kissing you so deeply and lovingly that by the time he pulls away you’re lightheaded. “I love you” he says, still sporting your bikini top.

You look down at it and then back up at this handsome man who utterly adores you. “I love you too, Joongie. Now give me my top back.”

[bellfilmz]

Only you know

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: rafe x foreigner!reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Rafe Cameron falls for a secret online girlfriend and brings her into his world, risking everything to keep her his.

⸻

Rafe Cameron wasn’t exactly the type of guy people imagined sitting on FaceTime with his feet kicked up, grinning like an idiot. Especially not for a girl who lived halfway across the world. But here he was—lying on his stomach in bed, hoodie pulled over his messy hair, phone propped up against a pillow as you talked about your day.

You were everything the Outer Banks wasn’t. Sweet. Private. Real. And best of all—you didn’t know him from the tabloids or the reputation he’d somehow become a slave to. When you met online, neither of you had any idea who the other was. Just usernames. Messages that stretched into the night. And slowly, a friendship that twisted into something deeper.

Something Rafe had kept hidden. Even from Sarah.

“Are you nervous?” you asked, voice crackling slightly through the speaker. “I mean… about seeing me in person?”

Rafe scoffed, flipping onto his back. “Nah. I’m excited. I’ve already seen your face like a thousand times. You can’t catfish me at this point.”

You rolled your eyes on the screen. “I could be a deepfake.”

“If you are, then I’m the happiest victim ever.”

Your laugh made his stomach flutter. It always did.

“I’ll be there tomorrow,” you reminded him, biting your lip. “No backing out now.”

“I already booked the hotel for you. I’m picking you up myself. It’s happening.”

He ended the call reluctantly, but not before you blew him a kiss through the screen. Rafe stared at the black screen of his phone for a long time after that, chest heavy in a way he didn’t fully understand.

⸻

The next day, he stood at the airport—sunglasses low on his nose, hat pulled down to hide from any nosy locals that might spot the infamous Cameron heir. He knew this was risky. Someone was bound to notice. But he didn’t care.

Because then he saw you.

You walked through the automatic doors, dragging your suitcase behind you, scanning the crowd. And when your eyes found his, that slow, beautiful smile spread across your face. Like you already knew he’d be there. Like you were just as sure about this as he was.

He walked toward you—fast. Pulled you into a tight hug before either of you could say a word. You fit perfectly against him. Smaller than he expected. Real.

“I can’t believe this,” you whispered into his hoodie. “You’re actually real.”

He leaned back, cupping your cheek. “I told you. I don’t lie. Not to you.”

⸻

The hotel room he booked was quiet, sleek, and far from the chaos of Figure Eight. Rafe didn’t want you tangled up in his world—not yet. He wanted a few days where you were his. Just his.

You sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling through a list of local places you wanted to check out, while Rafe leaned against the wall and watched you. Still trying to wrap his head around the fact that you were here. Breathing the same air.

“You’re staring,” you teased, not looking up.

“I’ve been waiting a long time to do this,” he admitted.

You met his eyes, expression softening. “So have I.”

Silence stretched for a beat. Then—

“Does anyone know I’m here?” you asked quietly.

Rafe hesitated. “No. Just me.”

Your brows lifted slightly, but you didn’t push. “Keeping me a secret?”

He sat beside you, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Not forever. Just for now. It’s not you, it’s this place. It’s… complicated.”

You nodded. “I trust you.”

God, that meant everything.

⸻

The next couple days were perfect. You were jet-lagged, a little overwhelmed, but happy. Rafe took you to small spots—quiet beaches, places no one knew about. He even cooked breakfast for you in the hotel suite one morning, shirtless and smug while you laughed at how badly he cracked the eggs.

He had never felt more normal. More seen.

But reality always creeps back in.

On the third day, he got a text from Kelce:

“Where the hell u at? Sarah said ur ghosting again. We on the boat tmrw. U in?”

You peeked over his shoulder. “Friend?”

“Yeah,” he muttered. “Persistent one.”

You leaned against him. “Are you going to tell them yet?”

He didn’t answer right away. “Not yet.”

But when he looked at you, there was something fierce in his eyes. Something protective. “They don’t get this. They don’t get you. I don’t wanna ruin it before it even has a chance.”

You tilted your head. “So… what are we doing, Rafe?”

He exhaled. “We’re falling in love.”

You blinked. “That’s… bold.”

“I’m not shy with you.”

you smirked. “No, you’re really not. Just shy enough to keep me hidden.”

He reached for your hand, threading your fingers through his. “I want this. You. I flew you out for a reason. I’ve never done this before. Never wanted to.”

You studied him quietly, heart thudding.

“Then let’s not waste it,” you said softly.

⸻

That night, he didn’t take you to a hotel or a restaurant. He took you to the back roads near the water, sat with you in the car as the moonlight danced across the waves. Music low. The two of you sharing secrets in the dark.

It was messy. It was risky.

But in that moment, Rafe Cameron didn’t care what anyone thought.

Because for the first time, he wasn’t running from something.

He was running to someone.

⸻

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝.