Bouncy <3
(full vid x)
170 notes
·
View notes
summary: in which you drive jungkook mad but you make his heart beat.
idol!jungkook x f!reader, est. relationship / fluff, suggestive, a pinch of angst / word count: 5k
content/warnings: tried sumn different so this is mainly from jungkookâs pov :D !! drummer!oc ur so cool & iâm stealing u from ur bf đâ mention of a 10 yr age gap between jk & a guy who likes oc (heâs hella pissed off) ; mentions of (car) s^x ; allusion to a bl^wj^b ; jk just got home from tour & oc is tipsy, needy, & dramatic as hell T_T ; oc /briefly/ touches jk while heâs driving & he /nearly/ loses his shit & crashes the car (he doesnât) (iâm kidding) + to the anon who wanted to jkâs cheek scar to get a kissy here u go đ„ș
> in which masterlist!
note: oc is so shot glass of tears coded especially in this⊠iâm glad iâm posting this after golden came out just so i could say it đ„° this takes place after this drabble sooo the end of oct 2018 <3 if uâve read the prev drabble too, this was when jk said those exact words in the past đ„ș wrote this in the middle of hell week so i was half out of my mind :'] as always feedback & reblogs rrr always appreciated !! đ„ș
â
jungkook loves the sound of rainâ the gentle knocks on every surface of the earth has always been a lullaby even during daylight.
tonight is a different story, however. it is defeaning, terrifying even. he can barely see what is infront of him, spare the occasional headlights blazing across the slippery roads. his umbrella is being stolen away by the harsh gusts of wind and the mud stains on his sneakers are well-hidden by the plain black.
and yes, he is tired; and yes, this is hard, but that is the end of it.
youâre exactly where you told him youâd wait, far behind the edge of the roof where the rainwater falls from and splashes on the ground. you stand out in his blue oversized shirt, one that he purposely left behind in your closet so he could have something else to wear when he sleeps over.
youâre too busy typing on your phone to see him crossing the parking lot; he feels his very own vibrate in the pocket of his sweatpants. however, his giddy smile fades when a man exits through the entrance door and approaches you with a red umbrella. his strides become slightly hurried then, as he watches you politely decline it with that heart-fluttering smile of yours everybody adores.
âoh no, really, iâm fine. you might need it later! my boyfriend is already coming to pick me up anyway.â
jungkook acts cool. he tucks his hand in the pocket of his sweatpants, tries to make himself appear bigger because he realizes that he would be inches shorter than the man if not for the platforms of his shoes.
â____, baby!â
upon hearing your name coming from the lips of your lover, your face lights up even brighter.
âjungkook!â
you greet him with an embrace, jumping into his arms before he can properly set down his umbrella on the ground.
âyah, yah-yah! be careful!â he chuckles as he wraps his arms around your waist to catch you, peering down to check how high your boots are for you to be running and jumping around freely.
âhey, iâm going back inside- thereâs more customers coming in. make it home safe, alright?â
the stranger tries to catch your attention, and jungkookâs protectiveness swiftly kicks in when he lays a hand on you and slides it down to your lower back. your boyfriend turns you away from the unprompted touch by pulling your body closer to his side, and he is unable to control how his eyebrows knit together in annoyance.
he wasnât planning on giving much thought to the presence of a man around you. he knows better than that. but he has never heard about this one, which raises the question of who the fuck is he to freely touch you like that?
âoh- alright! thank you, jun!â
âyou better take care of ____, man. itâs dangerous around here during this time.â
he receives a rather heavy and condescending pat on the shoulder, and so, with his annoyance bubbling worse, he wears a passive aggressive smile on his face.
âyeah, of course i am,â
junâs nostrils flare as he witnesses you sneakily slide your hands underneath jungkookâs hoodie in search of warmth.
âiâm here now, so thereâs no need to worry about my girlfriend anymore.â
he nods, then forces himself to smile. âthatâs good, then.â
âyeah, thanks. weâre leaving.â
âoh, okay. have a nice night!â
âyou too,â
he turns on his heel and returns inside the busy establishmentâ but not before jungkook made sure that he saw the bruises on his knuckles that he got from his boxing sessions.
his jaw clenches as he glares at the door.
is he being petty? sure, to hell with that. he doesnât care. heâs always been one to trust his gut, and he has a bad feeling.
he is met by a love-drunk smile when his undivided attention is at last given to you, in the form of fond eyes and affectionate strokes of your hair.
âwho was that?â
âeh, new bartender,â you shrug with disinterest. âhm, i think heâs 31âŠ? heâs nice but he keeps talking about wrestling.â
he raises an eyebrow at the mention of his age, while your lips form a sad pout.
what the hell? he thought he would be 25 at most.
âthe tv has been in the same channel for the past two weeks because of him. itâs all iâve been seeing! i donât like it-â you whine in distress, quite frankly, a little traumatized.
an endeared smile is coaxed out of him at your adorableness, how your speech is a little slurred and how youâre looking at him like youâre begging him to do something about it.
âmakes me nervous,â
his dominant hand closes into a fist.
if he only he had known. shouldâve fucking punched the guy, give him a taste of what he seems to be a huge fan of.
âletâs watch something calming when we get home, how about that?â
you nod your head, eyes that twinkle with eagerness fluttering shut when he leans in for a much awaited kiss. how sweet, he feels a little more alive than before. he can smell it, even taste itâ the peach margarita you started sipping on before the bandâs first set. concocted by jun, he presumes. he pulls away with a small smile, licking his lips for the traces of you that clung to him.
out of the blue, you burst into a fit of giggles, weak knees buckling as your weight crashes on him.
âi missed you!â
âbabe, are you seriously drunk?â he chuckles, holding you with a secure grip around your torso.
âmaaaybe tipsyâŠ? i was pretending not to be.â you stand on your tip-toes to nuzzle your face against his neck, mumbling sheepishly. âonly trust you.â
â
âi shouldâve accepted the umbrella.â you grunt childishly, body going limp on jungkookâs back, except for the arm holding up the umbrella that shields the both of you from the pouring rain.
âyah!â he scolds you, clearly not pleased with the words that just came from your mouth. âwhat does that mean?â
âiâm embarrassed! theyâre probably feeling bad for you.â
the last sentence comes out as a whisper, pertaining to the side glances youâve been attracting from strangers as you make your way to your boyfriendâs car.
unfortunately, he had to park somewhere far because the restobarâs parking lot was already full.
you jokingly complained about staining your white boots with dirt and mud, but you instantly regretted it when he bent down, signalling you to ride on his back without an ounce of hesitation.
âour shoulders always get wet when we share an umbrella,â he said. âif i carry you, wouldnât it be better?â
âembarrassing? some would even say romantic!â
something peculiar happens thenâ when your lips ghost over his left cheek, planting an affectionate kiss there that lasts for seconds. you pull away with a smacking sound, giggly and bubbly, might be his favorite version of you.
âi love you,â you hum, grasping the umbrella upright before it could tip over.
he doesnât know if you did it on purpose or not, kissing him precisely where his scar is, but his heart jumps in his chest when he feels it begin to throb.
as if the wound from his childhood has come alive. as if, once again, he is bleeding as he glares at his older brother, and he still wants to play games on the computer oblivious to the fact that it would leave a permanent scar, a brand new landmark on his body.
you mistake his silence for something else.
you frown, warm breath tickling his neck as you quietly ask. âare you still mad at me?â
he sighs, vision landing on the ground as his walking pace slows down. âno? i was wrong. i shouldnât have questioned your decision in the first place⊠why would i be mad?â
you started playing the drums for your friendâs band two months ago, just as soon as he left for tour. you volunteered after witnessing how distraught they were when their drummer vanished without a trace. he learned that it used to be a hobby of yours from childhood until early teenage years, playing the drums, but it was robbed from you when your father took his instruments with him when he abandoned your home for another.
he was pleasantly surprised when he learned about it, recounted all the times your hands and fingers were drumming on any sort of surface and his head naturally bopped to the beat, but then again, you never brought it up.
isnât ____ so cool? he would proudly say when he flaunts you to his friends, even the protocol team, who have never seen him so happy.
three times a week, from nine in the evening until midnight, your phone was propped up on an empty table infront of the stage, and him, on the other side of the globe, excitedly watched you from backstage while he was getting ready for their own show. some other times, he was in his hotel room, or the private jet. his patience has been tested by crappy wifi, nosy and noisy people, and his earphones that stopped working while you looked insanely attractive grooving to âwhyâd you only call me when youâre high?â as you effortlessly played the drums. he showered you with compliments as you did for him. youâre working hard so he must do the same.
he arrived home from tour the other day, spent the rest of its hours sleeping. yesterday, he waited for you at school and then at work like a lost puppy, slept on your bed (if heâs being honest, the two of you didnât do much sleeping) then woke up at 9am for work.
and he tried his best, he really did, to get out of the company early enough to catch you playing a song or two. after all, it was your last day at the job.
much as you enjoyed reconnecting with an old flameâ loved the overflowing tips that came from those who were amazed by your talent (well, there were also those who were just trying to get into your pants), the moment that the old drummer got down on his knees begging to be taken back by his best friends, just like how you became a part of the band, you voluntarily stepped down.
jungkook didnât agree with this decision. he didnât understand why youâd sacrifice something that makes you happy for a person who fucked up and wasted what they had. you went back and forth over it on the phone until you cried, told him that it wasnât easy for you, and he couldnât hold you in his arms or kiss your face. he could only apologize, and it even felt insincere doing it through a screen.
maybe heâs only relieved that you no longer need to be around a man an entire decade older than he is, who is obviously interested in you and serves you alcohol drinks. no, that doesnât sit right with him. he needs jun, or whatever the fuck his true name is, to stay very far away from his baby.
âiâm just sad that i never got to watch you perform in person.â
you rest your cheek on his shoulder, heavy eyelids slowly blinking as the headlights of a black van blindsides you.
what the fuck. too bright.
âme tooâŠâ
â
âiâm bored,â you release a dramatic sigh, stealing a glimpse of jungkook at the driverâs seat, just to see if you caught his attention like you intended.
his eyes are trained on the dashboard, however, focused on the navigation guide displayed on his phone. he isnât very familiar with this part of the city. it took him more than an hour to arrive at the address you sent him, including the time he spent in the middle of traffic.
âforty-eight minutes, then we can do whatever you want.â
âwhatever i want?â
he slows down the car, briefly turning his head to find you expectantly looking at him with wide, hopeful eyes.
âof course,â he laughs, taking one hand off the wheel to squish your cheeks together. âjust tell me what it is, baby.â
he doesnât catch the sad look that flashes across your face after you lose his touch.
âthen iâll tell you when i figure out what i want,â you say quietly.
âi thought you already had something in mind?â
ânope,â you answer with yet another sigh.
you choose to stare out the window in silence, body completely slumping into your seat in defeat.
jungkookâs senses are sharp, or he likes to believe so. âare you okay?â
âiâm okay,â
âyou sure?â
âhmm,â you hum curtly, and then you close your eyes, so he decides not to press further despite wanting to.
he meets a red traffic light not long after that. and so, he hurriedly grabs the black fleece blanket in the backseat. he envelopes you in it, crossing the distance between you to softly press his lips onto yours for a goodnight kiss. he feels you respond, albeit lazily, and he smirks cockily when you lift yourself up to chase him for one more, pleaseâ desperately, to get your fill of goodnight kisses from the many nights that you missed it.
the time seems to tick excruciatingly slow now that youâre quiet. a minute is multiplied by a hundred. the steady rhythm of your breathing keeps him sane throughout dark avenues and encounters with reckless drivers of the midnight scene.
he missed you. he missed you so much, and he knows that youâre tired from university, and tutoring high school students in english, and playing the drums for more than two hours⊠but he selfishly wishes that youâre awake right now so he can make up for the two months that you were apart.
be careful of what you wish for, they said.
jungkook should know better by now.
âi canât sleep,â he hears you whisper in a dulcet tone that indirectly tells him youâre in need of some love⊠but he isnât given the chance to act upon that request because youâre already all over what it is that you need.
he swallows thickly, glancing down at your hand that has somehow found its way to his inner thighâ zeroing in on your red nails, can feel them faintly grazing his skin.
youâre so pretty. everywhere.
even when naked and bare.
no, especially. itâs all he can think about.
he can draw you from memory.
â____,â he utters your name through gritted teeth, heart beginning to race a thousand miles per second in his chest.
the effect of your teasing touch is instantaneous, slowly inching closer and closer to where his growing erection is. his eyes remain focused on the road, but he fears that heâll start thinking with his dick soon if you carry on with this act a few seconds longer.
âshit, not now, baby- please- not while iâm driving.â
your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, poorly concealing a self-satisfied smirk, and you pretend not to hear a single word from his plea.
a minx, thatâs what you are, always causing trouble and blurring lines in his eyes.
â____, iâm not joking around. donât make me mad-â
his warning is cut short by-
âfuck⊠fuck,â he curses, filter flying out the window once he feels you tracing the outline of his hard-on, the feather-light touch of your fingers smoothly gliding across the fabric of his sweatpants, and he completely loses it when your soft palm caresses his cock, so gentle that it feels almost innocent.
okay, so he couldnât feel it because you werenât skin-to-skin, but he knows that your hands are soft, can feel his imagination running wilder because he has memorized the way they feel on most parts of his body.
youâre so incredibly nasty and evil for thisâ squeezing him lightly, taking advantage of how sensitive heâs gotten, making him tremble as pleasure shoots up his spine. his breath stutters in his lungs and he unconsciously pushes harder on the gas.
and although it means fighting every fiber of his being that painfully yearns for more, he seizes your wrist in an iron grip, placing your hand over the gearstick while his sits heavy on top of yours.
â____! behave! youâre going to get us killed!â
he watches you jut out your bottom lip through the rearview mirror, eyes hazy with lust staring down at where your hand used to be, and then his handsome face. he is evidently flushed, honey skin dusted with a rosy pink. all the way to the tips of his ears, down to his neck.
while heâs driving? really?
doesnât this only happen in wet dreams?
you are not real.
âthen pull over,â you plead. âplease?â
he releases a shaky breath. youâre always so needy with alcohol in your system, drove him into total insanity while he couldnât be here to give you what you wanted.
âno, you need to learn how to be patient⊠told you we can do whatever you want when we get home, right?â
wrong move.
the silence returns, and just when he thought that you went back to your journey to slumber, the sound of your sniffles fill the car.
jungkookâs heart breaks into a million pieces.
also, he wants to slam his head against the steering wheel.
you make it so fucking hard to resist you; you always get what you want. it becomes much harder when he is the subject of your desire and he loves being loved.
âhavenât i been patient enoughâŠ? i missed you so much.â
âand i missed you too!â he brings your intertwined hands to his lips, pressing them on your skin. âfuck, you have no idea how much⊠please, donât cry.â
âthen pull over,â you stubbornly insist, and he is so close to driving this car into a lamp post. âfuck me at the backseat.â
âcanât,â he mumbles, sounding almost pained, and he is. he wants you so bad, it hurts. âweâre going to have to do it without protection.â
âwhat do you mean?â you exclaim.
you rip your hand away from his, not wasting time in unlocking the glove compartment, and a sound of sheer disappointment escapes from your mouth as you collapse back on your seat.
âjungkook, i hate you!â
âwell right now i hate myself too!â he cries out in frustration. âi didnât have the time to buy more, okay?â
âand thereâs not one in your wallet?â
âbabe, are you serious?!â
âwhat?!â
somehow, his hands still expertly swivels the steering wheel as the car meets a curve.
but he feels dizzy. the ghost of your touch is still there, a promise of carnal pleasure unfulfilled.
âstop the car,â you say out of the blue, rather calmly, and that terrifies the shit out of him.
he swallows the lump in his throat, eyes switching between you and the road in panic. âhuh?â
âi said stop the car, iâm stepping out.â
âbabe, come on,â he moans, ruined and tormented. he reaches for your hand but you scoot further away from him, and he ignores the way his heart drops to his stomach as he kneads your exposed thigh instead. âplease, donât be like this. i just got home.â
âjungkook! if you donât let me get off this car right now, i swear!â
the urgency embedded in your threatening voice leaves your boyfriend with no choice but to pull over to the side of the street as soon as he gets the chance.
he carries on to unbuckle his seatbelt.
âbaby, stop being stu-â
he tries to reach for you, but he is rudely ignored as you hop off the car and slam the door shut on his face.
ââŠbbornâŠâ
he blinks.
he inhales. he exhales.
and then he buries his face in his hands to scream⊠as quietly as possible.
âwhat the fuck was in that margarita?!â
â
jungkook steps out of the car worried sick about you. now wearing a black bucket hat, his head whips in different directions in search for the familiar shape of your body, your hair, your shirt that is his, anything.
his arm rests on top of the car door, the other on the roof, fingers drumming on it anxiously as he chews on his bottom lip.
there are mostly restaurants here, it seems. some are already closed, some are still lights on. not far away, he hears a karaoke place bursting with music and laughter. he looks up and he finds that the night sky remains barren of stars; thereâs no guidance from the heavens that will lead him to you.
except for the sound of your sweet voice calling out his name.
he turns around, and he knows itâs going to sound extremely silly, but damn, you make his life feel like a movieâ because youâre jogging towards him, and the universe begins moving in slow motion. perhaps it is to prevent him from falling on his knees in relief, because he genuinely thought that you already went home on your own like the stubborn brat that you are.
â____, where did you go?! you canât just run off like that! seriously, that was not nice!â
âi forgot my wallet!â you squeal as you halt infront of him, slapping your forehead as a way to scold yourself. âi found a hotteok cart!â
his anger quickly dissipitates. he scans your face, mouth agape in bewilderment.
you, screaming at him to stop the car because there was a sighting of your favorite snack? makes sense.
he dishes out the wallet from his pocket. âwha- i thought you⊠you didnât have money?â
you shake your head to answer his question.
âthen how are you already eating?â
you take another bite from the hot hotteok youâre holding in a paper cup, and then you shrug.
âi was already eating when i realized it,â you point at yourself, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of your lips. âso he let me run back here. does it look like this face would steal?â
âyouâre impossible!â he bursts out laughing, the unique sound of his joy harmonizing with the mundane noises of the city.
he is thoroughly amused and in awe of your undeniable charm never failing to work its magic. if you just gave it a shot, you might be even better at him at his job.
youâre pliant as he captures your wrist, tugging you away with him so he can lock the car.
âi bought three, by the way.â you note as the two of you start walking, with you clinging to his side. âthe last three then mister can go home.â
you put the hotteok near his mouth, and he pauses to take a big bite. âhave you even had dinner?â
âjust the four margaritas- they were yummy! or was it five?â
he clicks his tongue in disappointment, but he doesnât get to say anything more about it because youâve reached the hotteok cart, and heâs already handing the vendor the money.
âthank you!â he bows his head politely as he accepts the remaining two you mentioned earlier, handing them over to you.
âno, this is yours.â you speak with tenderness, giving back one of the cups to him. âthen weâll split the third one. itâs really good!â
the vendor secretly watches the interaction with a fond smile as he packs up to finally, finally end his long day working at the busy streets of seoul.
â
youâre sat together on the hood of jungkookâs car as you share a midnight snack. with caring hands, you rip the hotteok apart in perfect halves, offering the other to your lover. he accepts it in between his teeth.
âdo you want drums as your christmas gift?â
âlove,â you search for the words to say as you chew the food in your mouth. âi can barely fit in my apartment. where am i going to put a drum setâŠ? not to mention that i canât even cry without my neighbor hearing it.â
his shoulders drop in dejection, and you rub your boyfriendâs back in an attempt to comfort him.
âyou must really want to see me play, donât you?â
âiâm dying to,â he says in pure jungkook fashion, tone dramatic and thick with an accent that is entirely his. âi canât believe there were regulars who saw you every night, while i, your boyfriend, didnât even see you onceâŠ! even that fucking bartender⊠this- this canât be right! do you think this makes sense? no, right?â
âaw, my baby,â you coo at him, jutting out your bottom lip as you tenderly cup his face.
âi donât trust him, by the way,â he scoffs. âas much as possible, stay away from him when you visit, alrightâŠ? if i see him touching you one more time, i donât know what iâll end up doing to him.â
âi donât like him either,â you giggle. âso thatâs easy.â
he stares at your bloodshot eyes. damn it, you havenât sobered up.
â____, iâm serious. heâs weird. iâm worried about you but i canât always be here to protect you.â
you blink at him innocently. âi am too! serious!â
âyou promise me?â
âi promise!â
he nods, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he gets lost in the sea of his own thoughts. âi should talk to your friends about this, too. is that okay?â
âif that will ease your mind,â you half-smile, heart fluttering in your chest because you feel so cherished.
comfortable silence follows suit.
the hotteok is still soft and warm and sweet. if your love had to be delivered to his doorstep, it would in the form of your favorite food.
he sighs to gain more of your sympathy, basking in the attention heâs receiving from you. he missed this. he missed you. he sounds like a broken record, but itâs true.
âcome ooon, donât be sad! iâll make it up to you! but itâs a surprise!â
âsurprise?â he eyes you with suspicion. âwhat surprise?â
âjust trust me, alright?â
you poke his cheek where his dimples are, and you witness them pop out as he copies your contagious smile.
âcan i make a guess?â
ânope!â
you fit the remaining piece of your hotteok in your mouth, jumping off the hood of the car. you stand before him as you wipe your hands clean with a small paper napkin.
âdonât you dare. if you guess it right then my plans will be ruined!â
â
youâre back on the passenger seat to travel the remaining twenty-seven minutes to your apartment.
jungkook melts into the tenderness of your touch as he drives. youâre tracing the toned muscles of his arms; stroking his hair, his face, and the smell of the sticky brown sugar from the hotteok still lingers on your skin.
âwhen are you going to start getting tattoos?â you wonder out loud as he intertwines your fingers together on top of his thigh. âi think youâd look so pretty.â
âiâm planning on it.â
his heart skips a beat at the thought of you remembering that he wants his skin artfully inked as you absentmindedly distracted yourself with it.
he licks his lips, smiling as he looks over at you. âyou really think so? pretty?â
âhm, hot, too,â you stick your tongue out playfully, and he snorts out a laugh. âbut as long as youâre happy, then nothing else matters.â
âof course- wait, yah! you still need to eat dinner.â he reminds you once he recognizes the path youâre taking.
a grocery store is not more than a kilometer away, if his memory serves him right.
âwhat do you want? i donât mind cooking.â
âfor you to fuck me, thatâs what i want. you wonât mind that, too?â
oh my fucking god.
he wishes you were passed out drunk instead so he wouldnât have to suffer this battle between self-control and his insatiable appetite for you.
âbaby, arenât you still sore from this morning?â
âa little,â he notices you squeezing your thighs together from his peripheral, and along with it, the bruises on your knees from when you worshipped his body last night. âbut i want you.â
your giggles in reaction to him frustratedly running his fingers through his hair seems to only fuel the dirty thoughts in his head. he uncomfortably shifts in his seat to adjust himself.
âcan you just bring it up when we get near your house? youâre killing me over here!â
âbut why? iâm having fun.â you bring your tangled hands over to your side, peppering the back of his hand with innocent kisses. âi love you. youâre so cute.â
âare you⊠are you seriously calling me cute after what you just asked me to fuck you?â
his disbelief is challenged by your amusement.
âwhy not? being one dimensional? boring. being different things all at once? sexy.â
jungkook doesnât need to see you play the drums to know that you are the only one capable of making his heart beat like this. to feel it pounding, it turns out thereâs another way besides performing, he can just be alone with you. a different type of addictive exhilaration. he isnât at the top of the world; he free falls as it revolves around you.
you always know the right words to say, because right now, he is preening. heâs wearing a big smile, the kind that looks like heâs laughing, but heâs notâ almost. the kind that reaches his eyes, shapes them into little crescent moons.
how did he get so lucky?
rehearsals in the morning be damned, he will be fucking you good all night.
you make a noise of confusion when the car swerves into the trees at the side of the road.
âwhat are we doing here?â
jungkook only spares you a glance. âget in the backseat, baby.â
â
taglist in the reblogs! send an ask/dm if you want to be added (or removed) :D
â
3K notes
·
View notes
RYDER CUP WITH MY EX đ lando norris
ౚৠlando norris x exgirlfriend!golfer!reader
the one where reader and lando stayed close after their break up and still do videos together as friends until reader looked at lando a bit too long and the internet freaks out ( based on this request )
taglist if you'd like to be added to my taglist, message me privately or comment on this post
warning this is all fake and just for fun, no hate to any of the people mentioned. Just a reminder that this is pure for entertainment Ń
ĐŸŃ
ĐŸ
main masterlist đ lando masterlist
ౚৠyournameâs youtube channel
ౚৠyourinstagram rome, italy
liked by landonorris and 106.683 others
yourinstagram my first ryder cup! đ©” canât emphasise enough of how everyone needs to experience this event atleast once in their lifetime. Thank you landonorris for inviting me along with you on this crazy event, had the time of my life my full video of this day is available on youtube rn!
view all 190 comments
username what an amazing experience wow
username i love the way lando invited you to this!!
username he definitely went âmy ex girlfriend is a golfer can i invite her along please!!â
username theyâre definitely still in love with each other
username loved your video! đ©·
landonorris amazing day đ
yourinstagram canât thank you enough!!!
username get back together pleaseee
username what an awkward comment
username you looked ready to lean in and kiss him at one point and i donât blame you for it
ౚৠf1 fan twitter
ౚৠyourinstagram posted on their stories
viewed by landonorris, lilymhe and 174.683 others
replies to your story
username sheâs back!!!!!
username so excited for the golf content again
username did you wanna kiss lando?? please say yes
ౚৠyourinstagram hong kong
liked by lilymhe and 109.791 others
yourinstagram met one of the coolest golfers on the planet lilymhe â€ïžâđ„
view all 159 comments
username omg this is so cool!
username lando & alex crying somewhere fr
username the wags arrivedđ
lilymhe đ€đ„°đȘđŒ
yourinstagram thank you for filming with međ„č
username this was a duo i never knew i needed
username them together in hong kong w their wags being in qatar lmao
username âtheir wagsâ lol so true
ౚৠf1 fan twitter
ౚৠmessages lando/yn
ౚৠyourinstagram posted on their stories
viewed by landonorris, lilymhe and 196.682 others
replies to your story
username omg youre in texas!!
username just kiss and make up bro cmon
landonorris that looks like me
yourinstagram sorry thatâs actually my boyfriend
username please date again
ౚৠyourinstagram no location
liked by landonorris and 138.792 others
yourinstagram guess i wanted to kiss him after allđ©·
view all 381 comments
username FUCKING KNEW IT OMG
username thank god, finally!!
landonorris guess i wanted to kiss you too
yourinstagram lucky me igđ€
username the lando golf content weâre gonna get again ahhh
ౚৠyourinstagram posted on their stories
viewed by alexalbon, lilymhe and 190.182 others
ౚৠlandonorris no location
liked by yourinstagram and 897.798 others
landonorris yn.jpg đ§Ą
view all 1688 comments
username i knew theyâd get back together!
username well landoâs obsessed with her so yeah đ
username finally yâall come to your senses
yourinstagram landoooo đ€
landonorris â€ïžâ€ïž
username now stay together
username these photos are so adorable
username the way she looks at him omg đ„°
taglist - @louvrepool @italyrryx @buendiabebeta @janeholt3 @lightdragonrayne @namgification @aquangxl @sammyam @americanbluebirdrb @poppyflower-22 @c-losur3 @nxrrislando @haikyuen @evie-119 @raevyng @urfavsgf
676 notes
·
View notes
Wrong Side of the Bars
Thank you anon for this lovely request, and thank you all for voting on which wip I worked on next! I hope you enjoy it! đ
Pairings: Crocodile x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3990
Ao3 Link
Summary: Your promotion landed you in hell, otherwise known as Level 6 of Impel Down. All you wanted to do was work this shit job so you could move on up, but there's one prisoner that won't leave you alone. It turns out those long nights go by faster with a bit of company.
Author's Note: Oh, Sir Crocodile đđ„° I would cave so fucking fast
Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Swearing, Smut, Pet Names, Praise Kink, Size Kink, Large Cock, Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting, Vaginal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Spit, Prison Sex, Penis in Vagina Sex, Unprotected Sex, (stay safe out there!), Hair-Pulling, Possessive Behavior, Come Eating, Biting, Bondage, Power Imbalance, I'd Commit Felonies For This Man
| masterlist | about me | rules | ao3 |
âYouâre new.â
He wasnât the first prisoner to try to talk to you, but he was the first that you made eye contact with. You cursed yourself for that, not wanting to make any sort of connection with these monsters as you pushed their meals through the slots, and monitored the hell that was Level 6.Â
âWhatâs a pretty thing like you doing trapped down here in the muck?â
Sir Crocodile.Â
You had studied all of the terrifying prisoners youâd be guarding, but there was something about this man that scared you.Â
That fear had to show on your face as he smirked down at you. He was so tall, at least a couple feet taller than you, and the scar that tore his face in half across his cheekbones had your mouth going dry.Â
He chuckled as he leaned down, the handcuffs clinking against metal as he rested his forearms on the bars, his hands dangling out of the cell.Â
Not hands. Hand. And a gleaming metal hook.Â
âStay in your cell,â you ordered, backing up too fast as his smile widened.Â
Why the fuck did they let him keep that thing? It looks fucking deadly.Â
âMy apologies, missâŠâ he paused, pulling his arms back as he waited for you to fill in the blank.Â
âYou may address me as âguard.â
He didnât.
Sir Crocodile called you âpretty thingâ every shift.Â
It didnât help that the guard post station was right next to his fucking cell. You knew this was going to be a shit job, but you were working your way up, and this promotion could get you placed somewhere cushier in the long run. Plus, the berries they had to pay to convince anyone to come down here was impressive.Â
These prisoners were the worst of the worst, and working down here was never going to be easy.Â
But you didnât expect to have silver eyes watching your every move, matched by that silver tongue that got you flustered all too easy. You were too embarrassed to ask the other guards if he treated them the same way.Â
~
âHowâs your morning going, pretty thing?â
âItâs nighttime,â you deadpanned, grimacing that youâd answered him again. It had only been a couple of weeks, but it was getting harder to ignore the only person you could talk to during these long shifts in the cold, dark, gloom of Impel Down.Â
âI guess it doesnât matter down here,â he hummed, sitting on the floor close to the bars to see you better.Â
There arenât even any other prisoners in this section. They were all on death row, and now Iâm stuck posted next to this⊠thisâŠ
Admitting it to yourself pissed you off, but Crocodile was charming. And fucking hot.Â
He rested his head on his fist while he smirked at you, and you braced yourself for more of that deep voice.Â
âWhy are you down here?â
The lack of the nickname added to the genuine tone in his words, and you gave in.
âI got a promotion.â
Crocodile leaned back, surprised laughter booming through the air. Your skin flushed, and he squinted up at you as he shook his head.Â
âYouâre joking, right? A pretty thing like you, stuck in the dark? Bringing slop to bad men like me? That canât be a fucking promotion,â he balked, tapping his hook against the bars to emphasize his point.Â
Gritting your teeth, you kept your eyes away from that cell as the ex warlord laughed softly to himself for the rest of your shift.Â
~
âWhatâs it like to have devil fruit powers,â you asked, tapping fingers on your desk as you stared at him. Barely a month had gone by, and now you were spending hours every shift talking to this dangerous criminal.Â
âItâd be a lot more enjoyable without this tacky jewelry,â he complained, waving the sea prism stone cuffs in the air.Â
âMaybe you shouldâve thought of that before going all evil.â
Ice sunk to your gut as you caught his eyes. You had a feeling he was not someone to disrespect, even if he was locked up.Â
âI like you,â he announced, huffing a laugh.Â
The praise had you digging your fingers into your thighs, your voice a bit too high for the rest of the night.Â
~
âAre you seeing someone?â
âExcuse me,â you coughed, sitting up from your too relaxed position.
âI canât imagine you have a lot of options on this rock,â he wondered aloud, tilting his head down toward you. âIt has to be pretty lonely.â
Chills ran over your body as his voice went low, those innocent words laced with the promise of sin.Â
âThatâs none of your business,â you scoffed, breathy as you tried not to squirm.Â
âI suppose not,â he hummed, leaning against the bars. âBut you work such a stressful job. I bet you need someone to help you relax a bit. I know you deserve it.â
It was like his words were on your skin, heating you up. You didnât realize just how fucking pent up you were until he started torturing you.Â
âIâd never ask you to let me out,â he assured, raising his arms in front of him, rattling the chain between his cuffs. âI know you donât have the key to these cuffs, so there wouldnât be a point in leaving this cage on my own anyway.â
âIâm not letting youââ
âLike I said, pretty thing, I won't leave this cell until these cuffs are gone. But I do want to give you some relief. You could join me in here for a while. Weâve got all night, no one else is around. Wouldnât you like a little help with all of that stress?â
âNoâ IâŠâ you choked out, shaking your head.
How could I let things go this far? Iâve been so unprofessional, talking to him like this.
Crocodile interrupted your internal criticism with a laugh, his eyes pouring over you.Â
âNo worries, doll. Iâm sure youâll be thinkinâ about it later. You know where to find me when you change your mind.â
âDonât you mean if,â you corrected, trying to gain some footing back.Â
âNo,â he teased, giving you a sly wink before turning away, laying on his cot as he hummed to himself.Â
Your thoughts turned to chaotic noise as your brain tried to delete that conversation. Staring at his back while he laid down for the rest of your shift, you willed yourself to have some sense of self preservation.Â
Finally in your own bed, you closed your eyes, hoping to see nothing but inky blackness.Â
But all you could see were silver eyes, a golden hook, and a devilish smile.Â
Fuck.
~
âWhy should I trust you?â
Your hoarse whisper raised his brow as he stood in front of you, your own body closer to the bars than youâd normally risk.Â
âI wonât survive this place alone with these cuffs on, and Iâm not stupid enough to risk it. Iâm fucking bored, and I could use some company. Why would I hurt the only pretty thing I get to see down here?â
Trusting this criminal would be insane. I could lose my job. I could be thrown behind bars. He could fucking kill me, even without his devil fruit powers. Donât fucking do this. Donât be a fucking idiot. Donâtâ
âOkay,â you breathed, your crime barely audible as he watched your guilty lips.Â
Crocodileâs crooked grin made you shiver, and you caught yourself chewing on your lip to keep from returning a shy smile.Â
âSuch a good girl,â he teased, stepping away from the bars. âIâm gonna take care of you.â
His praise and his promise ran through you like electricity, and your body twisted with need while you struggled with the keys.Â
âTake your time, sweetheart. Iâm not going anywhere.â
Even his laughter felt delicious, like you needed to get closer, to taste it on your tongue.Â
The heavy click of metal stopped your breath, and Crocodile stood as still as a statue while the door swung open. He didnât move a muscle, as if trying not to spook you.Â
Each step damned you further, until you were in the monsterâs cage. You locked yourself in, the cold ring of keys stuffed into your pocket as you turned to face him.Â
Crocodile looked at you with such satisfaction that it made your toes curl, as if youâd already given him everything. It only took him a couple of steps to cross the room, and in a moment you were staring up at him, your body on fire with anticipation.Â
The chain of the cuffs stretched as he reached his hand to your cheek. That large thumb was so gentle as it stroked your skin, and you let out a sigh.Â
Then you gasped, his thumb just a distraction for that golden hook as it pulled at your collar, that sharp point dangerously close to your throat.Â
âTake these off before I ruin your little uniform.â
The words could have been a request, a command, or a threat, but the heat in his voice had you pulling at your tie, frantic to obey him.Â
Just as you tossed the last bit of clothing to the side, he knelt down to kiss you, pressing the bare skin of your back against the metal bars.Â
Crocodile kissed you with more care than youâd expected, as if he were eating a fine meal, tasting every note, enjoying the luxury heâd earned or taken. As you opened to him, he explored you, his large tongue so controlled.Â
Until you needed more, digging your nails into his slicked back hair, moaning into his mouth.
Thick fingers trailed between your thighs until they pulled away wet. He chuckled at the little whines you let out when he broke contact, tasting you on his fingers.Â
âSo eager,â he hummed, resisting your grabby hands to pull him back in. âHang on to the bars.â
You were glad for the order, because the sight of this menacing villain lying on his back, and sliding his head between your legs would have knocked you over.
âDonât be shy, pretty thing. Let me take care of all that stress for ya.â
I canât believe this is happening.Â
He laughed as you turned around, mumbling that 'the other way was fine,' before you lowered yourself down.Â
The first touches were like that kiss, controlled and steady. He pressed his lips against your clit, then his tongue explored, just as gentle as before.
Your hips squirmed above him as you held yourself up, until he growled against your flesh. That sensation alone sent your eyes rolling back, then his hand gripped your waist to shove you down. His hook was trapped behind your back, the chain of his cuffs rubbing against your ass with every movement.Â
All the control heâd shown before was gone, and you bit one of your wrists not to scream. Looking down into those wicked eyes was a mistake, as you had to fight your body not to collapse, not to send his name echoing through this desolate, stone hell.Â
His tongue was so long, you couldnât believe how deep he could taste you. He invaded you, trying to eat his way inside your body, like a dog chewing through a bone. More of his moans and growls vibrated through you as you rode along the planes of his face.Â
âFuck, oh gods, IâmâŠâ you choked out, your knuckles turning white against the bars as you came on this criminalâs face.Â
His grip on you stayed firm as you spasmed, forcing you to stay in place while he lapped up your pleasure.Â
âHoly shit,â you breathed, still twitching when he finally released you. Youâd barely laid beside him when he was on you, filling your mouth with the taste of you as you shivered against the stone floor.Â
âYou taste too fucking good to be trapped down here,â he rasped between kisses, trailing his lips down your jaw and neck.Â
âIâm not trapped.â
His teeth clamped down, just the threat of a bite at the crook of your neck. Your breath caught, your body unable to hide the fact that it was more excited than afraid to have this predator at your throat.Â
Crocodile gave your body what it wanted, pressing his teeth into your flesh slowly, tracing his fingers along your thigh. You melted as the pressure grew sharp, your eyes fluttering as you gave him a breathy moan.Â
His tongue teased over the mark heâd made, and you were grateful for your uniformâs high collar before you forgot who and where you were again.Â
His fingers took that moment to find you, two plunging into your still twitching cunt. He kissed you again, tasting your moans as he added another thick finger.
Digging your nails into his arms, you struggled to breathe through his kiss as he stretched and played with you.Â
âCome here, pretty thing,â he teased, helping you move unsteadily toward the cot. He leaned over you, kissing your temple before breathing more promises against your ear, sending chills over your skin.Â
âIâm gonna fuck all of that stress out of your perfect, little body,â he whispered, letting you hang onto him as you gasped. âBut first, you're gonna use that pretty mouth to get my cock nice and messy for you, alright?â
âMhm,â you agreed, biting your lip as you watched him toss his thin pillow to the floor. He smirked at you before tugging down his striped pants. Kicking them out of the way, he sat on the bed with his legs spread wide. Those heavy balls hung down over the side of the mattress while you stared at his veiny cock.Â
âItâll fit, sweetheart,â he winked, resting his arms and cuffs between his legs as he waited for you. âJust get it nice and wet for me, and Iâll show you.â
Youâd already thrown out every last bit of self preservation the second you walked into this cell, so you sank down to your knees on the pillow, and looked up at him.Â
He was so scary.
But the satisfied way he looked at you made you want to say yes to anything, just to keep those silver eyes on your skin. He lifted his arms over you until you were caged between his long legs and the meat of his body, with the chains on his wrists tickling your back.Â
Taking him in your hands, you almost lost your nerve as you moved along that velvet girth, but his deep voice pulled you back.
âMm, just like that, beautiful.â
Desperate for more of that praise, you pressed your lips to his swollen tip. His mouth parted when you tasted that bead of precum, teasing it around his tip with your tongue while your hands kept stroking his length.
The noises he made were low and pleased as you took what you could of him into your mouth. You gave everything, tasting and sucking him becoming your only purpose, spurred on by more intoxicating words.Â
âSo gorgeous with your mouth all full. Just a little sloppier now. You can drool on my cock like a good girl, canât ya?â
Moaning around him, you let as much spit as you could drip down his shaft, gasping when he grabbed your hair to pull him off of you.
A line of spit connected your lips to his cock as you blinked up at him. His eyes were dark, and you whimpered as he tightened his fingers in your hair, the sensation arching your back.Â
âLay down,â he commanded as he released your hair, standing slowly to tower above you. He tugged the thin blanket off the bed with his hook, holding it out to you with a dangerous tilt to his head.Â
Spreading the fabric across the rough floor, you laid down with the pillow under your head. He watched your every move, his stillness making your breath shallow again.Â
You didnât just want to be meek prey for this crocodile to devour. You wanted to devour him back.Â
I want this.Â
Meeting his dark eyes with your own, you spread your thighs, teasing your fingers over your clit.Â
âIâm waitââ
Crocodile went to his knees, cutting you off with a laugh. He caged you in with his elbows above your head, the sound of metal hitting stone making you gasp.Â
âBarely had a taste, and my pretty thing's already greedy? Show me where you want it,â he taunted, rubbing that thick length through your folds.Â
Just the touch of him had your eyes rolling back, but you obeyed. You wrapped shaky fingers around him, guiding him to your entrance before you tried, and failed, to relax.Â
âBreathe deep for me, babydoll. You want me to fill you up, donât you,â he rasped, pressing just the tip of him inside, already bringing a moan to your lips.Â
âThatâs right,â he praised as you tried not to squirm away from his slow invasion. âI knew youâd love taking my cock. Mm, I felt that. Is that what you want, pretty thing? You want mean olâ Crocodile to fuck you deep?â
The stretch had taken your thoughts, left you with tears in your eyes, and the hint of drool in the corner of your lips.Â
All you could do was pant, and whine, and beg.Â
âPlease, fuck me, Crocodile. Iââ
He hadnât met your hips yet, but he drew himself out and started fucking into you, tearing a scream from your throat.
Without stopping, he brought his large hand to cover your mouth, the chain of his cuffs hitting against the top of your head with every thrust.Â
Crocodile slowed down, rocking his hips up into you. He pushed further, until you were shaking at the sensation of him fully hilted, stretching you further than youâd ever felt.Â
His hand left your face as his voice rolled over you again.Â
âAs much as I wanna hear you screaming my name, youâve gotta keep it down. Can you do that for me, pretty?â
âMhm,â you whined, needing him to start moving again.
Another filthy scream left your throat, until you choked on two large fingers.Â
âLooks like you need to practice your fucking manners, sweetheart,â he scolded, gagging your screams away while he fucked you across the stone floor, the blanket slipping away bit by bit with each powerful thrust.Â
Every single thing about this moment was overwhelming, and as much as Crocodileâs praise had sent you leaping into danger, his scolding words made you shatter into pieces. Your orgasm crashed over you, your nails raking over any part of him you could reach while pleasure made your body thrash.Â
âFuuckk, youâre taking my cock so well.â
He emphasized those words with his body, filling you completely, over and over againÂ
âWhen I get out of here, Iâm taking you with me. No more dungeons for my perfect, pretty thing. You hear me?â
He huffed a laugh when you moaned around his fingers again, then his thrusts went ragged as he gave you more orders.Â
âCome for me while I fill you up, pretty. Play with that little clit. I wanna feel this pussy milkingâ Ha, youâre such a good girl.â
You were barely human anymore, with your eyes crossed as drool trailed down your cheek where his fingers pressed into your mouth, and your spasming flesh that begged for more abuse as he fucked you into the stone.Â
âSo good for me,â he grunted, pumping into you a few more times as you felt his thick cock pulsing and twitching. âMy pretty thingâŠâ
The heat and pressure of his come pouring into you had you arching your back, whimpering around his fingers as he whispered those last few words, claiming you in ways he couldnât mean.Â
You were fucking lost. As unreal as the night had seemed, it felt as if it were the only real night youâd ever had. All the adrenaline and pleasure had made you fucking high, and you were still reeling when he left you empty. He pulled you gently until your head was in his lap as he sat against the wall, wiping the drool from your cheek.Â
âSo, howâs that stress now, babydoll? Feel better,â he asked with that crooked smile.
âFuck,â your breathed, your eyes going wide with panic as the real fucking world crawled back into your brain.Â
Iâm fucked. Iâm gonna get fired, or arrested, or fucking killed, orâ
âHm. Looks like you need another round to clear that up for you.â
A nervous laugh escaped you, and you clamped your hand over your mouth, afraid of him again.Â
âDonât worry,â he rasped, licking his lips as he looked down your body. âIâll just clean up the mess I made. Then you can pretend you never let Sir Crocodile fuck you in his dirty prison cell. Is that what my pretty thing wants?â
Your mind was still screaming, but your body knew. It wanted that skilled tongue to drink every drop of him out of you, and he laughed again when you moaned at the thought.Â
The ex warlord was gentle, cleaning the evidence with his tongue, and bringing you to bliss one more time as he sucked on your clit like a piece of candy. He kissed along your body, a mix of teasing and praise floating over you, until his gentleness ended.Â
âWhat,â you groaned, blinking your eyes open while he shook your face with a firm grip on your jaw.Â
âItâs time to go sweetheart.â
âOh. Oh.â
The criminal sat on his cot, grinning at you while you panicked, teetering on one foot when you pulled your pants on.Â
âIs everythingââ
âYou look fine,â he soothed, still smirking. âYou look like a guard, although youâre still on the wrong side of the bars.â
Nodding too fast, you pulled the heavy keys out of your pocket, but they clattered to the floor as fingers twisted into your hair.Â
Crocodile yanked you toward him, the sensation of him holding you this way going from delicious to terrifying in seconds. All you could do was stare up into those cold eyes, all of your self defense training evaporating in the presence of such a predator.Â
âI may be stuck in this cage for now,â he warned, leaning his face down to yours, âbut youâre mine. Do you understand?â
Your body responded before you could think, your eyes rolling back as you gasped.
âThereâs my pretty thing,â he praised, kissing away the fear as he loosened his grip on your hair. âNow go get some rest. Youâve got a long night of work ahead of you tomorrow, donât you?â
Sitting at the guard post for the rest of your shift felt surreal. You knew that you had stepped out of that cell, and locked the door. You knew that he was still trapped, and you were still free. But even though you were the one with his mark left on your body, it felt like heâd kept a piece of you in that cage with him.Â
Still, your mind and body struggled between fear, and the memories of his voice and his touch while you pleaded with the clock for your shift to end so you could take a fucking shower.
Crocodile left you alone for once, this little corner of hell silent for the first time in weeks. Yet, you knew he wasnât asleep. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him sitting on his cot, darkness shrouding everything except for the faint gleam of gold.Â
The shift finally ended, and your steps echoed through the hall. The words youâd heard at the end of every shift for weeks met your ears again, but now they set you on fire, fear and desire speeding your pulse.
âGoodnight, pretty thing.â
Likes, comments, and reblogs bring me much âšdopamineâš thank you so much!
a/n: Shit job, but the benefits sound nice đđ
Tag List: @shewrites02 | @jadeddangel
Operation Olive Branch has compiled a working spreadsheet of ways to help families fleeing from the genocide in Palestine. If you enjoyed this fic, and are able, please click the link to find a list of GoFundMe's, as well as other ways to help.
| masterlist | about me | rules | ao3 |
543 notes
·
View notes
maiden, hungary, and all that romance fiasco ! oscar p. x ofc (filo!gen z!ofc) - the piastri fiasco smau
summary: maiden wins and maiden names - two of the most important things that oscar aimed for in one night.
OR paloma 'lomi' san pedro was subjected to changing her twitter handle all because of her boyfriend oscar's intuitions and stupid bet, which left some fans confused until the hungarian grand prix winner gave more context to it.
content warning: use of explicit language, sexual innuendos, flirting on main, 2024 hungarian gp spoilers, marriage proposal, oblivious to proposal hints, carlos sainz's in-law!ofc, fluff, text/smau fic, ofc and oscar's mom canonically facetiming each other during oscar's national anthem
note: i can't write smut today guys the melatonin hits hard âčïž enjoy xx
the piastri fiasco masterlist
a - n masterlist // o - z masterlist
if youâd like to get on one of my taglists, check this post out
tagged oscarpiastri
liked by landonorris, patriciooward, carlossainz55
carlossainz55 see you later, princesita! liked by lomisanpedro
user1 i love my queen paloma balagtas san pedro slay queen
lomisanpedro how tf you know my middle name?
oscarpiastri ...miranda isn't your middle name?
user2 WOWOWOWOW okay oscar i see the man that you are đ©
user3 not knowing your girlfriend's middle name is crazy work
oscarpiastri silly me, of course i'm joking. i know it's your second first name. philippines is silly like that đ
user4 oh darling wait til you hear about the government
oscarpiastri look at my missus being everyone's most pinned pinterest post đ
user5 your đ what đ
lomisanpedro oscarpiastri stop mass commenting on my insta đł you're making me blush hard
user6 ARE WE GONNA GLOSS PAST THE MISSUS JOKE?
AFTER HUNGARIAN GP
BREAKING: Australia's Oscar Piastri, driving for McLaren F1 Team, becomes the 115th race winner in F1 history after his maiden win in Hungaroring.
tagged lomisanpedro
liked by lomisanpedro, logansargeant, carlossainz55
user1 the multi 21 that ended well in the end đ„°
user2 insane behaviour from our resident wombat
nicolepiastri finally! another piastri girl! đ liked by oscarpiastri
user3 a dub in our book (i'm not a piastri)
logansargeant nice to know you didn't bawl your eyes out while proposing. you've been texting me left and right about it
user4 i love how logan's always so in-tune with most ppl in the grid then he becomes deux moi in anything oscar đ©
lewishamilton congratulations on the engagement and win! a job well done!
user5 when is it ur turn, lewis?
user6 user5 i volunteer
user5 user6 girl đ you and the entire world
landonorris mrs. piastri â€ïž
carlossainz55 glad to know you asked me for blessing first, hermano. welcome to the family! liked by oscarpiastri
user7 ??? how are you even related to lomi?
user8 carlos' wife is lomi's cousin
lomisanpedro not to be funny but my initials are going to be pp â€ïž pretty hyped about it tbh liked by oscarpiastri
oscarpiastri my fiancee is a clown i'm afraid đł
lomisanpedro my fiancĂ© is a race winner lfgggggg đđ liked by oscarpiastri
oscarpiastri eheh. love you darling đ
⥠moonyâs reminder đ
¶ (general): @hiraethrhapsody @avaleineandafryingpan @enhacolor @roseandtulips @woweewoowa @magnummagnussen @happy-nico @architect-2015 @hiireadstuff @biancathecool @scorpiomindfuck @stinkyjax @youdontknowmeshh @hyneyedfiz @decafmickey @lightdragonrayne @marknolee @xylinasdiary @anotherblackreader
167 notes
·
View notes
Supernatural P Links
(divider creds: @cafekitsune)
minors, do not interact. the links below contain porn and graphic nudity. you are responsible for your own media consumption, understanding that the links below contain porn and should not be opened in public. I will block minors who interact.
A/N: Hi! đ€ I've haven't made one of these before but I've been inspired by other creators on here so we're gonna give it a try. Supernatural won the vote by landslide so I'll post another poll soon on two different fandoms. The reader is female in these scenarios. If you guys would like me to make more FxF and MxM p link content, lemme know in the comments. If you guys have any links you'd like me to add to another collection, send them to my inbox (anon. If you're uncomfortable) and let me know what character you'd like to go with it. Also, comments and reblogs are always appreciated. (I'll be your best friend đ„čđđ») Enjoy! đ«¶đ»đ„°
đșđđ đŸđđđđđđđđđ
â size kink with a bruising pace
â Sam loves worshipping you
â Sam fucks you in Dean's bed
â You both love the new loft kitchen
â Fucking you dumb
â He can make your legs shake and toes curl
đ«đđđ đŸđđđđđđđđđ
â Dean loves lazy sex on the couch
â Backshots in the motel
â After a fight, you and Dean make up a little differently
â He needs to taste you
â He can't enough of eating you out
â Sometimes, Dean just needs to have you wherever he finds you
đȘđđđđđđ
â Cas gets rewarded with raw doggy
â He loses his mind when you ride him
â Cas teases your pretty pussy
â You can feel him in your guts
â Cas decides to join you in the shower
â Mind bending backshots
333 notes
·
View notes
YESSSSS I BEG GET INTO THE CULTURAL DIDFERENCES BETWEEN HYLIANS AND HUMANS đđ
...now ur just sweet talking me đ„° /lh
Not years, well maybe 1 year-
but i have wanted to ramble desperately to smone, even the tumblr void if i had to, abt humans vs. hylians so much, esp with a guide reader or male reader bc whatdya know im into niche stuff that only u and like 2 other ppl like lmao ÂŻ\(ă)/ÂŻ
Anyway im so shocked, since ur like the third person to be interested in this and wanna hear abt it đ„ș đ€Čđ here u go!! Hope u like it <333 đđ
Sun:Â Masc!Reader (he/him)
Orbit:Â Humans are Not Hylians/Humans are Space Orcs AU, Headcanons-ish, long overall but each section is kinda short
Stars:Â Mostly worldbuilding! you've been warned, don't get mad me for not talking abt the boys too muchâïž
Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild cursing, mentions of private area/joke in the clothing headcanons, & Trigger Warnings: none known.
Please comment if I missed any. /gen
â
just some quick headcanons bc tbh i haven't given it too much thought, and i feel like I've been able to somewhat get into it in other posts? or maybe im thinking of stuff i have in my drafts idk-
Imma make another list, so buckle up for the short ride lol
Courting periods/dating/marriage
individual/small groups society-based hylians v. large personal groups/large community society-based humans
simpler foods hylians v. complex food humans
clothing modesty/style/relationships with fashion
fighting styles/strategies
entertainment complexity/differences
and language
â
1st one, not much yet, im also making a separate post bc someone else asked me to talk abt that more đ„ș
(tysm for all the enthusiastic asks guys <33)
anyway, basically hylian courting is a lot shorter, think âlesbians with the uhaulâ type of energy, like sort of the classical medieval âdoes thee wish to pursue marriage with this one?â â how hylians ask u out for the first time lmao
if it helps, they do tend to get to know one another well, talking about morals/kids/life goals/preferred lifestyle/house/etc. pretty clearly and quickly, then using the in between time to sort of stew on that information
id say the total time is sort of something like 6 months? maybe 3/4 if they're really compatible
(so bc i love interpreting video game logic for real world building, I actually blame this on how fast Zelda/link get together in games despite having sometimes never met before that moment lol)
like i said, ill be posting about this later
2nd one!!
pretty basic, just saying we don't really see hylians in big groups, despite the organizations they form, like kingdoms/knights or on a more personal level, towns/families/etc.
(once again, in-game appearances/video game logic translated to real life to draw these conclusions)
like not only are family units pretty small, like nuclear family setup, with like 2 parents and 2 kids, or single parent 1 kid type of situation, but the towns or collections of these families arent very big either
hylians kind of use their government the way it was intended lmao?
like the villages and towns matter more for everyday decisions than the kingdom/royalty, like Zelda would esstientally just be the mayor of Castle Town for those constant decisions,
while occasionally is called on to make decisions like for several towns or like is a natural disaster happens
meanwhile humans are, in comparison, in Way Bigger groups, both on an organization scale, and a personal scale
like u have all these specific branches of government, whereas im sure the population difference doesn't help,
and on a personal level, humans can easily have like multiple parents, lots of siblings, and once u combine that with each parent having family too, and those families like to meet up? All together??
yeah, itd look insane to any hylians (whoâs smaller extended family may just make up their own village and that's it)
3. I've touched on this
like the use of spices, syrups, seasonings, etc
but also the complexity of dishes too, like chilling cream and mixing it for awhile to make ice cream, or even just getting ordering a pizza,
that's a lot of processing, like making the dough from flour and other ingredients, to letting it rise, to making the tomato paste, making cheese, then combining those things with any other toppings, all into one dish??
i like to think that hylians have only just started to touch on actual complicated cooking processes (as in BOTW, where they sell flour and salt, so people besides Link/Wild must know what to do with it)
this has the advantage of impressing any hylian with what a âcreative geniusâ you are lol
4. look im just a fan of medieval time periods Links
so i think its funny if the hylians are used to like 4/3 layers and ur over here like, âwym, if i take off my shirt there's nothing underneath?â
one of them gets bold enough to ask, âd-do you not. do you not have undergarments??â
you âjust my boxers? like just to cover my di-â
also this makes its easy to seduce people here? LMAO
clothes are def higher quality, after all there's not as many artificial processes or materials interfering,
plus u usually get some sick embroidery on it too!!
5. so like i get it, Link is the main fighter in games
but like, the few times there is a war/army in loz games, there's rlly not a lot of strategy, beyond just finding the enemy and fighting
tho im partial to that hylians/most inhabitants of Hyrule abide by the âlets meet up either literally by inviting each other or just between our territories to fightâ
with occasional guerilla warfare (by any means necessary/stealth/ambush attacks/strategy) that's only rlly used either by Demise/Ganon, or by the wilder individuals/races in games
or maybe even the more civilized fighters in an emergency
and so that means by this logic that all of the Chain use kind of wild techniques compared to their race/kingdom lmao
id imagine its not too surprising to also see âevery fight is a bar fight if its for my lifeâ from individual travelers, so im sure they're not viewed too crazy (esp when ppl know their the hero that constantly has to deal with guerilla warfare from Ganon)
but its be hilarious to watch the reactions of both the Links realizing theyâre in a bigger group that should be using âproperâ fighting strategies and seeing the general publics reaction to this absolutely feral, armed to the teeth, trained hylians with their equally wild human lol
LMAO everyone thinks ur the reason they started using the more brutal fighting methods bc ur human, ur a bad influence lol
(humans would use it primarily, esp after we converted to use that method in warfare a couple hundred years ago i think?)
changing course a bit, hylians tend to use weapons (to compensate for difference in strength compared to humans, and since they don't experience/get a lesser version of adrenaline)
while humans tend to equally rely on weapons and our body as a weapon (marital arts/basic self-defense)
6. this is mostly bc the hylians only rlly seem to have the basics of music, books/stories, theater, and art
i have, surprise surprise, another post abt how i think this came to be,
mostly based on how human curiosity is indomitable and insatiable and the endless force that has not yet met its immovable object.
or at least an immovable object they haven't at least poked a little, out of curiosity lol
like we went to space for that reason, we reach the most dangerous corners of our planet (deep underwater/volcanoes) out of sheer curiousity/for the sake of simple knowledge of the thing
so needless to say, curiosity can absolutely drive any field to its limits, including the arts, which is why we can have stained glass, or movies/tv shows, hell, the marvel that is Hatsune Miku lmao
(fully for entertainment, a projection of light and sound, what is essentially magical illusions but u did it hte hard way, to the hylians)
on a different entertainment related note, i don't know if the hylians would be super into sports, or not really at all? mostly bc they have to use their fighting/training against real threats, not the sort of âfakeâ threats that sports are
but on the other hand i could see people like knights wanting to use their abilities for something other than violence and fighting bc their life or their villages lives depended on it
bet the Links would enjoy it for those reasons especially, what with at least sumo wrestling being a sport or activity for them at some point in history, and practically beg u for any new games to play, or to ref their games, bc whewwww
im sure they could get pretty competitive lol
7. obviously, their mostly influenced by the Japanese language
id almost like to imagine a sort of, if not outright Japanese (like with earlier heroes like Sky) then a sort of English-Japanese hybrid further along the line
sort of like how English has German/Greek/Latin roots and therefore u can see what words or structure comes from where, or even how u can understand a fair amount of basic words when other languages share the same roots (english, pants = spanish, pantalones)
would make for some funny miscommunications
or even better, most hylians liking ur unique accent or the Links love to hear u talk bc of it lol
â
well the fever has broken, i am now free of the sickness that made me hack this up geez
i hope u got some enjoyment out of these my beloved anon!! esp since u were so nice as to ask abt it <33
hope u guys have a great weekend, look out for some more posts, bc its been great to get some more asks in lately and very motivating,
not to mention i actually have time to write now that my siblings graduated/weâve moved several states over đ
so i have reliable internet now too! sheesh :â)
Peace out,
đ
154 notes
·
View notes
As per your request! I just copied and pasted it from my comment!!
Also. Love your stories. Love it when you post them. Theyâre just always so short!! Iâm so greedy! I always want more!! Iâm always full of ideas so if you need any just ask. (I feel like you donât need them though you do so well writing!) Iâm far to ADHD to actually write any of them so happy for you to create the magic lol
They randomly meet a few weeks/months later in a coffee shop and sit down and chat⊠or she just happens to Bert her bestie Ava at the school hoping to get a glimpse of her!!
I dunno. Youâre the artist! As long as itâs happy and smooshy!! đ„°
Thank you for your sweet, sweet words! As requested, here is part 2! I definitely didn't follow the prompt at all, but this is what I came up with, and I hope it's okay!
Enchanted- pt 2
Part 1
WC: ~2.4k
You went to text Ava the next day after meeting Melissa, but you just couldnât find the courage. So here you are, still just sitting at your desk job, thinking about her. Your mind is filled with what she could be doing right now- actually you know what sheâs doing: itâs 11 am on a Monday morning. Sheâs at school, probably teaching her second graders. You sit there for another half an hour before itâs finally time for your lunch break, and you take the walk down to the Wawa around the corner like you usually do.Â
Melissa opens up her Tupperware container, only to let out a loud groan at the odor that comes out of it.
âWhat the hell is that smell?â Ava scrunches her nose up as she walks in.
âI knew it was a risk bringing this today,â the redhead grumbles as she dumps the contents out into the trash can. âBut I thought I could get another day out of it.â
âDamn, girl,â the principal laughs. âThat sucks. Wawa lunch for you, I guess.â
âAnyone want anything?â the second grade teacher asks as she slings her bag over her shoulder. Jacob goes to say something, but heâs cut off by Melissa loudly announcing, âAlright, if no one wants anything, Iâll be back in twenty minutes.â
She storms her way down to the convenience store- the same convenience store that youâre currently standing in. She sees you as soon as she walks in.
Youâre not nearly as dressed up as you were the other night when she saw you, and you look to be in deep concentration as you decide what you want for lunch that day. She chuckles as she watches your furrow your brows deeper than she ever thought possible. Sheâs absolutely enamored.
âFor Christâs sake, Y/N,â you chastise yourself quietly. âJust pick something.â
She stands behind you and laughs softly. âYou know, you canât go wrong with their quesadillas.â
You nearly jump three feet in the air. You werenât expecting anybody to come up behind you, and you certainly werenât ready for the woman that has been occupying your thoughts to be there.
âOh myâŠâ you take a deep breath as you look at her. She looks⊠wow. Your cheeks instantly heat up. âHey, Melissa.â
âHey, hun,â she chuckles. âYou forget lunch today too?â
You donât really want to admit this, but you arenât about to lie. âI usually take a walk down here everyday for lunch.â
âEveryday?â
âLike clock work,â you tell her, as you still mull over what to get for lunch. âItâs so bad most of the employees here know me by name.â
As if on cue, one of the workers there looks up and gives you a grin. âHey, Y/N! The usual today?â
âUsual?â Melissa smirks.
âAw, yeah!â the employee grins. âHomegirl comes in everyday!â
âDamn, you werenât kiddingâ,â the redhead mutters, smirk still written on her face. She hip checks you lightly, effectively making you move over. She hits a few buttons, and then looks at you expectantly. You just stand there, not quite sure what youâre supposed to do.
âOi,â the woman rolls her eyes. âPut in your order before I order for you.â
âOh, no,â you stumble out. âI- I couldnât ask you to pay for my-â
âYou didnât ask, Iâm just doinâ it. And I ainât gonna hear any arguments,â she tells you sternly.
âMelissa, I-â
âHey, kid!â the teacher calls to the employee that greeted you. âWhatâs her order?â
He rattles it off as Melissa taps through the different screens, and you give him a look of betrayal. She prints off the ticket, wanders over to the drinks and grabs a raspberry tea before heading for the register.
âMelissa, you really donât have to,â you try again.
Sheâs already handing the ticket over to the man behind the counter and pulling her card out of her wallet though.
âAt least let me give you cash⊠or Venmo?â
âAbsolutely not,â she rolls her eyes. The two of you stand and wait for them to make your meals, and when she hands in the printed paper and gets your food, she hands it to you with a smile. âEnchanted.â
With a hair toss, she makes her way out. The entire walk back to your office, you grin. She bought you lunch. She said, âenchantedâ again. Then, you mentally kick yourself because you didnât ask her out, you didnât ask for her number, you didnât tell her you would get the next meal, you didnât even reply with that one word that seems to be your thing now.
You eat your usual order from Wawa, and thereâs something about it⊠it just tastes so much better.
As Melissa struts back into the school, she has that confident smile on her face.
âDamn, what happened to you in that Wawa, girl?â Ava laughs as she watches the redhead settle back into her seat and take a bite of her hoagie.
âOh, nothinâ,â the redhead shrugs. âJust saw a friend there.â
The next day, Melissa doesnât come into school with a container full of her own cooking like she usually does. She doesnât even enter the staff room when lunchtime rolls around. Instead, she grabs her bag and heads down the street to hopefully run into you again at the Wawa.Â
Youâre standing there again, ordering your meal, although you look a little frustrated today. She doesnât know that your frustration is because you had been standing there for ten minutes, hoping she would come in. You had just admitted defeat and decided to order when she waltzed in.
âRough day?â the redhead saunters over and asks you.
Your eyes go wide, and the mental fog is lifted when you hear her voice and smell her perfume. âHey.â
âRough day?â she repeats.
You shake your head. âJust a little tired,â you tell her as you move to the side so she can put in her order. âI canât focus on anything at work.â
She taps away on the screen, ordering hers and then also yours.Â
You swallow hard. âYou remember my order?â
âCourse I do,â she shrugs. She hits the button to print the ticket, but as she goes to grab it, you take it first. You make your way over to the drink stations, grab a diet coke, and gesture for her to get her own drink. She grabs a raspberry tea again and then follows you to the register. As you go to hand your card over, a gentle hand slaps your card out of your hand and to the ground. Sheâs standing there with a smirk as she goes to hand her own card over.
âAye, Schemmenti,â you playfully growl as you bend over to pick your card up. âItâs my turn to buy.â
âNah, I got this one,â she chuckles. She also goes to hand her card over, but you smack it out of her hand and throw your card at the employee- a man who is used to seeing you come in and actually checked the two of you out yesterday.
âItâs her turn,â the man shrugs with a cheeky smile as he takes your card, although he does slightly cower at Melissaâs glare. Then the redhead turns to you and immediately turns softer.
âThank you,â she places a gentle hand on your shoulder. âBut I got next one.â
âAlright, alright,â you laugh as the two of you head over to the counter to wait for your meals.
âSo, you forgot your lunch again?â you ask her.
âYeah,â she sighs. âHad it out on the counter and left it.â Itâs a complete and total lie. She knew she had to test fate to see you again.
The two of you chat while they get your order together, and once again, sheâs bidding you a goodbye with a gentle, âenchantedâ. This time, you get to say it back, and your smiles and blushes are quite similar to each other.Â
This continues for the next few weeks, until one day she doesnât show up at the Wawa like she usually does. Your day sucks. And youâre supposed to meet with Ava after the school day to go get your nails done. You know sheâs going to be onto you when you show up in a bad mood.
âDamn girl,â she rolls her eyes and raises a brow. âWhatâs got your panties in a twist?â
âNothinâ,â you roll your eyes back. âLetâs just get our nails done and gossip.â
âYou know Iâm always down for that shit,â she laughs.
The two of you talk for a while as the ladies do your nails before it the conversation turns to your love life.
âWell, who is it this week?â your best friend asks you.
âNo one,â you sigh.
âWell no wonder youâre in a bitch mood- you need to get some!â
âGirl, you make me sound like Iâm with someone new every weekend, and you know for a fact that I am very much not like that,â you roll your eyes.
âYou have to have your eye on someone,â the principal says. âOtherwise you would be out at the bar looking for someone!â
You mull over telling her, and before you know it, the words are spilling out of your mouth, âWell, I do have my eye on one person, but itâll never happen, soâŠâ
âOoh, girl! You got tea! Spill it!â
âItâs really not a big deal,â you tell her, hoping she doesnât pry. Of course she does, itâs Ava, so you have to go about describing Melissa without Ava being able to catch on.
âSheâs a little older than us, sheâs tough on the outside but has a soft spot for me,â you tell her. âEasy on the eyes, smart as a whip.â
âGirl, why didnât you tell me you were practically dating someone?! If I didnât know any better, Iâd say youâre describing Schemmenti."
âIâm not,â you roll your eyes. âI really just see M- this woman when we run into each other at Wawa.â
âWhatâs her name?â the principal wiggles her eyebrows, all too interested in your love life.
âEnough about my love life,â you shut her down. âAnything interesting happen at school today?â
âI had to cover Schemmentiâs classes today,â Ava tells you. âWoman sounded awful today when she was calling out.â
It clicks in your head that thatâs why she wasnât there to meet you at the Wawa like she usually did, and it isnât like she has your number to let you know she wasnât going to meet you. You instantly feel a bit of relief that she didnât just decide not to come- but you feel bad that she isnât feeling well.
âOh?â you try to hide how you actually feel about it. âIs she alright?â
âNasty cough,â your best friend tells you. âBut she assured me sheâd be back tomorrow⊠Red never calls out, so I knew she was feeling pretty shitty.â
âThat sucks,â you sigh softly. âHopefully sheâs back tomorrow.â
âSo you can ârun into her at Wawaâ?â your best friend blind sides you with her casual remark.
âWhat? I donât know what youâre talking about,â you say quickly, hoping to cover yourself.
âOh, please,â she waves the hand that isnât being painted right now. âI saw the eyes the two of you were giving each other at the fundraiser, and Melissa has been going to Wawa everyday since the one day her lunch went bad. I know sheâs going to the same Wawa you go to everyday, and she always comes back in a better mood. I put it together about a week in. And you just confirmed it.â
âI did not.â
âGirl, remember, Iâve known you since we were five. I know when youâre lying. Listen, sheâs your type, your hers. I say go for it.â
âMaybe I will⊠if sheâs feeling better and at school tomorrow.â
âIf I know Schemmenti, she will be,â Ava rolls her eyes. âShe might be half asleep, and an absolute bitch tomorrow, but sheâll be there.â
Melissa looks like hell as she drags herself into the Wawa, but to you she still looks gorgeous as ever. When she spots you, her eyes light up.
âThe usual?â she asks you as the two of you head to the ordering stations. Her voice is barely there.
âMel, you should be home resting,â you tell her pointedly.
âIâm fine,â she grumbles. âBesides, I canât miss. The kids have important tests coming up, and-â she interrupts herself to cough. It sounds awful.
You lay a gentle hand on her shoulder and rub it soothingly. Once sheâs finished coughing, she sighs.Â
âSoup instead of your usual hoagie?â you ask her, already pressing buttons to order her a chicken noodle soup.
She looks defeated but nods. âYeah, that sounds good.â
You insist on paying, telling her to let herself be taken care of. She begrudgingly listens, mumbling about how sheâs a Philly girl and she can handle herself. You roll your eyes, but you assure her that sheâs still a tough Philly girl- that itâs okay to lean on someone else. As the two of you are standing there, she coughs a few times. Again, you lay a gentle hand on her shoulder. When sheâs finally done coughing, she quite literally leans into your body just slightly.
âSorry I ditched ya yesterday,â she wheezes out. âI couldnât drag myself out of bed.â
âNo need to apologize,â you assure her. âIâm glad you were home getting some rest.â
âI just kept wishing I had a way to tell you,â she mutters.
âWell, why donât I just give you my number, so if that happens again⊠or you want to get something besides Wawa with me, we can text?â you shoot your shot with the woman.
âThat sounds⊠enchanting,â she smiles softly. âWhen Iâm feeling better, Iâll make us dinner? Iâm one hell of a cook.â
âIâd be enchanted,â you tell her warmly.
As the two of you separate, you get a text from her. Enchanted.
By the time the end of the work day is over, Ava has texted you too. Bitchhh! Iâm assuming you shot your shot. Red came back into the school practically dancing.
Yeah. Youâre just starting this chapter of life- that one night was truly enchanting, and it really was the very first page.Â
Next
235 notes
·
View notes
You are ours to please
Summary: just pure smut, not much plot. This is the epiloge of a fanfiction I have written on Wattpad. Its called "the prophecy of the elven warrior" A fanfiction dealing with Visha the main character drawn between the Commander of the marchwardens and the prince of Mirkwood. Feel free to check it out, as it is finished now when I posted this. đđ„°
Word count: 4521
Warnings: smut, threesome, rough sex, dom! Haldir, dom! Legolas, sub! reader, double penetration, anal, blackout and aftercare. This contains adult content. Minors DNI!!!
I found myself in the bathroom of Haldir, Legolas and my room in Imraldis. The three of us managed to sneak away as the festivities of Legolas and my wedding were on a high, hoping that our disappearance would go unnoticed. It would be very unlikely between all the elves, but I couldnât help myself but hope. Now I was naked in the big bathtub, that had more in common with a pool than a bathtub. It was embedded in the ground, deep enough that I was covered up to my chest when standing.
Legolas had joined me in the tub, while Haldir was sitting on the edge, watching us with his usual strong gaze. Like a predator, Legolas had slowly stalked me down, until I found myself pressed against the edge and between Haldirs legs. His naked thighs caging me in, hands holding me by my shoulders as if he was presenting me to Legolas.
Soon the other ellon was standing in front of me, a sly smile on his lips, as he saw in my eyes how much this position turned me on. âYou like that, donât you?â He asked and I couldnât help but blush, looking aside to hide my embarrassment. Haldirs callused fingers tilted my head back to look at Legolas. âAnswer him, meleth. How much do you like this?â
âVery.â I softly whispered, not really able to get much more out of my mouth. Legolas grin turned wolfish, as he took another step towards me. âBy Valar how much I love it, when you are a little slut for usâŠâ He turned to looked at Haldir. âIsn't she beautiful like this? Flustered and riled up. Ready to take us as we please?â A growl grew behind me, the grip on my shoulders reaching lower, weighing my breasts. âIndeed, it is, gwanur. Makes me want to take her right here. See how much she is able to take.â
His words felt like they had a double meaning. And when Legolas ears perked up, I knew they had planned something. âWell⊠there are ways to test how much she is capable to take. I wonder if she is willing to do it.â Them speaking about me, as if I wasnât in the room, set something free in me, that I didnât know I had. Immediately, I melted into Haldirs hands, not really thinking about where I was and what they had planned. All I could think about was them filling me up. Marking my body and fucking me senseless.
Thatâs why I nearly missed Haldir speaking up again: âLook at that. She is already a goner and we havenât really started. Are you sure you want to do this, gwanur? She doesnât look like she can handle much moreâŠâ
âPleaseâŠâ I begged. âI want to do it.â
âYou donât even know what it is, nin iell.â Haldir whispered into my ear, causing goosebumps to spread over my body. âI donât care.â I whimpered. âI need you. Both of you. Now. Please. Make the heat go away⊠I cant⊠I needâŠâ My sentence got interrupted with the sudden moan that rang through the room, when Haldirs fingers squeezed my nipples between them.
Legolas closed the distance between us, pressing me against the cold stone tiles on my back. Even though the water was hot, it suddenly felt cold compared to the heat that rose in my body. âYou wanna take us both? At the same time?â He asked, speaking out what both of them had in mind. I froze at the offering, my eyes widening in shock, snapping between the two men. There was no uncertainty, no tease in them. Just honest curiosity and honest worry about me. âYou donât have to, nin galad. We donât want to pressure you.â Legolas quickly added, misreading my silence as fear.
âOkey.â I said, trying to make my voice sound strong, but I failed miserably.
âWhat?â Legolas asked.
âI wanna try it.â I repeated, clearing what I wanted. âYou made me curious and now I wanna know.â
Both men exchanged a look, before the sly smiles crept upon their faces once again. âYou are such a good little slut for us, do you know that?â Haldir asked, close to my ear and his tone send shivers down my spine. âSuch a greedy little girl. So desperate to be fucked, that you donât care about anything else, isnât that right?â
âYes!â I exclaimed, letting my head lull back against his stomach. âI want you to take me. Please. I need you!â
âStart it!â Haldir growled and Legolas didnât hesitate for one second, catching my lips in a searing kiss.
As my hands lifted, one to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the damp strands of hair, and the other to his biceps, Legolas shoulders relaxed. His body was impossibly warm, skin searing beneath my palms as I pressed myself forward, reveling in it. Legolas soft and warm lips curved into a soft smile as his free hand found my waist. My heartbeat feeling too fast, too heavy for me to comprehend anything else.
When his tongue pressed to the seam of my lips, eager to deepen the kiss and sink entirely into it, the reprieve of the water was lost. There was only heat; the wall of muscle that was his body, the soft press of his hands as they gripped my hip, his mouth as he swallowed the noises of my pleasure eagerly, his heavy groan as I pressed even closer.
It silenced every thought that raced through my mind. I had imagined this a thousand times before, dreamt about it more often than I dared to admit. Having them both take me at the same time was something that had wandered my mind a long time, but I was always too scared to asked them to do it. Fearing they might be taken aback by it, or worse lose their respect for me.
With every swipe of his fingers, touch teasing as he brushed along the expanse my stomach, up my sides, just beneath the swell of my breast, my body grew warmer. It was all dizzying, more than I could have ever asked for.
Any thoughts of the future, the past, the moments in between, all ceased to exist as Legolas nipped at my bottom lip, biting into it, and dragging a loud moan from my throat. And when I broke the kiss to catch my breath, he simply redirected. His lips brushing along the curve of my jaw, down my throat, marking the soft skin of my shoulder and neck. Warm hands trailed lower, fingers wrapping around my thighs and lifting to hitch me over his hips as his teeth nipped at my pulse point just beneath my ear. âWe thought about this a long time.â He whispered; his voice strained in harsh self-control.
âYouâveâŠ?â
Luckily, he managed to follow my train of thought where my voice failed. âWe have lost track of how often, meleth.â He admitted, pausing only to mouth at the valley of my breasts. âIt has been a deep wish for both of us. Have you take us at the same time. Caught between us, nowhere to flee, nowhere to hide. Forced to take the pleasure we give to you.â
As difficult as it was to formulate a coherent sentence, I blinked through the blurry vision that started to form in front of my eyes. âThought about it too.â It was breathless, as Legolas hands lifted to my breasts, his touch certain as he kneaded the soft skin. âWanted this. Both of you the same.â I added to make clear that I was consenting to this.
âWe know.â Now it was Haldir that took lead of the conversation, enabling Legolas to fully concentrate on what he was doing. âYouâre not subtle, nin iell.â
I gasped, not knowing if it was because of Legolas suddenly sucking on my nipple, or Haldirs confession that they knew I wanted it the whole time. Warm desire, syrupy and all-consuming, filled my stomach. Lust clouding my thoughts. He made it difficult for me to do more than groan, desperate for his touch, as the anxiety I had felt dissipated with each swipe of his fingers. They had a way of making me feel as if I was the only person in the world, the only one worthy of their time and attention.
âPlease.â The plea was muffled, breathed into the night, but Legolas understood. His hum of acknowledgement was accompanied by one last sharp tug on my nipple, making me gasp. âI know, nin galad.â His hand dipped between my thighs, fingers ghosting along the sensitive inner skin as he met my eyes. âWe are going to give you what you want.â
Soft hands ghosted along my thighs, pressing closer and closer to the aching center as Legolas leaned in to nose at the hinge of my jaw. A plea for more was on the tip of my tongue, a request for him to just touch me where I wanted it the most, but before I could ask, his fingers swiped through my folds. His thumb caught on the sensitive bundle of nerves and sent a jolt down my spine.
Legolas mouth curving into a grin, eager to hear just how good he made me feel. I imagined he would tease, take his time to work me into a frenzy. But his touch wasnât rushed, there was no need for him. He knew he had all the time in the world.
There was a deliberateness to the swipe of his fingers through my folds, a sharp precision that had my vision turning blurry at the edges as he finally sank a finger into my heat, my body arching into his as he shifted even closer. Haldirs grip of his fingers pressed me against his abdomen, holding me upright as Legolas blue eyes searched my face. The grip would likely leave a bruise but I couldnât wait to see the outline of his touch in the morning. Giving evidence of what had happened.
Focused on my pleasure, I felt the press of his cock against my hip growing more noticeable with every swipe of his fingers. The hard, heavy appendage twitched with each moan that escaped my mouth, with every gasp, as his fingers brushed against the spot that had me seeing stars.
Though the water and dimmed fair light made it difficult to see much, I could clearly see the size of him as my fingers swiped at the sensitive head. The thought of feeling him, of taking all that he had to give, made me clench around his fingers causing him to groan: âCareful of what you are setting in motion, because if you think thatâs going to distract me from ruining you, you are wrong.â Behind me, I could hear Haldir chuckle lowly at his words, his fingers finding their way once again to my breasts and lower.
Slowly pushing me forward, he sunk into the water behind me, his hot and hard body pressing against my back and I could feel how turned on he got by just watching. When he had reached low enough to take a hold of my knees, he lifted me from the floor. Now I was hanging in his arms, unable to do much more than twitch, while Legolas worked me relentlessly.
The press of his fingers growing more insistent with every swipe of my hand, with every brush of my thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, and with every gasp that left my lips. He mouthed at the damp skin between my breasts, breath fanning over my hard nipples and leaving me with goosebumps, as his thumb circled my aching clit.
âPlease.â He hummed at my pleads, as my fingers tugged at his hair. âWant to feel you. Need to feel you.â I pleaded, eager to finally feel them after spending so long imagining this moment. âPlease.â
A small part of me expected a taunt, a tease from at least one of them, that called me a needy slut, but they seemed just as desperate as I was. âWhatever you want, nin iell.â Legolas acquiesced, hand leaving my center after a final circle to my bundle of nerves. Even as I whined at the loss, he shushed me. âIts alright, little one. We are here to take care of you.â Haldir shifted his position, tapping my leg to encourage me to wrap it around Legolas waist. The younger ellon smirking at the shaking of my limbs, as I waited to finally feel him. He kept his eyes trained on my face as he took a brief moment to tease.
The head of his cock caught at my entrance, pulling a soft gasp from my mouth as my hands wrapped around Haldirs neck to gain some sort of stability. I tipped my head to kiss the man holding me, desperate to kiss him for a long time now, as Legolas began to press forward.
Every inch of Legolas filling me felt incredible, too much but not quite enough at the same time, and I allowed myself a moment to revel in the feeling, moaning into Haldirs mouth. Having both of them so close, and being full of Legolas, was overwhelming in the best way. Haldir eagerly swallowed my noises of pleasure, took them in stride as he gave me a moment to adjust to the feeling of Legolas buried deep inside my core.
Legolas didnât move, waiting for us to break our kiss. Slowly Haldir loosened my grip around his neck, wrapping my arms around the other elf instead. I wanted to argue, but the words I wanted to speak falling out of my head, when I felt Haldirs hands move. He started to stroke my sides, slowly making his way lower and down my back, gripping my ass tightly. I twitched in anticipation, my walls fluttering around Legolas cock, making him growl slightly. âAre you still sure about this?â Haldir asked and I nodded. âWords, nin ithil. I need you to say it.â He demanded, quickly dipping into his commanding voice.
âI am sure. Please. I want to feel you both.â I whimpered, clinging on to Legolas, split in fear and hot anticipation that run through my veins.
âOkey. Than stay like that. Its going to make things easier.â Haldir said and I could feel him move around. âTry to relax as much as possible. You are going to feel pressure. Just tell me, when its getting to much, or you want me to go slower, okey?â
âOkey.â I shut my eyes, searching for my safe place inside of me. Then I could feel the cold tip of his fingers press against my anus. Out of reflex I tensed up, whimpering. âEasy, little girl. We are here. Relax. Nothing is going to hurt you.â He murmured, kissing up and down my back, making me moan, when he bit into my shoulder. Before I even knew it, he had pushed one finger in and I was overwhelmed with the sudden fullness. âFuck.â I breathed out, arching my back instinctively.
âGood?â He asked, lips still pressed against my skin.
âYes⊠More please, Commander.â I whined, desperate to feel more.
He was going slower this time, pumping his finger in and out and when we reached a certain point, I knew why. A second finger putting slight pressure against my hole. âBreath, meleth. You are doing so good.â Taking his advice, I filled my lungs with air. âHold your breath.â He ordered. âI am going to push, when you breath out, okey? When you are ready just do it.â I nodded, holding my breath a few second, before relaxing every muscle in my body and letting the air go. I could feel the next push to be wider, stretching me to a point that was just sharp for me to tap out, but then it was over. His two fingers sitting snugly inside of me and I couldnât help but moan at the feeling.
Haldir was biting my neck in a split second to distract me from any pain, pressing me closer to Legolas, while smothering me with kisses and praises. âYou did so good, nin galad. So, so good for us. I am proud of you.â Suddenly his fingers were moving once again, slowly fucking in and out of me.
âYes⊠yes.â I mewled, arching into his movements, pressing my back against his chest. âDonât stop, Commander. It feels so good.â He groaned at my words, capturing my lips with his, while he guided another finger to my hole. This time I was quicker to relax, making it easier for him to fill me up even more. Again, it shortly felt like it was too much, making me wince in pain. Both men stopped what they were doing, searching fear in my body language or my eyes, but there was none. Just pure lust and desire that were washing through my body.
I relaxed once more, allowing Haldir to move his fingers, stretching me and making me ready for his cock. Legolas tried his best to keep his face straight, but I could feel that the pressure Haldirs finger produced and the strokes he could feel through my wall made it hard for him to concentrate on anything else.
âThis feels even better than I imagined.â Legolas admission lingered on the edge of breathless, words nearly slurred. âFeels like heaven, bereth nin.â Him calling me his wife for the first time, made me rear up, a desperate yell on my lips. I nearly missed the possessive grin that formed on his lips. âWife? That word is what makes you so needy? I thought us calling you a greedy little slut, made for only us to use and filled with our cum is what usually gets you going.â I whimpered even more, closing my eyes and falling back onto Haldirs chest, who just chuckled, keeping his act up on preparing my other hole for his cock.
âI think it still does, gwanur.â He growled. Legolas voice as smug as his, when he answered: âOh I feel the same. So not only do you want to be a cock hungry slut, but a cock desperate wife? Is it that? Us possessing you not only by law but by the way we treat you? Use you to our pleasure only?â
âYes!â I mewled, clinging onto his shoulders for dear life. âI want you to own me. Mark me. I want to be used by you and nobody else.â
âThatâs right, bereth.â Legolas kept on talking sinful words into my ear. âThere will be only us who are fucking you. No man will ever be good enough to have you. Because there simply is no man capable of giving you what you need. Only your prince and your commander.â
âOh god!â I cried out, my limps starting to shake with anticipation. âPlease. I cant⊠Please take me. I need you to take me!â
âHmmm you are begging so beautiful.â Legolas hummed, looking above me at an equally smug Haldir. âI think she deserves some relieve, doesnât she mellon?â
âThat she does.â I heard Haldir groan behind me, slowly pulling his fingers out of me and pressing the tip of his cock against my entrance. When I gave him the green light, he carefully pushed in and the unknown feeling had me seeing stars in seconds. Both of the men held still, letting me catch a breath and get used to the feeling of being fully stuffed. They waited until I gave my okey, setting a slow and sensual pace that soon turned into hot torture.
I didnât know how they managed to hold and fuck me, but I wasnât able to spent a thought on it anyways. My mind was way too fogged up with the tingly feeling that started to spread from my center towards every string in my body. I closed my eyes, my head lulling back onto Haldirs shoulders, nails gripping and scratching Legolas shoulders. âOh god, please. This feels so good.â I moaned, my voice slurred and shaky. The only thing I could focus on was the searing warmth of their chests caging me in, the sting of Legolas fingers digging into my thighs, and Haldirs bruising grip on my hips.
Time seemed to still as everything but this, everything but being filled to the brim, ceased to exist. One of Haldirs hands sneaking around my body, settling between my legs and on the bundle of nerves. Slowly he started to circle it, tugging a string of curses out of me, when the heat in my body started to rise even further.
I was tumbling closer to the edge, as my cries were reduced to nothing more than their names. They didnât seem to mind, however, every cry that left my lips spurred them on. âWe got you.â Haldir promised, pressing me impossibly closer to his chest. Legolas hips moved faster, sending water sloshing around us, matching the speed of Haldirs fingers on my clit. He pushed me higher and higher, not caring about anything else than my own pleasure. I could see it in his eyes. They were dark and blown with lust, trained on my face, taking in every twitch of my expression, feeding his arrogance with it.
And then it happened. I barreled over the edge, vision turning black at the edges and lips parting. Legolas mouth met mine, swallowing my cries of pleasure, noises he knew would alarm everyone close by. Haldir had his lips on my neck, sucking dark marks onto my skin, soothing the stinging pain with his soft tongue. Their actions drew a gasp from my lips, the warmth of my orgasm searing through me from within as I clenched around both of their cocks. That had Legolas nipping at my bottom lip in a warning, though a lazy grin betrayed him. âWatch it, nin iell.â He teased. âYou donât want to end it that quickly do you?â
âNo!â I yelped, tugging Haldirs hand away from my center as I could feel the overstimulation turning unbearable. âGood girl.â He growled behind me. âBecause you take what we give you, like the good little slut you are, isnât that right?â
âYes, Commander!â I cried out. âI will take whatever you give me.â
At my words Legolas growled deeply, the grasp on my thighs turning painful, as he tried his best to keep him from coming right then and there. âI will never get over the feeling of your tight little pussy gripping my cock so hard. Because you are doing it so good, like a forsaken vixen.â Grabbing my throat, he pulled me in for a harsh kiss, interrupting the things I wanted to say.
âYes, nin ithil?â He asked, speeding up his tempo, riling me further into Haldir.
âI forgot.â I mumbled, fingers grabbing anything they could feel. He laughed out at my words, letting go of my throat. âAlready forgetting yourself? And we havenât even been going that long.â
âI donât care.â I whined. Relishing in the fire in my core. âI want more. Please, give me more.â
âOf course, meleth. Everything you want.â He answered, now thrusting as deep into me as he could. I let myself completely go. Not spending one thought on anything else than being fucked. âKiss your Commander!â Legolas ordered, and as quick as I could, I turned my head. Switching my arms from Legolas shoulders to Haldirs neck, I let myself fall into the harsh kiss of my first husband. He gripped my neck, cutting off the air from filling my lungs and I knew that he was close to coming, his actions set on tipping me over the edge one last time.
I relished in the feeling of how they filled me up to the brim.
How Legolas stretched me with every move, hitting my sweet spot over and over again.
How Haldir forced himself against the rhythm of Legolas, massaging me as well.
The lush sounds they drew from me filled the room, mixing with the water splashing around us. I was a goner. Theirs, the moment Legolas decided to kiss me. That little loss of self-control he had, leading to this incredible constellation. I tapped Haldirs hand, to signal him I needed air. Desperately I sucked a breath down my throat, the sudden allowance of blood to my head, making my vision spin around. âI love you. Both of you!â I cried out, my body shaking between them and I wondered how I was still upright.
And all of that possession they had over me, fueled the heat in my core to the point I wasnât even sure if I wasnât already burning alive. âPromise me to never leave me.â I whimpered, clenching and shivering around their cocks. âNever, nin galad. We are never going to leave you. You are our bereth and we will give you the world. By Valar, we would kill for you, if it meant you will stay safe.â Haldir growled, gripping my hair, and turning my head once more to kiss him.
I could feel Legolas bending down to suck on my breasts, a hand I couldnât identify sneaking between my legs again, pinching my sensitive pearl softly between two fingers. I arched my back against Haldirs chest, clasping onto Legolas arms. The knot in my core now under so much tension, that he threatened to snap any moment. Of course, they knew. They always did. Holding me by my neck with a bruising grip, Haldir stopped the kiss, forcing me to look at the other man, growling in my ear: âCum. Now!â
And I did. Screaming out in pure bliss, I shuddered in their arms. My walls rhythmically flickering around their cocks. I didnât know if my eyes were open or not, because my vision just went black, causing me to slump against a hard chest. The last thing I felt was hot seed shooting up my holes.
The next thing I saw, was the ceiling and the bathroom faucets being painted in soft yellow lights from the torches on the wall. Slowly my senses came back to me and I could feel Haldir clean me up softly. Concentrating on the feeling between my legs, I noticed, that Legolas kneeled beside me, holding a glass of water. âHello there, meleth.â He softly said, helping me sit up. Handing me the glass of water he watched me closely, ready to catch me again.
âYou blacked out for a few moments. We cleaned you roughly and got you some water.â He filled me in, taking the empty glass from my hands, steadying my frame, when I tried to get up. But once he saw how I tried to get towards the bedroom on wobbly feet, he just picked me up, carrying me through the door and setting me down on the bed. Soon both of my husbands joined me under the sheets, securely wrapping me up between them.
261 notes
·
View notes
I don't know if you usually take requests, but could you please write a drabble about Bucky taking care of the reader during her period? Period cramps are killing me and I just want some cuddles đ„ș
aw i love this đ„č iâm sorry your cramps have been bad, iâm sending you all the love and hugs your wayđ i hope this bucky fluff makes you feel better đ„°
Cuddles
⥠Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
⥠Summary: Bucky helps comfort you when you are having bad period cramps.
⥠Warnings: SUPER FLUFFY, light angst, period cramps, blood (duhhh), light self hate
main masterlist
* i know this is mickey, but letâs pretend itâs post tfatws!bucky *
You had showered after a long day, doing your usual routineâ taking your time to really treat yourself after a tough week.
Immediately after sinking into bed, the sheets feeling so good against your freshly shaven legsâ it took no time at all for you to slip into a much needed slumber. You didnât know you could sleep so soundly, so well. Most nights consisted of rolling and waking up occasionally in sweats. Tonight was the first, as you slept through the entire night, waking only the next morning.
You were excited to start off your Saturday after a good nights rest, except when you went to get upâ you noticed you were still exhausted. It was then you could feel your back ache, all your limbs heavier than usual. You furrowed your brows in confusion, thinking perhaps you had gotten too much sleep. But as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed, you suddenly felt something wet in between your thighs.
Glancing down, ripping the cover offâ everything dawned on you at the sight of red smearing the inside of your thighs, your underwear ruined.
Fucking periods.
You knew getting that good of sleep was too good to be true. You could feel the tears working their way up, your nose burning with frustration. You had just cleaned and changed all your sheets, taken a shower. Now everything, including you were dirty againâ like you had never done any of the cleaning to begin with.
You knew it was just your emotions running wild, so you willed your tears to stay away. Sucking in a deep breath, you walked to the bathroom sluggishly. You made it your mission to grab a pill before the cramps startedâ you had learned your lesson. Although you were starting your period, you were not going to let this ruin your weekend. You were going to have a nice relaxing weekend. Not letting the beauties of being a woman ruin your day.
If only you had kept that attitude up for the entire day. The cramps had come as you expected, but this time the pill did nothing to relieve the pain. The heating pad worked only for a few minutes before the pain came crashing in waves, your body attempting to curl in on itself from the discomfort.
You swore a ghost was digging a knife in your uterus, and right nowâ youâd appreciate if the ghost just ripped out your uterus completely.
You had holed yourself up in your room, only making it downstairs for breakfast before you were running back to your bathroom to empty the contents of your stomach back out. This was definitely one of the worst periods youâd had in awhile, and you just wanted to slip into a coma until it was over.
Knocking sounded from your door, and you rolled over still clutching your stomach. You looked a mess, you felt like a disaster. Periods always made you feel gross.
âYeah?â You asked out loud, and you couldnât hide the discomfort from your tone.
â(Y/n)? You okay?â Bucky asked through the door.
Your eyes widened at his voice, wondering what he was doing here.
You and Bucky had been dating for awhile now, and things had been great. You still managed to get flustered by practically anything he didâ and he loved every second of your flustered state. There was one thing that was brought up thoughâ and that was periods.
âUhâ yeah Iâm fine! Just tired!â You shouted, nervous that he could sense your lie. He definitely could.
Itâs not that you thought heâd judge you for being a woman and having a period. But you were shy to show him that vulnerable side of you. Both you and him had shown the soft sides of each otherâ clinging to each other when you needed each others comfort. But there was something extra vulnerable about thisâ and you couldnât ignore the embarrassment you felt when you even thought of it. You didnât want him to find you gross, or annoying as you whined.
Okay⊠I guess you were a little nervous that heâd judge you.
âDoll whatâs going on? Can I come in?â He asked, his voice growing more concerned.
You pulled the cover over your legs, giving the room one last once overâ it didnât look terrible. You just wished you could have a minute or two to tidy up. You knew Bucky very well though, and heâd break the door down if you waited one more second.
âOf course, come in!â You announced finally, taking a deep breath, hoping a cramp didnât hit you while he visited.
The door opened and Bucky peeled his head in first, after making eye contact with youâ he sent a warm smile before heading all the way in, shitting the door behind him. He quickly made his way to the bed where he plopped down, looking over you concerned.
âBaby whatâs going on? I feel like I havenât seen you much today. You sure youâre just tired? You arenât getting sick are you?â He rambled on, and your heart swelled at his concern.
âBuckâ Iâm fine really. Just didnât sleep too good last night.â You completely lied, last night was the best sleep you had ever had. Too bad it leaked into today though.
He furrowed his brows and looked at you like he was about to figure you outâ see right through you and pick out the lies. You wouldnât be surprised if the serum gave him those abilities.
âYou know you can tell me anything, right?â He asked softly, scooting closer so he could slip his hand underneath the covers to land on your bare thigh.
It was meant to be a comforting gesture, but you feared youâd get blood on him. You knew that was a silly thoughtâ but you were paranoid.
He noticed you tense up from his touch and immediately he removed his hand, his face growing more concerned.
âBaby, what is it?â He pried, trying to look you over againâ needing to know what the cause of your discomfort was.
You sighed and gave in, shoulders sagging in defeat. You didnât want him to worry, and seeing his frantic eyes search you for a woundâ you realized you were making this bigger than it needed to be. You just couldnât ignore the embarrassment you felt.
âItâs just uh⊠Iâm⊠Iâm on my period Buck.â You mumbled, lowering your eyes to the bed.
His concerned expression melted away, his heart falling back into a regular rhythm. He knew he was prehistoricâ but he knew what a period was. He just didnât know why you wanted to hide it from him.
âOh.â He finally said, âDollâ you can tell me things like that.â
âI know Buck but⊠itâs embarrassing and gross. I can usually deal with it and nobody ever noticesâ you know because itâs a normal thing.â You told him, playing with the edge of the comforter. âThis one has just been pretty bad and⊠I justâ I donât know.â
You trailed off, avoiding his gaze. Bucky reached his hand over and tucked some stray hairs behind your ear. Tracing his fingers down your jaw to raise your chin upâ that way he could look into your eyes.
âYouâre not gross, okay? Iâm sorry youâre in pain babyâ I wish I could take it all away. Itâs not fair you have to deal with this all the time.â He told you gently, and you leaned into his touch.
âItâs not usually this bad but⊠I donât know, I guess itâs just a bad one this time around.â You assumed.
Before you could say anything else, you doubled over as the pain came backâ stabbing into your uterus. You clutched your lower abdomenâ hoping it would help relieve the pain. Buckyâs eyes widened at your whine.
âWhat can I do to help?â He rushed out, hands hovering over you.
If it were any other time, youâd find his protective, mama bear mode adorable. But for nowâ you were too busy being in pain.
âJust stay with me please? I donât wanna lay here alone.â You admitted, your words coming out in whimpers.
Bucky wasted no time in kicking his shoes off, shimming his jacket off before he crawled back into the bed, sneaking under the covers. He leaned back against the headboard, pulling you on top of him.
âDonât even have to ask doll, Iâm staying right here. You comfortable?â He asked.
You reached down and raised your shirt just above your belly button, before you lifted his shirt the same. He furrowed his brows, wondering what you were doing. You laid down completely again, letting your skin smush against his, and because he was a super soldier and was always hotâ his warm stomach felt amazing against your lower abdomen. Like a personal heating pad.
âAhh⊠that feels good. Youâre so warm.â You sighed, ticking your face into the crook of his neck.
He chuckled and smiled into your hair, wrapping his arms protectively around you.
âI love you baby.â He whispered to you, already feeling your breathing even outâ falling asleep on him.
Your uterus calmed for now, the warm sensation soothing your pain. You could only wait until the next wave of pain cameâ but you knew youâd be okay with Bucky holding you.
âLove you too Buck.â You mumbled sleepily against his neck, your breath warming his skin.
He hated that you were in pain, wishing that he could take it all awayâ but heâd give you as many Bucky cuddles as you needed until you were sick of him.
Truthfully, youâd never get sick of Bucky cuddles.
A/N: short but sweet đ„°
709 notes
·
View notes
Hey, just wanted to know what do you think La Squadra members would avoid while looking for a s/o. So basically their biggest turn offs.
I love your posts btw đ
Thank you so much đđđ your encouragement is like drugs to meeeeeeee
This was a fun one to do- thank you so much for asking đ€© it really made me put my thinking cap on! đ§
La Squadra No-Gos in an S/O
CW: Suggestive Content aka Melone being Melone
Notes: this was fun to write! Remember we all have our flaws and the squad loves you REGARDLESS! đ„° đ Beryl
Visually thereâs nothing that the guys donât like. It doesnât matter what your skin color is, what your ethnicity is, where youâre from, your neurodiversity, your mental illnesses, how tall you are, or how much you weigh. Theyâll love you all the same! â€ïž But itâs whatâs on the inside is where they get pickyâŠ
Risotto
Self centered/ overly needy- This leader is always thinking about others and nothing irks him more than someone who only thinks about themself. It just makes him think of the boss when an S/O gets greedy or demanding, expecting him to use all of his mental, physical, and financial resources only on them. He deserves some love and care too! But he wonât admit or demand that because heâs too proud of a man. Just be patient and wait your turn and he will always have the time for you. It might not be all the time you want but he does dedicate time just for you.
He just canât handle someone whoâs overly needy. You're going to have needs. He knows that. Heâs going to tend to you at a higher level than he does his own men. Donât demand too much out of this exhausted man. Heâs probably not in the mood to go out on a big date but heâs going to come home to you and give you a big hug and kiss and listen to you about how your day went. Heâs going to tell you how much he missed you and help you make dinner. Heâs not going to be here every time for your beck and call. But heâs going to come back to you every time he has a moment to himself because he loves you that damn much.
Formaggio
- Judgmental / perfectionism- This man goes with the flow when it comes to life. Heâs a very laidback man without any plans. So donât get irritable when he doesnât have huge goals or aspirations. Thereâs nothing more that irks him is a judgmental perfectionist. If you mess something up donât worry about it! You can always do it again. Not everything needs to be in order! He doesnât mind a little cat hair on his shirt or the fact he throws his dirty laundry by the washing machine on the floor. Heâll get to it when heâs ready.
Donât be so judgmental- thereâs no one correct way to live life. He isnât telling you how to live so donât tell him! He understands if you have something debilitating like OCD. We all got our issues. He just doesnât really want to be nagged or bossed around. Want him to clean up the house? Just ask nicely and zaddy will take care of it for ya! Thatâs all it takes! Heâll work on being a little more organized as long as you work on yourself too! Heâs your biggest supporter and heâll let you know it!
Illuso
Dishonesty/ cheating- he absolutely hates it when someone lies to him. Just be honest with him! He has eyes and ears everywhereâthe mirrors. So he knows if youâre talking shit or plan on cheating on him. Donât even say itâs all a misunderstanding! Once that trust is lost, itâs lost forever. He doesnât let people in very easily so expects you to be a loyal faithful s/o. He acts like a man who thinks relationships will âchain you downâ but he only acts that way due to past relationships going sour, almost always surprisingly with him the one getting cheated on.
He doesnât expect you to put up with his bullshit or sass! He knows when he needs to be put in his place. But if youâre his s/o he wonât really tease you. Heâs a very sensitive guy but will only share that side of himself with you. So donât be going around spilling his secrets or making fun of his sensitive side. His trust is just that fragile.
If you treat him kindly, he will treat you like a god/dess. Heâs undeniably the most loving and loyal man youâll ever have as long as youâre faithful and donât play with his heart.
Pesci
Negativity/ Cynicism- This sweet guy is a huge empath. So thereâs nothing he dislikes more is someone who is super cynical or super negative. Heâs like a biiiiig emotional sponge. If youâre feeling bad, HES FEELING BAD. He has low self esteem and can understand if you do too but the relationship wonât last long if youâre both being emotional anchors weighing each other down. đ Youâre allowed to have your bad days! Everyone has bad days. But let him try to pep you up and let you know that things will pass and youâll see the light of another happy day again. Donât push him away and have a pity party! Show him a smile through those tears! đ and do the same for him. Be each others amateur therapists and cheerleaders! đŁ
Prosciutto
Passive Aggression/ Bad Communication- Thereâs nothing that irritates this no nonsense man who beats around the bush. Say what you need to say damn it! Heâs very transparent with you about what he wants and expects. He wants the same from you! So if you got beef with him, say it, donât be passive aggressive about it. He needs clear communication from you. You arenât going to âhurt his feelingsâ. Heâs a grown ass man/adult and can handle some criticism as long as itâs constructive of course. Donât go all out insulting him. He wonât stand for that, and he doesnât expect you to stand for it either! Let him know if heâs being too harsh. LET HIM KNOW EVERYTHING YOU HAVE TO TELL HIM. đ A healthy functioning relationship is ALLLLL about communication!
Melone
Rigidness/ Closed minded- Anything goes with this guy. Heâs all about trying new things. New foods, new vacation spots, new fashion trends, new cultures, new sex positions.
He doesnât like someone whoâs super close minded and wonât at least try something. You need to get out of your comfort zone just a little bit! Do you know how much youâre potentially missing out on??? Melone knows. He doesnât want to have to beg you (unless heâs in the bedroom) to try every little thing! He KNOWS youâre not going to like everything and he KNOWS youâre going to be NERVOUS! And thatâs okay! Heâs here for you and heâs not going to take offense because you didnât like something. Everybodyâs different and thatâs what makes the world so interesting but you have to be able to give in a little and let loose or else this relationship just wonât work! He doesnât expect you to try everything, somethings you just know that you wonât like. Hate chewy textures? Then you probably wonât like the shrimp or the calamari. You know your body best! He just wants to make as many firsts with you and fill his photo album of you two đ
Ghiaccio
Impatience / no empathy: Now before you call him a hypocrite try to understand his side of the story. Heâs neurodivergent and he has to constantly adjust to his environment. His senses are always being overwhelmed. He needs someone whoâs Autistic too, neurodivergent in another way, or just understands him. He canât have someone snapping back at him to calm down and stop being so angry all the time! Heâs not doing it because he wants to! He loves being calm!
He has no time for an argumentative s/o that isnât understanding with him. Heâs really a sweet guy when he isnât on edge. Make him a meal with all his sides separate, and make sure the texture is juuuusssst right. Donât get upset when heâs getting annoyed with the tag on the back of his shirt bothering him or if he doesnât have the right socks for his shoes. He hates the scratchy material of cheap socksâŠhe likes them super soft! If he gets irritated about an idiom let him rant it out. Maybe take the time to explain to him what it means if he doesnât know. He still might be annoyed but heâll thank you for sitting through one of his rants.
This may sound like a tall order but trust me on this-heâs easy to please because he likes the same thing every time. He will always repay your patience with the utmost gratitude!
67 notes
·
View notes
Speak | Chapter 9
Word Count:Â 3.6K
Story Description:Â Bella Swan was a disaster when Edward had left. Deciding she needed a little help, Charlie Swan receives with open arms his younger daughter (Y/N) Swan. She helps Bella during her depression and becomes inseparable from her long-lost friend Jacob. What she didnât expect was falling for a hotheaded short-tempered silver wolf.
Chapter:Â 9/?
A/N: one day I'll upload early, y'all. but I am truly trying to keep to the schedule I posted, as hard as it is. But thank you for bearing with me. You guys have no idea how much it means to me đ„°đ€
My content will always be free, but if youâre feeling particularly generous, you can leave a tip on any of my posts to support me and my love of writing or buy me a coffee
TikTok âąÂ Instagram âąÂ Business | MASTERLIST
If youâd like to be tagged in this or any other story: click here
Make sure you have my notifications on so you know every time I post!Â
Taglists for Twilight get filled quick and Tumblr only lets me tag up to a certain point. Notifications are your best bet.
<- Previous | Next ->
Chapter 9
The Swan sisters had been raised with a misconstrued idea that the new year meant a fresh start, a clean slate. That it could magically erase any and all afflictions the year before had caused. That it truly was the first page of a new chapter.
And maybe thatâs all that (Y/N) was hoping for that New Yearâs Eve. That the coming year would be the first page of her new chapter in Forks. That whatever was happening with Paul would die that December night. That Bella would finally turn over a new leaf and forget Edward. That she could move forward with her relationship with Jake.
Because thatâs what she wanted.
Thatâs what she had always wanted.
The thing she most needed was to get over whatever fluke it was that had made its way into her life. Whatever breach into her timeline that had decided to make her heart flutter out the sound of someone elseâs name. It had been too sudden and unexplainable to not be a mistake.
Paul Lahote had no business settling into her heart in the way he had, and she would stop at nothing to pluck him as quickly as he had attached himself. Even if she looked forward to seeing him in her dreams at night, even if her heart skipped a beat at the mere thought of him, even if all she wanted was to get as close to him as possible.
(Y/N) wanted âat least she thought she wantedâ to go back to being excited that Jacob had finally set his sights on her. She wanted the same thrill she got about Paul with Jake. He had been the crush that had withstood the trials of time. It could not be trampled over by a guy she barely knew.
Yet, she could not stop thinking how his favorite color was red, how he moved to La Push after his parentâs divorced when he was eight, how he didnât remember much of his mother even though he had been old enough to, how he had never been in love but desperately wanted to know what it felt like. (Y/N) could not stop picturing the way his eyes would shine under the warm glow of the setting sun, how his smile would grow as he listened intently to every word she spoke. Nor could she shake off the feeling of his warm skin against hers, how soft his hands had felt where she believed theyâd be rough and calloused. He was everything and nothing like she had thought, but she knew that was as far as she could go to know him.
âWell, donât you look mighty nice?â Charlieâs voice broke his daughter out of thought. âI think youâve been to more bonfires this month than I have been to in years. People might start forgetting the sheriffâs face around there.â
âI doubt thatâs even possible, dad,â she chuckled, smoothing over a piece of hair that had been unruly for the better part of the day. âReally wish you could join us, though. Since Bella wonât be making it out there, I wanted a Swan there for moral support.â
âThis about that Paul fella?â
The question took (Y/N) aback. She had thought no one but Jake knew about that whole fiasco, and she was certain he had not said anything to her dad. âHow do youâŠ?â she stammered.
âBella muttered a thing or two about him. Said he was the one you had been with the other night,â her father said. âSomething happen with you and Jake?â
âNothing happened,â she muttered. âIâm just making new friends seeing as my stay in Forks might be longer than anticipated.â
âWell, thatâs a good idea. Just be careful of the people you keep in your company.â
âWhy do you say that?â
âJake might have mentioned this Paul Lahote character is not the greatest influence,â Charlie added. âHe thinks he might not have the purest of intentions with you, (Y/N). I just donât wanna see you get hurt.â Â
âWell, I can tell you right now that you have nothing to worry about,â (Y/N) smiled comfortingly. Â The last thing she wanted was for her father to worry about her when his other daughter was still no more than a statue in their home. Â âI have only hung out with him that one time and I donât think itâll happen again. But thanks for checking in.â
âJust wanna make sure your transition back here is as smooth as possible, kiddo,â he responded warmly. âI know itâs gonna be hard to settle back here after being with your mom for so long. Forks might be a bit slow but itâs truly home.â
âIâm actually excited about staying. Even if it wasnât the plan originally, thereâs something about this town thatâs just begging for me to stay,â she confessed. âEven if I came to help with Bella, Iâm glad I decided to stay. It will also keep mom from taking us both back to Florida âat least for a while.â
âCan I tell you a secret?â The older Swan said before she nodded in response. âIâm just glad you two wanted to spend time with your old man. Even if I have no idea what Iâm doing.â
âYouâre doing good, dad,â (Y/N) chuckled. âI will say you got the shortest end of the stick having to be the one dealing with this breakup but I know youâre doing the absolute best you can. Hopefully, this new year brings us all the fresh start we so desperately need.â
âI hope so too, kiddo,â he sighed in defeat. âBut have fun tonight, (Y/N), and make good choices.â
âHave I ever done anything else?â
âVery funny, kid,â Charlie chuckled. âWell, Iâm off to work. Iâll probably not be here yet when you get back, so happy new year, (Y/N). And have fun.â
âHappy New Year, dad.â
Everything in Forks seemed to move at a punishingly fast pace, even if at times it felt like the town was stuck in time. But (Y/N) had been there almost four weeks which had already felt like a lifetime.
In comparison to living with Phil and her mother, in the midst of travel and adventures that she had loved for a time, (Y/N) had forgotten the calmness of remaining stagnant, of going to sleep and waking in the same home. She had forgotten what walking the halls of a school felt like, of having a group of friends that lasted more than a year.
Forks would give her that opportunity, or at least she hoped it would. The town had already started to change her and given her more than she couldâve hoped for. And that night she truly believed would set everything in the correct motion. Everything she had wished for with no more flukes.
An hour later and from the street she heard the honk of a horn. She gave herself a once over, not feeling completely comfortable with the way she looked that night. In part, she felt it was merely the nerves of seeing Jacob after the altercation with Paul.
But there was another part, the bigger part, that knew it was because of Paul. There was a calming thrill to him that she couldnât explain. Even the juxtaposition of the thought made no sense to her. As much as she wanted to stay away from him, she wanted to get closer. It scared and excited her all at once.
Yet, the person that was waiting for her was not him. It was Jake, waiting impatiently behind the wheel of his truck.
âWhat took you so long?â Jacob grumbled as (Y/N) got into the car. âWeâre already late as it is.â
âSorry, Jake. I couldnât find my jacket.â
âItâs fine, (Y/N). Itâs just that Quil came back from his trip, and I wanted to catch up with him before school starts,â he said. âI also havenât seen Embry since last weekend since he was with his mom visiting some family.â Â
âYeah, I get that,â (Y/N) responded meekly, sinking into her seat. âAt least we have the rest of the night to hang out with them.â
âYeah, youâre right,â he smiled forcefully. âWhat about Bella? Is she not coming?â
âNo,â she said through gritted teeth. âShe wasnât up to coming. Still bummed about this Edward guy.â
âWhat a shame,â Jake sighed. âBeing around people would be good for her.â
âYeah, maybe,â she mumbled. âBut I canât really force her. This guy did a number on her and nothing dad and I are doing is working. Iâve even decided toâŠâ
âMaybe you guys donât know her as well as you thought,â he blurted. âI mean, no offense but sheâs not the same girl that left Arizona. Sheâs not even the same girl that came to Forks.â
âThat doesnât mean we canât help her, Jake. And thatâs what we have been doing this whole time. Still, we canât help someone that doesnât want to help themselves.â
âIâm not trying to start a fight, (Y/N),â he grumbled. âIâm just saying that  maybe your efforts have not worked because sheâs not the same Bella you knew.â
The girl remained quiet, anger filling her body instantly. Bella remained a sore subject in the new relationship, always being brought up by Jacob, reminding (Y/N) that he had liked her sister first âand, deep down, she knew he probably still did. Still, wanted to remain in the delusion that he had chosen her for as long as she could.
âItâs fine. Letâs just drop this, okay?â (Y/N) pleaded. âI just want to enjoy tonight. Please.â
âAlright, yeah. Whatever.â
The rest of the ride went by in silence, a heavy tension filling the air and suffocating her. At that moment, more than ever before in her life, she needed to believe that the new year was truly a fresh start. A new beginning for her sister, a new beginning for her relationship, and a new beginning for her life in Forks.
As soon as the truck rolled to a stop, Jake was out of the car and heading to the beach, mumbling something to (Y/N) that he was gonna see his friends and that heâd catch up to her soon enough. Then, he left her in between the small sea of cars that lined the border of the beach.
The younger Swan was left dumbfounded, completely perplexed at Jakeâs reaction. His outburst had made her feel small and unwanted. And as she stood frozen at her spot, watching the community celebrate before her, she wondered if there was any reason for her to be there. Because maybe the best thing she could do, for everyone, was leave.
âIâm glad you came, (Y/N),â a voice startled her. âYou look beautiful tonight.â
âPaul, hi,â she blushed, looking down at the black jumpsuit she wore under a white coat. âThank you. You look great too. Especially with my sweater.â
âOh, it was cold tonight and it was the first thing I grabbed,â he chuckled. âI promise I was gonna bring it back to you, not use it like it was mine.â
âHonestly, it looks better on you than it does me. Sometimes I feel like I drown in it.â
âIâm sure thatâs not true. Your look great in a paper bag,â he grinned. âBut I really am glad you came tonight.â
âAnd why is that, Paul Lahote?â
âBecause I wanted to apologize for the other day. I never wanted things to end the way they did,â he said. His eyes searched hers in the darkness, wanting nothing more than for his hands to reach her, to feel her skin against his once more. âIâm sorry if I caused any trouble between you and Jacob. The last thing I would have ever wanted was for you to be blamed for my actions. You donât deserve that.â
âThank you, Paul,â she smiled, her hand unconsciously reaching for his, giving it a comforting squeeze. âBut itâs not your fault. I was the one that agreed to spend time with you knowing that Jake would blow off the handle. If anyone is to blame for what happened that night, itâs me.â
Paul couldnât help himself as his free hand flew to rest on her cheek, cradling her face in a soothing manner. âNothing that happened was your fault, (Y/N),â he said. âJake simply showed you who he is. You never did anything wrong. We didnât do anything wrong.â
In that split second, (Y/N) remembered Jakeâs words. She broke away from his contact, as though his touch had burned her skin, turning away from the enchanting trance his eyes held over her.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âIt's just that Jake said something about you and⊠your past,â she sighed. âHe said I was just an attempt to make your body count higher.â
âI hope you know how untrue that is,â he said, seething on the inside but not daring to show it to her. âYou are special, (Y/N), and I would never do anything that would make you feel otherwise.â
âBut why, Paul? What is so special about me? To everyone, Iâm just Bellaâs little sister.â
âYou have to know that that is the least interesting thing about you,â he said. He reached out to her, needing to look her in the eye again. âYouâre funny, youâre kind, youâre smart and witty. And thatâs merely the tip of the iceberg. I may not have known you for long but I know thereâs so much more to you than you let on. And all Iâve wanted was to learn about those parts that you hide from everyone else.â
âI still donât know why!â (Y/N) responded, frustration pooling beads of tears in the corners of her eyes. âHow can I trust someone that somehow says everything I want to hear but wonât give me a straightforward answer? Why me, Paul? Out of all the people in the world, why do you want to know me?â
At that moment, he felt he would spill everything. He wanted her to know just why it was her, why the universe had decided that it had to be her. Paul wanted to confess what bonded them and would keep them for the rest of their lives.
And he would have, but the fear of putting her in any danger could not let him say the words. He could not bring himself to utter any of the words that would throw her life up in shambles. âWhy not you, (Y/N)?â he asked her, biting his tongue to keep what he wanted to say from spilling. âIs it so hard to believe that I could have seen you and be intrigued by you?â
âYou saw me for a split second, Paul. Someone youâve never known of cannot be worth all this trouble.â
âYou are worth it, (Y/N).â
âAnd you are frustratingly vague,â she finally cracked a smile. âWhy canât you just answer me? What is it that youâre hiding?â
âYouâd never believe me if I told you,â he copied her smile. âAnd isnât a little mystery fun?â
âIt could be if it didnât get me in trouble with my boyfriend.â
âThat could be fixed by breaking up with him, you know,â Paul teased. âA lot of things could be fixed if Jake was gone.â
âAre you threatening my boyfriend, Paul Lahote?â
âI would never,â he laughed. âBut I still believe that he doesnât deserve you, (Y/N).â
âWill you ever let that go?â
âDonât think I can.â
And maybe she knew he was right but it was too hard to admit it, to him or to herself. She had wanted Jake for the better part of her life and one night could not change that. She wouldnât let it. âThen youâre gonna have to if thereâs ever gonna be some sort of friendship between us,â she said. âMight be hard to spend time with someone thatâs always trashing their boyfriend.â
âI mean, youâve only got a couple more weeks before you have to go back to Florida, right? I think I can control myself in that time.â
âActually, I decided to move to Forks with my dad,â she smiled. âBella isnât getting better and Iâve honestly gotten attached to this town. It might be that some people have made this place so enchanting.â
âThen I guess Iâm gonna have to work harder on pretending that I like Jake,â he grinned. âBut I am glad youâre staying. The town wouldnât be the same without you.â
âIâve only been here for three weeks, Paul,â she laughed.
âAnd nothing has been the same since.â
âYouâre something else.â
âI could say the same about you,â Paul added before noticing Jared calling him over. âAnd on that note, I will have to leave you. Iâve got a couple of things I have to do. But not before you give me your phone number.â
âMy number?â
âThat way Iâd we ever wanna see each other it doesnât have to be by me showing up at your house or running into each other at a bonfire.â
âRight,â she chuckled, handing him her phone. âThatâs smart.â
 âIâll see you around, (Y/N),â he smiled before kissing her on the cheek and disappearing down the beach.
As soon as he was out of sight, (Y/N) looked around, hoping that no one had witnessed what had just happened. As innocent as everything could have been, in such a small town, everything was known.
Once she had calmed down, she finally walked toward the commotion of the beach. Feeling as confused as she had been since meeting Paul, but at peace. Being around him made her feel serene, tranquility spreading through her veins. Though he made her heart race, he didnât make her chest feel tight. It was a feeling that made her feel equal parts uneasy and calm.
âWhere were you?â Jake asked as she joined him and his friends, a hint of annoyance dancing between his words.
âJust around,â she smiled. âI was actually planning to get something to drink. Do you guys want anything?â
âWeâre good,â Embry smiled kindly. âBut thank you.â
âJust hurry,â Jake added before becoming more interested in the conversations he was having before she had gotten close. âAnd bring me back a water, thanks.â
âUh, yeah, sure.â
(Y/N) left him quickly, needing to compose herself before heading back toward him. She could feel how annoyed he was at her. Ever since that afternoon with Paul, Jake had become distant and rather cold toward her but she could understand why. As much as it pained her, she knew why and that she had to do something to make it up to him while keeping what angered him a secret.
âItâs good to see you around, (Y/N),â Billy said as he joined the girlâs side at the refreshment table. âI was wondering when I would see you again.â
âHi, uncle Billy,â she smiled. âIâve been meaning to go by the house but Iâve been busy these couple of days.â
âAnd things have been heated between you and my son.â
âHow did youâŠ?â
âSmall town,â he smiled softly. âBut Iâve already had some words with my son about his behavior toward you. It was completely unacceptable.â
âIt might have been an overreaction but it was warranted,â she said looking down. âI knew what I did would anger him but I still did it.â
âThat doesnât mean he can chastise you in the middle of town. My son is young and can be quick-tempered,â Billy sighed, taking one of (Y/N)âs hands in his. âHe says and does things that he doesnât know he will regret one day, and you donât deserve to be in the receiving end of that.â
âThank you, Billy,â (Y/N) smiled, squeezing his hand reassuringly. âBut Iâm sure heâs sorry for that night and weâll work through it together.â
âYou know, I love my son, but he can be quite stubborn when he wants to. Even at his own detriment. Still, I hope this new year brings you both clarity and growth. Both personally, and if the gods want it, in your relationship as well.â
âI hope so too, uncle Billy.â
âMy son is lucky to have you by his side. Even if he doesnât know it.â
(Y/N) felt a new surge of confidence as he joined Jake and his friends once more. Knowing Billy was watching her back made her feel stronger about her relationship with Jacob and that it was worth investing her heart and time into. She knew her heart yearned for Jake and all she felt toward Paul was a strong sense of friendship.
As the hours passed and the tension between her and Jake seemed to dissipate, her resolve simply solidified itself. She would do anything possible to fix her relationship with her boyfriend and keep her friendship with Paul separate from Jacob.
But there was the smallest part in her that replayed Paulâs voice. He kept telling her how she deserved better and that Jake was not the right person for her, even if that was who she had wanted for so long.
Still, when the clock struck twelve, Jake was the one she kissed, and wished things would work out between them. She wished for him to only see Bella as a friend and finally give his whole heart to her. Wrapped in his arms as they cheered the new year, she begged the universe to give her the chance to have everything she had wished for.
Yet as her eyes found Paulâs in the crowd, she doubted if it was what she truly wanted or if she was holding onto a silly childhood dream.
Next ->
Taglist: @winter-soldier-101@zheezs14 @a-sifu-hotman @sunflowerleii @DyslexicCatterpillar @Blackbluerose666 @slutforsainz @kortniec696 @xcastawayherosx@minhaimaginacao @bluebirbnamedJay @sirenheadenby@andreiaafaria@bluetreecloud20 @valejewel @nogitsune-the @user0ur0mom@skyesthebomb @swidkid @avis15 @honeylovemoon@wonieeee @edwardssugarmommy @nyenye@sugajar @lovel-blog @witchofhawkins @Six-Call @then-worship-at-my-altar@ems-alexandra @blueshoelacess @Nyctophilia710Â
@rosalie-whitlock @nocturnalherb16 @this-is-a-bad-idea@esposadomd @locokoca@volturiwolf@spookyqueen@gh0stgirl33@catgirlpwr @nolaxox @klf1999@krazyk99@ilikepunsbeth@adaydreamaway08@cinffy23 @paodemorangol1l1 @hufflepuffobsessedwithmarvel@toomanythoughts33@jrosefangirl@queereddie @Missvicious @sugasthreedollarkookie @laylaskywalker @fandomonetwo@fruitylilfuck @a-slut-for-Loki-Bucky @honeywxter @haroldpotterson@justamessandahalf@come-on-darling-honey@dove-chan32931@kaita11@gangstalicious06 @iincandescenttt @demonchick1@uwunuggetchan@elijahssuit @multifandomreader73 @shara-ne@nngkay@blackloveangel13 @Mar @the-faceless-bride@holywolfsstuff@abs-2020@lunajay33@hpboysslut2707@lisacarolined @TheCollectorOfWords @euphoria1992 @yuki255 @gabi-princesada1d @lowkeysaurus@zealouscookierebeltrash@laylasbunbunny@sleepilysworld@quartzzzzzzz@merakiaes @Rycbar22 @treatiseofselena@pinkdragonfandream-blog @attlas567 @american-sataness @magical-spit @t-stark35@thirstybunzy@inpraizeof@multifandombitch696@phasesâofthemoon @oi-itse@foley-97@gh0stgurl @rinalous
@Smolalien13 @jstarr86@svsmoony@spideysbaby @Odinswarriorvalkyrie @Coquita
@ilikepunsbeth @Itsmytimetodream @ivory-raptor @laury-blackbeak @unstablekay @midnightmisses @paperbackwitch @problematicpastry @thirstybunzy @magical-spit @t-stark35 @multifandombitch696
585 notes
·
View notes
Hi Shark đ I saw your post with the three word sentences and I'd like to request 6. "Be gentle, please." with Tommy. If you're more comfortable with writing for a different character then you're obviously free to do so! đ„°
Hi Daisy! Here we go dear đ„° Finger crossed, I hope you'll enjoy that Tommy x Reader blurb! Honestly, I really enjoyed writing it.
Words: 993
TW: Smut content but no actual pornographic descriptions, mentions of murder, ambiguous ending (the ending is up to you), reader is nicknamed Hera.
Fire spread under your skin as his strong and calloused hands ran down your naked back to grab your hips in a bruising grip. How did you end up here, laying on the giant fur carpet in front of a fire place with Birminghamâs most infamous gangster touching you? The question had been playing on repeat in your buzzing skull the moment he had laid his fingers on you. A feverish sigh escaped from your quivering lips when Tommyâs hips crashed against yours. The wet caress of his tongue left goosebumps in its trail each time you would feel it on the sensitive flesh of your bosom. It was like the dancing flames of the fireplace, whose hungry tongues of blaze licked the logs that were feeding them until all remained was ashes. You clenched your fist in his dark hair, squeezing your eyes shut and throwing your head back at ocean of pleasure that was drowning you each time his hips moved. As you made love in his living room, the melody of your sighs and flesh snapping filling the room and swirling up to the ceiling, you still tried to gather all your remaining strength to hang on the reason behind your meeting.
âHeraâŠâ He moaned against your breasts, the vibrations of his hoarse voice echoing in your whole ribcage and shattering your bones in a sensual earthquake. Your toes curled as his pace, slow and gentle at first, quickened. Lost in a maze of feelings and lust, your hand left his hair and joined the other one on his broad and muscular back.
âDeeper.â You hissed through your teeth as your nails dug in his skin and pierced his flesh. Your voice, eternally collected, was now shaken by a light tremor you hated to hear. You sounded begging. You sounded desperate. You sounded weak. And only God knew how you despised weakness. Well, not only God but also Luca Changretta, to be true. When the godfather of the American branch of the Sicilian mafia took you under his protective wing, he called you Hera â queen of gods, and furious dishonored wife of a monster. Besides him and a few capo, no one knew where you came from and why Changretta had a soft spot for you. Yet, the story behind your relationship was tragic.
He saw you one dreary summer night, crying outside of the church in your magnificent white dress stained with little crimson droplets. From what he had understand, you had caught your future husband cheating the day of your wedding and he was so enraged you found out about his secret affairs that he had beaten you until your legs collapsed and until your body was black and blue. When Luca Changretta cupped your face and laid a protective kiss on your forehead, he made you a promise: no other men would hurt you again, for he would make the most terrifying and beautiful monster out of you. Luca dived in your eyes and smiled, and as he did Y/N vanished in the aid of this new fierce entity that was now inhabiting you.They said Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and how right they were.
âFuck ââ Tommy swore, at the edge of climax. All of his muscles tensed under the coiling and maddening pleasure that was consuming him â but Thomas Shelby was as stubborn as you were, and he hated to show any sign of weakness even more than you. That was why he choked his moans against your mouth and let his tongue force its way between your juicy lips. You scratched his back in response, small beads of blood darkening your nails. His pace was now frantic and brutal, turning your love making into more a battle than anything else. Sex was a fight you were both fiercely decided to win. But if Tommy had the rage of winning, you had the disgust of losing.
âLet it go, little boyâŠâ You whispered against his mouth, waving your hips like a dancing succubus willing to milk him from his life. Your victory became evident as you felt Tommyâs legs shaking. He sunk his teeth in your lower lip and growled like an animal as he gave in â blown away by the fiery blaze of his little death, the gangster felt tears dawning at the corner of his turquoise eyes when he came. The burning sensation was so unbearable at some point he thought he was in hell. But was it really hell if he liked the way it burned?
You smirked, enjoying the end of the war youâve just won.
Tommy and you were now sharing a cigarette, both naked and sitting on the comfortable rug while watching the dying flames that were flickering in the hearth. But despite the doubt that had started to plague your cold mind, you mentally repeated the mantra you lived by for years: You have to rise above the squabbling and chaos, and keep believing. You have to always keep your goals in mind⊠And your goal was to murder Tommy Shelby.
Why?
Because you were the most terrifying and skilled hitman of America, and someone had paid you to kill him.
And you were heartless.
You had not always been like this though⊠But the young eighteen years old crying princessa Changretta had almost raised had met the same demise as her savior: she was no longer alive. All remained was the still smoking ashes of a maimed heart and an empty body only animated by pure anger.
Tommy had barely stubbed out his cigarette in the crystal ashtray nearby when you pressed the cold blade of your knife against the fragile flesh of his throat. Yet, he did not seem surprised. Nor afraid. Quite the contrary, Thomas Shelby was tired. Just⊠Tired. He looked at you, his sky blue eyes staring into the void that constituted yours, and parted his lips to speak.
âBe gentle, please.â
That was all he said.
Somehow, he did not mind to die if the last embrace given to him was soft â even if it came from Death herself. You could kill him, it did not matter anymore, as long as you were as no one else since Grace had been with him: gentle.
You pulled him in your arms, hugging his exhausted frame in a final clasp, and tightened your grip around the knife.
Fine, you thought, Iâll be gentle then.
607 notes
·
View notes
ice ice baby ! oliver b. x ofc (driver!raikkonen!reader)
summary: kimi and vera raikkonenâs eldest daughter, romania â(a)romaâ coppola-raikkonen, debuted in formula one as an aston martin rookie for the mexico grand prix free practice alongside her designated âbest friendâ ollie bearman, who drove for haas.
AND everyone seemed to be interested in their peculiar friendship⊠which was funny because they donât seem to be friends in that way seeing as they referred to themselves by their ship name âthe ice bears.â
content warning: use of explicit language, fluff, mentions of overprotective!dad!kimi raikkonen, simp!ollie, pet names, flirting on main, established relationship-esque (friends to lovers), brief mentions of coppola!ofc (vera) x kimi raikkonen, f2 drivers clowning each other, we bare bears reference
note: making this because iâm trying to immerse myself in other categories of motorsport that isnât just f1 𫶠hereâs some ollie bearman content
a - n masterlist
o - z masterlist
if youâd like to get on one of my taglists, check this post out!
tagged astonmartinf1, artgp_official, olliebearman
liked by theopourchaire21, arthur_leclerc, frederikvestiofficial
theopourchaire21 what happened to âthrough thick and thin theoâ đ€§ what happened to âiâll tag you in our photos later thĂ©oâ
jolauriraikkonen my sister is a liar
kimimatiasraikkonen watch your words, johann
jolauriraikkonen oops my bad
frederikvestiofficial why am i not here đ i thought youâre gonna post our dump pics from the paddock but screw me and thĂ©o ig đ
romaraikkonen đ„Č why am i being attacked
jackdoohan wait yâall got photos? đ
user1 LMFAO NOT JACK BEING LEFT OUT BY THE QUADRUPLETS đâ poor bby
artgp_official green looks good on you đ€©đ liked by romaraikkonen
astonmartinf1 ice ice baby! đ„¶đ§ liked by romaraikkonen
veracopparaikko happy to see you and the boys, aroma đ liked by romaraikkonen
theopourchaire21 mrs. raikkonen đ«¶
jackdoohan đȘđ
frederikvestiofficial happy to see you too vera! âšđ
olliebearman theopourchaire21 jackdoohan frederikvestiofficial đđ liked by romaraikkonen
user2 heâs staking his claim fr đ©
kimimatiasraikkonen đ€đ«„
user3 RIP OLLIE đ
arthur_leclerc favouritism now that i see it đ
olliebearman as you should
user4 girlypop is one step away from barking at everyone and keeping roma from the boys đđđ
olliebearman user4 đ
user4 on it boss đ«Ą
tagged olliebearman
liked by felipedrugovich, victormartinsfr, arthur_leclerc
user1 ICE BEARS CONTENT đ„¶đ
ferraridriveracademy the icegirl and our favourite simp đđ«Ą
arthur_leclerc the most nauseating duo in the academy đ€©
theopourchaire21 real đȘ
romaraikkonen cry about it đ©đ
veracopparaikko soooo cute đ„° liked by romaraikkonen
kimimatiasraikkonenn no heâs not đ liked by romaraikkonen
romaraikkonen DAD PLZâ đ
user2 at least we know which raikkonen favours ollie and which one would rather leave him out in the cold
user3 live laugh love overprotective kimi
olliebearman grind on deez nâ liked and pinned by romaraikkonen
romaraikkonen pinning this so everyone in the grid can shame you đ
arthur_leclerc ollie⊠đ°
frederikvestiofficial jail behaviour
victormartinsfr put him in the doghouse
kimimatiasraikkonen đ
theopourchaire21 TELL HIM KIMI!!!
olliebearman thatâs my biggest regret ever.
romaraikkonen as it should
user4 yâall worried about putting ollie in the doghouse when theyâre out here actually posting couple shit??? uhm????
user5 was this allowed???
romaraikkonen yeah
arthur_leclerc kimi caught her and ollie kissing once thatâs why theyâre open about it now haha đ
romaraikkonen ARTHUR!!
olliebearman the lad isnât wrong đ
⥠moonyâs reminder đ
¶ (general): @hiraethrhapsody @avaleineandafryingpan
642 notes
·
View notes
Hi! I just wanted to say that I discovered your top 30 Richonne list a few days ago and I've been down the meta rabbit hole you've so wonderfully crafted this entire week so far. I've cried and smiled so much reading them. Each post is just so beautiful.
I was reading one of your Reveling in Richonne posts this morning for episode 10 x 04 where Michonne talked with Ezekiel about how much she still misses Rick and loves him so much and that she misses his walk and now I can't get over it. Now I'm thinking about all those times when she looked at Rick walking towards or away from her pre- and post-canon where she would be thinking the man I'm crushing on, then eventually the man I love is so sexy. Is there any chance you can do a post speculating those moments where they are both checking each out specifically regarding Michonne checking out Rick's walk?
Also I cant wait for you to do a Reveling in Richonne continuation based on TOWL đ? So excited! Lastly I just need you to know that my Richonne withdrawals have been pretty bad now that TOWL has concluded. So discovering your blog and your metas have been giving me my whole entire life and I just want to say thank you and that I really appreciate all the thought and beauty you put into your posts. You're amazing!!!! đđœ đđœ đ€© đ
Hi @rct85 ! I'm so encouraged by your message, thank you so much. đ„° I love that this richonne reveling rabbit hole could help with the richonne withdrawal. Iâm feeling it too and really miss seeing them on screen each week. đ„Č Thank goodness we were spoiled with years of richonne content that Iâve just been playing on a loop in my head. The second I'm finally able, I'm looking forward to going all out and writing about every golden moment from TOWL. The towl thoughts and observations are abundant lol.
And I really like that thought of highlighting the times that Michonne was looking at Rick and thinking this man I'm crushing on and later in love with is so sexy. I can definitely speculate on those moments and I've placed my extra selfâs speculation right below. đâŹ
I focused on Michonne specifically for this one because if I were to make a list of times Rick was looking at Michonne and thinking this woman I'm crushing on/in love with is so sexy it would be wildly long because it's every single moment he and Michonne are on screen together. Like truly from TWD 3.06 at the fence to the TOWL 1.06 finale Rick looks like he's thinking that. đ While Michonne can be a little more subtle than Slick Rick, she's still head over heels for her husband and I think I pinpointed some clear moments where she was noting how fine her man is and appreciating that walk. đ Thanks again for reading my posts and for this kind message! đ
Moments Michonne Was Checking Out Her Manâs Walk/Thinking Rick Is Fine đ
Exhibit A:
It started real early if you ask me. đ At this point our Michonne had been abandoned by her only friend, unsuccessfully gaslit by the governor, chased down and shot by Merle, and passed out killing walkers at the prison fence. Sheâd been put through a whole lot in mind and bodyâŠbut her eyes clearly still work just fine as she seems to be taking in this handsome stranger in front of her.
And sis is an observant person so I wouldnât at all be surprised if she had a conscious thought that this man from the prison is attractive, even here in their first exchange. Thinking about how she described Maggie and the Governor based on appearances in this ep, Iâd bet that had Michonne had to describe Rick this early, some type of good-looking adjective wouldâve been used.
(*Also the footnote for all of these bits of evidence is that Rick is absolutely captivated by her in each of these moments too đŻ)
Exhibit B:
Clear is where that Richonne attraction was loud and on display from both of them. We donât see Rick walk away in this scene at the end of the ep but uh Michonne does. đ And of course she likes what she sees with that lingering look and smile she gives. And all that car key shuffling - itâs giving Rick is pretty eager but maybe she is too đ€
Exhibit C & D:
I put these two moments side by side because I love how similar they are in the way Rick walks up to her and the way Michonne smiles at him. To think one scene is during their early s4 crush era and the other is during their s7 honeymoon ep, just goes to show these two have been smitten a long long time and always will be. In both moments I know Michonne loves seeing his walk just like Rick loves seeing her smile.
Exhibit E:
As she observes Rick here, I think Michonne has a lot of thoughts going through her head, which naturally are deeper than just checking him out. On a larger level, sheâs realizing that Rick has unique qualities that she loves and respects and recognizes in her own self. She saw firsthand the way Rick walks the walk when it comes to protecting his family and sheâs fallen in love with him. But I think an appreciation for his literal walk can be included in those thoughts during this scene as she starts to slowly become more cognizant that she sees Rick as a lot more than just a friend.
Exhibit F (Pt. 1 & Pt. 2):
I may have forgot if this was a list of Michonneâs thoughts or mine with exhibit f lol. But Iâm just gonna venture to say that she and I shared the same appreciation for Rickâs walk in that barn. Itâs Season 5 Rick - of course Michonne was feeling a type of way about him. And she might not have agreed with him punching Aaron but I know she wasnât mad at that walk.
Exhibit G:
Seeing Rickâs clean-shaven face for the first time was Michonneâs most blatant display of attraction towards him pre-canon and she was definitely noting how fine he is. And from my posts on the scene, itâs no secret how much I love this moment and itâs no secret how much these two were into each other. I also just added a later s5 moment of Rick seeing Michonne in the constable windbreaker for the first time because it gives a similar energy. Itâs cute how Rick and Michonne both have such obvious attraction and intrigued reactions to seeing each other in ways they havenât seen each other before.
(Thatâs also why I thought it was so funny and doomed that their plan was to pretend like they donât know each other at the CRM because Richonne hasnât been able to mask their blazing attraction to each other since season 3)
Exhibit H:
This is such a sweet moment and I always adore seeing the slightly bashful way Michonne canât help but stare at her man and smile after their first night together. And the way Rick can sense her looking at him and then smiles and reaches for her. It gives me life. This had to make this list because Iâm pretty sure âthe man I love is so sexyâ is one of the direct quotes from Michonneâs mind in this scene.
Exhibit I:
Even when injured Rickâs walk is hot and Michonne knows it. đ The scene above and a couple more in this episode were clear signs of Michonne admiring her man inside and out. They were both so cute and couply and in love in this ep and Iâll never get over it.
In The Ones Who LiveâŠ
Each of these towl moments deserves dissertations so Iâll wait to elaborate because dissertations are coming later on. But I still had to include them on this list because theyâre prime examples of Michonne loving Rickâs walk and/or loving how sexy her husband is - with the last one being the pinnacle đ
Exhibit J:
Exhibit K:
Exhibit L:
Exhibit M:
Exhibit NOPQRSTUVWXY&Z:
129 notes
·
View notes
Awwww your Story about Killer is so cute đ„°đ can I request another one? Would be awesome to read a story where the reader starts helping Killer in the kitchen and realizes how much he's doing for the crew and how gentle and soft he is inside. And then they get closer while cooking â€ïž
Hello my darling, sweet anon !!
Firstly, thank you so much for your patience in waiting for this and Secondly, please forgive me as this is a shorter one as I lost the original file for this and had to start all over. I remembered what I could but it's much shorter than i originally planned BUT ! It is sweet Killer loving times regardless, so I hope you enjoy either way ! All the good things under the cut to keep this post short for my fellow mobile friends đ
đđđ đđđđ§đđ©đš đđ€đȘ đđđđ„
đđđĄđĄđđ§ đ đ/đ đ§đđđđđ§
đđđ©đđ: đ !! đšđŹđđđ©, đšđŹđđđ© đđĄđȘđđ.
áŽčᎰáŽș᎔ Ê·â±á”Ê° á”âżÊžá”Ê°â±âżá” ËĄá”á”á”ËĄá”á” Âčâž+, Êžá”á” Ê·â±ËĄËĄ á”á” á”ËĄá”á¶á”á”á” á”âż Ëąâ±á”Ê°á”.
Thank you again anon, and I hope you enjoy ! đđđ
My beta was busy unfortunately so i had to do it myself, if you see any mistakes, I'm sorry, I'm sick with the flu so blame that đđđđ
Fitting in on the Victoria Punk was somehow an easy task for you.
Always being the one to say âYep, no problem!â to any task handed to you was one of the many reasons everyone adored you; The other was the absolutely delicious food you and Killer always managed to create and feed to the crew.
âAnd just a small dash of oreganoâŠâ
You watched Killer with concentrated eyes, only taking them from him and his favourite dish to smile widely up at his masked visage as he stirred the sauce boiling away in the pot.
â... and voila! The perfect spaghetti sauce.â
He gently pooled some of the sauce into a small spoon, blowing onto it through the holes in his mask as best he could before holding the spoon out for you.
You went to grab the spoon when he pulled it away, knowing he hid a cheeky look under that mask as he gave a soft âtsk,â before holding it back out to you.
You rolled your eyes playfully before taking the sauce into your mouth, humming in content as the array of flavors hit your tastebuds.
âAmazing,â you gushed as he pulled the spoon away to toss into the sink nearby. His chest puffed a bit at your praise, which you noticed immediately, a knowing smirk resting on your lips as you commented jokingly,
âYou know, I really thought you were never going to show me how to make this.â
Killers head turned to you, tilted slightly as he asked genuinely,
âReally? Why so?â
You gave a small shrug, unable to meet his masked gaze as you looked out one of the large windows overlooking the Victoria.
âI'm not sure why, just felt that maybe because it's so important to you that you'd want to keep it safeguarded from everyone or something.â
Killer was silent for a moment before he went back to stirring. Once he was happy with the consistency and temperature, he turned off the stove and turned back to you, lifting your chin in one of his massive hands as he finally replied,
âIt is important to me.â
Your eyes slowly rose from his chest to his mask, trying to decipher any hidden emotions behind it but found nothing.
âYou are also important to me. Why would I not share this with you?â
Your heart raced at his words, your stomach churning with butterflies as your cheeks burned a dark pink.
â... oh!â Was all you could get out, truly shocked by his words.
He chuckled in reply, shaking your face slightly in his grasp before he bent down to press a masked kiss to your forehead.
âStop thinking so little of yourself. You're incredibly important to me, and to this crew.â
He pulled back to press his mask against the tip of your nose, as if trying to press his own against yours as he murmured softly,
âI love sharing with you, and I love spending time with you, no matter what we do.â
You can't help but lean up slightly to press your lips against his mask, ignoring the small sound of surprise that leaves him as you reply,
âAnd I love doing things with you, especially the things you love to do.â
Your eyes stared right through the pirate, the man feeling almost naked under your gaze as you continued,
âAnd I love that you shared something so important with me. Thank you, Kil.â
He hums in response, clearly pleased with your words as he presses his mask to your lips again, holding you in place for a few moments before pulling away and turning back to the stove.
You notice his discreet motions of adjusting himself below before he clears his throat and gets out in a slightly higher voice,
âLet's feed some hungry men, shall we?!â
He picks up the pot and walks right past you, ignoring the chuckles from you but stops as you nearly purr at him,
âMaybe later, I can show you some of my own important thingsâŠ?â
He stops right at the door out to the main eating area and slowly turns his head, staring you down as he thickly replies,
â... Don't tempt me.â
He stalks off with heavy feet before you can reply, the sound of your laughter echoing after him.
You chewed your bottom lip with a grin, thinking about the many, many things you could teach him before you picked up the other pot containing the noodles and walked after him, unable to wipe the wide grin off your face.
79 notes
·
View notes