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latenightdaydreams · 15 days

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Can you write about Konig and stepmother! Reader. When he came back to visit his father in his hometown after years of deployment and he saw stepmother!reader who is young and curvy with large breasts and then...they fuck=))) Not forcing, love your writing btw

This is such a hot idea 😮‍💨I had so many ideas so I just had to pick one and write! Thank you for the support and I hope you enjoy the story! Have a great day♥️

König x Stepmother!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

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Part2

>cw: fem/ afab reader, step mom, p in v, age gaps, mentions of breeding

2.6k word count

König sat on his bed in his quarters and yanked his mask off of his face as his hands grasped a wedding invitation for his father’s 4th wedding. König looked at the elegant font and design before rolling his eyes and tossing the invite into the trash. After his father walked out on his mother, he has had no interest to keep up with him. It’s pathetic how a 73-year-old man keeps bouncing from wife to wife. König wouldn’t give this marriage a year. Yet, it was still his father and he made sure to try and make it to his city once he went back home to visit.

Still dressed in his full military uniform he finds himself standing outside of his father’s door. He takes a deep breath as he gets ready to see his dad again and meet whoever was stupid enough to marry the man. His hands go under his mask to adjust it slightly. Deciding to get it over with, he raises his hand and knocks on the door.

The door opens and he expects to see his 6’4 slender and frail old man of a father, but instead he sees you, his new step mom. You open the door with such warmth and radiance it’s as if the sun light behind you was coming from you. He stood there with a blank stare for a moment, trying to process the site before him. His eyes traveling down your frame to see the way your breasts are barely contained within you summer dress, you don’t look a day over 30, even young for König’s 46-year-old self. He swallows hard, no way this is his step mom.

“König?” Your voice smooth like silk with an accent sends a shiver down his spine.

“Ja, and you’re…”

“Y/N,” your hand is so small and delicate within his own as he grabs yours to shake. He tries to control his gaze as they step into the house.

“Your father is just over here,” you say walking ahead of König as you both make your way to the living room. König’s eyes glued to your ass jiggling and the way your hips sway with every step. His mind jumping through hoops trying to understand how his dad could have possibly landed someone as fucking hot as you.

Walking up to his father König holds a hand out for him to shake, his eyes piercing down at the old man with a look of distain.

“Hallo, how have you been old man?” König asks as he sits, his eyes trailing back to his new step mom as she sits on the arm rest next to his dad.

“Great son, have you met my old ball ‘n chain?” Felix hand creeping around your waist.

König suppresses the eyeroll he feels at his dads comment about his new wife. His new soft, big breasted wife.

“I have, she’s lovely.” His piercing pale blue eyes meet your gaze as he says these words. His dad too oblivious to notice the lustful gaze his son was giving his new wife.

A small blush forms on your cheeks as König calls you lovely. You smirk and look over his body. He is massive. A younger, bigger version of Felix. You wonder if everything is bigger.

“Well, I’m happy I finally get to meet you. Felix has told me so much about you.”

“Has he now?” König asks while looking at his father, Felix’s eyes glued to watching the TV.

“Can I get you something to drink König? I’m sure you’re wore out from all of the traveling.” You stand to your feet and smooth out your dress as you wait for his reply.

König’s throat was dry and he most definitely could use something to drink, but he didn’t want water, he wanted you to squirt in his mouth. He shakes his head to snap out of the thought.

“Uh, yes please.” König stands and walks past his father following you into the kitchen. His dad too out of it to even keep interest in a conversation with him, he wonders how you do it.

You walk into the kitchen and tiptoe to get a glass for König when you feel a large hand on your side, making you shiver.

“Here, let me help.” König says casually as if his heart isn’t beating out of his chest from the sensation of touching your waist. His hand resting on the curve of your perfect hour glass shape as his mind begins to wonder how sexually fulfilled you actually are with his father. He quickly pushes the thought aside as he hands you a glass.

“Thank you, König.” You grab the glass from his eyes all the while gazing deeply into his blue eyes. Snapping out of it you turn and go to the fridge as you begin to fill the glass with water. “So, your dad tells me you’re a Colonel?”

“I am,” König eyes you intently wondering why you’re actually here with his dad, you could be with anyone. “How long have you been with my father?” He takes the cup of water from you, your fingers grazing his making him feel a spark.

“A little over four years now.” You reply leaning against the counter in the kitchen.

König’s eyes land on your breasts again before he looks down at his glass and takes a long drink. He couldn’t think of any appropriate questions to ask you. From are your breasts real to can his dad even please you are the only ones bouncing around in his brain.

Just then his dad walks in and pats König on the back, making him jump. König watches as his dad walks past him to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing your soft lips. A heat of jealousy rushes over him as he drops his gaze and drinks more water.

“Is dinner almost ready?” Felix asks as his hand remains on your ass.

“It is, I was just getting König a drink.”

“Alright, let’s get eating, I’m tired.” Felix complained as he made his way to the table. König thankful his face is hidden or hid dad would have seen his disgust.

“I’ll help set the table,” König walked to the cabinet you had opened and reached over you to grab three plates.

“Oh, thank you.” He was close and all you could think about was his cologne mixed with his natural musk, finding it enticing.

You set the table with König’s help and sat down to eat. It was painfully awkward. You could tell the strained relationship between father and son was hopeless. Felix has no interest in talking to his son and his son has no interest in forgiving his dad. König’s eyes kept following you the whole time. Watching how your lips wrapped around your fork as you took a bit, the way your breasts rest on the table due to their size. He can’t get enough of you.

Hours pass and König is in the room you set up for him and looking around. He pulls his mask off and begins to undress. He can’t stop thinking of you. As he drops his pants, his erection is more obvious. He runs his palm over it through the fabric of his boxer briefs.

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself as he walks to the bed and gets under the covers. Looking up at the ceiling he begins to think of you as he slowly began to stroke his cock. Thinking of the way your breasts jiggle with the slightest of movement. He closes his eye and begins to pump his fist over his cock, imagining you riding him and how your breasts would look bouncing. Thinking you and Felix are asleep, he lets out soft moans.

You walk upstairs from getting a late night snack and you can hear soft little moans coming from down the hall, you know its König. Looking ahead at your bedroom door, then over to König’s, you decide to make your way to his room.

Standing outside the door you can clearly hear his hand moving over his cock, soft wet sounds mixed with the blankets rustling. You can hear him moan out your name every few seconds. Taking a deep breath, you open the door.

König stops and his eyes go wide as he sees you. A mix of surprise and embarrassment written on his face as he gulps. His eyes travel down your body and notice the silky light pink night gown you’re wearing. The dress clings perfectly to your body, you look like a goddess.

“Y/N…” König says your name with lust and panic in his tone.

“König…” You close the door behind you. Your eyes travel to the part of the blanket that was poking up from his erection.

König froze in place as you slowly started to walk to him. You sit on the bed beside him as you reach out and grasp his erection over the blanket. König lets out a shaky breath feeling your small hand grasp his fat cock.

“Oh Scheiße.” He moaned softly as you squeezed the head of his cock.

“Would you like some help?” You slowly stroke down his cock and watch as his jaw drops.

König begins to nod his head quickly, “Please,” his eyes look into yours almost begging you.

You pull the blanket back to see his boxer briefs pulled down his thighs and his cock out, the foreskin hugging his bright pink tip that’s leaking pre cum. His cock is simply massive. You grab his cock, skin on skin now, your fingers don’t even meet when wrapped around him. König’s breathing quickly at this point watching with anticipation.

You begin to stroke his cock faster pulling quiet moans from König’s lips. You look up at his maskless face and study it, watching the way his face contorts with pleasure; he looks exactly like his dad, but younger.

Without thinking König reached a hand out and cupped one of your breasts over the nightgown. He squeezed gently as he moved his eyes from your hand wrapped around him to his hand on you. Your breast so big and full they spill over his large hands. He has never been blessed to touch such beautiful breasts before. His hand pulls down your night gown to expose your bare breast to him.

Your nipples hard as he reaches out and tugs on one. “Mein Gott, you are so perfect.” He whispers almost as if he didn’t mean to say the words out loud.

He sits up more to lean forward, his lips finding yours and bringing you into a passionate kiss, his tongue finding yours as you softly begin to suck on his. He lets out a soft groaning sound at the thought of you sucking his cock instead. His hand still playing with your nipple as the other holds your waist tightly. Precum leaking on to your hand as he slowly breaks the kiss.

“I’ve been thinking about fucking you since the minute I laid my eyes on you.” He growls as he begins to kiss down your neck, biting lightly to not leave marks behind.

He hears you let out the softest little moan and it sends his brain into over drive as he pushes you back on the bed. His mouth hungrily kissed down your neck to your breast as he pulls his underwear all the way off. His mouth latched to your nipple and sucking at it desperately as you moan out running your fingers through his hair. König had been thinking about what this moment with you might be like, and now here he was; ready to show you another reason why he’s better than his dad.

You watch as König slaps his heavy cock onto your wet pussy, it’s been ages since you’ve been fucked- like really fucked. Your legs twitch as his cock rubs over your sensitive clit and it makes him smirk.

“Fuck me already,” you demand pathetically and König chuckles in response.

“Horny little house wife, aren’t you?” He teases as he slips his cock into your tight wet cunt. Instantly your velvety walls began to flutter around his size desperately trying to accommodate him. You let out a quiet moan as your eyes close, face twisting in pleasure. His cock filling you up to the point of pain, but fuck it felt good. His hands grabbing your thighs and spreading your legs. His cock pressing in until he hits your mushy cervix, your pussy not even able to fit all of him.

“You like that, huh?” König asks feeling a bit arrogant.

His pins your legs back and begins to just pound into your creamy cunt, his mouth finding your breast as he begins to kiss and bite all over them, no longer worrying about leaving marks on you. He wanted you for his own self. His balls slapping hard against your ass as they tighten from excitement.

Not only did your gummy cunt feel like heaven, the whole taboo situation of you being his step mom was adding to the experience. The thought of filling you with his cum and possibly getting you pregnant making his mind go crazy with excitement.

“Please fuck me!” Your fingers drag across König’s broad back and scratch deeply, leaving bright red marks across his pale skin. Yours legs tremble as they squeeze his side.

“König- I’m so close.”

“Cum for me, cum for me like the needy little step mom you are.” His hand moves to your pussy as his thumb begins to rub to your clit. You melt into nothing as you begin to moan loudly, your body tensing as you feel the rush of euphoria takes over your body.

“Shhh, you’re going to wake the old man up. You really want your husband to see you getting fucked by his son?” He smirks as you cum on his cock. He can feel how wet you get as you squeeze his cock. In this moment Felix isn’t even a thought, all you can think about is König’s cock fucking you.

König grabs a pillow and puts it down beside you before quickly pulling out. He easily manhandles you and flips you over, using the pillow to help lift your ass up. He got behind you, one hand gripping your hip and the other holding his cock that is covered in your creamy thick white cum. Pushing his leaky cock into you slowly he lets out a low sigh. His hands wrap around your ass and squeeze, pulling your cheeks apart as his thumb rubs over your tight asshole. He doesn’t know how much longer he can keep going, his muscles becoming tense as his balls begin to tingle and tighten. Your cunt keeping a tight grip on his cock.

Königs head dropped back and his Adams apple bobbing in his throat as he lets out tiny whimpers of pleasure. Without warning, König cums deep inside of your pussy, feeling his cock throbbing inside you.

He pulled out with heavy breath before laying beside you on the bed. You both looked at each other smiling.

The next morning König goes down stairs to see you wearing black leggings and a simple t-shirt. You were standing in front of the stove making breakfast for everyone. His eyes meet yours and you both smirk at each other.

He sits next to his father at the table exuding a cocky aura. He just fucked his dad’s wife after all. König keeps his eyes on your breast as you walk back and forth, remembering how they looked bouncing as he pounded into you last night.

You don’t know it, but König is already planning a life with you, away from his father. He feels no guilt or remorse, if anything this is just karma for Felix. You abandon his mom; he steals your woman. Fair is fair.

Part2

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halcyone-of-the-sea · 7 months

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i’ve never requested anything from anyone so i’m a lil nervy butttt…

i’d love a relationship arc with the one and only soap! i love him and his lil mohawk! like he’s stationed wherever and he meets then falls in love with a native citizen who works closely with the military and their relationship from when they first meet to first date to first kid to marriage (100% doesn’t need to be in that order btw)

everything you come up with is 🤌 so i know it’ll be good!🤍🤍

—Life Snaps By In Flashes

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ

╰┈➤ ❝ [A collection of memories from the second he laid eyes on you. All flashing past in the soft buzzing of the overhead lights.] ❞

It was by some dumb luck that he’d locked eyes with you that day, decades ago now, but he carries that memory with him like a dog with a bone. Stuck under the glow of the overhead lights, Soap calls them all forward—the good, the bad, the moments of peaceful nothing.

It had been on an OP, out in the field on surveillance for another threat. You had served him a coffee at a cafe, given that kind smile, and he had been gone far before he had been called to move in. Johnny was surprised at how fast it had happened, but he had always been easy to gather affection from, truthfully.

And when he had found out that you were an informant? Beautiful, smart, and reliable? He had half stuttered his way through a fake confident question for your number, and you had happily agreed with a smirk. You told him it was because of his honesty—the intentions clear on his face from the moment you’d walked through the door of the military base, written intel under your left arm and a recorder in your right palm.

He thought you were perfect from only one glance, and he had never thought otherwise.

Of course, there were fights, and disagreements about the job and the safety of each other. That was fair—it was natural. That was life, and what would the purpose be unless to prove that the two of you loved with all of your souls?

The first date was common, nothing fancy—a nice, casual supper at a restaurant that would be frequented far into your older years. Everyone there would end up knowing your names, the owner himself being invited to your wedding.

Oh, the wedding. Johnny can call that forward as easily as air. Or, at least, as easily as air used to come to him.

You, in that dress, staring at him and walking down that aisle. Everything else had blurred that day, and all he could care about was how you looked at him—standing just ahead with your hands in his shaky ones; his lips quivering as he pushed out a shocked laugh.

“You look…amazing, Bonnie. Lord, you’re just perfect.” You had laughed at his hushed whisper above the muttering of the officiant, eyes glassy. Johnny had tried to stifle his hoarse inhales as you called him handsome right back.

From then came the next journey—kids. Many of them. Johnny had as big of a family as he and you had always wanted; adventures and hardships. Football games and music shows, painting exhibits, and movie nights where everyone was snuggled together. His blue eyes staring at you over the heads of your brood.

Every night he would thank you for it. Every night.

The years drew and drew, retirement and the kids going off to Uni—leaving and getting married themselves. Wrinkles. Graying hair.

Until here.

Until muscles broke down and you needed a wheelchair, Johnny a cane. Until the kids had thought it better to make his office into an at-home care room for the two of you—a live-in nurse down the hall.

The kids had visited yesterday with their own little ones. The older ones had known, of course, just by looking. Smart devils, Johnny had called them when they were just tiny things. And they were.

You and him had raised some damn smart little devils.

Johnny had snuck into your room tonight, his heart hurting him and his mind understanding. He slipped into your bed and you both shared it one last time as you weakly kissed his pale cheek, him nuzzling his head into yours and muttering a low ‘I love you’.

You had passed not three minutes ago.

As he always had been, Johnny was loathed to leave you waiting for him. So here, with those overhead lights, he lets his eyes dip closed, and he swears that a soft hand brushes his cheek, calling him home.

Outside, the crickets creek, and the stars blink. The wind slips through the curtains of the open window, swaying them in a dance only they know.

Johnny does as he always did before he fell asleep, and it came as easy as letting that final breath go.

“...Thank you.”

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unluckilyimnot · 2 months

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do you know who much am i in love with tsundere man ???

i wanna kiss raichi's face sooo bad, with lipstick on, all over his face, until he tripped over his words and is all blushyy

don't forget cuddles and sitting on his lap like AAAAA

i love your loki and sae's making out writings btw 🫶 can u do the same thing but with raichi but in this version?

making out - raichi, isagi

mlist || rules || requests are open :)

note : thank you sm for your request, both of you ! they're so cute, as you should queen (in a neutral way) i love them a loooot too. i post this Isagi one at the same time bc i did them with a similar vibe

I've been busy these day im sorry ! And I have a busy weekend as well with my gf so I'll do as much as I can today and post it later !

Raichi acts tough but deep down he knows he can’t fool anyone when you order him around. You two invited some of your friends over tonight to have a nice dinner together and you kept calling his name to get things done. He tried to boss around a little at the beginning, saying he was talking with the tip of his ears red but you just had to whine a little please for him to be by your side in a second. He's the grumpy type, but still ready to help whenever he's asked to.

He spent the whole night eyeing you from head to toes. His hand lingering on your thigh below the table and your seemingly innocent gaze let him know you get where he wanna go. He's a little impatient but that's nothing you can't handle.

When you finally say goodbye to your last friends, you stretch your back as soon as the door is closed. 'What a night' you thought, excepting Raichi around you but he was nowhere to be seen. Taking a few steps to the kitchen to find him cleaning up a little. Leaning against the door frame, you stared at him until he noticed you.

"You're less clingy suddenly." You spoke as soon as his eyes lay on you, a cute smile on your lips. Lips that got his attention all night. He shook his head, muttered things you couldn't understand but still amused.

"Come on, leave all of this. I'll take care of that tomorrow." Taking his head in yours, you dragged him along your bedroom and kindly pushed him on the bed. "You weren't that concerned about the dishes earlier," you whisper in his ear, slowly taking a seat in his laps.

Cuddling up against him, you played with his hair while debriefing the night with him. Your arms lay around his neck and, despite his red cheeks, his hands finally hold you closer, rubbing your back in a needy way. His eyes on your lips once again, you're sure it's already messed up so you don't mind making it worse.

When Raichi finally cuts your chat by kissing you like he wanted all night, the shadow of a satisfied grin on your lips. You broke the kiss and chuckled.

"What's so funny ?" He barked like he always does, making you laugh even more.

"Nothing, you're just cute." You answered, shutting him up with a kiss before he can argue. Pecking his face over and over again, all over his face not without leaving a red tint at the same time. His poor soul can't even speak a full sentence without stutter before grabbing your face and kissing you again.

You deepen the kiss instantly, done joking around and finally into it. You put his hands back on your back and thigh, feeling his short nails digging into your skin and you're here for it. It's intoxicating, you're lost in the way his tongue licks your lips, making you smile. You didn't realize how both of you wanted it too until now.

Your hand slowly drawing circles on his shoulders, you were thinking when you could finally take his shirt off when you felt his hands coming closer to the zip of your dress. He started pulling it down, exposing your bare back for him and only him. You glared at him in an amused way.

“I'm helping you.” He defended, putting his hands away from you to try to annoy you in some way. You shook your head with a loud chuckle.

“Go ahead.” you said before pushing him down on the bed, kissing him again.

Isagi is too cute for his own good, you’re sure of it. He can’t be rude to save his life. Well, besides football. With you he’s a sweetheart, always saying yes to anything you ask, even the weirdest things. So you like to mess with him a little. A sly smile forms on your lips before you hand your phone away.

“Yoichi I wanna try something !” you cheered, leaning on his shoulder, taking a look at his phone. He wasn’t really doing anything, only scrolling through his social media.

“What is it ?” he’s used to that, you wanted to try silly thing you saw on internet. You’re always after him to try tiktok trend, he’s sure it’s that once again. You grinned, taking his phone from his hands and tossing it nearly yours before sitting in his laps. You already got him gulped hard. Not that he’s not used to it, it’s even a position you like to cuddle but something in his mind tells him that’s not related to cuddle.

His hands find your waist, laying there comfortably, waiting for your next move. You get closer, your chest flat against his and you take his warm cheeks between your hands. He blinks a few times, already anticipating but flustered at the same time - not trusting that smile of yours. You cradle his face a little, pitching his cheeks and leaving small pecks here and there, on his cheeks, his nose and finally his lips.

“What do you wanna tryyy ?” he whined trying to escape the kisses attack but you shush him quickly, kissing him seriously this time. He takes some time to melt into the kiss, pulling you closer. You shiver at the coldness of his cold hands crawling under your shirt, meeting your warm skin and you smile in the process. His hands go up and down, smoothing your skin, grabbing it a little too hard from time to time, making you moan but mostly chuckle.

“You’re so cute Yoichi.” you purred in the middle of the kiss, leaving small pecks on the corner of his lips.

“Am I ?” he grinned, happy to realize one more time the effect he has on you. It’s easier for you to know how he feels so he appreciates it when you vocalize it. You can already feel him hard under your weight and decided it wasn’t too early to grind on him, wanting him so bad already. Just so he knew, you know.

Taking this as a green light, his lips started going down your neck to your shoulders, kissing it all the way, biting from time to time just to feel your hand pulling his hair at the tingling sensation. He loves that a lot, sometimes he’s a little brutal just for you to pull his hair or scratch his skin at the pleasure. He likes to mess around too, not that he’ll tell you. He likes the way your gaze darkens when he acts innocent. He has his way.

Coming back to kiss you after almost eating your shoulder, one of his hands stays on your hip, encouraging you to move in a back and forth motion ; hoping he will not be the first one to ask for more. But deep down, he knows he won’t or else you wouldn’t almost be riding him already. You were the desperate one this time, but it’s ok. He likes to take care of you.

I hope you liked it ! ♡

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ssahotchnerr · 1 year

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Dbf!Hotch giving reader a massage and it gets very spicyyyy?(very smutty lmao) This is something I've been wanting a fic about for so long now😩😩. I love your writing btw!!

tension relief

cw; dbf!hotch and fem!reader, age gap, smut- unprotected sex, p in v, praise,

minors dni, wc: 1.2k

all characters within this are 18+

you frustratedly let out a sigh, rolling your neck slightly which resulted in a light crack.

you've been at it for a few hours now- the never-ending assignment it seemed. aaron always had an open invitation for you to come over, which you used to your advantage as much as possible. with both of your tedious schedules, and the sneaking around your parents, alone time was far fetched and in-between. so the second your night class let out for the night, you had hightailed it to his apartment.

you had schoolwork, he had his files, but the close proximity was more than you could ask for.

finally, aaron joined you in the living room. standing behind the chair you were occupying, he leaned down, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"come to bed angel." he murmured, turning his head to nip at your neck.

"i can't." you huffed out, your eyes locked on the screen in front of you. "i have to get this finished or else my professor will be on my ass."

"a break, then?" he continued to nuzzle his face into your neck, making a very good play at being distracting. "i'll give you a massage."

you craned your neck slightly, meeting his eyes. "you will?"

aaron nodded, kissing your lips now that he had the access. "you're tense." to prove his point, he brought his hands to your neck, kneading it. "can't you feel that?"

the pronounced knot in your shoulders rolled at the movements of his thumbs, causing a groan to escape your lips. it hurt, but the good kind; the tension seemingly lessening even at the short and minuscule attempt.

he placed a kiss on your shoulder, eyebrows raised knowingly. "so?"

you gave in. "please."

he offered you a hand, pulling you to your feet and guiding you down the hall to his bedroom. "shirt off and lay down for me sweetheart."

never one to hesitate, you followed his instructions, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it off to the side. you crawled onto his bed, laying stomach down, your hands nestled under your head.

aaron followed, straddling your thighs as he settled on top of you. he brushed away the hair splayed on your backside, his fingers trailing along your skin lightly. it started from your neck, down to your shoulders blades, and further down. he repeated the action a few times, simply enjoying the way your skin felt underneath him.

his fingertips traced downward to your bra, tapping on the the clasp gently before his fingers skimmed where the fabric met your back. "can i?"

after receiving the go ahead from you, he unhooked your bra, prompting you to lift an inch or two to slide the straps down your arms, mindlessly throwing it somewhere into his room afterward.

once your back was bare, a breath escaped him. "alright baby, i'm going to make you feel good. focus on me."

just as before, his hands found placement underneath the base of your neck, applying harsh pressure, but not enough to where it would actually be painful. he started there, gradually moving down your spine. he was consistent, his gentle touch gracing the surface of your skin and the muscles underneath. it didn't take long for the tension constrained in you to melt away, soft groans and his name falling from you.

"how's that feel?"

"amazing." you answered, your eyes closed as you thoroughly enjoyed the release of pressure and the weight of him covering you.

kisses began to follow his hands, his lips trailing downward along your backside. as if his previous touch hadn't already caused your body to light on fire, you were fully warm now. want was etched in your belly, and from the sight of you underneath him, and all the noises leaving your mouth, aaron was duly hard.

the massage was entirely foreplay, it was only a matter of time before one couldn't resist the other. you arched your back, attempting to quicken his agenda.

he chucked softly, placing open mouth kisses against your skin. "patience, sweetheart. i'm getting there."

true to his word, his featherlight touch continued to make patterns along the surface of your skin, arriving at the hem of your panties. he skillfully pulled them down your legs, exhaling at the sight of you.

"please." you whined, his hands cupping your ass, thumbs grazing the skin. you were nearly trembling with want, your arousal already dripping into his sheets.

aaron rid himself of his clothes, and while you attempted to turn to view him in his naked glory, however, he had other plans. he grabbed ahold of your hips, holding you in place.

"i think i'll keep you right here." he smirked, his tip teasingly running along your slick folds.

he entered you easily, a moan escaping your lips. he skillfully rocked into you a bit more with each thrust, nearly bringing your bottom half off his bed as result of his impeding force.

"fuck." you breathed out, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. the feeling of him inside you always felt brand new, no matter how many times you found yourself at his mercy. you were his perfect fit.

a moan came deep from aaron as well, his hands tightening their harsh hold on your hips. imprints of his fingers would surely bruise into your skin, and they were not unwelcome in the slightest. he leaned forward, his lips ever so brushing your shoulder blades. "you take me so well, you always have."

"more," you whimpered, the slick sounds of him driving into you filling the room. you wished you were laid on your back so you were able to view him- his pleasure struck face, the way his head always fell back as your walls gripped his cock, the place were the two of you met. "harder, please."

with another push, he bottomed out, hitting that place deep in you which made your toes curl. you reached back, finding his hand. he interlocked your fingers, bending your arm behind your back. this allowed him to drive into you with even more force, the extra support aiding.

his name escaped your lips, and you could feel the familiar coil within you daring to snap. without a second thought, you let go. tension had filled you the whole night, and you were desperate for release. you couldn't help but indulge in it the second it was present.

aaron continued his merciless actions, chasing his own high. his hips rolled into yours, his eyes trained on where he penetrated your core. the wave of his own orgasm shocked your body into another, whimpers and his name leaving you as you thrashed underneath him.

exhaling a breath, aaron collapsed next to you. his cock softened within you, but he didn't dare to leave you just yet. the feeling of the two of you connected, was something he wanted to savor as much as possible. likewise, you wanted to relish in the fullness, feeling complete and as if the two of you were one.

his hand inched forward to your abdomen, fingers leisurely wandering down to your core. "how's that tension now?" he whispered, his lips meandering from behind your ear to your jaw.

you laughed softly, affection building within your chest. in his arms, you felt nothing less than endlessly loved. "completely gone, and i have you to thank for that."

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds smut #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds drabble #criminal minds #aaron hotch x reader #dbf!hotch

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updownlately · 10 months

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every time you walk into the room (i’m speechless)

| leah williamson x reader | fluff | 1.9k | inspo: speechless by dan + shay | a/n: another req let's go! this one's been in the ask box for minute and it finally made it past the outline stage! twas a fun one to write! s/o to this anon for the req! i hope i did it justice! this is the outfit inspo for leah btw!

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You loved your girlfriend, you really did, but sometimes moments like these really tested your patience. She sometimes really tested your patience.

“Leah, love, for the sake of football, any chance that we could head out before the world cup starts?” You shouted up the stairs, hoping the other girl could hear you clearly.

The two of you had been invited out with the team, just a nice little get together to celebrate the end of the season before everyone parted ways to prepare with their individual national teams. It wasn’t much really, just a dinner that had the possibility of migrating to a bar or club, but nothing outwardly crazy.

You and Leah had started getting ready a while ago, you getting dressed much earlier due to Leah wanting to kick you out of your shared closet and room, something about a surprise and a kiss promising she wouldn’t be too long distracting you from complaining.

So here you were, sitting at your kitchen island for the past forty-ish minutes or so, resignedly waiting for the blonde to finally come down. Some time between the doom-scroll of Instagram and then TikTok, your mind had been severely sidetracked, the sweet aroma of your girlfriend’s favourite perfume floating down the stairs, overwhelming your sense in the best way possible, and for a while you hadn’t minded how long she was taking.

Now though? A little under half-an-hour away from the designated time for the dinner, you were beginning to worry whether you’d make it on time, well aware that London traffic and parking would be a pain to navigate.

Getting no response from earlier, you tried once more, leniency wearing thin.

Hand running across your face in a vain effort to relax, careful not to mess up your hair, you called out a bit gentler this time. “Leah we gotta leave soon otherwise we’re gonna be late!”

This time you got lucky, the frenzied voice of the defender carrying through the hallway and down the stairs.

“I’ll be down in five! Almost done, I swear…just got my hair left!”

Quietly groaning to yourself, you threw your head back, aware that five minutes weren’t going to be just five minutes.

“I heard that!”

“And yet you didn’t hear my first call! Love you too babe!”

Shaking your head and taking a deep breath, you fiddled with your keys in front of you, getting antsy with every minute that passed.

All you really wanted to do was see your girlfriend dressed up, admire her, and head out to enjoy your night with your teammates turned friends, something you were immensely excited for and therefore eager to attend to. All this waiting wasn’t doing you any good, the restlessness taking up home in your bones, jitteriness becoming ever present.

It seemed that luck was on your side though, when only about seven minutes later you could hear the defender approaching the top of the stairs. Murmuring a quiet thanks into the air, you rose from your seat, heading to the landing, hoping to usher Leah to the car quickly and head out.

Approaching the bottom steps though, you couldn’t help but stop in your tracks, the sight that awaited you when the blonde walked down the stairs making you glad you waited.

Your mouth falling agape, adoration pouring in your veins, you couldn’t help but stare.

“I-…Leah…baby…” You tried, words not seeming to fall past your lips, at least none that would do justice to just how beautiful she looked standing there ahead of you.

Blinking, mind short-circuiting, you stood there stunned, speechless.

Leah wasn’t going to lie, she had expected this reaction from you, with the number of times she had already witnessed it in the past. Yet, each time it didn’t fail to cause her to blush gently, your love for her always surprising her, making her appreciate you just a little more.

Head ducking down, biting back a smile, Leah’s soft voice wrapped around you. “What do you think? Worth the wait?”

“Uh-“ Swallowing hard, you tried to regain your bearings, praying for your internal gay panic to stop for long enough to allow you to form at least one coherent sentence. Letting your eyes trace over her stunning form, you tried once again.

“Shit.”

“That bad?” Leah couldn’t help but tease you, aware that you meant it in awe, yet not willing to pass the opportunity to annoy you.

“Leah…okay fuck. Shit. Fucking hell.” You threw your head back, eyes closing at your nervousness at seeing your girl dressed up.

You could feel the blonde’s eyebrows raise in amusement at your words, not needing to look at her to feel her smiling, yet you did, bringing your gaze back down, not wanting it to leave her for even a second.

“What happened to being late for dinner?”

“Babe…” you whined. “You absolutely cannot be asking me that after you come down looking like that!” Finally finding your ability to talk, you continued. “Literally not at all fair. Not one bit. Did you even think about me? Or the other girls? How, tell me how are we supposed to stay focused on dinner when you look so gorgeous?”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you eagerly stepped forward to close the gap between you two. Opening and closing your mouth a few times again, you searched for better words to express how you were feeling.

“My god…”

“Yes I’m real, and yeah, I don’t know how you managed to pull me either to be honest.”

Head shaking in amusement, you reached out to the blue-eyed angel. “You’re so cocky y’know, out here thinking you can read my mind.”

“Am I wrong?” The cheeky reply not taking more than a second to slip past Leah’s lips.

“You know you aren’t. It makes it so much worse.” Grinning you let your eyes trace over her outfit for the umpteenth time.

You weren’t sure how Leah managed to make everything she wore look so amazing, but she did, especially the suits that she wore, like she was now. There was just something about the way that the cropped blouse and tan suit had you in awe, her wavy hair and makeup complimenting it ever so perfectly, the world’s most elegant model, here in your arms.

Taking a deep breath in, your eyes widened once the realisation that she was yours hit you again. “Seriously though…no words. I’d tell you you look beautiful but I don’t think that even begins to cover it.”

Your words had Leah blushing even harder, ocean eyes shyly meeting yours.

“I’m so serious babe. I know I say it every time but you genuinely blow me away with how lovely you look. Out here leaving me at a loss for words really.”

Stepping back just a tad bit, you raised your intertwined hands above your head, wrist turning enough to wordlessly tell Leah to spin around slowly.

“God I’m gonna marry you one day…” The words slipped out of your mouth, heart speaking faster than your mind could comprehend.

Leah stopped in her tracks at your words, slowly finishing her turn before looking at you intently. “You mean that?”

This time it was your turn to blush, cursing yourself for being so lovesick.

Seeing the truly concerned look in the midfielder’s eyes though, you decided to double down.

Shrugging, pulling Leah closer by her waist, you eased her mind.

“Yeah. You've had me wrapped around your little finger since the day we met. Still have me in a daze most days. In fact, you said it yourself, I genuinely can’t believe I managed to get you and so I’d be honoured to love you for as long as I can, forever hopefully.”

The look that she gave you at your words had your heart bursting in joy. Eyes shining with love, a gentle smile on her face, Leah looked at you like you were her whole world (because you were- she didn’t know what she’d do if she lost you).

“Promise?”

“Pinky promise. And you know we can’t break those.”

Interlocking your pinkies, you brought your joined hands up to your lips, placing a tender kiss on the back of her hand before dropping it down.

Becoming aware that you had already spent long enough in your apartment and not enough on the streets though, (not that you would ever mind spending time with Leah) you decided to suggest finally heading out, only having ten minutes to make the twenty minute trip now.

Tugging Leah closer to you, you placed a kiss on her lips before stepping back and giving her another once over and then a playful wink.

“As much as I'd love to stay here with you, Katie and Beth would absolutely kill us if we skipped out on tonight. So, before we get any more late, shall we head out pretty girl?”

Nodding and letting you lead the way, Leah followed you out the door, smiling to herself at your actions. She knew you were extremely punctual, not one to ever be late if it was in your control. Yet, in moments like these, you’d always make the time to appreciate her, to love her, and she couldn’t adore you more for it if she tried.

It wasn't a secret how much the pair of you loved each other, endless teasing from all your friends (and sometimes family) adequate proof of that. Yet in stolen seconds like these, where it felt like you two were the only ones in the world, in the cozy bubble of your love, nothing ever felt greater, nothing ever felt more important. Not to you and most definitely not to Leah.

The English captain knew that she'd spend forever with you if she could, the idea of loving you, of marrying you having always been a question of 'when' rather than 'if'.

So if on the drive there, she silently planned your guys’ wedding in her head, you didn’t have to know. And if she spent a good chunk of that planning thinking about what wedding outfit would best leave you speechless, more than she had ever made you thus far, you most definitely didn’t have to know. After all, while her beauty left you tongue-tied, your love for her, all of her, left her at a loss for words, nothing but warmth coursing in her veins, a permanent blush on her cheeks.

And when you both arrived indisputably late, nearly half an hour past the designated time, and the teasing from your teammates was directed at you, you couldn’t help but shrug, declaring your love for her and ignoring the impending comments of 'whipped' headed your way.

“Leah looking at me dressed like that? There’s my weakness. She can take as much time as she needs to get ready. Hell, I made us late in fact. Really though, anything she says tonight, I agree with,” you joked, adoration and mirth filling your eyes.

It really was safe to say that it wasn't a secret how much you two loved each other, especially when all it took was her walking into the room for you to fall in love all over again.

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ink-n-shadowfiction · 8 months

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I'm thinking too much about Ghost these days DAMN

but just, how would he react to the reader taking out anger on him? For example, reader throws a tantrum over some quest and ends up unintentionally attacking Ghost or herself 😬

I'm using the translator btw, English is not my native language so sorry for any mistakes, hope your day is going well :))

omg no worries! hope your day is amazing as well, anon <3

I DO HAVE A HEADCANON FOR THIS THOUGH, SO GET READY >:)

ghost is most definitely the kind of guy who finds your anger lowkey amusing (or sexy)? like he'd have a smirk on his face, arms crossing over his chest while he's watching you pacing angrily in front of him. he'd let out a soft chuckle, which only serves to anger you further.

"what, you think this is funny, simon?" you'd stop pacing to face him fully, mirroring his body language by crossing your own arms across your chest and jutting your chin up to stare angrily into his eyes. "you just cost us this mission, and you're standing there laughing?"

ghost's head would cock to the side, his eyes slow and unblinking behind his mask as he shrugged his shoulders. "s'really not that big of a deal, sweetheart. you're losing your head over nuthin'. we got the intel, didn't we?"

and then you'd probably say something about wanting to slap the smirk you know is under his mask off of his face, and he'd chuckle once more.

"you wanna hit me, doll? go ahead. get it outta your system." ghost would uncross his arms to leave his chest open, his head tilting once more in an inviting gesture.

your eyebrows would furrow for a moment, bringing you out of your anger briefly. but then, it would flare up again at the sound of ghost's amused laugh, and you pounded a fist against the bulletproof vest he was wearing.

it went on like that for a few moments, your fists colliding against his chest as you let out puffs of angry air and mumbled bitter words. but ghost would just stand there, an amused look in his eyes as he absorbed every (albeit weak) fist to his chest.

once your hands stopped, resting on his chest weakly as you fought to breathe, ghost would place a hand on the back of your head and force your eyes up to his. "y'done now?" after your soft nod, ghost would hum as he lifted up his balaclava just enough to expose his pink lips to you, that shit-eating smirk still plastered on his lips. "good, 'cuz that little tantrum of yours got my mind thinkin' some bad thoughts, sweetheart."

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noiryinn · 15 days

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can i request a kunigami x male reader? i dont have anything like a plot in my mind , but maybe a very shy/insecure , artist reader?

focus

pairing(s): kunigami rensuke x shy!male reader

summary: you and kunigami get paired up for a school project, only problem was, you had a big crush on him.

warnings: none!

word count: 3.9k

a/n: ofc! thanks for the ask! i’ll do my best. this is so bad plus i don't rlly know his personality that great so this is probably ooc. sorry it took so long! i had school and other things to work on (btw this is so rushed i wrote this in like 2 days...)

you tapped your foot anxiously on the ground. you had to work in pairs for a project…honestly, you’d rather work alone, but the teacher already said no. you were hoping you got someone good. yet, luck seemed to have other plans as your name was heard alongside kunigami's, the guy you had the biggest crush on.

‘okay, just don’t stutter…act nervous…oh what the hell im gonna do both of those things!’ you thought. you were panicking in your seat when you saw him walk over to you. well, his build was certainly bigger up close. you studied his physique, it’d probably be pretty nice to draw. he was certainly way more attractive up close. you were lost in your thoughts when you heard a voice.

“hey, l/n, you good?” you snapped out of your thoughts "uh, y-yeah, I guess… I mean, let's just start, right?" you said, your voice quavering. you seriously couldn’t focus at all. it was horrible! how would you pass this stupid class if you kept staring at him? you forced yourself to stop and finally do your work.

you talked a bit stiffly, but you couldn't help it. you could tell kunigami was trying to make a bit of conversation, but it often led to an awkward nod or "yeah" from you. you were typing on your laptop, researching for the project when you head your name.

"mind if i ask you something, l/n?" kunigami looked straight in your eyes. the eye contact almost made you sweat a bit and you tried looking everywhere but him. "y-yeah...go ahead." you said sheepishly. "do you not like me? you seem a bit distant." a small frown tugged at his lips. you felt a knot form in your stomach as kunigami's question hung in the air, lingering like a heavy cloud. his auburn eyes stared into yours. "no, it's not that I don't like you," you replied hastily, your words stumbling over eachother. "i mean, you're a great partner and all. it's just…uhm…nevermind."

you busied yourself with your laptop, pretending to focus on the project while desperately trying to avoid kunigami's penetrating gaze. but despite your efforts to push him away, you couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt that gnawed at your conscience. kunigami sighed, but you could feel his expression softening. "it’s fine if you don’t want to say anything," he said gently, his voice was reassuring. "didn't mean to put you on the spot or anything, just making sure things are cool with us." you nodded, glad that he didn't outright hate you.

you continued working on the project, there was a lingering tension in the air. but something about it felt different, it was intense yet comforting at the same time. you couldn't help but steal a quick few glances at him. you noticed the way he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration as he typed on his own laptop. his hands swiftly navigating the keyboard. but you quickly realized you'd been staring too long and looked away, a blush tinting your cheeks.

the afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the familiar path you took home every day, but today, something felt different. as you prepared to make your way home, a voice broke through the ambient noise, pulling you from your thoughts. turning around, you were met with the sight of kunigami jogging towards you, his features softened by a small smile that seemed to light up his face.

"hey, l/n," his voice, calm and inviting, reached your ears, surprising you with its warmth. "mind if I walk you home?" his words hung in the air, unexpected yet strangely welcomed, sending a flutter of anticipation through you. your cheeks flushed with warmth at the unexpected offer, caught off guard by kunigami's gesture. after a brief moment of hesitation, you nodded, a mix of nerves and curiosity bubbling up inside you.

with each step, the world around you seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the gentle rustle of leaves overhead and the rhythmic sound of your footsteps. the occasional brush of your arms sent a thrill down your spine. you stole glances at kunigami, wanting to bridge the silence with conversation but finding yourself at a loss for words.

eventually, you couldn't contain the restless thoughts swirling in your mind any longer. fidgeting with your hands, you finally broke the silence with a hesitant apology. "uh...sorry if i seemed distant. i just get nervous pretty quickly..." your words hung in the air, tinged with uncertainty. kunigami's response was reassuring, his understanding demeanor easing the tension that had coiled in your chest. "it's no worries, i totally understand," he reassured, his voice a soothing balm to your nerves. "but just so you know, you don't have to feel nervous around me. we're partners, right? and… friends, maybe?" his words held some hope, a glimmer of possibility that stirred something within you.

with a small smile, you nodded in agreement, the weight of his offer settling comfortably in your heart. "yeah, friends," you replied with a soft smile. the conversation flowed effortlessly between you. before you knew it, you had reached your doorstep, the realization of parting bringing a twinge of reluctance.

"i'll give you my number if you want to work on the project together or even hang out," he offered, blinking in surprise, you processed his offer before accepting with a nod of gratitude. "what? uh, yeah! sure..." your voice trailed off, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you handed him your phone, eager to exchange contact information.

as kunigami inputted his number into your phone, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up inside you. with a final wave goodbye, he disappeared down the path, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the screen displaying his contact details. you sunk onto the couch, you stared at the screen for what felt like an eternity, the weight of possibility settling over you like a comforting blanket. it was like a dream.

the next day had a more comfortable atmosphere. you found yourself working really well with him. you tried not to show that you were still giddy from getting his number. it was like a dream. you totally scored! “did you find anything for slide 5?” you asked, trying to ease your mind, “uh, not yet. i’ll get on it after i finish this real quick.”

you continued working on the project, every now and then, you took quick glances at kunigami, who seemed engrossed in his own task. kunigami would ask for your input on certain aspects, and you found yourself opening up more, expressing your ideas and thoughts. you admired him, not just for his intellect and dedication to the project, but also for his patience and understanding towards you.

eventually, as the class drew to a close, you both managed to finish a good amount of the project. with a sigh of relief, you leaned back in your chair, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over you. kunigami turned towards you with a smile, a genuine one that reached his eyes. "thanks for your help, l/n. i don't think i could've done it without you," he said sincerely, breaking the tension that had been lingering between you two. you couldn't help but return his smile, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. "no problem, kunigami. we make a pretty good team," you replied, genuinely meaning it.

you left the class satisfied with the work you completed. you thought about what you'd do next. as you left the class, the weight of the day's interactions lingered in your mind. you couldn't deny the chemistry you had with kunigami, despite the initial awkwardness, there was an ease when you two interacted. you walked down the hallway, lost in thought, you heard someone calling your name. turning around, you saw kunigami walking up to you, a friendly look on his face.

"hey, l/n, wait up!" he called out, his voice carrying over the bustling noise of the hallway. you slowed your pace, waiting for him to catch up. "hey, kunigami," you greeted, "what's up?" he walked beside you, hands in his pockets. "just thinking. the deadline for the project is pretty near and we might not finish it by then, you mind grabbing some coffee or something and working there?" you could barely contain your excitement. "yeah, sounds good. this weekend sound good?" he nodded before saying "great, i know a good café nearby that we can go to."

the weekend came by quicker than you expected and the deadline was wednesday. you put on a casual outfit and started to go to the café's address. you nervously adjusted the strap of your bag and kept checking it if you forgot anything. soon, you found yourself standing outside the café, kunigami already there. "glad you could make it, l/n" he greeted, "let's get started, hm?" you nodded before you two settled in a cozy corner booth.

the two of you wasted no time getting started. only after a few minutes papers and other things were sprawled all over the table and you two were locked in. you saw how he was always intensely focused whenever he worked on things. you admired it. the way he always did things so effortlessly...he definitely wasn't some jock, that's what. you told yourself that over and over again, it made you feel slightly guilty of your initial thought of him. you shook those thoughts out of your head though as you had to focus on the project. you couldn't let him do all the work, could you?

soon hours passed by, but they seemed like mere minutes when you were with him. kunigami made time pass by fast, and you two finished a good chunk of work. sure, there was a lot more to do, but it was still a decent amount. you laughed at his jokes, sure, they were a bit corny, nonetheless they still made you chuckle. you found yourself opening up to him slowly, you talked about small bits of your childhood, some stories, your family. he seemed to actually enjoy listening to you too. he shared some things about him as well. things seemed to be easing up between you and kunigami, and it felt nice. yet, you two had to go home at some point. so you waved goodbye and made your way back home.

all night you thought about your day, but it was mostly about kunigami. it made you a bit frustrated on how much you unwillingly thought about him. it was like he haunted your every waking. you thought about his smile, his personality, how he looked, pretty much every aspect of him. it kept you up at night. you really tried to stop it but you were unable to. that didn't stop you from acting like a middle school girl with a crush though. honestly, it was kinda pathetic.

you were helping one of the teachers when you spotted him. there he was. kunigami and his circle of friends. he seemed to radiate, in a sense, it drew your attention like a magnet. you caught his eye for a brief moment, and he flashed you a warm smile, causing your heart to flutter rapidly. you quickly averted your gaze, feeling a blush that you couldnt hide creep up your cheeks. what was happening to you? why were you so affected by his simple gesture? you shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts, and focused on grabbing the stuff out of your locker.

with a sigh, you closed your locker and headed to your next class. you remembered that you needed to work on the art and drawings of the physical part of the assignment. the presentation was nearly done, you only had to work on the tri-fold. you were more than happy to do them, but presenting them was a different story. you were sketching the drawings on a piece of paper, but none of them felt right. you were about to scrap what felt like the 100th drawing when kunigami sat next to you. "something wrong? you look a bit stressed" he asked as he looked at you with concern.

"it's just...i can't seem to get these drawings right." you looked down at the paper with a slight frown, "how about you try drawing a different angle of it? the proportions seem a bit off when drawn like this." he suggested, leaning in to get a better look. the proximity made your heart race, you could faintly smell his shampoo, a fresh, citrusy scent lingered in the air. "uh...yeah. maybe that's what i need..." you replied, unable to focus on anything but how close you were.

with his help, you managed to create a set of drawings that you both were satisfied by. "you're amazing, l/n! they're really great." he said in awe as he looked at the drawings. "you think so?" you felt a bit shy from the compliment, "of course i do, you're super talented." kunigami replied genuinely. the praise made a wave of euphoria rush through you and you felt a sense of pride in your work. for the rest of the class, you two goofed off. since there was little left to finish you two had the freedom to. "hey, how about tomorrow we meet up in the library after school? we can make final alterations there." he recommended. "sounds great.

the next day came by quicker than you thought, you practically spent the whole day trying to avoid him, but it seemed like fate had other plans. you walked into the library, looking around until you spotted him. kunigami was already waiting for you. "great, you're here. let's make the finishing touches, shall we?" he greeted, and gestured for you to take the seat in front of him. you nodded and settled yourself into the seat, hoping everything was perfect.

you were fixing up the drawings on the tri-fold when a thought crossed your mind. what if everyone made fun of you? what if they hated the drawings? you started doubting your abilities as you stared at the drawings.. you were fidgeting with your hands before kunigami said something, “you nervous?” he asked, you nodded in return, “i’m sure you’ll be fine, don’t sweat it.” kunigami beamed before patting your back reassuringly. a light tint of pink dusted your face, but you ignored it.

every time he glanced at you, your stomach did flips. you often looked at kunigami out of the corner of your eye when you thought he wasn't looking, studying the curve of his jawline, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. it was like noticing the details of a masterpiece for the first time, and you couldn't tear your gaze away. to you, kunigami felt like a muse, an abstract piece that you couldn't understand at first glance. you needed to know more.

"kunigami?" your voice squeaked a bit. he turned to you signaling he was paying attention. "you think....we're gonna do good?'" kunigami's gaze softened as he met your eyes, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "absolutely, l/n," he replied, his voice filled with confidence. "we've put in a lot of hard work and dedication into this project. i have no doubt that we're going to do great." you looked hesitant for a moment before nodding, "…yeah, we'll do great." you seemed to be reassuring yourself more than him.

the presentation day approached way too fast for your liking. the night before, you barely got a wink of sleep thinking about presenting. it was horrible. when you arrived at school, it didn't get any better. you felt jittery and on edge. you checked your bag, adjusted the strap, checked the time. you tried running lines in your head but everything went blank. not good, so not good. what if you two got a bad grade? and it was because of you? all these thoughts rushed to your head. a knot formed in your stomach and you felt sick.

you walked to class each step your heart pounded in your ears louder and louder. the weight on your shoulders felt heavy. you opened the door, your hands shaking. you saw kunigami in the classroom. he waved you over, but he seemed to realize something was wrong. "something wrong? are you feeling nervous?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "it's just— i don't know...i can't help it." you admitted, unable to meet his eye. "even if we did do all of this hard work, i just can't seem to control my nerves..." you sighed in defeat. your mouth felt dry and there was a lump in your throat.

you kept looking at the ground until you felt his hands on your shoulders. kunigami's touch was surprisingly comforting, his warm hands grounding you in the moment. "it's okay to feel nervous," he reassured softly, his voice a soothing melody amidst the chaos of your thoughts. "but remember, we've prepared for this. we've worked hard together, and whatever happens, we'll face it together, alright?" something about his voice drew you to look up at him. and it gave you the tiniest, smallest bit of confidence that you needed. "...right,"

"thanks for helping me—" it was then when you snapped out of your thoughts and you realized he was still holding your shoulders. still stupidly close. that familiar scent of citrus filled your senses. you took a moment to gather your thoughts, time felt like it stood still. the world around you faded into the background as you locked eyes with him. you admired his features for what? the hundredth time? he seemed to realize that he was still holding your shoulders too, as he let go with a faint reddish hue to his face.

"yeah, it's nothing." kunigami said as he averted your gaze. you two gathered your composure and sat down, you couldn't shake off that warm feel of his hands though. that was quickly interrupted though as the teacher randomly called a random pair to present. someone was testing you, because it had to be your pair. you cursed under your breath and stood up shakily, slowly walking to the front with presentation in hand.

you looked at everyone, their gazes fixed on you. you felt their eyes stare into your very existence, waiting for you to say something and mess up. you glanced at kunigami, he was already looking at you. he made a 'go on, i believe in you' face. you gulped and decided to suck it up.

your voice started off shaky, but it slowly turned out to be steady as you continued. you found a rhythm that worked and you spoke more loudly and confidently. soon, kunigami chimed in and took it from there temporarily. the hours spent researching and working on this project really paid off, as the class seemed interested in what you had to say. the teacher made a few satisfying looks as she typed on her laptop, writing notes and grading.

after a lot of talking and questions, you were done with the presentation. you stood there a bit shocked when everyone clapped for you and made small, positive comments. you exchanged looks at kunigami and he seemed proud. "you did great, i told you you could do it," he nudged you. "...yeah. sorry for ever doubting us." you said lightheartedly.

you two made it back to your seats, after a bit of hesitation and thinking you said something, "hey, do you...want to meet in the library after school friday?" you whispered to him, not wanting to get into trouble. "oh? what for? we got another presentation?" he asked jokingly. "no, it's something else," you chuckled, "just...to hangout, and uh, stuff." you tried making an excuse. really, you wanted to spend time with him. maybe even confess your feelings, but you weren't quite ready to admit that yet. kunigami's expression softened into a warm smile, and he nodded eagerly. "yeah, that sounds great. i'd love to hang out," he replied, his eyes sparkling with genuine enthusiasm. "let me know the time, and i'll be there."

maybe this was your chance to get to know him better outside of school. "awesome, i'll text you the details later," you said, trying to play it cool. as the day went on, you couldn't shake off the feeling of excitement from the successful presentation and kunigami's agreement to hang out. the thought of spending more time with him made your heart flutter. you found it hard to concentrate on your other classes, your mind wandering to what your hangout could result in.

friday came, and you waited in the library for kunigami. you were stuck thinking if you were actually going to confess or not. you were probably going to make a complete fool out of yourself, but something in you nagged that you always ran away from things. maybe you should go through with this, just say it, as simple as that...but you were totally panicking. if he said yes, it would be totally awesome, but if he said no, you'd actually never show your face at school again. so you were stuck, then a genius idea came to mind. flip a coin. yeah, that would decide what would happen.

'heads for yes, tails for no' you said to yourself. you kinda hoped it would be tails, but luck seemed to hate you and you got heads. 'oh screw it, what's the worst that can happen?' you thought. you were zoned out when you saw a familiar sight of orange walking in. "sorry i'm late, i had some things to do" kunigami rubbed the back of his head. "no worries i just got here anyways..." you fidgeted with your hands. he took the seat in front of you. and for a bit, you talked casually, until you decided to spill it out.

your heart raced as you summoned the courage to speak the words that had been weighing heavily on your mind. "kunigami?" you began, "yeah?" he responded, turning his attention to you with a curious expression. "i know this is kinda random, but…" you trailed off, feeling a flush creeping up your neck. "but i like you, i think—" you mumbled "no, i know i like you...you're like really cool, and nice, and it's kinda like— i don't know..." you sighed, your words sounded like nonsense.

"please just wait for me...until i can actually say it without just— just messing up so much" you continued, squeezing your eyes shut. your face felt hot and you didn't know what to say anymore until you felt a familiar warmth on your hands. the feeling making your eyes open to look at him.

he had the same expression as always. yet, he looked a bit awkward, "sorry if i seem uncomfortable, i can't take compliments that well, it's not your fault." he chuckled nervously as he rubbed circles on your hand, "but really, it's fine. i'll wait for you, for however long you need," kunigami paused, "what i'm saying is, i like you too." you stared at him, shocked. "really?" your voice was barely above a whisper. "yeah. so, confess to me again when you're ready, alright?" it all felt like a dream to you, was this real? "alright" you said, this time more confident.

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gingergofastboatsmojito · 30 days

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The Sydcarmy dynamic

I just had this chat with OOMF and whilst I've been posting about Carmy because it's easier for me to get into his headspace, I never really went over their dynamic before here. I definitely have in my fics and while watching and re-watching the show for the past 3 months. Because that's how long it's been since I discovered The Bear, 3 months only, I started watching it on New Year's Eve while I was getting dressed to go to this party and by January 1st I had finished S2. That's what this show did to my head.

So, let's get into it!

From my perspective, the Sydcarmy choreography is the following:

The real Carmy is this aloof guy who only REALLY listens to Syd when she's distressed. And only then he gets his shit together for her.

He pushes all her buttons first (when he's the distressed one, he shuts down, he changes the rules).

And only then he behaves for a while, to get on her good side again. But then the real Carmy strikes again. And it’s an endless cycle of push and pull.

However, Syd secretly enjoys this because she sees this as:

"Awww he’s willing to change for me, for us ❤️".

“He’s shitty but he’s also trying and imma help him! Awww”.

And she’s right. He is trying and he can certainly be shitty.

And he is changing because of her, because of them. That's his arc.

And he pays her back by being the only person other than her father with whom she can be her vulnerable self.

She doesn’t allow herself to be truly vulnerable with anyone else.

She can let go of her G Woman mask in front of him knowing that he will never use that against her. Ever. That’s why they help each other.

They support each other in this journey of him being less shitty and she being more vulnerable. That is what makes them stronger. They are stronger together and that is why things fall apart when they are not together and that is why they will keep coming back to each other no matter how far apart they drift at different points of this journey. They will always gravitate towards one another because they "existentially" need and choose each other to grow. They basically push each other in the right direction. That is why they acknowledged that they make each other better. They are finally getting themselves to admit it! YAY! That's progress.

Their relationship is not based on love, respect, or even friendship but on trust. The rest comes later for them, as a consequence of the latter.

That’s why they are loyal to each other and when Claire was around Syd felt betrayed.

It wasn't jealousy. Not all of it, it was more than that.

It was loyalty, territorial loyalty.

She doesn’t wanna share because that threatens his loyalty, not necessarily because she’s jealous of Claire. She also feels jealousy, yes, but not consciously, anyway... because she is nowhere ready to admit yet that she has feelings for Carmy in a way a business partner shouldn't. She's not there yet. And he has recently gotten to that point, after the panic attack. So, basically, they are not there yet. I go over that here.

What Syd didn't know and it's a game changer, btw, was that Carmy was never “loyal” to Claire. He was just with Claire as a sublimation. Let me explain:

He was projecting. All the things he didn't allow himself to feel or do with Syd, he was projecting onto Claire.

That’s why at first he was reticent but when he realized he could do this with Claire, he was game! And finally, let Claire in. She had to fight her way in, he wasn't necessarily inviting at first. We all know how that turned out though... Not his brightest moment.

Now Carmy is ahead of the curve, compared to Sydney. He already had his realization/Eureka! moments during and post-panic attack and the walk-in moment, both catalytic.

Syd on the other hand, has a longer way to go in terms of self-awareness. That's why on the surface she seems to be keeping things more together. She is, for now. But she will have her walk-in moment too or some kind of trigger that will force her to deal with what she's been burying under a pile of excuses and rationalizations that serve her status-quo purposes, as mere defense mechanisms. Because the change will not come willingly, it will be forced and it probably won't be pretty.

They have that in common and it's also part of their dynamic → Taking things to a breaking point before moving forward, before LETTING IT RIP.

#sydcarmy #the bear #the bear fx #the bear hulu #syd x carmen #carmy berzatto #carmy x sydney #sydney adamu #GINGERPOVS

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livewithyura · 3 months

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you may have just written the perfect smut….. So you have inspired me: Dating Tekken 6/blood vangance Jin Sfw and Nsfw headcanons

Tekken 6 Jin x Fem Reader! Headcanon ! ✦( sfw/nsfw )

Pairing : Tekken 6 Jin/Fem reader .

Warning : MINOR DNI , NSFW.

Answer : OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH! I was embarrassed by myself while writing smut , thank you for that words! That's a hard request since Tekken 6 Jin is a TOTAL JERK! But I also think he has that 'twisted' kindness in him since he's born to be a Kazama child! Hope you enjoy anon , I'm not that expert in writing and I tried so hard to keep him in character. I hope I done your request nicely .

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ REQUEST OPEN! [ ALL TEKKEN CHARACTERS ]

Information about request : Sorry! I will try to do it faster! I have a history exam in next week so just put it in my inbox I will make sure to make it. But don't worry I will try to do one or 2 in a day . I just organize my time for my writing so you guys can still request! Btw all of the request are so good! probably will make it!

SFW !

Jin's love language's totally 'act of service' . He's not good at paraphrasing his own words . He also believes that actions speak louder than words . You always find yourself receiving a bouquet of flower and Your comfort food at your own table . He will also write 'it reminded me of you' on a sticky notes .

He's a frickin CEO of a big military company , he must be rich asf but he never admit it . He always hands you his black card as casually as if he were giving you a piece of paper. He also will spoil you too much . He will bring you to a lavish restaurant and shopping trip just to spoils you .

You receive a gifts almost everyday . Expensive jewelry , a big ass teddy bear , flowers .

Yes, at one point, you mentioned your love for reading books, and he went ahead and bought the book café just for you.. "You know the book café from street 191?" "Yes...wait...DON'T TELL ME YOU JUST--" "It's yours now" "EH WHY?" "Princess , I tell you It's yours now . Don't let me repeat myself"

You can order a coffee or other beverages for free and read a latest popular book in there .

He will also act like he's busy with work . But thinking the fact you will go alone is much WORSE .

"Jin...I thought you have a business call?" "the meeting wrapped up early , I kinda bored so I'm here to be with you . Please appreciate my effort as I willingly to join your stupid shopping spree" Meanwhile his inner monologue : [I hurried over as soon as possible because I care about you, damn it.

"Stupid shopping spree..? If you don't want to be here then it's okay? I don't ask you to be here , you can rest" "For you [Y/N], I would rather be bored 'here' than being alone without you"

More textual evidence that shows he's actually care for you Whenever you're leaving his side while choosing clothes, he goes into a frenzy trying to find you. "Please search for [Y/N]," he immediately instructs his bodyguard to locate you.

"I'm right here dude" "god dammit [Y/N]" after that , you will make fun of him .

Yes , you're his pet . But whenever you're mad or hurt he will switch up and be your pet . "Do you want anything princess?" "Are you sick? You don't eat the dessert that I bought for you , tell me what's wrong?" He will positioned himself below you whenever you're sick or mad at him .

This man would prefer to endure an awkward conversation with you than be separated from you.

He always invite you to his office whenever you're free . "So..Jin..what do you want?" "Just stay"

He rent a penthouse just for you two to hangout , the penthouse symbolize the sense of comfort in himself . He becomes incredibly open about himself when he's in that penthouse with you.

He will have a shower with you , sitting in the bath up and caresses your body/hair/face "Even when you're being incredibly annoying....I still love...I will always come back to you.." He said that while stroking your wet hair .

He will put you into bed , "Can we just spend the entire night..with you on top of me...princess?"

Also , he will picks you up with his motorcycle . "Hop on , princess. I will take you far away from here...if you don't mind?" He will leave a slight smirk while looking at you . "So evil" That's the words that entertain him .

NSFW ! [ MINOR DNI ]

He's dominant , he want to be on top of you , bullying your sweet little cunt with his huge cock . He always remind you , your place when he's in charge . "Who do you belong to , princess?" "You"

He enjoys public sex but not too much , he still want a privacy . He loves the fact that you try to not make noise while his cock bury in your tight little cunt . He loves to fuck you in his office and um his HELICOPTER . [ whenever he's alone , he ask Nina to leave him with you in his helicopter ]

He also don't care when he's on the phone , He will fuck your pussy anyways . "This is Jin" He picks up the phone while his dick's still inside of you continue to fuck while he discussing his business with Nina or Eddy .

"Where's your panties , sweet little thing? My sweet princess really want to cum in my private helicopter hm?" He said that while circling your clits while his hand firmly grasps your chin.

He loves to see you playing with yourself , he bought a toy just for you to play with it . Watching you fucking yourself with his toy that he bought for you just send him into paradise . "Yes princess , cum for me" he said that while his eyes ogling your body .

Whenever you're not with him , he will make you wear a vibrator . You think it's hot so you just agree with it until you clit is swollen and wet because of it . Finally you face him in his office "Lift up your skirt , princess " He will remove it if you're not comfortable with it . He will apologize seeing your pussy being wet because of the vibrator . "Sorry princess , how was your day?"

He loves to place you on his lap , make you riding his lap while he bounce you on his leg . "Say the magic words princess"

Then he will make you hop on his cock .

Oh this man love spanking you but only when you're disobeying him . "Count for me princess" then he start to spank your ass while your entire body on his lap . "I don't know this spanking session can make your cunt this wet , princess"

He don't like to breed you or cum inside you .

Instead , he will cum on your face . "Ah...Such a messy princess"

★ Written by @livewithyura Why you want to copy this crap? I also take inspiration from my fav romance novel . You can reblog and share !

#tekken #tekken x reader #jin kazama #tekken x y/n #tekken fanfic #tekken smut #tekken fanfiction #jin kazama x reader

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dancingwithreality · 9 months

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an idea p.g.10 part.2

gif not mine!

pairings: pierre gasly x fem!reader; friends to lovers

word count: 4.68k

summary: feelings are springing up everywhere, and suddenly your friendship doesnt really feel like just a friendship anymore.

a/n: very poorly translated french please bear with me, yes i referenced a song because its currently (and constantly) playing in my mind. reader is french btw dont know if it was obvious with the whole childhood friends thing but just wanted to state it. not betaread so if theres any typos, english isnt my first language and i wrote this only at night so, good luck.

please do not take my work! enjoy and interact!

YOU STOOD IN FRONT of his door as he leaned against the frame, you didn't really know what to say right away, clearly not thinking enough before acting.

'Hey,' you started but completely lost all words, what were you doing here?

'Everything okay?' Pierre tilted his head to the right, looking at you inquisitively.

'Yeah, yeah! Just uh, tired.' You tried not to look at him too hard, lest you start bumbling like an idiot.

'Wanna come in for a nightcap?' he shifted his weight to expose more of the opening to his room, simply inviting you in.

'You sure?' If you were being honest with yourself, you didn't know if you wanted to go in or not.

'Wouldn't have opened the door if I didn't want you in, chérie,' normally, you would have laughed at his words 'want you in' but you didn't think it was appropriate in your predicament.

You walked in and wondered if he'd always called you that, and if his clothes were always that tight. You'd sat down on the edge of his bed, you still kept closely to yourself.

'Are you absolutely sure you're okay?' He sat down next to you, arms elbows resting on his knees while he kept his head turned to see you.

His gaze felt heavy, but it was still as soft as it normally was. Not pressuring you, not bored, not uninterested, but patient and understanding. It would be hard not spilling everything in your mind to him right there and then.

'Just worried about quali, that's all.' you lied. You hated lying to Pierre.

'Oh chérie,' He sat up and wrapped his arms around you in a comforting manor. 'Silverstone can be dangerous but I'll be okay, love.'

What was up with him and the pet names? But still, you sat there in his embrace and let yourself decompress. His arms were always so warm, like a bed bathed in soft sunlight and your body heat from the night before. Like it would be cold if you got out.

'Can- can we stay like this?' You didn't want to be cold.

'We can stay as long as you want,' his voice was soft in your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your head.

And you did stay, just like that, all night. That was, until Pierre's alarm rang and disrupted the calm. Somewhere along the night you'd ended up laying down still in his arms. Somewhere along the night, you'd ended up as tangled up in blankets as you were with him.

Your head was against his chest and on top of his arm. Just as his other arm was wrapped around your waist, so was yours around his, and you didn't know where his legs started and where yours ended.

With your hand that was previously clutching his shirt you reached to rub your eyes of the sleep keeping them closed. His breath was lightly fanning your face as your eyes grew wide and your face grew hot at the proximity. By some grace, he'd awoken just then, shifting his position and rubbing his legs on yours.

'Hm, morning.' He groaned in your ears, his voice low and husky.

'Good morning,' this time it was your voice that cracked making you inwardly wince at the sound. 'Gotta get ready for quali, yeah?' You cleared your throat and slipped right out from under his hold.

'Yeah,' he was looking at you a certain way and his gaze felt heavy. 'I'll stop by in 50 and we can head out?'

'Oh uh, no you can go ahead I'll catch up later.' You waved your hands and head around in a dismissing manor. Shit, what if he worries? Every time you could make it to a race, you and Pierre always went to every practice, qualifying, and race together. This change in behavior made you think he might worry but you hoped he wouldn't.

'Alright chérie, I'll see you then.' He smiled softly went off into his bathroom yelling, 'Lock the door on your way out!'

•••

While you were panicking in our own room, trying to act like a normal person and decide what to wear, Pierre was kicking himself in his room. Lock the door on your way out?? What was he, an idiot? Pierre always payed such close attention to you he could notice even the slightest of changes. And from the day before, every one of your actions was off, so long as it involved him.

As you could probably imagine, this made him freak out internally, Was he making you uncomfortable? Did he do something? Or worse, did you find out about his feelings and now you didn't know how to act around him? He stared at himself in the mirror as tried to calm himself down.

The smell of your lilac and gooseberry perfume lingered on his clothes, wafting up into his nose. How could someone and all things about them cloud his mind so much, yet bring such peace and calm?

When you said those five simple words, he swore his heart did backflips. All worry went out the window the second you wrapped your arms around him. How could he say no? The feeling of falling asleep with you and waking up with you so close made him feel so warm. Like the setting sun in an open field of flowers and tall grass.

He couldn't keep thinking about this, he had to get ready. The sweet smell on his shirt was too precious to lose so he folded the shirt carefully and placed it on his pillow. If the shirt didn't smell like you when he came back, at least his pillow would.

On the way to Silverstone one of your favorite songs started playing, and it was just another reminder of you. Maria by Blondie. Event the lyrics were fitting.

Oh how you find so many ways to plague his very being.

•••

You've been doing this for years, showing up to races and everything, so everyone was used to seeing you in the garage. Granted Alpine was surprised at first. You weren't family, you weren't dating Pierre, but normally friends stayed in hospitality. Though soon enough you were a welcomed presence and dearly missed when you weren't there.

You were sat next to Pyry anxiously watching qualifying. Pierre was doing well, Charles even better. Though you were probably just watching to watch. You'd lost yourself in your thoughts and were absolutely absent minded. The mind could be a tricky place when you're dealing with unknown feelings and sudden unknown territory. You were out of your field of expertise with Pierre now. What were you supposed to do?

'Hey?' Pyry knocked his shoulder on yours to get your attention.

'Sorry, what'd you say?' You shook your head and came back to the real world.

'You've been really distracted huh?' He tilted his head accusingly, 'You and Pierre.'

'I'm sorry?'

'Somethings going on with you two.'

'What is with everybody and being so preceptive?' You groaned and put your head in your hands. 'Is everyone a psychic or something?'

'No we have eyes.' He retorted. 'It's painfully obvious. He's never been more distracted, and you're usually his rock and you're a wreck.'

'Thank you so much, that's exactly what I want to hear.' You gave him a dead stare.

'Love is a messy thing. But it's not something you let pass you by, its probably the best opportunity you'll ever have. Especially one like yours and Pierre's,' he started tapping the side of his head. 'Trust me.'

Who knew a trainer could have such wisdom? You for sure didn't. 'That's.. actually really sweet. And smart.' You bumped Pyry's shoulder with yours. 'Thanks.'

'Yeah, I know,' he laughs and shrugs before crossing his arms and adjusting his posture.

The best opportunity you'll ever have.

•••

You'd been having a fun night with Pierre and Charles. They wanted to relax and prepare before Silverstone so you were all in your hotel room. You'd brought your neck massager with you and Charles was sitting with his arms in the handles and head leaned back. The boys were communicating back and forth, Cha giving Pierre advice for the (high) midfield and Pierre giving Cha his thoughts for making his way up to the podium.

You were leaning against Charles with your legs in Pierre's lap when they pulled you into the conversation. 'Chérie, what do you think?' Pierre asked, his hands tracing gently up and down your legs.

'Uh,' his touch was distracting. 'Honestly, I wasn't really paying attention much today.'

'Interesting,' Charles mumbled, earning an elbow to the stomach.

'By what?' Pierre turned his attention towards you but his hands didn't leave you.

'A thrilling conversation with Pyry.' You exhaled.

'On?' Charles dragged the word out and wiggled his eyebrows.

Here was when you noticed Pierre stopped. He was nearly frozen solid, hands mid-air. Why were you talking to Pyry? His trainer? And why was it thrilling? He cleared his throat, 'Uh, about what?'

'He was, helping me with a problem, unsolicited.'

Why was he helping you? What problem did you have? Why were you going to Pyry for it? Why didn't you tell him? Pierre's mind was running a mile a minute. Things were being so strange in your relationship he didn't know what was wrong. 'Did it, uh, help?'

His eyes met yours and there was something behind them he couldn't quite place. While a feeling of dread and worry was settling in his stomach, another was setting in yours.

One like yours and Pierre's, was running through your head. You did kind of already act like a couple. But you'd always been like that. Was there really a possibility of you two being more?

'Well obviously, if you didn't want whatever this thing is so badly, you wouldn't be looking for advice everywhere.' Charles spoke up, watching the tension rise between you two in different ways. He could see Pierre tense, and though it was a weird angle he could see the feelings right behind your eyes. The only question was if you'd notice it.

'Yeah..' You'd nearly whispered, a smile creeping its way onto your face. Yeah, maybe you did want it. So you reached over and rested your hand on Pierre's arm closest to you, thumb stroking his skin. 'You're gonna do great, I have no doubt.'

As if you were a beacon in the dark, you cleared his mind of any worried thoughts with a simple touch. His hands went back to your legs and that calm look back on his face. 'Thanks, mon amour.'

With a light blush on both of your faces, you fell into comfortable conversations. Sharing laughs, stress melting off all your shoulders.

Whatever they were talking about, you'd stopped listening. Right here in this moment you felt so content. What else could you want? Your best friend and the man who was taking over your heart. Peace and warmth spread over your body and you'd found yourself thinking. Dreaming, of a future with you and Pierre together across the couch from Charles. Pierre's arms around you and your body swallowed by his. Charles sat opposite you as the three of you laughed, the occasional tease at the new couple, and a domestic reality.

•••

Your biggest problem on race day was always what to wear. Two friends on teams with completely opposite color schemes how could you pick? So regularly you alternated. In Austria you wore a white tank with loose jeans, a Ferrari cap and matching windbreaker with matching New Balances.

This time, you decided to deck out in Alpine. You slipped on a pair of high waisted light washed jeans and went searching for your shirt. A few weeks ago you’d altered an Alpine polo, cropping it and cutting the sleeves off. The colors matched well with the dark blue paisley bandana and skillfully straightened hair. To top it off you had some retro Jordan 4s in a delicate pink. A light, clean, makeup look was all you could settle for as you checked your watch and saw the time pass by quicker than you’d thought.

Dainty gold jewelry covered you from earrings to actual rings, but careful not to go overload with it. A white leather handbag was the cherry on top as you packed your stuff and made sure to head so you could try and make it on time.

Unfortunately you barely made it, the formation lap having already started. You watched Charles slide easily into fourth and Pierre a few places behind him in eighth. You crossed your fingers and got ready to pray they both made it up in positions.

As the lights flashed and the cars started you were given a headset and stood with Esteban’s girlfriend watching on a monitor. It’s lights out and away we go, you thought as the cars took off and Lando overtook Max on the first corner. You could already tell this race was going to be interesting.

•••

Lap five and Max took back his first place spot. Predictable but you would miss those four laps of bliss with Lando leading.

•••

Lap ten and they were calling in Esteban which didn’t bode well in the garage. Elena had gone with his to his drivers room hoping to bring him some comfort. You were alone chewing on your lip now, hoping this would be all that happens this race.

•••

Lap thirty-three and things had been going good. Charles overtime both McLaren’s as he sat in second place. They were both doing well as Lando sat in third and Oscar defended both of their positions from fourth.

But suddenly K Mag crashed. They brought the car in and called a red flag to make sure the track was safe to continue racing on.

•••

A lap later, thirty-four, and Pierre made contact with Lance. Your heart stopped and you held your breath. Cars were spinning out as he made contact with Carlos just after. You crossed your fingers and kept your eyes glued to the screen and you saw them call Pierre in to box. The damage to all nearby cars called for another red flag.

They were cleaning up the Vale chicane and you watched them asses Pierre’s car. The damage to the right-rear suspension wasn’t all too bad as they managed to keep him out.

You thanked whatever power was listening that he was still in this.

•••

Lap fifty-one and by some stroke of luck Pierre was in sixth, basically tailgating George in front of him.

He was coming up on turn three, onto a DRS zone and you prayed that he would overtake. And thanks to the same power listening before, he overtook George and made distance between them bigger. Cheers were spread throughout the Alpine garage at this little victory.

And at the end of lap fifty-two, the end of the race, as the last car crossed the finish line, Charles in second and Pierre in fifth you’d never heard a garage celebrate louder. Granted until you heard McLaren.

Cars went back to their respective garages as you waited for Pierre to come out. You all knew the chances of Pierre crossing that finish line were slim. Damage to the suspension normally means retirement and a depressed driver. Yet how he managed to pull across that line and keep it going was something you couldn’t believe. And manage to pull through into fifth in an Alpine? You meant no malice though, no offense, just honest thoughts.

He pulls into the pit lane parking just outside the garage and hands his steering wheel to the crew member nearest and jumps out and onto his car. He through his hands up and screams in victory. Those ten points would be his saving grace and push him further in his career.

Pierre runs into the garage and gets picked up by every pit crew team member and thrown around by everyone. There was a joy in the air that was contagious. Your two favorite boys both in the highest spirits had you going nuts.

As soon as they let him down you made eye contact with him. The grin on your face was so wide you knew it was gonna hurt tomorrow. He lit up immediately and somehow his smile only got wider. The two of you started running towards each other as you collided in a tight hug.

Your arms wrapped so tight around his neck and his so tight around your waist they wrapped around completely. Chests pressed against the other you’d never felt so warm, so happy, so comfortable. The sweat from his neck was rubbing off on yours but you didn’t care. You’d have to shower after getting back to your room but you didn’t care.

The pure joy that radiated off both you was more important. His long fingers curling into your waist and pressing on your skin sent you into hyperdrive. In one quick motion, Pierre picked you up and started to spin still wrapped in the embrace. You threw your head back in laughter and your giggles filled the room. Eventually he set you down, and you two laughed as you pulled away, his hands on your waist and yours on his shoulders.

‘You did it mon amour!’ you could barely think straight as your threw your head back into his shoulder and placed a quick kiss to his cheek.

‘I did it!’ He cheered and threw his fists up into the air, the whole garage cheered with him. Pierre started thanking everyone in the garage, shaking hands and hugging them all. He gathered everyone around and started thanking the whole team, addressing them as a whole in a sort of victory speech. Even though we didn’t get on the podium and only one of our drivers made it across the finish line you would’ve thought we got pole with a 1-2 finish.

You stood further in the back admiring him as he continued to give his makeshift speech. That radiant smile on his face and the passion in his voice made you swoon. Maybe you did like him. Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. Maybe you were happy about it.

•••

When the boys wanted to go to the club, you were all for it. Lando wanted to celebrate his win, Pierre was on a high, and this race was just what Charles needed. You'd told them to go ahead without you and that you'd join them as soon as you were ready. You wanted to spend extra time getting dolled up because tonight was a special night.

You wore your best short skirt, a pale cream with an asymmetrical cut. You had on a long sleeve, sheer glittery pink shirt with a matching bikini style bra on underneath. You paired it with a small cream handbag and long laced up cream heels.

Your hair was styled in bouncy curls and your makeup done light but intense. If all things boded well tonight you would act on your newfound feelings. And if not, you'd blame it on the drink, even if you highly doubted it would end bad. After doing a once over in the mirror you dabbed some of your signature scent on with a light dose of the pheromone perfume everyone spoke so highly of.

So you called a cab and put on an extra coat of lip gloss to boost your confidence as you would need it tonight. Taking one of the deepest breaths you probably ever have, you put one foot in front of the other and walked into the club.

Head held high and heels clicking on the floor you walked over to the booths that had been reserved for the night. As soon as you sat you placed a drink order on the little screen at the table smiled to the two on your left.

'Hey boys,' You smiled wide and let out a little giggle at the end. 'Some of your best work out there today!'

Pierre was left stunned at the sight of you as soon as you walked in. Whenever you turned up, it didn't take long for his eyes to find you and when they did, wowza.

A simple look at you would melt him but when you looked at him? He would turn into a puddle, especially when you looked like that. It was like he fell in love with you for the second time.

'Who are you trying to impress?' Charles raised his eyebrows with a knowing smirk.

'No one,' you responded and for a second Pierre thought your eyes flew to his just before flying away. 'Anyway, tonight is about you guys and your stellar performance today!' As you finished your sentence the waiter walked up with your raspberry daiquiri and you thanked him as you took it.

One large sip later and you were all laughing and chatting. The three of you were sitting at the booth just talking and drinking for the most part, at least until the liquid courage was enough for you.

'That's it, i'm bored.' You set your now empty glass down and stood up smoothing out your skirt. 'Lets dance,' you stretched your hand out to Pierre and waited for him to grab it.

And hesitantly he did, though not before sending a glance to Charles. He was surprised at the force of your pull, dragging him towards whatever direction you wanted. 'Come on, amour!' You'd yelled over the music now using both hands to pull Pierre with you.

That was the second time you'd called him that today, and it made him flush red. You didn't know what you were doing to him and if it was cruel Pierre didn't care. You two had always been close. Closer than most normal friendships. From the pet names, to the physical touches, people would normally just assume you were dating anyway.

But you'd never called him amour, love. It was new and it was welcome and he would pay to hear it in your voice everyday. Pierre knew it was dangerous, dancing with you like this while thinking about you like that. With your bodies moving together and your faces nearly inches apart, it would take his whole willpower to stay away. To keep his hands off you.

Which contrary to his belief, it might've been just what you wanted. Begging him in your mind to just make a move, put his hands on your hips, drag you closer, stare into your eyes and push your hair behind your ear. So as soon as a waitress passed by you grabber her attention to ask for a few shots, hoping they would make at least one of you brave enough.

And as soon as the drinks got to you, you both took them, albeit Pierre was hesitant. But he still drank it and it definitely loosened you all up. Bodies got closer, hands nearly roaming the other, faces so close, it was a painful fate. The two of you so close yet so far. Whatever heavy gate kept kept you from crossing that line felt nearly impenetrable.

You cursed whatever twisted hands put you in this position. To give you these feelings for your lifelong best friend but forbid you from doing anything about it. You could think about it all later and just enjoy the moment, its all you're ever gonna get.

•••

Pierre got wasted. Something about the energy of the night made him go further than he normally does. Luckily, you didn't let yourself go and devoted your night to watching him.

So at roughly two you called it. He was nearly falling over so you huffed as you carried half his weight and dragged him to the hotel. 'You better be glad Hungary is in two weeks, you can sleep this off all you want,' You'd left the club maybe five minutes ago after begging Charles to pay your tabs, which he did.

It was hard to call a cab when you were focused on keeping Pierre on his feet. One hand was up, waving as you whistled trying to get ones attention and the other was around him. Luck was on your side once tonight, and that was when one pulled up before you toppled over. In a haste you opened the door and shoved him in. You climbed in after him and let the cab take you back to the hotel as you could rest your shoulder.

And as soon as you pulled up, payed the cabby, and shuffled out with Pierre hot on your tail, the struggle started again. Pulling him up to his room was a tough feat as he kept giggling and laughing about something. Combine that with whatever was making him stare at you and touch your face, with a look in his eyes you couldn't place, it was a miracle you got back in one piece.

'Okay ange, lets get you in bed.' You threw him onto his bed and let him laugh there as you grabbed his pajamas. This wasn't your first rodeo with drunk Pierre, so you had a routine when it same to changing him.

He nearly always wore the same linen shirts when he went out so you made quick work of that. Then it was the matter of getting him to undo his pants, so you could pull them off from the bottom of his feet. 'Come on Pierre, help me out here.' You were lightly tapping the side of his face and trying to get him to cooperate.

'You're pretty,' he said in-between giggles. 'I like you.'

'Yes that's all very nice, lets take your pants off now.' You ignored the heat in your ears.

'Woah! Take me to dinner first,' he really found that funny because he started combusting in laughter and moving around, clutching his stomach.

You finally managed to pull them off and slip on his sweats as he suddenly got very serious. It confused you for a moment when he leaned up on his arms and deadpanned. His muscles flexing and stretching as he held onto one of your arms and pulled you close. For a second, you were weak and let your eyes drop. The view of his chiseled and toned body with his sweatpants riding low enough for you to see the band of his boxers. The very moment felt sinful.

'Listen.' He said sternly but still clearly inebriated. 'Je vais t'épouser un jour.' [I'm gonna marry you.] His deep stare into your eyes felt so intense that if he wasn't very drunk, you would've given in at that moment, screw the friendship.

'Ask me when you're sober.' You laughed lightly to diffuse your own tension, face the color of a tomato, and used his leaned forward position as an advantage to slip his shirt on over his head. 'Up now.'

He listened and sat up, helping you to push his arms into the holes in the shirt. For the split second your hands were on his bare skin someone could have mistaken the moment for something very domestic. Even you would have, if you didn't know all you are is best friends.

'Alright! Time to get in bed,' you helped him get comfortable and made sure he was covered but not too hot. You got a feeling of deja vu in this moment, but chopped it up to the other times you've done this. 'Goodnight Pierre.' You smiled and pushed some of the hair off oh forehead.

'Goodnight mon trésor, je vous aime.' [i love you.] He smiled and dug further into the bed.

'Yeah, me too.' You gave him a soft smile he probably wasn't even paying attention to. You turned the lights off and before leaving his room you heard a quiet phrase.

'Je vais faire d'elle ma femme.' [I'm gonna make her my wife.]

You closed your eyes as you let your head rest against the back of his door. Something about alcohol always made Pierre more, intimate. Marriage was new though. Oh how cruel fate was.

fin.

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sooo we love a sub! jisung don’t we?? could write smth where he and the reader are best friends with benefits and one day, at a party, hannie is kinda upset because of girl so the reader tries to make him better by pulling him to dance ( (even tho she never liked that girl and always told jisung that she wasn’t good enough for him) so as the hours pass they get drunk so now they are very horny and there’s a obvious sexual tension between them, they’re dancing very close to each other, acting like there’s no one around them and the reader says something like “you know too well that i can make you feel way better than she did” making him even more horny (since he remembers all the things they already did and places they fucked) and now she has to help her best friend out :(( by making him feel like he never did pulling him to a random guest room in the house

ps.: you can make him very loud, vocal and whimpering mess

love your work btw!!

FORGET HER; HAN JISUNG

pairings. bestfriend!jisung x fem!reader

wc. 0.8k

warnings. sub!jisung/dom!mc titty-fucking, unprotected sex , mentions of face sitting, praising

i hope you like it 💓!

helping your bestfriend get over a girl

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seems like only 20 minutes ago you were pulling your bestfriend who you sometimes fuck to the dance floor , to stop him from pouting over the girl that he invited to the party his friends were throwing at their frat, the girl who was currently grinding her hips against some rando at the party , but now you're like 7 or 8 shots in , both of you look disheveled as you both dance , but jisung is trying not to cum from your words as you whisper dirty things in his ear.

"hannie." you purr into his ear , "why don't you just forget her , we both know i can fuck you better than she can." he whines into your neck. "p..please." grinding his hips into yours. "look at you getting so worked up over a few words , you want to get away baby, want me to take care of you?" you batted your eyelashes. "y..yes." you smiled taking him by the hand , guiding him upstairs to his room.

you pushed him down on his bed , sinking to your knees in front of him. "what do you want me to do sungie , it's all about you." you raked your hands up and down his thighs. "ta..take yo..your top off , pl..please" you reached for the end of your shirt , "good boy saying please." you lifted your shirt over your head , unbuckling your bra , letting your tits out , he groaned , you smirked knowing he loved your tits.

"you want to fuck my tit sungie?" he let out a whiny yes, you made him stand up , unbuckling his pants letting them fall to his ankles , cock straining against his underwear. "so hard." you pulled his underwear down , his cock hitting his stomach. "oh fuck ＿ , please let me fuck your tits , please." he sat back down begging , music to your ears.

"oh course sungie." you slotted yourself in between his legs , pushing your tits together , letting him slip his cock in between them. "s..shit." he moaned , "so..so soft." he bucked his hips up , your plush tits suffocating his cock , his head was so fuzzy. "are they sungie , you like my tits." he nodded , "sooo much."

you gathered a bunch of spit in your mouth , letting it fall onto the tip of his cock , he hissed as slid down his cock , onto your tits. "fu..fuck im gonna cum soon." he cried out. you lolled your tongue , giving his tip kitty licks , sending him over the edge. "go ahead sungie , cum whenever you want." he moaned , loud enough for people walking past to hear as he came , some landing on your face and tongue, most of it landing on your tits. "i..im sorry." his legs twitch , as you stroked his cock.

"are you?" you hummed. "couldn't control yourself." you squeezed the base of his cock , he whined. "i..i c..can't." he whined as you stroked him into overstimulation. "awe really , so then you don't want me to ride you , i thought you wanted me to make you feel better." you tilted your head , teasing him , he couldn't pass this up , he loved when you rode him. "i..i do ,, p..please ride me." he stuttered , he was a mess.

you let his cock go , it was red but still hard. "get all the way on the bed." you took your skirt and panties off , smirking as you watched his scramble all the on the bed. "look at you , so eager , so cute." you teased climbing on the bed , straddling on his legs. "＿ , pl..please no teasing." he whined as you grabbed his cock , stroking it , hovering over his tip. "okay i won't tease sungie."

you sunk down on him , letting out a sigh as he filled you up. "su..sungie you're so big." jisung was losing his mind already as you began to rock your hips back and forth. "pl..please faster." you bounced on his , he was moaning so loud , you sure a few people downstairs could hear despite the music.

"yo..you're so wet , fuck i can't , im gonna cum." he groaned. "hold it." you moaned , your hand coming up to his throat squeezing his throat as you rode his cock.

"wh..what, i..i can't." he breathed , so you slowed down. "n..no please." he begged. "you worked me up too sungie , grinding against me , whining so pretty in my ear , don't you think i should get to cum too." he moaned , "y..you can sit on my face , y..ou like that right? p..please let me cum." he begged , but you ignored his words.

"my pretty sungie , you're mine right?" you've never called him yours before , he loved the thought of being yours , but it just made him want to cum even more. "answer me." you stopped completely. "y..yes , im..im yours, only yours , please let me cum." the tears were coming falling down his face. "such a good boy sungie , no one can fuck you like this , make you a mess , go ahead and cum baby." his legs twitched as he came , bucking his hips up into , triggering your own orgasm as you both came together , riding out each other's high.

he calmed down , and you grabbed his jaw , pulling him into a kiss.

"forget that girl , you're mine now."

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