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norrisleclercf1 · 3 months

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I love Mafia Dad Max and the twins 😭

Imagine if they have another baby, this time a baby girl, the twins are a little bit older, maybe 10 years old, and they go full protective mood over they’re sister 🥹

A/N: This is so cute, imagine you're finally bringing her home and they fuss over you and baby and Max is like ????? You're ten, sit your asses down

"She's my sister," Casper snaps, hating that he couldn't go to the hospital. "She's my sister too, dummy." Fabian grumbles, throwing himself into the couch as their Uncle Carlos and Lando talked in the kitchen. "Nuh huh! She'll like me better, so she'll be my sister!" Casper whines, sitting on the floor pushing back his dark blonde hair.

"Stupid! That's not how biology works!" Fabian snarks, that has Carlos sticking his head out. "Hey, no arguing." "Sorry, Uncle Carlos!" Both boys shoot back, Casper pouting as he hated getting scolded by his uncles, but Fabian could care less.

"Do you think Mama is okay?" Casper asks, ever the Mama's boy. "Yeah, she's strong like Dad. Besides, you really think Dad would allow Mama to be hurt?" Fabian asks, giving his baby brother a pointed look. "Well, noooo. But I heard giving birth is hard, Uncle Lando said so." Casper whispers, knowing he shouldn't have been listening to his Uncle's conversations.

"Please, Dad wouldn't let Mama do this if it'd hurt her," If you were home, you would've snorted at the boys conversation. The front door beeps which has both boys shooting up and rushing the door. You step in first, as Max was carrying your new baby girl Violet. "Mama!" You about cry seeing your two boys, still filled with the hormones. "Be careful with me boys," You warn them gently and your sweet boys listen.

They gently hug you, not as tight as they want, but at least you were back home and safe. "Told you," Fabian whispers, Casper sticking out his tongue which has you giggle. "Told him what, Fabby?" You shuffle gently and smile at Carlos and Lando who leave you be, knowing you just wanted your boys.

"I said, Dad wouldn't let you be hurt. Dad wouldn't let you have a baby if it hurt you," You snicker as does Lando and Carlos. Casper pinches his eyebrows, not understanding why you were laughing. "It's not funny, Mama. Dad really wouldn't let you do this if it hurt you," You sigh at your boys slight protective streak they've gotten from their father.

Speaking of their father, Max walks in silently, holding the baby car seat, Violet fast asleep in it. You loved this sight, Max a little normal looking with his beard little grown out, hair messy and just looking so good, who could blame you for wanting another baby, nothing was hotter to you than Max being a father.

"Is that the baby?" Casper asks, moving away from you gently as Max kneels down and opens his arms for his first baby. "Yep, this is Violet. Violet, this is your brother Casper." Max holds Casper who leans into his father's arms smiling down at her. "She's so tiny," He whispers, staring at her in awe.

Carlos and Lando grab their things, waving bye silently letting you have this family moment. You smile as you watch Casper and Max admiring baby Violet. "She's pretty," He whispers and Max chuckles kissing Casper cheek and admiring his boy. "You were once this small," Fabian slides out of your hold and walks over and peaks over the cover and wrinkles his nose.

"She looks like you, Dad. I was hoping she'd look like Mama." You snort out a laugh and cover your mouth as Max sighs and tugs Fabian into his other arm. "Bugger, she looks like your Mama." He chuckles and Fabian makes a noise. "Nooo, Mama is pretty, she's all scrunchy and ugly. That's you Dad," You can't help it anymore and start to laugh as Max just sighs and gives up knowing Fabian was to much like him to argue.

"We'll protect you and Mama," Casper whispers touching her little hand which flexes open and holds Casper's fingers. His eyes light up at that, and Fabian frowns and sticks out his finger, Violet opening up her little hand and grabbing Fabian finger who gets this look across your face.

"I'll kill anyone who hurts you," "Alrightttt," Max groans as he stands and moves the boys away, "You're ten, go play with your dinosaurs," Casper runs off laughing as Fabian soon follows. You and Max share a look which has you both giggling like you were teenagers again.

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gatorbites-imagines · 4 months

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If you're interested I'd like to request some ftm Mihawk X service top Male reader, like goddam I really wanna worship this man and eat him out/mark him 😭

Ftm Dracule Mihawk x male reader

Headcanons

I love Mihawk, hes one of the few one piece characters I can look at and think “he definitely smells good”. I was listening to dark academia when writing this, since I felt it fit Mihawk.

Mixed terminology for Mihawks bits, like usual.

Mihawk carries a lot of stress in his day-to-day life, I mean, how couldn’t be. He doesn’t show it, at least not to those who don’t know him. But as his partner, you can spot it immediately when he’s more tense than usual.

There is nothing you love more than to make Mihawk feel good, which results in many people thinking you are some kind of lovesick fool. (for some reason I imagine Gomez and Morticia Addams in this dynamic)

Many thing Mihawk is cold, aloof and emotionless, that he doesn’t return your strong emotional acts, but you know he has his own ways to show his love. Like the way he lets you take care of him and puts down his defenses around you, in the way he caresses your cheek in the morning, or how he brings you small trinkets from his travels.

You cant help but yearn to make Mihawk feel as good as you possibly can, especially on days where he clearly needs to let off some steam.

It starts with a bath of the highest quality, with Mihawks favorite scents and soaps, where you’ll even go as far as wash his hair and beard for him, massaging at his tense shoulders and arms.

Massages has become one of the easiest ways to make Mihawk unwind, as he only lets you do it, so his body immediately knows its safe and that he doesn’t need to be on guard when you massage him.

He does grumble and give you a half-hearted glare when you start nipping and sucking hickeys on his neck and arms, calling you a possessive bastard, especially when you keep leaving hickeys where everyone can see as he goes around shirtless.

In the earlier period of your relationship, he would never allow it, but nowadays he lets you pick him up out of the bathtub, dry him off, even lets you rub his favorite lotion into his skin.

If you end up sliding to your knees between his thighs when he’s sitting on the counter, who but you two would know. Mihawk has never been much of a moaner or for making noise in general, but you can always see that your loving and caring touches lights a fire in him, as he’s always wet on your fingers when you rub them through his folds.

He leans back against the mirror as you lick and suck at his cock and folds, experience guiding you in the best ways to make his thighs quiver and breath stutter.

Only after hes cum will you pull back, wiping your mouth and picking your swordsman back up, moving him into the bedroom and laying him down on the silky sheets that cover the huge bed you guys share.

As much as Mihawk wants to keep going from where you left off in the bathroom, you just spread him out and go off to grab the massage oil, rolling him onto his front so you can start actually working into his back.

Mihawk always feels your erection pressing against the small of his back as you knead at his tight muscles, something inside him feeling hot and gooey at the knowledge that you are so aroused, but you always want to take care of him more.

You take the chance to leave more bites and hickeys as you work down his back and to his legs, spreading his thighs apart so you can rub at them too. Of course, you take the chance to lift his hips a bit and lick through his folds again, causing Mihawk to gasp into the sheets.

The fact that you are the only person to see Mihawk Dracule like this, splayed out across the sheets and so relaxed, muscles lax and hips rolling lazily back against your tongue, almost has you bursting right then and there.

As you keep eating him out, you rub down as much of his legs as you can, pulling away from his cunt with a string of fluids connecting your tongue and his heat so you can scoot down and rub down his feet too, much to Mihawks annoyance.

Rolling him onto his back, you do the same to his front, making sure to kiss at his top surgery scars and leave bites down his stomach, before sucking his cock between your legs as you hike on of his legs over your shoulder.

Mihawk is a vision as he basks in pleasure, arms tucked under his head and eyes half lidded as they look down at you. He looks soft and pliable, but somehow still so powerful, even as he lets you pretty much worship him with your hands and mouth.

Its only after he mumbles for you to get on with it that you slide fingers into him, crooking them just the way he likes as you roll his cock in lazy circles with your tongue, the flat side of your tongue rubbing the bundle of nerves enough to send a tingling feeling up his spin.

As you open him up, you make sure to mumble compliments, about how strong he is, how much you love him and his body, how much you think about him and crave him whenever he is away.

All this praise and touching culminates in a second orgasm, starting slowly in his stomach and warming over time, as you of so lazily draw it out of him, your movements and actions having no rush even as he gasps, thighs clamping down on either side of your head.

As he calms down from the orgasm, you move away from his crotch to press kisses against his lower stomach instead, rubbing a loving hand up and down his thigh so as to not overstimulate him.

At some point Mihawk grabs onto your hair and pulls at it, pulling you up on top of him instead, hooking his legs around your hips as he stares at you intensely. Theres no need for words to express what he wants, especially as his pupils are bigger than normal, and there’s a flush to his cheeks.

Your pants and boxers are easily kicked off to the floor, and after slipping on a condom, you carefully push inside his slit, all the prep and work to make him relax easing the way, making it easy for you to bottom out.

What you two experience is more like the act of making love, compared to fucking. Hips rolling in slow loose thrusts, lips pressing together in an open-mouthed kiss as you breathe one another in as hands explore and grab at whatever flesh they can find.

There is no hurry, like there has been no hurry the entire night, its all about making Mihawk feel good in your eyes, your own need for orgasm completely leaving your mind, or maybe having never even been present in the first place.

The third orgasm Mihawk experiences has his eyes clenching shut, mouth dropping open into a beautiful O shape, as soundless moans tremble out of him, cunt gripping tighter onto your shaft as he shudders through it.

His toes curl and fingers dig into your back, Mihawk almost forgetting to breathe until you remind him, making him gasp. You almost want to pull out, since your own end means nothing, but Mihawks legs stay locked around your hips, rocking you in and out of him.

Your orgasm leaves your vision going black for a second or two, the feeling washing through you like a wave as you grunt and cling closer to your lover, filling the latex wrapped around your shaft with a moan, mixed with yet another mumble of praise for the man you love.

You two stay pressed up against each other for a while, just basking in the others presence, until it starts to get uncomfortable.

Pulling out, you discard of the soiled condom, and go about cleaning up, getting new sheets on the bed, and wiping your lover down as he lays lax and half asleep, though Mihawk is never fully asleep until you crawl back into bed with him.

Its only times like this that he gets to completely relax, falling asleep against your side as you caress his hair and rub his back. Its some of the best sleep Mihawk ever gets, knowing that you are there to love him and care for him. The multiple orgasms also help with putting him to sleep.

Its only after Mihawk is completely asleep that you close your eyes. You never go fully to sleep, keeping some of your consciousness alert, just in case you’ll end up needing it. Its mainly to allow Mihawk to get the deep sleep he needs, without having to worry about keeping his guards up himself. And you’ll do anything for your partner.

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gavisfanta · 4 days

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Baee pedri finally shaved, it gave me an idea a smut where pedri wants to eat out the reader but she says no because his beard make it difficult for her, so she asks him to shave and he does but not only he eats her out but also fucks her into the oblivion 😭

SHAMELESS - PEDRI

summary: pedri does you a favour...

a/n: HE SHAVED, BABYGIRL IS BACK. WE WON.

warnings: smut, not proofread... as always

"Pedri!" You giggled as he began to kiss down your exposed stomach because you were only in your bikini.

You two just finished spending the day outside by the pool, you were too lazy to change out of your bikini but since it was dry, you left it on while getting into the bed to get some rest before Pedri had to go to practice and you met up with Mikky.

He looked up at you while he left sloppy kisses down your stomach, until he eventually was kissing your inner thigh. Your stomach cramped as you watched his head dive deeper and deeper between your legs, the pool between your legs started building up. But as he hooked his fingers into the bottoms of your two piece, you sat up and looked at him with a small smile.

"No,no,no" You chuckled a bit as you pulled his hair signaling him to come back up.

"But I thought you were in the mood." Pedri asked with puppy eyes, you couldn't help but smile a bit.

"I am, but the beard is so itchy whenever you eat me out." You laughed and threw your head back. Pedri was still sitting between your legs as they were spread wide open.

"The beard is the only reason I'm not allowed to eat you out?" He raised his eyebrows as a sly smile formed on his lips.

"It's just uncomfy-" You grinned at him and he nodded his head. Pedri grabbed his phone and looked at the time, he had about 45 minutes before he had to leave.

"Okay, I'll leave soon anyways. When do you have to leave?" Pedri stood up and walked to the bathroom that was next to your room. He went to look at himself in the mirror and scratched the beard before heading back to you.

"Are you mad?" You asked, obviously feeling bad about declining his offer. So you stood up and stopped eventually infront of him.

"Cariño of course not." He wrapped his left arm around his waist to pull you closer and press a long and passionate kiss on your lips. That immediately took some weight off of your shoulders and you smiled at him.

"I'll leave in five minutes, Mikky is gonna pick me up and we'll go out to eat something." You smiled as he pulled away from you.

"That sounds fun, enjoy yourself." He smiled and you nodded your head, he couldn't help but press another kiss on your lips before he left the room to go downstairs.

You felt a little bit bad because Pedri wasn't this closed off usually, but you decided to go on and started to get ready.

You decided on short blue jeans and a white crop top, showing a little bit of cleavage. However not that much to make Pedri mad, he never told you what to wear but for you it just felt wrong to show too much, especially if people take some photos of you.

So as you made your way downstairs you kissed Pedri's cheek and got into Mikkys car which was infront of your house.

You two drove to the Restaurant and sat down, the warm wind blowing into your face, pushing back your hair. It was a really pleasant time to be outside.

After you two were done eating, you decided to remain seated and talk a little bit. Mikky then quickly had to answer a text and after she did that a message from FC Barcelona popped up on her phone. It was the posts from the practice, so as she swiped through the pictures of the players she smiled and turned her phone towards you.

"You didn't even tell me that he shaved again." She said and as soon as you looked at Pedri's clean shaved face you couldn't help but grin.

"That fucker." You whispered under your breath, cheeks almost hurting from smiling so much.

"Why, I think he looks too old whenever he has a beard." Mikky said and looked at your boyfriends picture once again before putting down her phone and turning it off.

You looked away for a second before deciding whether to tell her or not, so you couldn't stop to smile ad you leaned forward.

"So when he went down on me I stopped him and said that the beard is itchy." You told her in a low voice and she slapped her hand infront of her wide open mouth immediately.

"Don't tell me he shaved because-"

"I think so" You laughed and she also joined you. You both received some weird looks from the people sitting around you, luckily only because of the laughing.

Mikky dropped you off at your house two hours later, it was already 9pm by then and Pedri was already at home in bed, waiting for you.

"Hello" You smiled as you reached the doorframe of the bedroom and looked at Pedri lying on his back in the middle of the bed.

"Hey babe, how was your evening?" Pedri sat up and put his phone beside on the nightstand.

"Drop the act Pedri." You chuckled a bit as you walked closer to him and sat down in his lap. He put his hands on your waist and thre his head back as you began to kiss his neck.

"I really do care how your evening with Mikky was." You felt him smile and you pulled away from him, however keeping your hands off of him was still difficult so you cupped his face with your hands.

"Amazing, that's how I found out about your stupid plan." You grinned.

"What plan?" Pedri decided to play dumb and act all innocent when he knew that he was so hungry, and not for food.

"Okay, I'm sure you don't mind if I go to sleep then hmm?" You hummed the last part as you got off of his lap and lied on your back next to him, legs crossed.

"I actually do, but some tiny things are in the way." Pedri hoovered over you on all fours as he began to take off your jean shorts.

You smiled and took off your shirt too, Pedri was already shirtless and only wearing some shorts, so after he took the off too, he began to kiss you, first your lips, then neck, then chest where he unclipped your bra and began to suck on your breasts to which you arched your back.

He then kept planting sloppy kisses down your stomach and just as he reached your panties, he looked up with those eyes full of hunger.

"You can go on now." You told him to which he only winked and pulled down your panties, your pussy already dripping wet.

Pedri spread your juices around with his finger before running his tongue up and down your folds to tease you.

You held onto his hair and pushed his head deeper between your legs. He smiled against your clit and then started eating you out. You arched your back as you felt his tongue slipping inside you, your stomach cramped and your legs were already a bit shakily.

After a while he inserted two of his fingers into your pussy and began to flicker his tongue over your clit, as the warm knot in your stomach kept building up, you began to roll your hips against his tongue and fingers, basically riding his face.

You eventually came and Pedri pulled back to speed uo the motion with his fingers, fingering you during your orgasm. Loud moans escaoed your lips as your legs were shaking uncontrollably. Your jaw wide open and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came so hard.

As you were still trying to catch your breath, Pedri took off his boxershorts after planting some kisses on your neck.

"Fuck, Pedri." You breathed out heavily after looking at your legs still shaking.

"This is one of the moments where I'm glad that we live alone." He joked and looked down at you, due to the fact that he was still on all fours above you.

"Mhm, I'm ready." You pulled him into a kiss, he kissed you back while he alined himself with you, but first he teased your clit with his tip, running it up and down your folds.

As he inserted himself you moaned into his mouth, the sensation of him stretching out your walls was something you never wanted to get used to.

As he stayed inside of you motionless for a couple of seconds, he was still passionately kissing you while you tried so hard to kiss him back.

He then gently started rolling his hips against yours as he pulled away. He put his forehead against yours and started to thurst inside of you at a faster pace.

The same warm knot started building up in your stomach as you felt his skin against yours and his breathing on your skin.

Loud moans, skin clapping and low grunts were heard in the whole room as you arched your back up against him. You were still sensitive from your previous orgasm so you came pretty fast. Pedri then pulled out and started to quickly move his hand up and down his lenght until he came on your stomach.

You were still out of breath while he kissed your neck and moved his finger down to the ropes of his cum that he left on your stomach.

He collected some of it on his finger and then put it into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his finger as you looked at him. You couldn't see his face very clearly due to him fucking you so well that you were only able to see blurry.

"Does it taste good?" Pedri asked in a low voice, scared that anyone besides you might hear him. He removed his finger from your mouth and smiled a bit.

"The best" You smiled.

#barca #fc barcelona #football #futbol #fanfic #mustread #espana #pedri imagine #pedri smut #pedri x reader #pedri gonzalez #pedri #pedrito #pedri x you

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shotmrmiller · 4 months

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okay so maybe like angst/hurt comfort bc the boys are soft and i love that house indulge me thank you 😭😭😭 (tw unhealthy relationship, nothing descriptive but to each their own with how it goes/how dark you want it)

but say reader is with someone else, someone who frequents the boys usual bar. and they see you quiet often and come to look forward to seeing you, even if you’re with someone else. you’ve caught their eye a couple times and always send a shy smile back and have even gathered the courage to say hi to them every once in awhile when they come up to the bar for a refill.

and the more they go, the more rundown you seem. more tired, lackluster, smile straining at the corners. even if you’re happy to see them, look forward to seeing them, it doesn’t reach your eyes like before.

one evening they go out the side for a smoke and see your partner berating you (perhaps more, worse, etc) and they get involved bc how fucking dare they. they damn near tear the collar off with a knife and pull you away to protect you, and keep you safe from them.

TW: implied verbal abuse

"You talk to all your defenseless pets like that?" Mohawk man's face twisted in anger as he fiercely confronted your 'handler'. The guy was silent, choking on his fear, when he got slammed against the wall so hard his head bounced off of the surface.

The behemoth with a skull balaclava placed his palm right by his head and got within inches of your handler's face.

With a menacing tone, he growled, "He asked you a question."

Chilly hands cupped your face and turned your head, forcing your attention from your handler borderline pissing himself on the wall to the guy in front of you, that wore a hat with a UK flag on it.

"Focus on me, sweetheart. You alright?" he softly asked.

Too stunned to speak, you weakly nod.

"Good. Captain? Got a knife?" The man with a mutton chop beard answered him.

"No. Simon?" Without looking, the masked man threw his sheathed tactical knife at Captain. Hat man slowly moved, taking great care to not make any sudden movements, and grabbed the knife, and explained, "I'm going to cut this collar off, yeah? I promise I won't hurt you."

He waited patiently for your consent, and when you finally did, he gave you a tender smile.

"Good darling. Hold still now."

Swiftly placing two fingers under your collar, he cleverly used them as a barrier between the delicate skin of your neck and the blade.

As soon as it snapped off, a rush of air filled your lungs, and your eyes stung with the welling of tears. You were finally free.

Captain took off his coat and wrapped it around you, enveloping you in warmth.

"Let's get you outta here, yeah?"

In the secure embrace of Captain, you were swiftly carried away from the chaos, and when the unsettling noise of skin colliding with skin reached your ears, you tightly covered them— blocking out all sound.

why was this so hard to write? maybe cuz if i was one of the boys, im just pulling out the glizzy.

find peace in the embrace of the goddess, type beat.

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virgincels · 5 months

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JINGLE BELL COCK !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. p in v, uncle/niece incest, somno

notes. MERRY CHRISTMAS!! this is very messy and rushed i haven’t been able to write properly lately so forgive me for the repetitiveness and clunkiness!! ignore typos as always :3 feedback n rbs always appreciated !!! this is reallyyy sloppy and I’m embarrassed so I may go back and delete and rewrite in a few days time 😭

tumblr has started to remove fics that use tw non-con, tw incest and any nsfw tags in general. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags so i can have the same reach as other authors, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.

“Woah,” Leon's knees almost buckle when you barrel into him, “Pumpkin, wow,” He takes you in, settles his hands on your hips, and it might be inappropriate ‘cause your mother glares at him over your shoulder. What did she want him to do? Grab your ass? Could’ve, should’ve, would’ve. Just doesn’t wanna get put on a list of some kind. “You’re so big now.”

“Yeah?” Your cheeks split with a sweet smile, “I missed you, uncle.”

“God, you’re so big I can’t believe it,” He gives you a once over, he’d like to catcall you to show you how he feels, Leon refrains from doing so. “I remember when you were a kid, always sat in my lap ‘n said you wanted to marry me.”

“Awww,” A gloved hand comes to pat his cheek, you take the tip of the fabric between your teeth, taking it off finger by finger, “I can do that again if you’d really like, uncle.” Your nails scratch his scruffy chin, press your finger into the divot he hates so much, then you stare right at it. Don’t look at that, god. Totally messed him over. Shit fucked up his golden ratio.

“What're you lookin’ at, pumpkin?” He shifts from foot to foot, moves his flight bag from one shoulder to the other.

“Just never seen you with a beard,” You shrug, beaming at him once more. Okay, not the chin then, thank fuck. “It’s cute, uncle, makes you look older.” Leon doesn’t know if that’s good or bad, though he feels his spinal disk shrink with each passing second.

You turn on your heels when his sister-in-law, fine as ever, says your name, “We should go before she gets pissy.” You tell him cheekily, taking his hand in yours, and you’re so big now he can’t believe it. A whole lot of tit, hip, and your ass ain’t too shabby either. Leon’s justification is that he’s only a man, can't help himself when he sees a pretty girl, even if said girl is his niece. He’s an honest guy, gotta give his brother props for marrying such a smokeshow, even more credit for knocking her up. ‘Cause she popped out an even hotter girl, younger, brighter, and your tits sit prettier.

Their family stands on crumbling foundations, when he’s around his brother, Leon’s five seconds away from blowing his brains out at any given moment. He doesn’t know why people question his suicidal tendencies, he’s more than willing to show them. Snow crunches under his boots as he navigates the path leading up to the front door. The layer of glossy red paint has chipped away to reveal the mahogany beneath. It’s been that long, huh?

“I’m in college now, I have my licence and everything, uncle, I wanted to visit you in D.C. but I couldn’t get ahold of you,” You chatter to him, tugging at your laces and propping your shoes up on the shelf near the door, make the move to grab his suitcase, but Leon swiftly moves it aside. “I can carry it, I’m a big girl now.”

“No, you’re not,” Leon frowns, to him you’re a baby. An undeveloped prefrontal cortex and a soft spot on the top of your head. Yeah, you got a rack now, sure, he wants to fuck you now - doesn’t change a thing.

“Okay, well did you bring me a present?” You trail after him, and you really are still a baby.

“Yeah, you’re my favourite girl, I bought you lots.” He’s not sure if you’ll like it. Colouring books, dolls, plastic jewellery. He’s a bit of an idiot. Didn’t think about how long it’s been.

“Can I open them now?” You seat yourself next to him on the couch, knee bumping his.

“Later, pumpkin, I promise.”

“I want to transfer to Washington.” Wine trickles over the edge of your cup, Leon soaks it up with a napkin, dabs at your face when a rivulet dribbles down your chin.

His brother’s knocked out in their dad’s old armchair, it’s beyond saving, but he’s cheap. Your mom retired to bed a while back, they argued over something trivial, a cheeseboard or some shit, and with that it leaves the two of you.

“Yeah? You got friends out there or what?”

“No, but you’re there, uncle.” You grin, batting your lashes so pretty he gets without popping a viagra or two. Three. He needs three minimum. “I could come stay with you, right?”

Fuck no, under no circumstance should he be allowed within fifty feet of you. And here Leon is, bumping knees, brushing fingers like you’re lovesick teens on a first date. That’s just not right, is it? He’s a decrepit old man on his way to getting a senior bus pass, and he’s your uncle and all. Can’t really go around popping boners over family members.

“I work too much.” Leon says coolly, sweat dripping from his temple, drumming his fingers against the table. “Hey, you wanna open your presents?”

“Yes!” You nod with wild enthusiasm, like a bobblehead, cute ones you keep on the dashboard. Leon would love to take you home with him, display you on the mantle like a China doll, show you off like some rare artefact. Just can’t, he’d end up doing something awful, peeking in on you showering— or worse he’d start sleepwalking, get into your room- “Go get them then, uncle.”

The paper is pink, the shade you used to adore as a young girl, the colour you’ve since painted over in your room. He got that professionally wrapped, big bow on it and all. Leon’s not good at making things look pretty. It’s easier to assemble a gun than it is to wrap presents. Your name is scrawled on the tag in cursive writing that belongs to none other than Claire, she insisted on doing so, felt inclined after seeing his chicken-scratch.

“It’s for me, you shouldn’t have, uncle!” You snatch it out of his hands, Jesus, had more manners when you were a kid. Once you tear through the paper, you blink down at the plastic princess costume jewellery. Clip-on earrings, fluffy mules that are much too tiny, the whole lot. “Oh, wow, well, it sure is nice.”

“Pumpkin,” Leon starts, “It slipped my mind that you’re a big girl now, I wasn’t thinkin’ and I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” You placate him with your smile, “I’m just glad you’re here.” Cheesy, still makes him swoon.

“We can go shopping ‘fore I go back, I’ll buy you whatever, yeah?”

“I don’t need that,” You shake your head, eyes flitting from his lower half then to his lips. He’s making shit up in his head now. It’s late, Leon should go to sleep, doesn’t wanna start kissing on you and end up in court. “Oh, you’re going already?”

“I’m tired, pumpkin.” My dick is so hard it’s cutting off all blood flow to my brain, my pants are squeezing it so tight I’m gonna contract sepsis and that shit will fall straight off, I don’t want my dick to fall off, pumpkin, hope you can understand my reasoning. Leon hopes you can see the desperation in his eyes, that you can see the sentiment he’s trying to get across.

The bed creaks with his weight, and it’s the same dusty, bed-bug ridden shit his brother’s had for years. He jerks off, blows his load on his stomach, too worn out to clean it up. Falls asleep with his hand down his pants. Then Leon starts having wet dreams like he’s twenty-one again, of your petal lips, of your hands on his dick, your tits, how your thighs look when you sit. Warmth engulfs his cock, and it’s so real, he’s so sure you’re right there, sucking him off like a good girl. You’re cute like a sex doll, and it’s unfair that he has to put on this uncle act. Used to come natural to him when you were a kid, but it’s just different.

Only when Leon lifts his hand does he come into contact with skin, with hair, and a human. At first, he thinks it’s the dog, one of the three. Then he feels small hands parting his thighs further, the familiarity of your smile warming his skin.

“Pumpkin.” Leon rasps, and it’s not quite warning, just a tone that says keep going, but this is fucked up, doesn’t mean I don’t want it though. He thanks you for making the first move.

You pull off with a wet pop, kissing along his Apollo’s belt. “I want to come to D.C. and stay with you,” You say between fervid kisses, “I want to be with you, uncle, you’re handsome and I like you.” Your confession is feverish, he wonders if you realise the weight of your words. Can’t go around telling lonely old men that you like ‘em.

“I’m your uncle, pumpkin.” Leon states simply, ‘cause he’s an adult and he’s collected, but you can keep pumping his dick like that, he really don’t mind.

“No one would know,” You kiss the sticky tip, pre smeared over your lips like lip gloss, tongue poking out to taste him, dipping into his leaky slit. “I could be your girlfriend.” Leon doesn’t even know you, he knows the little girl you once were.

Leon’s too old for that shit. Girlfriend boyfriend talk. “I’m too old to be dating, pumpkin.” He cradles the back of your head with his calloused hand, guides you to base of his shaft, your tongue tracing the vein that runs along the underside of his cock.

“Yeah, but you’re not too old to marry me, are you?” You’re a clever girl, giving him a cheeky smile as you sit up and clamber into his lap.

“What’s gotten into you, pumpkin?” Don’t stop, pumpkin. Same thing. He hopes his dick says enough, standing proud as you lift your hips, wet hole stretching to accommodate his fat tip. Leon can’t see your face, but he shuts his eyes and thinks about it, how your lips would part so pretty, and you’d toss your head back, sweat making your skin all shiny.

“I just really like you, uncle.” One way ticket out of this shitty town, away from his shitry brother, away from your narc bitch of a mom, free food, free housing - Leon understands your motive. Truly, he does, and he can’t find it in himself to give a damn. If you pretend to love then it matters all the same.

“Okay, then sit on it, pumpkin.” Leon urges, firm hands finding purchase on your hips, forcing you down on his cock till you take all of him to the hilt. The head bumps your cervix, and Leon is in love with you. Thank fuck he came back home, thank god, thank Claire for pushing him to the point of booking a flight. “You wanna marry me?”

“I told you, didn’t I? Promised I was gonna marry you when I was a kid.” You press your tits flush to his chest, lips ghosting Leon’s. “I wanna marry you so bad, uncle, you’re all I want.” And Leon can’t help himself, doesn’t mean to let go so early, the coils of heat in his belly turn searing, and he empties himself into you with a groan. The quiet noise of disappointing you let out as his cock softens inside of you is adorable.

“You gotta get used to that if you marry me, I’m old now.” He strokes your head, holds you tight, refuses to let go now that he’s got you.

“I can deal with it, uncle, as long as I get to be your wife.”

#leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut

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bittersw33t-lotus · 1 year

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Foot Prints in the Snow

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem! Reader

Cw: pregnancy, fluff, ooc! Ghost, cursing? I mean It’s ghost.

An: second Ghost fic and I’ve already succumbed to having a baby fever-induced fic 😔 also this is short so let me know if you guys want a part 2. This is based off a tik tok i saw of this guy making footprints for his girlfriend in the snow so she doesn’t slip🥹

(I promise for you guys waiting for part two of great timing, I swear it’s coming out soon😭🫶🏼)

“Its just slush Sargent, you’ll be fine.”

“Nuh-uh, I’ve fallen one too many times on my ass Ghost. One more fall and I will break my tailbone.” You grip onto the railing already feeling your feet starting to slide underneath the slushy snow.

Ghost sighs and walks neck over to you, he turns back around, his back facing you, before he takes a step and shimmies his foot side to side before lifting it and taking another step and repeating his actions leaving visible footprints on the ground, making the gravel more accessible to get more traction on the ground. You didn’t have to ask your lieutenant what he was doing, he was making a clear track for you to follow without walking in the slush.

You didn’t want to admit it, but your heart skipped a beat when you realized Ghost was putting in the effort to help you out instead of just leaving you to deal with not having to fall on your ass. As you began to follow him setting your foot in the tracks he left, you could see how your foot couldn’t fill his footprints entirely. You focused your eyes on the tracks below and soon enough the tracks lead right up to the passenger side of the car door and leading off to the other side where Ghost made his way to the driver side without sparing you a glance and acknowledgment for what he just did for you, like it was nothing.

“You really should get some boots or even ice cleats to walk in this weather, sneakers aren’t going to help you.” He says unlocking the car.

You smile and open the car door, “Why would I when I have you to help me out now.” You say sliding into your seat as Ghost starts to turn on the car.

You hear him huff out a laugh with but miss the way his gaze lingers on you for a second too long.

~~~~~

“You’re up late.” A deep voice booms through the darkness of the lounge room, the lights off with only the source of light coming from the fridge and moonlight seaping through the windows.

You’re squatted as you rummaging through the fridges contents, at the sudden intrusions of silence from Ghost you gasp as you jolt and turning around. As you turn around your eyes try adjusting in the dark, the lighting from the fridge having messed with your vision so it was hard to see Ghost in the dark. “Jesus Christ Ghost you’re gonna give everyone a heart attack if you keep going that,” You breathed out going back to rummaging in the fridge. “I got hungry and can’t sleep.” Ghost rolled his eyes, turning on the kitchen light before walking to the cupboards and pulling out a glass cup, “Why are you still up?” You ask eyeing him as he pours water into his cup.

“Bold of you to assume I even sleep.” He mumbles lifting up his mask revealing his blonde scruffy beard and soft pink lips, taking the cup up to his mouth and drinking the cold liquid, watching as the glass made contact with his soft lips. You quickly turn your attention back to the fridge deciding to grab a little snack and closing the fridge door. You stand back up as began to eat the food.

Once you finished chewing, you look over to your lieutenant to see the the mask was pulled back down covering his face once more, “When’s the last time you slept sir?” You asked, the silence was long as he stared into his cup.

You began to question if he even heard you until he shrugs and sets the cup down on the kitchen counter. “Probably three days now.” He says, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms. He looks away upon seeing your concerned expression at his answer, dismissing your concern with the wave of a hand. “Don’t be surprised, I’ve gone longer that this without sleep.” He says.

“You really shouldn’t continue feeding into the habit Ghost.” You say, however it’s nothing but silence on Ghosts end, you can see his body becoming tense and his eyes tell you enough he’s becoming a little agitated so you back down and shift the topic of conversation . “You wanna go for a walk?”

He looks at you with a raised brow. “What for?”

You shrug and look down at the food in your hand, “I dunno, I can’t sleep and you’re obviously not going to sleep at all- so instead of just being in our rooms, I’d think going outside for a bit would seem better.”

Ghost thought on your offer, “eh,” he breaths out leaning off the counter, “why not.”

The smile that made it way to your face almost made him crack the me himself, “Okay, let me get my jacket real quick.” You say not wasting a second and heading to your room.

Ghost waits by entrance door putting on his jacket and boots when you come out of your room sporting a jacket and the new pair of snow boots you bought. Ghost opens the door letting you go out first and following you, closing the door behind him.

You both agreed to walk near the forests, his flashlight lighting the path, the snow crunching beneath your feet leaving a trail of foot prints behind.

You decided to have some fun and slowly trail behind him and tried your best to walk in his footprints, a small smile on your face as you found amusement in it. Ghost didn’t even need to see what you were doing, this was a little habit you began to pick up ever since the day he helped you. He spaces out with thoughts of you and the little moments he savors with you outside of the field. He sees how you make an effort to talk and interact with him more but he’s honestly holding back in fear of being hurt should anything happen, weather you drift apart, leave the force or join another or even worse… you die.

Ghost wishes he wasn’t so closed off as he was because now it’s back fired on him since now he struggles to break free and open up to others, and he feels bad when he sees how you attempt to conversaré with him only for him to struggle to keep up with the conversation and leave due to embarrassment. As Ghost is lost in thought you began to drift off into thoughts as well.

You felt the walk was filled with a nice silence, but you’ve noticed how Ghost hasn’t even spare you a single glance or peeped a single word to you. Your mind began to wander as your pace began to slow not noticing how ghost was watching you. As you walked you began to think about how he hardly really talked to you, he talks to Johnny, Price and Gaz more often than he did with you maybe it was because he knew them for longer, but you wondered if maybe you annoyed him or you’re just to plain and boring to be around. ‘Is he uncomfortable? Is the silence awkward for him? Should I say something? What if I end up annoying him if I do try and talk? Does he hate walking with me? But If he didn’t want to be near me he would’ve declined my offer and gone by himself or stayed back at base. Unless he didn’t want to seem rude? No he definitely would’ve declined if he wanted to..’

Ghost eventually snapped back into thoughts and took notice at how faint your footsteps grew, he sees you’re a few feet away as you stare at the ground with a blank look, like your spaced out. “You alright?” Ghost spoke, breaking your train of thoughts, you look at him with a confused look before you nod. “You seem to be more present n’ your head then here. You space out a lot when your not in the field.” He said, he didn’t turn to look at you’re dumbfounded expression and opted to keep looking up at the sky.

“How could you tell?” You say as you began to pick up your speed and catch up to him making you way back to walking beside Ghost.

“You always stare at things wit’ a blank stare, and your don’t blink for hours on end like you’ve gotta starin’ problem, and when someone talks to you, you look lost.” He says finally turning his head to look at you.

“Is it really that obvious?” You cringe at the thought.

“Very.” You groan and turn away, feeling heat rush up your face in embarrassment. “‘S alright, I used to do it a lot when I was younger…” he says, his voice faltering a bit at his last words.

You look back at Ghost, “How’d you do it?”

He looks back at you with a confused look.

“How’d you stop spacing out I mean.”

He looks at the floor now, ‘My family died and I focused my entire life and thoughts into the army so I don’t have to think about them-’ He thinks. “I joined the army and set my sights on the military, basically burying myself in work.”

“Huh, seems like I should do that then.” You chuckle at your own joke but Simon doesn’t think so.

“No, wouldn’t recommend it. You’ll end up fucked in the head like me. You won’t be human.” He says.

Silence. Ghost begins to worry that maybe he’s gone too deep.

“You’re not.” You say, Ghost cant bring himself to look at you and looks at what little scenery he can see. “You’re not entirely fucked in the head, you still show us that you’re still a human being. I’ve seen how you act Ghost, you show glimpses of the person- the man you are under that mask. Like right now.”

Ghost hears your footsteps stop, so he stops. He turns around and looks you in the eyes. Your smiling at him and his heart skips. He feels a rare feeling bubbling in his stomach, one he hasn’t felt In a while. ‘The man I am under the mask…’ He thinks.

“You noticed how I act out of work and you asked if I’m alright. When I got shot for the first time durning that mission in France, while we waited for evac, I was loosing my shit thinking I was gonna die even though the bullet was in my thigh,” You laugh at the memory. “You talked me through the pain and anxiety I was feeling and told me I was alright, you taught me the breathing techniques and proceeded to make shitty military jokes all to distract me from the chaos ensuing around us as I sat there bleeding.” Ghost remembers that time, you were on the team for almost a year, a rookie on the team but you were one of the best soldiers Price ever saw and that’s why you made it to the task force, you could handle being harmed by the hands of others, wither it be by their hands, being sliced by knives, pepper sprayed, tasered, or hit with inanimate objects you took it like a pro but you never got experienced the power of a bullet before, so when you finally got shot for the first time, the shock made you hysterical and the anxiety wasn’t helping you. It was just you and him teamed together. Despite seeing multiple things in his time in the army, seeing others shot, including himself, it wasn’t new. He was almost desensitized to it minus the pain that came with it, but when it came to you, he was almost scared. Hearing your scream in pain and fall to the ground he never felt his heart drop so hard in his life. He remembered breathing out in relief seeing the bullet was only in your thigh knowing you’d be okay, that you’d live.

“And there was also that time last year when it snowed and rained, the snow turned into slush, I didn’t have my snow shoes at the time and complained about not wanting to fall on my ass. You made a path of your foot prints from the building to the passenger side of the Jeep for me to walk in just so I wouldn’t slip. There’s times where you worry about the well being of Johnny, Gaz and Price and I during missions, especially when we got separated after the whole fiasco with Graves turning on us. Those are the moments where I don’t see a ghost of a man. I see Simon.”

Hearing you say his name made his heart skip a beat, now Simon knows for sure that he’s in love with you. “Thanks (yn).” He says with a small smile hidden behind the fabric of his balaclava.

This was the first time he’s heard you say his name, after the time in Las Almas when they were set to kill Graves, you were there when you saw his face for the first time and when Price used his real name. You got a glimpse of the real Simon for the first time. His eyes met yours and that was the first time he couldn’t tell what you were thinking but that was the day you knew you were in love with Ghost and Simon, the day you both finally gained each others trust, the day you smiled at him for the first time and made him fall even harder for you without even knowing it.

~~~~~

“Simon I can’t find my shoes again.” You call out from your bedroom you share with Simon. Looking inderneath you bed you can’t find your snow shoes to help you track through the ice.

“I think it’s still in the car with all the snow gear from last week.” He calls out from the kitchen already ready to head to the store but waiting for you to find your shoes.

You grunt and slam your head against the side of your mattress, the cushion bouncing your head. You remembered, last week you and Simon had gone snow boarding with the team, Price, Johnny, and Gaz, as a little gathering since you’re all on leave for a month. You and Simon had left all your gear including your snow clothes and shoes in the back of Simons truck. You heard footsteps thumping behind you, you turn your head around to see Simon entering your shared bedroom.

“Can you get them.” You plead. Simon chuckles before walking back out of your bedroom.

“Fine.” He agrees walking out the house.

You sit on your bed and wait for Simon to come back. After a few minutes pass, you grew confused, ‘Can he not find them? He’s been out there for a minute’ You think which makes you groan. Finally you hear the front door close and hear his footsteps approaching the room. You look back up at your boyfriend and don’t see your boots in either of his hands. “Are they not there?” You ask.

Simon shakes his head ‘No’ throwing his hands up in defeat. “It’s alright though, let’s just go.” He says as you sigh. You follow him out the door and wait beside him as he closes the door. You take a look at the truck when you notice a trail of his foot prints leading up to the passenger side of the truck. “Go on.” He says placing a hand on your lower back.

You stare at him for a few seconds until it clicks in your brain. You smile at Simon and kiss his cheek, “Thank you Si.” You say before walking into the snow, you place your feet in the tracks he’s already placed in a range wide enough for you to walk in, memories flooding back to you to that one winter, before you got your boots. You smile at the memory as Simon stands by the door watching you step in his tracks with a wide smile on his face. You finally make it to the passenger door and turn around to look at Simon and see the smile etched on his face. “Cmon doofus hurry up and unlock the door I’m freezing my ass off.” You laugh out.

Simon chortles a laugh, he presses the button allowing you to open the door and climb into the truck taking your seat on the already warmed seat, Simon opens his door. You turn around to place your bag in the back seat when a certain item caught your eye. “Heyy, my boots were back here.” You say grabbing the boots and looking at Simon, whom suspiciously acted surprised.

“Oh, I’d didn’t see them there. My bad.” He looked away and focused on buckling his seat belt.

“Uh-huh…” you squint your eyes at him before you paused. Simon was outside long enough to check the entire truck, you also remember hearing the truck doors open and close before it was silent for a minute. “You purposefully left them here just to watch me struggle to get to the car didn’t you?” You deadpanned.

You couldn’t miss the small smile that made its way to Simons face, “It’s entertaining to see you walk in my foot prints and as much as I hate saying the word, it’s kinda cute to watch.”

You roll your eyes at him before buckling yourself in, as Simon pulls out the driveway, you take off your shoes and replace them with your boots.

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“Simon I’m fine, I walked perfectly fine at the house.” You sat in the passenger seat of the truck with the door open as you watch your husband set out tracks for you on the snow again. The first show of winter arrived yesterday with 5 inches of snow fall over the night. You had an appointment the very next morning to get a check up, but due to the unexpected snow the snow plower trucks were delayed until late morning to arrive at the hospital and the staff couldn’t bother to shovel the gigantic parking lot only the side walks and front entrance.

So Simon ‘forced’ you to stay on the porch as he made footprints for you to follow as you bring out your phone to start recording Simon making tracks, you silently slide off the seat and onto the ground the best you could, placing your feet in his footprints you began. You try to capture your feet but your protruding belly gets in the way, it’s been difficult to see your feet for quiet some time ever since you hit 7 months into your pregnancy. You angle your camera back you to Simon and began to waddle your way towards your husband. He could hear snow crunching and snapped his head back towards you to see you a few feet away from the truck and struggling a bit.

Without a second thought, Simon quickly makes his way to you taking hold of your free hand to help steady you, “I thought I told you to stay on the truck until I’m done.”

You scrunch your face at him as you stop walking. “I told you I was fine, I’m still perfectly capable of doing things Simon. I’m not the baby here so there’s no reason to worry so much.”

He rolls his eyes and grumbles, “I’ll give plenty of good reasons; you can’t see your bloody feet which makes your balance arse, you waddle like a penguin, you walk slow,” He lists off things in a ‘matter of factly’ tone. You glare at him as he smirks and snakes an arm around your waist with the other holding your hand. “Do I need to bring up the amount of times you’ve almost tripped and missed steps on the stairs and little cracks in the sidewalks?”

“Okay, okay- I get it.” You glare at him as he began to lead you up to the entrance, “You’re a pain in my ass.” You jokingly laughed out.

Simon let’s out a chuckle, “Yea? It’s a pain in my ass having to make tracks for you just so you don’t fall on your ass.”

“You have the choice to stop but you don’t, you love me too much to stop.” You purr out giving him a kiss on his cheek.

Simon chuckled and kisses your forehead, “That I do love,” his hand on your waist shifts forward the the side of your belly, rubbing your bump covered by your jacket. “That I do.”

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oceantornadoo · 26 days

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hii! can you do what it would be like asking price to put pads on the shopping list?? and then when price goes shopping he has to call you to ask for what size ?? 😭😭 btw i love love your work, hope u had a good day💞.

im pretty sure you're referring to this post but i decided to make this price x reader so :) enjoy!

bsf marriage pact!price x reader, he's slightly creepy but he's sweet (this is actually a bit dubcon but its in good spirit)

you had had a shit day. actually, make that a shit week. emotional the whole time, feeling lonely, depressed, and with the weirdest cravings. right when you were about to call your best friend and rant about how terrible you felt, you had went to the bathroom and- oh.

that explains a lot.

and now here you were, sitting on the toilet for the past ten minutes, contemplating. you were completely out of all period products and your flow was so heavy there was no way you were making it to the store free bleeding or with toilet paper as a makeshift pad. of course, that's when john decided to call you (let's be real, who doesn't take their phone to the bathroom. don't judge.)

"evenin', duckie."

"ugh john, i told you not to call me that. its so annoying."

john grunted a chuckle into the phone, swiping a hand over his beard. "you love it." silence. he could practically hear your eye roll. "dinner tonight?" he was pacing his apartment, uncharacteristic for a man like him. calm, cool, collected. never when it came to you.

"can't, sorry. maybe in a few days." he grunted. "could order a takeaway?" you sighed in his ear, the sound a melody he craved to hear over and over again. on lazy saturdays and in-between small fights over laundry. baby steps, though.

"its just not in the cards tonight, john, i'm sorry." you were never like this, withholding information. even when you cancelled on him, it was with a long-winded explanation with the names of about seven people he didn't know and plans you didn't want to go to. "'s wrong, duck? got a hot date or somethin'?" he mentally crossed his fingers, not allowing a physical expression. he wasn't that whipped. not yet.

"no, im just sick. and tired." his muscles relaxed. he started putting on his boots and grabbed a fleece, something gaz insisted was not too tryhard for someone like him. "i'll run to the store and grab ya medicine, hm? what'dya need?" you sighed again, rubbing your fingers to your forehead. he obviously was not giving this up and you did really need pads...

"ill text you a list when you get there. thanks john."

"anythin' for you, duckie."

list: pads, advil, that one chocolate candy you know i like, something for dinner

shit. price had been with a woman or two, but had never had to buy her pads. of course, he'd never let it get to that stage, not when he had you to take care of. but now here he was, staring at playtex and always and what the fuck was a diva cup? he'd better call you.

"all ok, john?"

"ya didn't give me a color on your pads, duck." you giggled. of course he paid attention to the green versus orange pads.

"its pretty heavy so some of the overnight and extra daytime ones would work." silence.

"...there's numbers." your cheeks warmed. you couldn't believe you were talking about this with john of all people.

"god, john. this feels so embarrassing. so weird to talk about with you."

"why? gotta know this for the rest of my life, duckie." shit. he was referring to that night a couple weeks ago, when you confessed to him you thought you'd never find love. when he said he'd marry you in a heartbeat, just say the word. when you compromised by telling him if you were still single in two years, you'd go to the courthouse then and there. when you didn't see him turn and write the date in phone, just as a reminder.

"5, john. there should be a moon symbol or something. and then 3. should be green, i think?" he grunted an affirmation, putting the respective pads in his cart. he turned around, having said goodbye and ended the call, and was subsequently greeted by three women, staring. paused in their product selection, staring openmouthed at how nonchalant he was about buying pads.

30 minutes later he was at your place, groceries and takeaway in hand as he used his spare key to let himself in. "duck?" all quiet. he stalked through your place and noticed the light on in the bathroom. one, two, three quick knocks. "john?" "'s me. can i come in?" "no i- need you to get me something." he waited patiently. "can you go to my dresser and grab a pair of underwear. something ugly, lots of coverage." who was he to say no to a free invite to your underwear drawer?

john dropped the pads outside your bathroom door and headed to your bedroom. finding your dresser, he had to give himself a second. calm down, old man. they're all clean.

that didn't stop him from sniffing a few, reveling at the scent of your laundry detergent. he almost groaned at the scent, imagining you in them. even in the "unsexy" pairs, your curves clothed in cotton and elastic, wrapped up in a lovely package. all his.

john selected a pair with "lots of coverage", whatever that meant, and headed to your bathroom. he opened the door with ease, setting your pads down on the counter. you shrieked.

"john! im half naked, you need to knock." obviously, the sight of your bare thighs and the top of your mound peaking out was most welcome, but he was more concerned about getting you off the toilet and putting food in your belly. "jus' me, duckie. come on, show me how to do it." he gestured at the pads. he couldn't be serious.

you slowly unboxed them, taking care to cover your naked body as much as possible. even while moving slowly, your shirt still shifted and he caught glimpses of your pretty pussy. an image for another day, when you weren't in pain. he focused on your fingers, deftly putting the pad on your underwear with years of practice. he memorized how you placed the pad, ensuring it stuck to your underwear before tearing the paper off the wings and tucking them on the other side. you looked up at him and he nodded, mission complete. "thank you, by the way." he kissed your forehead, so quick you could have missed it in a blink.

"turn around, i have to put it on." he sat back on his haunches, staring. "go'on. 've gotta learn somehow." you were too tired to care, ready to devour your dinner. you missed his hungry gaze as you revealed your cunt to him, wanting even though it was covered in blood. you missed his fingers twitching as you slowly pulled on your underwear, fabric caressing your skin like he yearned to. you got up, flushed, and washed your hands, missing how he tucked his fingers in belt loops and leaned back into the wall, a move he'd done many times in his tac vest.

"thank you, john. truly." he gave you a grin under the muttonchops, all satisfied. task finished, mission accomplished. you had asked him to do this, a husbandly duty. after you dried your hands, you made a move for the door, but he stopped you with a hand to the jaw. he brushed his beard against you, feeling the shiver in your bones. his mouth hovered near your ear, accent coming out low and sultry. "anythin' for my future wife, duckie."

ngl this got a bit weird but i like it??? had to struggle to not lean into my simon riley weirdness tendencies as im still learning john as a character.

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sebscore · 10 months

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Could you write something with lewis? Like maybe he tries to teach y/n how to surf and its just a bunch of fluff on vacation and maybe she falls asleep on him

SURF’S UP | LEWIS H.

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!reader

warnings: kissing. mentions of checking someone out.

author's note: why did it took me so long to write this request? cause im a procrastinator :) im sorry to this anon and i hope you still get to see this somehow! <3 also, i need to learn to actually follow what the request says, cause i read one thing and completely write the other lol help me 😭

masterlist

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''No, Lu! Absolutely not.'' She was adamant, shaking her head over and over again.

Lewis loudly sighed at her decline. He moved so he was sitting behind her on the beach towel, putting his hands on her shoulders and he started massaging them. ''Come on, darling. The feeling of the ocean around you is indescribable and sitting out beyond the waves… you'll feel a new appreciation for the sea and nature. It's a dream of mine to-''

''Yeah, I know. You want to surf every day, catch the perfect wave and something about the sunset, and when you have a dream, we shouldn't let anyone tell us we can't achieve it.'' His partner finished his sentence, teasing his way of inspirational speaking.

The Brit pulled her backwards into him, pinching her sides. ''Hey! Don't mock me, I'm serious about this.'' His words contrasted the tone in which he spoke; he absolutely loved it when she teased him.

''I know, I'm sorry,'' she kissed the side of his neck, leaning her arms on his spread-out knees, ''I prefer watching you surf, Lu.''

''You just like my butt in the wetsuit!'' He exclaimed, adding a giggle at the end.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. ''I mean- you said it yourself. I have to appreciate the nature.'' She winked at her partner, using his own words to justify checking him out when he wore the black stretchy material that perfectly hugged his figure.

''That's not what I meant, but I'll take it.'' Lewis pecked her cheek a few times, his beard tickling her face.

His eyes lingered on hers, admiring the way she was observing the sea and the other surfers. ''You really don't want to give it a try, love?'' He asked, a last attempt at convincing her.

She shook her head. ''Another time, Lu,'' Y/N squeezed his right knee, ''just want to relax and check my boyfriend out.'' She sighed, a huge grin present as she grabbed her sunglasses and put them on.

''Okay then, try not to drool, though.'' He smirked before quickly planting a kiss on her lips, and making his way over to where his surfboard was stationed.

Y/N watched her boyfriend run to the water, his board underneath his arm. She wasn't subtle about staring at his… assets, but she was going home with those assets and she knows how much Lewis loves it when her attention is solely on him.

''What a life… what a life.''

#f1 fic #f1 fics #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton fic #f1 x you #f1 x reader #lewis hamilton imagines

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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Good Morning precious, I hope you have a blessed Wednesday<3 could I possibly have a lil request of Dad's friend Joel miller X fem reader who's attracted to Joel but he's same age as her dad and feels queasy at the thought but couldn't help herself so one day when Joel was in her dad's house talking and her dad slipped out for a few hours she grabbed his belt by her finger and started to kiss him..🤭 thank you angel for blessing me with you blog every day!!💗😭ilysm!!😭💗

ohhhh yeaahh 🥵 love it!

Coming onto Joel when your Dad leaves

master list | CW: 18+ NSFW unsafe PIV sex, dubcon kiss?

When you pull up to your dad's house and see Joel's truck, you get butterflies. Joel is old, too old, but painfully hot. Your dad has to pick up some supplies across town. Joel stands at the front door, jeans as tight as always. He rolls up his sleeves as you walk up the driveway, then holds the door open, but not all the way – your skirt brushes up against him on your way in. You smell his aftershave and sweat, and the butterflies in your stomach migrate South. It feels weird if you think too much about him being your dad's age, but that fades entirely when he says your name as he greets you good morning. There’s something intimate about how he says it.

As soon as he closes the door behind you, something comes over you. You've never needed anyone so bad. You drop your bag on the floor and turn to face him, getting just a few inches away. He looks back and forth between your eyes and his brow furrows. The air is electric between you. You slip your finger into his brown leather belt and pull him into you.

"Whoa, sugar" he says, and swallows. "What are you-"

You cut him off with a kiss. He's minty. His salt and pepper beard pleasantly prickles your chin. It takes him a second to reciprocate, but when he does, that kiss is spring-loaded with need, even before your tongues meet. He moans, “mmmm," into your lips. His tongue invades your mouth and he sucks the air out of you. You breathe through your nose. Your hand slides down to massage the front of his jeans and a bulge hardens into your fingers. You unbuckle his belt, frantically unzip him and plunge your hand into his jeans. He grunts into the side of your mouth as his hard package swells into your hand.

“What’s gotten into you?” he asks between heavy breaths. He kisses your neck and gropes your ass.

“Nothing yet, that's your job," you say as his large hands slip under your skirt to knead your naked cheeks clad only in a thong.

Joel groans and pulls your body closer against his. A surge of arousal floods you when you feel his hard cock through your skirt. Keeping your body close against his, he walks you into the nearest room and pushes aside all the home renovation plans he and your dad were looking at. He pins you up against the table and hikes up your skirt. His hand travels down your crack and hooks under your body, finding your crotch from behind. Two fingers slip under your moist thong.

His breath deepens as he grinds his arousal into you from the front and rubs your warm wet folds from the back. Your clit is pounding and your body is begging to be filled with his. You wedge your hand between your bodies and free his cock. It’s thick, rock-hard, and weeping.

"Fuck," he breathes. He forcefully turns you around and bends you over the table, pressing the small of your back with one hand and holding his raging erection in the other.

You tilt your hips, spread your legs, and your thong is pushed out of the way as he nestles the tip at your entrance. You can hardly stand to wait another second. The head nudges inside you and the gentle stretch makes you gasp. You push back onto him at the same time he plunges inside you. Your mouth falls open with a moan.

“God damn,” he says. He stays there for a moment and you twitch around him before he retreats and plunges into you once more.

He buries his length in you again and again, and you push back, sheathing his cock with your tight warmth. He gropes your breasts and his breath is littered with moans as he continues to fuck you. He says your name, and the tension in your core begins to release.

“Joel, I’m–” your words devolve into a groan as you come. He fucks you hard through your climax. Your walls clench around him with every wave, then you feel him pulse inside you. He sighs loudly in relief as he pumps you full of his cum.

Megan, you have some of the best asks 🖤 I'm honored to receive them. Have a great day!

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller smut #dbf!joel miller #dbf!joel #pedro pascal #toxicanonymity ☠️

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toppersbitch · 1 year

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Okay okay I saw this prompt : Cry all you want… I’m starting to think you’re enjoying this.

Maybe your character somehow liking it when Sebastian used crucio on you?😭 idk

Cry All You Want // Sebastian Sallow x Reader

All underage characters are aged up to 18+!

Summary: Although you HATED having crucio cast on you, the way Sebastian cared for you after made you kind of like it…

Word Count: 600

Warnings: Hogwarts Legacy spoilers, changing of events and dialogue, kinda sadistic, torture, throw up

Prompt: “Cry all you want… I’m starting to think you’re enjoying this.”

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"I can teach you Crucio or I can cast it on you."

"Wait, you didn’t know how to cast crucio." Sebastian’s words took you aback. Why in Merlin’s beard did he know how to do that?

"Because I'm not sure I do," he retorted, "but Ominous has left us no choice; I don't want us to follow in Gaunt's footsteps; I can cast it if I have to," he gestured at himself, touching his chest.

"I won’t cast it on you; you have to cast it on me," you said, with almost no thoughts running through your mind before agreeing.

"I'm not going to forget this," he said, reaching out his hand to grab your shoulder.

You stood, preparing yourself for Sebastian to cast the spell; you couldn’t imagine the type of pain that was about to hit you. A curse you'd heard so much about, with so much fear attached to it.

"Ready?" You watched as he raised his wand, squeezing your eyes shut.

"I’m ready," you readied yourself, placing your feet apart and bracing yourself.

"Crucio!" Sebastian yelled, and you felt a blast push you back and a rush of aches and pains. It was debilitating; you wanted to run and hide, and you grabbed at your clothes. It burned and stung, and whatever other words you can think of to describe the pain. Your eyelids were bright red; that’s all you saw.

Then it finally stopped, all at once, with the pain still echoing through your body.

"Are you alright?" You heard a voice right beside you and felt a hand grab your arm. You flinched and smacked it away. You began to cry, whimpering, holding yourself in comfort.

"Hey," Sebastian said, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing his hand across your back.

Your body heaved against his as you cried; you could hear Ominous’s footsteps in the back. This definitely freaked him out. You let go of your stomach, wrapping your arms around Sebastian; it was the tightest embrace. You let your breath even out, tears slowed their flow, and your body felt nothing at all—such an odd sensation.

You took a deep breath, shakily letting it out. You moved back, slouching against the wall; your body was exhausted. You felt a churning sensation in your stomach. You closed your eyes and inhaled and exhaled deeply. Sebastian grabbed your hand, providing a sense of support. You grabbed on, turning to the side and allowing dinner to come up. You slouched once more, beginning to giggle in relief, first quietly, then loudly. Tears are still streaming down your face.

"What?" Sebastian questioned you, and you clutched your stomach, feeling the pain from laughing so hard, and you clutched Sebastian's arm, keeping you from rolling to the ground.

"Cry all you want; I'm starting to think you enjoyed it," he said, grabbing your shoulders to keep you steady.

"I did not enjoy that," you said, staring him dead in the eyes. Crucio was a miserable curse, and you hoped to never go through that again. But if Sebastian held you like that every time, it might not be the worst thing in the world to deal with.

"Then why are you laughing?" He was puzzled, his eyebrows furrowing. He wiped your leftover tears away, wiping them on his green robes.

"I just feel amazing now; I feel so light," you said, jumping up with a springy action. You were never going to tell Sebastian that you liked his touch. You just hoped he would do it again, even if that meant Crucio again.

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bau-drabbles · 1 year

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a/n: heavily inspired by those all posts but i can't find who they're from, i'm sorry 😭

your instagram but you're dating aaron hotchner :)

except i have no idea how to write for hotch/the team so it's definitely ooc 😹

part 2, 3, 4

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y/n_xo: bearded aaron hottie >> 😮‍💨😮‍💨

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a.hotch: you tell me this after i shaved it all off

y/n_xo: you're still a hottie! just a beardless one 🤍

a.hotch: i'll grow it back for you

y/n_xo: my whole husband 🫶🥹

penny.garcia: you both make my heart so warm 💗 the ice king has finally melted his heart, this'll be such a good story for your kids! 🥹

d.morgan: yall make me so sick

its.emilyp: i feel like this man popped outta the womb with a glare looool

a.hotch: 🤨

its.emilyp: 🙂***

itsjj: suddenly i fear you have a whole stack of paperwork to complete

its.emilyp: and you'd be correct 😪

penny.garcia: SIR 🗣 AYO SIR 🗣🗣 SIR YOU LOOKIN FINE SIR 🗣🗣🗣🗣

reid.gram: not you thirsting over our BOSS 😦

d.morgan: i don't like this, babygirl

itsjj: sometimes sharing is not caring

its.emilyp: i hate it here ☹

penny.garcia: that wasn't me!! 😩 @/y/n_xo grabbed my phone!

y/n_xo: my bad, can't be thirsting on the main 🧍‍♀️

d.morgan: you can barely even see me, why we so blurry?

reid.gram: did you really expect high quality pictures from @/y/n_xo, be honest

the.davidrossi: always the blind ones out here taking 240p pictures

y/n_xo: always the old ones with the most audacity

d.morgan: FOULL 🤣

reid.gram: see, me personally i wouldn't take that type of disrespect

y/n_xo: all that iq and you still can't find a date 😔🤞

its.emilyp: that's my girl 😏

a.hotch: you stop influencing her right now

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y/n_xo: new boyfriend applications, this one is mean 😒

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a.hotch: wait does that sign not mean something good?

its.emilyp: no it does! nowadays it means peace and happiness

d.morgan: yeah it's also a way to say you love someone a lot

a.hotch: really? @/y/n_xo 🙂🖕❤

itsjj: LMAOOO

reid.gram: I CANT BREATHE

penny.garcia: IVE ALREADY SS THIS AND SENT IT ON THE GC 😂

y/n_xo: my poor man 😭

a.hotch: all of you are getting into trouble

its.emilyp: so worth it 😹

yourexname: i miss you ❤

a.hotch: you're going to miss when you didn't write this

penny.garcia: currently documenting every second of this

reid.gram: we're watching a historical event unfold, you guys

itsjj: i'm a little concerned for this man's safety

its.emilyp: hey, alls fair in love and war 😍

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y/n_xo: never leave your phone unattended pls

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reid.gram: of course you choose the one picture of my double chin

y/n_xo: it's always out wdym

reid.gram: .... oh

d.morgan: you walked straight into that one, pretty boy

penny.garcia: you guys are so mean 😭 my poor boy wonder

reid.gram: all these haters and for what? 😒

its.emilyp: i smell the cheetos from here

itsjj: i did not eat any 😡

y/n_xo: liar. they were on the side

its.emilyp: called it. my cheeto girl ❤

penny.garcia: time to play cupid, methinks 😌

y/n_xo: budge over will, emily's taking your place ‼️‼️

its.emilyp: 😏

itsjj: 😳

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y/n_xo: two best friends in a room.... they might kiss 😳

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the.davidrossi: how can i delete someone else's picture?

d.morgan: don't be embarrassed rossi, embrace your truth ✊

itsjj: we support you ✊

its.emilyp: sassy king ✊

reid.gram: hey, at least you and @/its.emilyp have something in common ✊

its.emilyp: literally choke

penny.garcia: you owe me 5 bucks @/y/n_xo 🥳

the.davidrossi: i hate all of you

itsjj: aww they look a little like henry and jack, forced to take a picture

a.hotch: that's because we were. this was the 10th picture

y/n_xo: that's cause you're so pretty ❤

the.davidrossi: i genuinely got heatstroke after this. never ever take pictures if @/y/n_xo is near

y/n_xo: :(

a.hotch: ignore him, he's on his sixth wife for a reason. i love all your pictures sweetheart ❤

y/n_xo: :")

penny.garcia: the absolute CUTENESS i CANNOT 😩🥹💗💗

its.emilyp: i can be a better boyfriend than him

y/n_xo: i love you

a.hotch: i am sorry??

reid.gram: damn the silence is loud

itsjj: reid don't be an instigator..... but do i sense a relationship forming? 👀

d.morgan: nah, i could treat you way better princess

a.hotch: @/d.morgan and @/its.emilyp both of you in my office now

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #derek morgan #penelope garcia #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #david rossi #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotch fluff #aaron hotch hotchner

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ilovemason19 · 6 months

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Soft - Mason Mount

pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

summary: you’re helping your boyfriend shave his beard :)

warnings: mason says some inappropriate things (boy’s dirty🙄), mention of cuts, ig that’s it

word count: 900

requested: no

a/n: a short one. he just looks sooo fucking delicious, it’s giving 2020 euros 🙏🏼 oh and the heading is terrible 😭 anyways enjoy, feedback is always very much appreciated ty!

“babeee” your boyfriend shouted from upstairs.

“yeeeaah?” you screamed back, wondering what he wanted now.

“come here real quick” he said.

“comiiing” you made your way upstairs searching for him. “which room?”

“bathroom baby” he replied.

as soon as you entered the bathroom you saw your boyfriend holding shaving cream and a razor in his hands while smiling at you

“wanna help me shave my beard?” he asked with a bright smile on his face.

“whaaaaat you’re shaving???” you asked, kinda unsure of his idea

“yeah… why?” his smile slowly fading

“nooo don’t get me wrong baby but i just love your beard so much i’m so used to it.” you explained

“so u don’t want me to shave?” he asked, kinda disappointed

“i didn’t say that now, did i?” you smirked taking the shaving cream from his hand

he smiled at you sitting down on the toilet seat

“soo where do i start i’ve never done that” you asked your boyfriend who was now laughing at you.

“fuck you, don’t laugh” you punched his chest.

“babee it’s like shaving your legs just shave it all off” he laughed like a little kid

“yeah yeah alright got that, now stop laughing” you rolled your eyes at him

“come sit down” he pointed to his lap

“mason no.” you said shaking your head

he grabbed your arm pulling you between his legs “cmon babe”

“mase you know we won’t end up shaving your beard.” you said trying to free yourself from his hard grip

“we will, cmon sit down” he pushed you down onto his lap

“promise you won’t touch me anywhere that drives me crazy” looking with a deadly look at him

he put his hands up as if to threaten “i promise” he assured.

“i’ll touch you later tho” he said smirking while looking at your boobs that were barely covered due to your open top.

you rolled your eyes at him “let’s just get this finished”

you started to apply shaving cream on his beard, your boyfriend couldn’t help but smile and laugh all the time

“masoooon stop moving, you’re getting shaving cream all over your face and clothes” you complained

“sorry but you look so concentrated as if you’re doing surgery” he laughed nearly sheding some tears.

“shut up and give me the damn razor” you opened your hand

“here you go ma’am” he handed it to you

“what if i cut you?” you asked afraid of hurting him

“babe don’t worry just start. you’re overreacting you’re just shaving my beard some little cuts won’t do anything to me” he tried to calm you down “just start yeah?

you took a deep breath and started shaving his right side to the middle, shaving his mustache

“you already look so much younger” you spoke as you put your hand over your mouth in shock

“the person you fell in love with” he smirked while putting his hands on your waist and moving down to your ass

“mason no touching you fucker” you looked at him with a serious expression

he immediately put his hands away “yeah yeah calm down”

you then shaved his left side and looked at him in disbelief. “go wash your face” you got up from him

he washed his whole face and came up with closed eyes “babe hand me the towel” he said moving his arms around in the air

“maseee you look so much younger oh my god” you couldn’t believe your eyes

“babe. the towel. i can’t see” he moved his arm even harder now

“yeaaah chill” you handed it to him and he dried his face looking immediately at himself in the mirror

“fuck do i look good” he said proudly smirking with the cockiest smirk ever

“you indeed do, i’m getting flashbacks from the past” you reminded him, putting your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss

“woow no stubbles” you said looking at him and touching his now soft face “feels amazing” you happily exclaimed

“wait till i put on after shave you’ll love it” he said grabbing the after shave from the dresser and putting it on his face

“ohh you smell so delicious mase” you said smelling on his face and touching it

“see guess you like my babyface more than my beard” he tried to make a statement

“nope nothing goes over your sexy beard, you look cute tho” you said kissing his nose

“mhh thanks bae” he said rolling his eyes

“jk mase you know i love all versions of you” you smiled at him

“all versions?” he asked looking at you with a confused expression

“weeeelll prince hair, buzz cut.. and soo much more don’t even get me started”

“you love all of them yeah?” he said smirking while pulling you against him

“of course i do” you said squeezing his face “i will definitely touch your face the whole time now it’s so fucking soft wow” you said poking his cheek

“babee stooop” he said laughing, removing your hand from his face

“you look so handsome” you admired him as if you saw him for the first time

“thank you babe you look stunning” he said spinning you around and kissing your head

“i love you” he mumbled against your head

“i love you too masey” you said holding his face with both your hands “def gonna glue my hands onto your face tonight” you admitted

“someone’s obsessed huh?” he said smirking

“since ever” you said smiling and kissing his soft cheek

he laughed and shook his head at your cuteness.

#mason mount x reader #mason mount #mason mount fluff #money mase

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makncheese12 · 11 months

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corbul mic

Summary: what are the odds of meeting a pretty dark haired girl in your uncles bar?

A/N: I do not know Romanian so I used Google translate, GIVE ME A BREAK😭

This is for the short girlies since everyone is apparently taller than Jenna😔

Anything like in italics (I think that’s the word?) is Romanian.

Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

A groan escapes your lips as your head bops up against the shoulder of the boy carrying you in a direction you didn’t know nor did you care.

Your only worry was the fact that every time your head hit his shoulder it would throb as if you were banging it against a pole but if you tried to lift it up to stop it would only grow worse and your muscles holding you up would go out.

Maybe you shouldn’t have drank so much last night. You certainly didn’t think so while you were drinking but as of now, you wanted to bury yourself alive with how you felt.

Another groan as you watch your arms dangle loosely. “Why are you so bumpy?..” you drag out making the man holding you chuckle lightly.

“I’m being as gentle as I can, besides it’s what you get for drinking most of the night.” He laughs as you rest your cheek on his shoulder, beard stubble tickling your face as you do so.

The smell of shaving cream filling your senses as you look up toward his freshly shaven mullet.

“I didn’t drink that much..” you mumble, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder. A loud snort comes from him as he rounds a corner.

“Not that much? You were trying to start a fight with a street cat calling it papa.” He laughs and you groan once again. “We come back from a tour and you expect me not to celebrate?”

Three months away from your home town and around the United States with your band and it was far more than a success. Though they were already big in the world and you had only just joined last year, the people seemed to love you just as much as they loved the older members.

It was thrilling, really. Being on stage with hundreds of people watching for the first time after their guitarist left and was replaced by you. It was nerves wracking at first but once the adrenaline came in they were long gone.

A lot of the people were pissed off about how they had replaced the other member so easily and it hit headlines quick after your first performance, people debating if you should even be in the band.

There was even a petition going around for you to be kicked out of the band so the originals could be the only ones. A petty little thing you weren’t really worried about.

And you didn’t care in all honesty, about any of it. As long as you got to play and make music. And after joining the band, your streams from your own songs went up on every music platform.

You of course didn’t show off as much as your bands mates, it was still their show and you were just a prop to make them sound good.

“Let’s not forget how you broke down in tears when the cat ran off.” He completely ignores your earlier statement as the memory resurfaces inside his head, you falling to your knees and reaching for the empty space in front of you.

“Shut up Mikey.” You mumble as he steps up the stairs to the bar, your head bouncing against his shoulder much rougher before he steps inside, the loud bell above the door startled you slightly causing a jolt to invade your body.

“Ah, there’s the little rockstar.” A voice booms through the air as Mikey places you on the floor, arms and legs sprawled out. “Was your fourteen hour nap good, or did you want to sleep some more on the floor?” The room fills with laughter, men and woman in different sizes watch as you sit up slowly.

“Suck my dick.” You say giving him the finger as a man grabs under your arm pit and hulls you up. “Let’s sober you up for tonight.” He chuckles before guiding you to the bar.

You look up toward the much larger man, gray and black being swept back by his bandana, cigarette resting on his ear. His black tank top stretched across his large torso, showing the large amount of tattoos. You would have thought he was mean looking if you didn’t know him.

As soon as you take your seat, your eyes spot the French fries and burger in front of another large man. You reach over and begin shoving a few in your mouth.

“Hey Terri.” You mumble and a grunt in response comes from the man as he watches you steal a large amount of his fries from his plate.

“Did you miss me?” You ask, smiling wide as you look up at the man and watch as his mouth quirks up into a little smirk. He didn’t talk much but you grew to know what didn’t little things meant.

“Ah, shucks!” You say, your own smile growing as you punch his shoulder. He didn’t budge.

As you reach for another handful of fries when suddenly a hand comes down quickly and smacks your hand making you yank back your arms and look up to see the older woman who glares at you.

“Stop stealing Terri’s food.” A frown forms on your face as you lean into the man. “Terri doesn’t mind,” you start before looking up to him. “Do you Terri?”

He grunts in response before his eyes go back to the overhead tv. “See? He doesn’t mind.” You reach out to grab another but she’s quick to smack your hand again before taking his plate, most likely to get him more fries.

Just as she enters the kitchen your uncle comes back out with a plate full of chicken and an empty glass.

He sets the plate in front of you before filling the glass with a clear liquid.

“You start in forty.” He says as he leans against the counter to watch as you scarf down the food on your plate, a small smile resting on his face.

“Did you hear, they’re doing a little show nearby and a bunch of actors are staying in town.” He tells you before sitting up from his leaning position on the counter.

“What’s that got to do with me?” Your voice muffled through your food as you narrow your eyes at the man.

“I want you to behave,” there was a small warning in his voice, one you had heard countless times. It was as if he was asking you to challenge him or disobey. Though most of the time you did, you couldn’t help but gulp lightly.

“This town is a quiet one, let’s keep it that way?” A request? Surely he didn’t think you were that dumb to try and bring chaos into his quiet world.

You may have enjoyed a loud life, but he certainly didn’t. Preferring you to just keep your loud music to a certain level while you played in his bar or the club down town.

You roll your eyes as you shove another piece of chicken into your mouth. “Just because Jonas leaked out location last time doesn’t mean I will.” You huff out quietly, remembering back to the time when the boy had fans rolling into your camping grounds.

“I’m just saying, no funny business.” He says raising his hands up in defense before walking away. You grumble quietly as you continue eating your food.

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“What do you plan on playing?” Mikey asks as you push your guitar box across the stage. “I haven’t decided yet.”

His face drops into an annoyed look as you open your book and begin flipping through the pages.

“You start in five minutes and you mean to tell me, you don’t know what you’re going to play?” He asks, noses scrunching up slightly as you flip through your work, unpublished songs filled the notebook. Ones you preferred only to play for your towns people.

“My head is still pounding give me a break.” You mumble as you continue flipping through the pages to see what best fit the mood for tonight. You glance around for a moment, a few people play pool and laugh. Others say drinking and quietly conversating. That left the already drunk people who were dancing around the floor and laughing, most of the people drinking now would join the eventually.

It was how it was most nights, doke nights quiet and others full of people; these nights were usually on Fridays.

Fridays were your favorites, ever since you were little when your uncle first brought you into his bar on a Friday after school. Most of your friends were made playing poker, being taught how to really play whether it be cheating, lying or playing truthfully. All you knew was that you were one hell of a poker player and knew everyone’s poker face like the back of your hand.

Sure you couldn’t drink alcohol but that didn’t stop you from having your uncle keep a few jugs of apple juice behind the counter.

You hum quietly before looking through the pages once again. But before you could the book is snatched from your hands all too quickly as Mikey races off.

You stand there for a moment, mind calculating what had just happened before you rush after him. You wouldn’t have really cared if there weren’t songs in their you weren’t exactly proud of and would be teased for months on end for.

“Come here you skinny bastard!” You call out pushes the chairs he had jumped over out of your way. He jumps over the counter before jumping up sliding it into an empty slot made for a different cups.

Your eyes widen as your rush over toward the slot and he slides over the counter once again.

You gape up toward the book that hung out slightly, before reaching up on your tip toes. You don’t even come close to touching it before jumping up, finger tips just barely grazing over the spine before huffing out in frustration as quiet laughs are heard behind you.

Your head whips around to see the source was Mikey, Jonas, your uncle and two younger looking men as they watch in amusement.

“You think this is funny?” You ask voice more than serious as they continue to chuckle to themselves. “Not at all,” your uncle says, eyes scrunching from smiling too hard.

“Just wondering why you don’t reach up and grab it like a normal person.” Your eyes widen and jaw clenches as your glare intensifies, face scrunching up in anger as the men continue to laugh.

“Average! I’m average!” You yell out, arms being thrown up in the air only making them laugh harder.

“Average my ass, your missing a few inches for that darlin’.” Jonas says shaking his head and you narrow your eyes at him.

He couldn’t talk, he was only a five foot nine fully grown man, at least you had an excuse being a woman.

“Come on, guys!” You groan out. “I need to choose a song and now I barely have time.”

“Choose from the heart.” Mikey says in a sing song voice, placing his hand over where his heart was.

“You know my memory is bad.” You grumble before turning back around to look up at the book, the edge taunting you as you do so.

Huffing out, you walk back up to the shelf before placing a foot your foot on the sturdiest thing and pull yourself, making sure your grip on the cabinets are tight as you reach up for the book.

Still, it was out of reach and you huff out as you bring your other foot above the over and once again pull yourself up, fingers grazing over the book. With one last stretch you grasp the book and a victorious smile forms on your face.

It’s quickly wiped off as two fingers jab into your sides and you lose your grip on both the book and and the cabinet.

You hit the floor with a loud thud and groan out, head pounding once again.

Your eyes land on a laughing Mikey as he holds his stomach, and hurting from suddenly laughing so hard.

You grumble loudly as you get to your feet, bolting at him but he quickly moves out of the way and around the bar.

The two of you run around, people moving out of your way and you move around and under people. Some laugh at your antics while others roll their eyes in annoyance, to used to the two of you acting like this.

Just as you round around a corner, you bump into a hard surface. Harder enough to knock you onto the floor.

A loud high pitch noise emits from the back of your throat as you roll on the ground to see who you had bumped into.

Your eyes land on a tall man, haired pulled back into a rat tail of a pony tail as his eyes widen while staring down at you, a large group not too far behind him.

“Well are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna help up a poor woman in need?” You grumble, noise scrunches slightly in annoyance when all he does is look at you.

“Damn tourist.” You mumble before being pulled up forcefully off the ground. Suddenly you’re not longer in pain from hitting the floor as you begin hitting his chest.

“Don’t touch me!” You call out, watching his smile grow before it looks to the man who had knocked you over raising his eyebrows.

“You’re American?” He asks, accent thick as he looks throughout the group around the small round table and you can’t help but do the same. And boy were you glad you did.

Everyone was more than beautiful, no flaws in any of their features as you look over their faces. One man had luxurious hair you were more than jealous of while the girl next to him lacked it.

Your eyes continue to travel over the group before a particular black haired girl caught your eye and you can’t help the way your hearts skips a beat and begins to speed up. Was this what a heart attack felt like?

Freckles littered across her face, dark eyes watching the interaction carefully looking between the three of you as if something bad was about to happen.

“I am so sorry.” The man says, putting his hands up and looking between you two. “It’s alright, it’s her fault for running around like a mad woman.” Mikey replies chuckle lightly but you can’t find yourself to react as you continue stare at the woman.

Her eyes soon land on you and your heart pounds even more, not noticed the other sets of eyes on you. The way her eyes bore into yours makes your palms sweat and you can’t help but gulp lightly as the next words come out of your mouth.

“You’re very pretty.” You say unconsciously as a snort is heard beside you. The girl only furrows her eyebrows in confusion along with the others. Right, tourist. Most don’t know how to speak your language.

But you still can’t help continue to stare, eyes staying locked with hers, palms becoming sweaty at her lack of reaction even if you knew she couldn’t speak your language.

“Alright love girl,” the man says as he lifts you up under your arm pits and carries you toward the stages, eyes never leaving the woman as the people who heard nearby smirk or laugh to themselves. “Let’s get you away from the embarrassment so we can go on stage.”

“They won’t know, they’re tourist.” You mumble as he sits you down on the stage. “And what about the song?” You ask, eyes traveling back toward the book still stuck in the slot.

“I chose one.” Jonas says as he holds out a CD case with sharpie marker written on top of it. A smile forms on your face at the realization of the song before looking up to him. It wasn’t one of your songs but it was definitely one of his favorites.

“How’d you get this on CD?” You ask tapping it in your other hand lightly. He shrugs after fixing his septum piercing and taking the CD. “There are things called printers, you know?” He states making you roll your eyes hard as you stand up on the stage.

Your eyes land on a large group of people you had recognized from down the street and now you really see where he got it from as they all wait in anticipation nearby the dance area.

“Hope your ready to wake up with a sore throat Mikey.” You laugh out as people begin to groan or cheer around the room.

“Everyone got ear plugs that want it?” Your uncle says before holding up the little baggies and people go rushing toward him.

You laugh as you finish setting up the electric guitar and Jonas takes his seat behind his drums.

You can’t help your eyes from traveling toward the group as the small round table, drinks both empty and full litter around the table as they all look around confused. Oh, how you loved chasing off tourist.

You watch as Mikey taps the microphone making a phump phump noise before smiling and looking back at you. He sends you a wink as you raise the strap around your shoulders.

You start the beat off soft, smiling lightly as the group begins to cheer and the customers whistle before your fingers become far more aggressive and Mikey’s high pitched voices yells into the mic, the once silent room filled with loud music you could probably hear down at your apartment if you strained your ears enough.

This wasn’t exactly the music you or your three person band made but it was the request for the night, and who were any of you to deny the fans?

Your eyes travel around the room as sweat begins to roll down your face, hair strands coming undo as you move your head around.

You see your uncle cleaning dishes with a large smile on his face as he watches you all, shaking his head lightly at the crowd as the dance around like a bunch of animals.

Then you look around the room, one or two people annoyed as they drink while the others watch or dance before you look toward the small circle table.

Most of their group watched the people around the room, one held their hands to their ears and one watched your performance. One that made your heart beat more than it was from the adrenaline of playing.

Her eyes stayed glued to you, at least you thought with how far away she seemed. You’re eyes were definitely glued to her.

It seemed to make you sweat a little more the thought of her looking at you made your nerves hit the roof, something you had never felt before. You didn’t even know the woman, hell you didn’t even know what she sounded like and she had you feeling like this. A smirk plays onto your face as you watch her, if she was watching her why not give her a little show? Mikey then steps toward you, mic close to both of your mouths as you sing with him with his voice far higher than yours mixing perfectly.

He had a different look on his face than he did when he went up on stage, usually he looked tense and forcing himself to get loose with the music but now he looked more than loose. He looked comfortable and ready to play for the rest of the night if he could.

Maybe being back home wouldn’t be so bad after all.

A/N: oh don’t you worry y’all, the next chapter there will be interactions, give it time😏 like my others it’s just a little introductory.

This one won’t be as slow burn I suppose😒

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #wednesday addams #scream #tara carpenter #vada cavell #scream 6 #jenna ortega fanfic

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heavyhitterheaux · 5 months

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For Jack and FL concepts 💘

How about Jack being dared to ignore FL for about 24/7 but he ends up caving in and talking to her within an hour or so

Slight NSFW 🤭🤭🤭

“So in other words, yall want me in an early grave?” Jack asked as all of PG were sitting around the living room trying not to laugh.

“Just for 24 hours. You can last that long.” Ace said but Urban quickly disagreed with him.

“Are we talking about the same person who literally doesn't shut up about his wife? Like ever?”

“HEY! NOT TOO MUCH ON ME NOW! NOT MY FAULT THE MAJORITY OF YALL ARE SINGLE AND MISERABLE.”

“We got 100 dollars each for you if you do it.”

“I can't ignore my wife. What if she needs me or if I need her for something?” Jack asked as they all exchanged glances.

“Don't you have to get her back for the prank she pulled last week?”

“Well yeah, but….”

“Let's do it then.”

“Yall will be planning my funeral later, just a fair warning.”

Jack was at home waiting for you since you had been out all day because he sent you to get your hair and nails done and just have a day to relax since it's been so hectic for you lately.

He heard the door open and took a deep breath, anticipating for you to come sit near him.

Once you stepped into the house, you promptly hung up your keys and went to find your husband to show off your hair and nails.

You heard the television on in the living room, so that's where you assumed he was.

“Hi, babe. Do you like my hair?” You asked while leaning down to kiss him which he didn't return and you were extremely confused.

You had gotten your natural hair pressed and curled and knew that was one of Jack’s favorite looks on you.

When he didn't say anything, you leaned down to kiss him again, but he turned away from you, leaving you even more confused.

“Baby, what's wrong?”

Silence.

“Smush, are you going to talk to me or what?” You asked him and you started to play with his beard.

Silence.

“Hmm. Be that way then.” You rolled your eyes and shrugged before deciding to go upstairs and change your clothes go get comfortable while Jack immediately grabbed his phone to text PG.

Jack- I CAN’T DO THIS

Ace- How long has she been home?

Jack- 15 MINUTES

Quiiso- 23 hours and 45 minutes to go!

Jack- Do yall know how hard it was for me to not kiss her back!?!? She looks so fucking good 😭

Urb- Simp 🙄

Shloob- Stay strong. You got this.

2fo- Tell baby girl I need some more of that gumbo she made last week

Jack- 2fo, I am having a crisis. The last thing I'm focusing on is you getting fed. She probably won't feed me for a month after this smh

Jack- Or have sex with me

Quiiso- You can take a break, yall fuck like rabbits smh

Urb- Tell me about it 😒

Jack- NOT THE POINT

Ace- Text us with an update in an hour

Once you had gotten upstairs, you slipped off the clothes you were wearing and put on your pink and black lingerie set, knowing that Jack was going to fold once he saw you in it.

You had a feeling that this was supposed to be some sort of prank and that PG was behind it and instantly wanted to put an end to it.

You laid down for about 45 minutes before going back downstairs and finding Jack in the same spot that you left him in.

He heard the clicking of your heels across the floor and once he looked up at you, he did a double take which made you smirk.

You promptly sat down on his lap and felt him tense up as he was trying to do his best to ignore you.

“Baby….” You said as you began to kiss down his neck and your hand immediately went to play in his beard once again.

Not getting a response out of him, you quickly decided to do something that would make him fold.

You slid off his lap and kneeled down in front of him as you undid his belt and proceeded to take off his pants as well as his boxer briefs.

He still hadn't said anything at this point as you took off your bra and slowly took him in your mouth.

Jack threw his head back in pleasure as he was doing everything in his power not to make a sound.

You released him from your mouth with a pop as it was replaced by your hands.

“I know this feels good, baby. I want to hear you.”

Silence.

“Still don't want to talk?”

You took him back in your mouth and he let out a small whimper and knew that you had him right where you wanted.

Increasing your pace, you knew he was close as he held onto your neck and making sure not to mess up your hair. It would only be a matter of time before he came undone before you.

Another minute or so passed when you felt his load shoot into the back of your throat.

“FUCK!”

You continued to move him in and out of your mouth as he was riding out his high and a series of curses erupted from him.

“Shiiiiit, baby. That's my good girl. You look so pretty with me in your mouth. Keep going.”

Once you felt him release in your mouth once more, you quickly looked up at him.

“I knew you’d fold. How much did they say that they were going to give you?” You asked as he rolled his eyes as you lined yourself up with him as you sat down, making both of you moan out in pleasure.

“100 each.” Jack breathed out as your arms went around his neck.

“Hmm.”

All you did was stop abruptly, making him look at you like you were crazy as you reached over for your phone.

You- He lasted an hour and ten minutes

Quiiso- Should have known

Urb- What the? My mans is down bad smh

Ace- What the!?!?

2fo- What did you even do for him to fold?

“Baby, come on, what are you doing? Your man is in front of you wanting you to make him cum.”

“Oh, look who learned how to talk. I'm texting PG.”

“For what?”

“I know they put you up to this so I told them you only lasted for an hour and ten minutes. I'm guessing it was supposed to be all day?”

You- Yall know what I did. Sucked his dick of course. Works every time 😜

Ace- SMH

“And for ignoring me for an hour and ten minutes, you're eating me out for an hour and ten minutes.”

“You act like that's a punishment. Hurry up and ride me so we can get to it.”

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x black reader #jack harlow smut #jack harlow blurb #first lady of pg

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pedriswife · 1 year

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More pedri dad smut😭

DILF (smut)

"You look so beautiful today, no?" Pedri's breath was hot against your neck, his nose grazing along your collarbone, taking in the smell of your perfume. You were getting ready for a long awaited date with your husband, first one in ages ever since you had your child, however your mother in law decided to do you both a favour and look after your son so you could enjoy each others presence without being interrupted by the cheeky 3 year old boy.

"Says you handsome. Can you help me with the necklace, please?" You asked, feeling your cheeks heat up from his compliment, his slightly cool hands reaching behind you to clasp your necklace, a gold letter p decorating your neck. He placed a soft kiss on the plush of your skin, his hands wandering over the sides of your body, your back arching as it welcomed his touch.

The scratchiness of his beard tickled your skin as his lips dipped lower, kissing in between the valley of your breasts, making note of the fact that you wore no bra, his hand pulling at your dress, trying to lower the material from your chest.

"Pedri... come on, we have to leave now, or we'll be late," you said, trying to regulate your ragged breath as he continued, not mindful of the reservation he made for the restaurant.

"I missed you so much, the food can wait. I have my eyes on a better delicacy," he murmured against your skin, his hands lowering until met with the swell of your ass, a slight squeeze enough to make you gasp.

His fingers made their way up to your back, tugging at the zipper before pulling it down, getting yourself out of the dress quite quickly, pedri's lustful gaze scanning through your body, your black panties being the only thing covering you.

"I'm so lucky to call you my wife," he said before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his hand placed at the side of your face pulling you in even more before lowering down to your breast, kneading it softly in his hand, his mouth swallowing all the gasps that you let out. He moved lower, his fingers hooking on the band of your panties before tugging them off, throwing them to the side where your dress cascaded on the floor.

He pulled away from your lips just to take his shirt off, you helping him with the buckle of his belt, trying to get off his trousers in a hurry. He smirked at your sudden keenness; his cock already hard in his boxers, your hand teasing him over the material before he quickly got rid of it too, leaving the pair of you fully naked. He picked you up, placing your body on the bathroom counter, your legs spreading, accommodating him in between.

His fingers grazed over your exposed core, spreading your juices, your back arching as he moved over your clit, his name leaving your mouth in soft moans. You wrapped your legs around his waist, prompting him to get closer, his cock already leaking precum as it stood against his stomach. He grabbed his cock, giving it a few strokes as he spread his precum around his length before letting his tip swipe over your clit, the sudden contact making you ooze more of your juices, a moan ripping from your mouth.

"Pedri- fuck me," you said, your eyes glossy as they met his, one of his hands on your side whilst the other pointed his cock at your acting core, needing him inside.

"As you wish mi vida," he said before entering you, your gasps heard simultaneously as he felt you stretch around his cock. He moved slowly, letting you adjust to his size, whispering how good you're taking him, your nails scratching down the length of his back. With a nod, you prompted him to move faster, his hands placed at your sides as he moved your body down to meet with his thrusts, your eyes rolling back from pleasure.

He took your lips again in a fiery kiss, saliva mixing and teeth clashing as you moaned against each other, his thrusts moving your body along, grabbing at his shoulders to stabilise yourself. He angled his hips, his cock reaching your g spot immediately, a scream of his name leaving your lips as he continued to slam into you, the pleasure overtaking your body.

Feeling your orgasm approach, you moved your hand to rub on your clit, tracing figures of eight over the sensitive bundle of nerves, pedri's cock still deliciously filling you up.

"I'm gonna put another baby in you, yeah? You want that?" He groaned, the thought of having another child with you, making it harder for him to control himself, already imagining the swell of your pregnant stomach with your second child.

His sudden confession only turned you on more, wanting him to fill you up as you urged him to do so, your mind clouded from pleasure as your thighs shook, your juices squirting, drenching the counter, a ring of white visible at the base of his cock. The feeling you you clenching around him made pedri reach his own high, his cum spurting in thick ropes inside you, his seed deep inside of you. He gave a few more thrusts, you whimpering from sensitivity as he mumbled something along the lines of needing to keep his cum inside of you.

As you caught your breaths, you were met with his red face, his hair sticking to his forehead a slight smirk decorating his face as he reached down to kiss you again.

"I hope you're ready for baby #2 mi vida."

A/N: hope you enjoy this one guys, I was literally kicking my feet and twirling my hair whilst writing this🫶🏼 (number 8 from the roulette)

#pedriswife answers #fc barca #fc barcelona #pedri #pedri gonzalez #pedri x reader #pedro gonzalez #pedri imagine #pedri smut

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spidybaby · 8 months

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Okok but hear me out, it's okay if you don't wanna do it, I just keep thinking of this scenario😭 Reader helping Pedri shave even if she loves his beard and now that he's injured, he's growing it and one day she notices and it's like "Ok, let's do some shaving" and he's like "No, you like it and I'm not playing, the beard is staying"

"I hopped off the plane at LAX with a dream and my cardigan." You sing using the hair brush as a microphone. "Welcome to the land of fame excess"

"Woah" Pedri shouts as he walks into the bathroom. "Am I gonna fit in?"

He was helping you with your routine

You both laugh but continue with the singing, changing to a Quevedo song.

"Dale caele uh uh uhhhh," you point at him, he blush at the thought of the World Cup and the video of him singing this song. "Dance with me."

You play a bachata song, grabbing his hands and pulling him to be closer. One hand on your waist and the other intertwine with yours.

"Te diría que volvieras pero eso no se pide." He sings while moving his hips at the rhythm of the song.

You dance in the middle of the bathroom. Laughing and enjoying each others company, something you loved about him. Every moment was like the first time.

"Okay, let's finish here so we can see that movie you like." He kisses your cheek, breathing your smell.

"Can I help with your skin care?"

"Only if we match headbands."

You laugh, nodding your head. You open the drawer where you have some hair bands, clippers, bobbypins.

You grab two blue headbands, the same ones you got with the purpose of him using it while leaning how to do his skincare.

"Okay, come here." You place the headband on his head, making sure to place it right so his now dry hair doesn't get wet again. "Pepi, not to be a hater, you know I love your beard, but I think you need to shave."

You squish his cheeks, kissing his now ducky lips.

"Oh please, mom says it looks good." He pouts, bringing his hands to his face. "Plus, I'm not playing, so it's not like I have to forcefully shave it."

"And it does look good, you look amazing."

He notices how you want to say something else but you stopped.

"But?"

"But you're letting it grow a little too much."

He turns to the mirror, hands patting his cheeks, trying to make it less crazy.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, mi amor." You massage his shoulders, kissing the nape of his neck. "You know you look amazing with every look you pull."

But he's not convinced. Now that you mention he did, in fact, let it grow a little more than usual.

"Pedro?" You ask after he stared at himself for a good five minutes. "Sorry if I made you feel bad, I didn't mean that."

But it wasn't about that. It was about him maybe being to attach to this look. It makes him look older, and to him, that's good.

Being in a job where most of your workmates are older or with stronger looks makes him feel some type of way. Being young is good, but not when the ultras decide to comment on how of a kid he resemble.

"Do me a favor."

"Yes, whatever you need."

"Come here." He opened his arms to you, embracing you and making you turn to the counter of the double sink.

He kisses your head, getting out of the hug but not letting you go. His hands on your hips, lifting you carefully, making you take a seat on the counter.

"You, preciosa." He taps your nose. "Are going to be my barber today."

He prepares everything, taking a new razor, some shaving cream, and his after shave lotion.

You watch him move around the bathroom. Still feeling a little bad about the comment, not thinking it will make him feel some type of negative way.

"You didn't do anything wrong, stop with those puppy eyes, amor." He says, placing the things next to you.

"You really don't have to. I love your beard so much."

"A new look never fails, plus this baby will grow back in a few days, so don't worry." He leans over to kiss you. "Now, grab some shaving cream and apply it to my face."

You let him guide you through it, carefully smearing the cream on him. Laughing at him, looking weird.

"Pedro." You laugh, he kissed you and left some cream on you face. "Stop it, let's be serious."

"Okay, now pay attention." He says, tapping the back of the razor on your head. "Don't press it too hard, like when you shave. And don't worry about timing, we have all night."

You nod, nervous about the job. He wet the blades and handed you the razor. You think where to start and decide that you're using the same logic that you use when saving.

So you begin with his left cheek. Hand shaking a little, and tongue out in concentration.

"Ouch." He screams, backing off and turning his back to you.

"Joder. Pedro, I'm so sorry." You were panicking, thinking you were being gentle.

He turns back to you, laughing. You grab the hand towel you have on your lap and throw it at him.

"Not funny." You pout.

"You should have seen your face." He laughs, forehead sticked to yours. "Such an easy target."

"Quit it." You warn him with a smile. You push him by the shoulders. Opening the water and wetting the blade again.

After some time and some light jokes, you finished the job. You turned on your seat to the mirror, where he was retouching some areas you were scared of doing.

You helped him with taking every extra of cream. Adding some after shave lotion, carefully patting his skin to finish with the job.

"God, you look so fresh and handsome."

"I'll give you two days before you start asking me to let it grow."

You laugh, splashing some water from your wet hands onto his face. "I love every look."

"Thanks for the help, missis Barber." He jokes, arms around you, chin on top of your head.

"Same time next week?"

"Yeah, fuck no." He says, making you both laugh.

♡♡♡

🏷: Miss @gadriezmannsgirl 💕🤭

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