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lumi-nescentt · 5 months

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What A Blessing To Feel Your Love

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Reader

Warnings: a few sex jokes here and there bc they like to tease each other

Words: 6k

Summary: You and Pierre have been dating for a few years and he always loved spoiling you so when Max tells him about his stay in st barts, Pierre decide that he has to take you there.

A/N: I did ended up quoting the song Red Desert by 5sos... couldn't help myself :)

Being Pierre's girlfriend was already a great life experience during the season, the man loved to have you with him as much as he could whether it was in the paddock, in his Milan apartment or in whatever place he had to be for work or pleasure.

Since you had to work with his schedule, yours was a little less busier, it was simpler that way. Pierre insisted on paying for everything when you travelled to meet him. You had tried arguing with him but whenever it happened, Pierre just shut you up with a kiss and told you that whatever he was paying for was worth it if he got to see you a little more often.

It was hard to argue with that logic, especially when he smiled so fondly whenever you agreed to come with him. Despite having this kind of intimidating aura, Pierre was the kindest and most thoughtful boyfriend you ever had. Being with him felt like coming home in a way and that was the most comforting feeling.

When the summer break came, you usually tagged along to wherever his friends had planned to go that year. It usually circled back to the same three locations: Greece, Italy and the South of France. All three destinations were great: beautiful landscapes, clear waters and warm sun. It was the perfect destination to get a good tan for both Pierre and you.

The Frenchman knew how much you loved your summer trips so when he had heard Max talk about this beautiful island he had gone to for New Year's, he had immediately booked a trip for the both of you during that same time.

Keeping it a surprise had been the trickiest part. He wanted to surprise you but he needed to be sure that you were free during that time. In the end he settled for just telling you that he was taking you somewhere right after Christmas until after New Year's. You had tried to get more information out of him but the little fucker had kept his mouth shut, no matter what sneaky tactics you had tried to use.

That’s why you were currently sitting in a private jet, still clueless about your destination. Pierre had only told you to let your best friend pack your suitcase because it was the only way to keep the secret for this long. The only thing you knew was that the flight was going to last around 9 hours so you were prepared to be a little bored.

Pierre hated flying, he had told you countless times, when it was just the two of you laying down in bed at night. How, even with how much he did it, he couldn’t shake how terrified he was to crash. A 9 hours flight meant that you were most likely crossing the Atlantic ocean and that took a lot out of your boyfriend so, even though there were a lot of seats you could have taken, you sat on the one right next to him, holding his hand and letting him rest his head on your shoulder.

You knew Pierre had relaxed a little when his breath evened and the death-grip on your hand loosened slightly. A wave of relief washed over you as you saw his peaceful face, brushing a strand of hair away from his face before resting your head on top of his, finally allowing yourself to rest now that Pierre was fast asleep.

You woke up a few hours later to Pierre trying to remove his head from under yours without waking you up. Noticing he had failed, the Frenchman offered you an apologetic smile that you brushed off with a soft press of your lips on his cheek. Since you were now both awake and still had time to kill, Pierre got his laptop out so you could watch the latest show you had been watching together.

The both of you got so lost in it that you didn’t notice right away as the plane started to go lower. Pierre was the first one to realise, his whole body tensing and gripping the arm rest as discreetly as he could. However, you knew him too well not to see that so you put his hand back in yours and started to trace random shapes on the back of it until the plane finally came to a stop.

The first thing that hit you when you got out of the plane was the heat. Gone was the December cold and the snow you had experienced in Europe, you felt the heat envelop you and your sweatshirt was gone the second you put one foot outside.

The second thing that hit you was that you weren’t heading towards the terminal and instead you were being led to an even smaller private plane. You looked at Pierre with a questioning look on your face but all you got in return was a cramped smile.

The Frenchman tried to look as chill as he could but Max had told him that the plane ride from St Maarten to St Barts was one of the scariest he had experienced. And that came from Max Verstappen so Pierre took it more than seriously.

Once you were back in the air, you watched in awe the crystal blue water that seemed to stretch forever as Pierre tried his best not to let the fear take over. Luckily for him, the flight barely lasted 15 minutes and soon the both of you watched as the plane’s nose dipped towards the earth at a rapid pace. Pierre watched terrified as the plane manoeuvred between two mountains before dropping down on the runway he could see from the plane’s windshield from where he was sitting.

As soon as the doors were opened, Pierre was outside with his bags. He ran towards the minuscule airport, giving you a sorry smile as he bent over the edge of the closest bin and finally released what his stomach had tried to hold onto during the short flight.

After passing the border control surprisingly fast, it only took you 2 minutes from the moment you crossed the first door to the moment you were back outside, Pierre stopping to the bathroom to brush his teeth, the Frenchman looked at you with a brighter smile.

-“ Welcome to St Barts mon coeur”

-"Pierre, this is beautiful. That's the best surprise ever." you exclaimed, wrapping your arms around his neck

-" Wait till you see the place we're staying at, it's even prettier."

You had trouble believing Pierre but the moment your boyfriend stopped in front of the hotel, you knew he might actually be right. The hotel was overlooking a beautiful white sand beach with red sunbeds and a few swings. Pierre went to grab the room key and as he did a quick room tour, you let yourself crash onto the bed, groaning into the pillow.

-“ You should really get up and take a look at the view, you know ?” Pierre chuckled as he sat on the edge of the bed, his hand coming to rest on your lower back

-“ I will in a minute, I promise. I just need to rest my neck for a second.”

-“ Are you feeling alright ?” Pierre asked, sounding a little worried as you shifted on your side to face him

-“ Don’t worry about it, I’m just a little tense because of the flight but I’ll be alright.”

-“ Come here, sit up please.” Pierre said as he patted the space in front of him “ Tell me if I’m putting too much pressure on it, okay ?”

-“ You don’t have to give me a massage Pierre.” you affirmed but as soon as his hands were on your neck, you couldn’t keep the sigh of relief from leaving your mouth

-“ First off, I’m doing this for both of us because I’m not going to be able to enjoy myself if you’re in pain and you should know that. Second, I won’t miss out on having my hands on my beautiful girlfriend.” Pierre smiled cheekily, pressing a kiss on your cheek

-“ Well, when you put it like that.” you said, not able to keep a laugh from escaping your lips

After Pierre’s massage that had inevitably turned into a quick and needed makeout session, you finally got to do your long awaited room tour. The bedroom was facing an enormous window with a sea-view and over your own private little infinity pool. The next room was a walk-in closet made of oak with a glass sliding door that opened on your terrace with a little table and two sunbeds.

Finally, the bathroom was separated in three parts: the toilet room that was just what it seemed only expensive looking, the double sink part with a marble countertop and a mirror that reached the ceiling and finally, the italian shower that was entirely covered in black stone tiles with a small square window that, of course, showed you a clear view of the beach and the never-ending ocean in front of you.

You were still looking at the bathroom when Pierre sneaked his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder which made you jump slightly.

-“ So, what do you think ? Is that a good surprise ?”

-“ It’s perfect, I couldn’t dream of a better place to spend the holidays.” you smiled, caressing his cheek softly

-“ What about the company ?”

-“ You already know what I think about that, Pierre. You only want to hear it again because it flatters your ego…”

-“ Maybe I just like to make sure my girlfriend is as in love with me as I am with her.” Pierre retorqued, kissing your shoulder

-“ The company is the best. Thanks for bringing me here, darling.”

-“ It’s my pleasure.” the Frenchman smiled “ Do you want to have a quick nap or do you want to go explore a bit ?”

-“ I don’t think we came here to sleep so let’s get ready, Gasly.”

-“ I mean, I wouldn’t mind a little time on the bed but you’re the boss so let’s go.” Pierre winked, unwrapping his arms from your waist

-“ Get your mind out of the gutter and get out so I can shower please.” you laughed, grabbing the nearest towel, fakely hitting your boyfriend who started laughing

-“ You’re no fun, you know that ? If you change your mind, just yell. I’ll come in a sec.”

-" It won't happen but alright, now go please." you smiled, kissing Pierre tenderly

Now that you were finally free of your very loving boyfriend who had gone on the balcony to lay in the sun, you finally got ready to go explore the island a little before jetlag caught up with the both of you.

When Pierre showed you the car he had rented, you couldn’t help the laugh that got out of your mouth. The car was cute but it was a bright orange small open car that looked straight out of a cartoon. It definitely wasn’t something you had expected your boyfriend to drive but with his white linen outfit, he weirdly fit in this beach day paradise picture.

Pierre seemed to know where he was going, reading the indications on the signs and smoothly manoeuvring the car on the tight roads. The drive wasn’t long and yet it seemed like you had travelled elsewhere. Gone was the busy hotel and the white sandy beach full of tourists, you were now faced with an empty beach covered with rocks and waves crashing on the shore in intervals.

You were rendered speechless by the view, turning towards Pierre to say something, anything, to tell him that it was the most beautiful place you’d ever been to but there was no word to describe exactly how magical the moment felt. Especially when the sun was slowly getting down and casting a warm orange light on Pierre who was just smiling at you with so much love. The whole scene made you want to do a single thing and you quickly did, pressing your lips against Pierre’s as a way to express the tumult of feelings you were feeling inside.

The two of you sat on a small stonewall overlooking the beach as you watched the sun descend behind the horizon line, your head on Pierre’s shoulder and his hand on your thigh. Neither of you said anything until the sun was completely hidden and Pierre tugged on your hand, motioning for you to get off the wall.

You could have stayed there forever with him but if you were being honest, the jetlag was starting to catch up with you and you were getting hungrier by the minute. Pierre was well aware of the last part as your stomach grumbled rather loudly during the car ride back to the hotel, making the both of you laugh.

Despite wanting to discover the island a little more, you decided to order room service for the night, too tired to go out. Plus, eating in your room wasn’t a bad thing at all, you got to eat while listening to the peaceful sound of the waves crashing and nobody would be telling you anything about decorum if your body was leaning and desperately clinging onto Pierre.

The Frenchman wasn’t complaining at all about that last part, happy to have you close and even happier when you agreed to go for a quick swim in the pool with him before bed. Well, swim was a big word because you were mostly hugging Pierre the whole time as he tried to move around before giving up and sitting on the stairs to cuddle in the water.

You could have dozed off right there under the pale moonlight and the warmth of Pierre’s skin but he wouldn’t let you because he knew better. You were tired and not used to the temperature yet so that could make you get sick easier than usual and Pierre didn’t want that at all. Knowing that you’d be too tired to do anything now that you were almost asleep, Pierre just dragged you to the bathroom, washing your face and rinsing the chlorine off your skin before giving you one of his shirts to sleep in.

Between the softness of your boyfriend’s t-shirt, the weight of his arm around your waist and the AC softly blowing air in the room, you could definitely say this was one of the best nights of sleep you got in a while. Pierre would have honestly said the same if he hadn’t been woken up by the feeling of your finger poking his ribs and tickling his neck. He tried to feign annoyance and act grumpy but the act was dropped the moment you started peppering kisses all over his face until piercing blue eyes were looking at you with an infectious smile.

Breakfast was eaten in a hurry, Pierre telling you he had planned a whole day of activities and that you needed to be ready soon. His warning would have been nice if he had actually said what you were doing so you knew how to dress but he was adamant on keeping it a surprise, only telling you to wear a swimsuit. When he jokingly complained that you were taking too long to get ready, you reminded him that looking this gorgeous took a little time, teasingly adding that he wouldn’t know about that as you came out of the bathroom.

When your eyes fell on him, your urge to tease him completely melted. His body was resting against the door frame, lazily playing with a few unruly strands of hair and he couldn’t have looked more attractive to you. It didn’t even look like he was trying hard to look good too with his crisp white linen shirt and those orange swim shorts you had found horrendous at first. Now you couldn’t help but notice how it complimented his already tanned skin and toned body.

-“ You like what you see, mon coeur ?” he exaggeratedly winked

-“ You don’t look too bad for someone who took 5 minutes to get ready.”

-“ What can I say… Some of us are just naturally breathtaking.” he laughed as you pouted

-“ Some of us ? Should I feel insulted ?”

-“ No, never. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. No matter what you’re wearing or not wearing.” Pierre teased, putting his hands on your hips, pulling you against him to kiss you slowly

-“ Alright, as much as I love what we’re doing right now, you said we couldn’t be late to what you had planned so we need to leave now.” you mumbled, lips inches away from his as he grunted, knowing you were right

The drive to the mysterious spot was nice and despite how short it was, Pierre’s hand was on your thigh as you watched in awe the turquoise water that seemed to stretch for hundreds of miles and the trees full of colourful flowers. You were so focused on the scenery around you that you almost didn’t notice when he stopped the car and came round to open the door for you.

You looked around, trying to guess what you were doing today and when your eyes fell on the yachts lined up next to each other, you turned towards your boyfriend with an excited look on your face. Pierre nodded before wrapping his hand in yours and walking towards one of the boats. Since it was only you and him, you expected to go on the smallest one but instead Pierre marched towards the biggest one and saluted the man waiting in front of it before climbing aboard.

You knew Pierre was rich. You had been dating for years at this point and you had witnessed his financial growth first hand, going from quick and cheap cinema dates in small towns to expensive restaurants all over the world but this was something else. Pierre had always been pretty quiet about his wealth, he knew you didn’t exactly come from money and hated to feel like you were just leeching off him when there was a cheaper equivalent that was just as good.

However, this was different. You couldn’t lie and say you didn’t enjoy the luxurious boat you had all to yourself. Not when Pierre was looking all too happy to show you around, explaining how he had asked for this specific boat and why. It was endearing really, the way he seemed so happy to please you and treat you like a princess. In all honesty, he was probably enjoying the smile and the kiss you gave him as a thanks more than the actual boat he had paid thousands to rent.

Your day on the water started on a high because as soon as you were out of the marina, the boat threw the anchor down and suddenly jet skis were dropped down in the water for you and Pierre. The Frenchman tried to convince you to try it on your own first but when he realised that having you on the same one as him meant having you as close as possible, he stopped arguing and almost jumped on the jet ski with a sly smile.

You spent about an hour and a half hanging onto Pierre for dear life as you let out screams of pure adrenaline when you jumped over the waves at high speed, crashing with brutal force, knocking the air out of your lungs for a few seconds before you laughed. The sound was music to Pierre’s ears and you could tell he was doing his best to pull it out of you as often as he could by showing off and going as fast as he dared.

When you finally came back to the yacht, someone was waiting to tell you that lunch was ready whenever you were. You hadn’t realised how hungry you were until you saw the table filled with your favourite things and in quantities you could never ingest, even with a boyfriend that could eat his own weight in food easily. Nevertheless, you sat down on the bench determined to honour the time the people who cooked must have spent making this.

You realised you had eaten too much a bit too late so when Pierre asked what you wanted to do after lunch, you just shrugged, wanting nothing more than to sleep until you were feeling less groggy and full. Without you having to say a word, Pierre understood and took your hand so you followed him towards the front of the boat where the sunbed was. It was the biggest one you had ever seen, taking most of the place there and it looked so comfortable you couldn’t help but sigh expectantly.

Pierre lied down first, spreading his arms out as he settled on his back with one hand behind his head. He looked almost unreal like that, all flushed skin from the sun, shining with what you assumed was a thin layer of sweat from the sun that peaked above you. You didn’t ever care about the heat or the sweat as you joined him on the bed, half on top of him, your cheek resting on his chest, his chin on the top of your head.

You hadn’t even realised you were starting to fall asleep until you felt something cold hit your back, shrieking at the feeling. You looked up when you felt Pierre laugh softly, glaring at him menacingly to make him stop whatever he was trying to do.

-“ Relax princess. I’m just putting sunscreen on your back so you can sleep without looking like a lobster tomorrow.”

-“ Oh, that’s really nice of you. Thanks.”

-“ Wouldn’t want you whining about how your back hurt the whole trip now, would we ?”

-“ I don’t whine, Pierre.” you huffed, rolling your eyes as he smiled even bigger now

-“ You’re a terrible liar but it’s okay, I still love you.” he tried to kiss you, chuckling when you pulled back, still acting offended

-“ Even if I did whine, which I don’t… I thought you liked hearing me. Isn’t that what you said last time in your driver’s room ?” you asked, looking at him with the biggest doe eyes you could as his whole face flushed red

-“ You– You’re going to be the death of me one day, you know that ?”

-“ It’s okay, we both know you love it.” you winked, pecking his lips before stretching and settling down against him again, ready to nap for real this time

-“ Oh no no, mon coeur. You don’t get to tease me like that and then just fall asleep after you reminded me of this. If I can’t sleep, you’re not sleeping either.” he promised, shuffling under you, picking you up with ease

-“ Pierre. Put me down.”

-“ What’s the magic word, princess ?”

-“ I’m not calling you daddy, if that’s what you were asking for.” you teased, knowing it would rile him up

-“ For the last time, y/n, I do not have a daddy kink so please for the love of God, stop saying that every time we’re in public because people are going to actually start believing it.” Pierre blurted, his face flushing

-“ But you’re so cute when you blush. How could I resist when teasing you is so fun and so easy ?”

-“ Who are you calling cute ?” he tried, flexing his muscles as he tried to pull you towards him, attempting a biceps curl

-“ Slow down big boy, I don’t want to fall face first and whine all week about how much it hurts.” you teased back

-“ You know what ? I was going to be nice and just put you back down but I feel like you’re a little too feisty today and maybe you need to cool down a bit.” Pierre nodded to himself, walking closer to the end of the boat as you wiggled in his arms, demanding that he put you down with screaming giggles

Pierre liked to think he was a nice boyfriend or at least nice enough to make sure he warned you before jumping so you could close your mouth before entering the water. The water wasn’t particularly cold but you definitely felt a rush of blood course through your entire body from the suddenness of it . You tried to look mad when you looked at Pierre but between his goofy smile and the water dripping from his hair onto his nose and his lips, you didn’t last a second before pressing your lips against his. This may not be heaven but it felt pretty damn close to you.

After kissing for a bit in the water, Pierre letting you control the pace and how long you did it for, claiming it was his way of apologising when you both knew he was enjoying this just as much as you, you finally got your nap in the sun. You were still laying on top of Pierre and as time went by and the sun slowly got down, you could feel your boyfriend grow restless under you. You tried to ask him if he wanted you to move off him or if something was wrong but he just told you not to move and that everything was perfect.

You didn’t quite believe him but you knew he would tell you at some point if something was really bothering him so you let it slide. Still wanting to show that you were there for him, you tightened your arms around his body and started playing with the hair at the back of his neck just the way he loved. It seemed to make him relax a little because by the time the captain of the boat came to tell you they had to head back to the marina, Pierre was smiling again.

After spending your whole day outside doing activities, you expected Pierre to want to rest for the evening and have dinner in your room but as soon as you were back at the hotel, he was off to shower telling you that he’d leave you the bathroom once he was done so you could take your time to get ready. Before you could even say something, he told you that the restaurant was a surprise and that it was a pretty fancy place so you could dress up if you wanted to.

You tried to drag your boyfriend on the bed when he came out only wearing a towel around his hips but despite giving you a long and languid kiss, Pierre didn’t give in. He was adamant that the plans he had made needed to happen and that even his drop dead gorgeous girlfriend, his words, couldn’t convince him to be late. Since he was never one to turn down such an offer to have fun, you couldn’t help but grow suspicious at his behaviour.

Just when you were about to say something about it, Pierre pushed you towards the bathroom with a kiss, biting your bottom lip and playfully slapping your ass before leaving you to get ready. Now, that was more like the Pierre you knew so you brushed off your previous feeling and started getting ready.

The restaurant was more than beautiful. Pierre had picked a place straight out of a fairytale with that one. It was on the beach, dim lights everywhere that created an intimate ambiance paired with the sound of the waves crashing and the low jazz music playing in the background. You expected to be seated at one of the tables you saw but the waiter walked a little further away on the beach, revealing a secluded table surrounded by palm trees and what looked like fancy fairy lights.

You let Pierre drag your chair for you as you took in your surroundings. The Frenchman was watching you with a soft smile on his face, a clear affection written all over his features.

-“ So, do you like it ?” he asked as he anxiously sat down

-“ Pierre, this is perfect.”

-“ Really ?”

-“ Yes, I couldn’t dream of a prettier place to eat with you.”

-“ I’m glad you like it, I had a bunch of options but this restaurant was the only one that felt right, the only one that felt like us.” he admitted, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck

-“ You made a great choice but you really don’t have to stress yourself over this. I’ll be more than happy to eat junk food sitting on the pavement if that means I get to spend time with you.”

-“ I know, I just like spoiling you and showing you off I guess.” he smiled brightly as the waiter came back, stopping the moment you two had been sharing

It was a dinner filled with good wine, exquisite food and even better company. Despite having the waiter come back a few times to ask if everything was alright, it truly felt like you were the only two in the world right now. Pierre was a little touchier than usual, keeping your hand in his whenever you didn’t need it and scooting his chair closer to you so he could rest his hand on your thigh when you nodded both hands to eat. It was endearing and you couldn’t do anything but smile back and melt into his familiar touch.

You knew your boyfriend too much not to notice he was growing antsy as the meal was getting closer to the end but despite moving around a lot, he was still smiling and he seemed happy so you let him be again, not wanting to ruin the romantic atmosphere. When the dessert finally came, you dug in with appetite in the beautiful tiramisu as Pierre laughed at your behaviour before moving his seat back a little.

-“ I’m so happy to be here with you, mon coeur.” Pierre started while you were still looking at your plate and eating, your full focus on the food in front of you “ We’ve been together for almost 5 years now, you know ? I wish I could say that I find this crazy but I really don’t. I feel like I’ve known you forever and 5 years seems way too small compared to what I want with you.”

-“ Oh Pierre…” you started, finally looking at him as you felt your voice quivering with emotions

-“ I’ve thought about us a lot recently and there isn’t a single moment where I’d want us to be apart. You’ve been there for me at my worst and yet you still found it in yourself to love me for who I am and I don’t want to imagine where I’d be without you. I know I’m not usually one to talk about feelings and stuff like that but you make me feel safe enough to do so just by being yourself because you’re the most understanding, loving and caring person I know.” he declared, wrapping his hand in yours before continuing “I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else on this planet because I truly believe we are made for each other. I love you like I’ve never loved anyone else and that’s why I actually wanted us to come here because you deserve to know how much you mean to me and how much I love you.”

-“ I love you so much, baby. I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else ever either.” you murmured, fighting back tears as you watched Pierre slowly grab something in his pocket

-“ I’m glad you said that actually because I wanted to ask you something.” he smiled, letting go of your hand to grab the velvet box in his hands

-“ No, you didn’t !” you exclaimed, slapping your hand over your mouth while Pierre dropped to one knee in front of you

-“ Y/n, mon coeur, you’re the love of my life and there’s nothing I want more than to be able to call you my wife and grow old with you. Will you give me the honour of calling you my wife ?”

-“ Yes, God, yes I’ll marry you. I love you so much.” you cried as he put the ring on your finger before kneeling down on the ground and kissing him with all the force you had

-“ I love you too, amour. You have no idea how much.” Pierre smiled, tears wetting his cheeks too while you rested your forehead against his

-“ I think I do after your big speech.”

-“ That was kind of the point of the whole thing.” he laughed, the sound making your heart soar with love so intensely you felt a sob wash over you at thought that this beautiful man in front of you was now your fiancé

-“ You’re such an idiot making me cry like that, you big dork. I must look awful with the tear stains.” you sniffled, Pierre pulling you in for a hug before helping you sit back on your chair again

-“ You look perfect, I promise. You look like someone who just got engaged.”

-“ It’s not fair, you look beautiful as always and not all snotty from crying like me. I hate you so much. I hope you know we’re not taking engagement pictures with me looking like that.” you scoffed, hiding behind your glass of champagne that was now empty

-“ Don’t worry, I’m not crying much now but the day we get married I’ll be a crying fountain and you can laugh all you want then.”

-“ I still can’t believe it, you’re going to be my husband. Oh my God, I’m going to be your wife.”

-“ You’re not already regretting it, are you ?”

-“ Of course not. I know it doesn’t look like it with all the tears and the teasing but there’s no word to describe how happy I am that you proposed. You’re the love of my life, P. I mean it. You’re my person, always and forever.”

-“ Good because I might have invited our families and close friends to celebrate with us here for New Year’s.” he admitted with a grin, making you laugh

-“ You were that sure that I’d say yes ?” you teased him with a nudge of your shoulder

-“ I was just really hoping you would because it would’ve been really uncomfortable otherwise.”

-“ Well it’s a good thing I’m head over heels in love with you then.”

-“ The feeling’s more than mutual mon coeur.” Pierre smiled, pressing his lips against yours, pouring all the love he felt for you in that slow kiss

The days between your engagement and the arrival of everyone had been spent in a daze. You and Pierre were completely immersed in your own bubble and everything felt like the beginning of your relationship again. Whatever Pierre said made you blush and he couldn’t help but feel the need to impress you and make you fall in love with him all over again.

Seeing the ring he had chosen on your finger was making him feel all kinds of things and it seemed like being apart from you for two seconds was now impossible. He was always touching you in a way and he gave you nothing short of the princess treatment.

It was endearing and you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t feel the exact same way as you took pictures to share the news to everyone around you. Pierre was beaming with pride whenever he caught you looking at the ring with a smile or when he looked at his own. There was truly no one else he’d want to spend his life with so he was relieved you said yes.

The day you finally got married, Pierre kept his promise and wept as you walked in and as he read his vows, taking a deep breath before saying the last sentence of his carefully written text. Holding your delicate hands in his, Pierre said: “ You’re the only one I'd do this with, what a blessing to feel your love, mon coeur.”

That last sentence was engraved in your head and in your heart, probably resonating deep in your soul until you’d give your last breath and leave the love of your life before he joined you into eternity. Because you knew Pierre and you were bonded by something bigger, you were twin flames, two parts of one being separated in two bodies, destined to find each other in every life, no matter what form that took. You were sure of it, it was the reason you agreed to marry him, he was your person, always and forever.

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“merde!…”

head builder!polnareff would be a spluttering mess as you kneel onto your office floor behind your desk and slowly run your mouth up and down the shaft of his cock. head builder!polnareff would have one hand cupping your cheek whilst his other arm lays over his eyes.

just as head builder!polnareff is about to cum, one of his men walk in to ask where you are, something about clearing off time. head builder!polnareff; with his face beet red and clearly dishevelled tries his best to act natural — despite unnaturally sitting in your office chair and looking like he was about to explode. but as you continue to suck at his cock whilst also massaging at his balls, head builder!polnareff is unable to contain his orgasm from pushing over him.

“t-t-t-t-they said they’ll— fuck!”

head builder!polnareff thrashes himself face forwards onto your desk as he cums down the canals of your throat, a suppressed groan leaving his mouth as tries his best to shoo off the builder who’s highly concerned for his sudden reaction.

#jean pierre polnareff #polnareff #polnareff x reader #polnareff x black reader #polnareff x gn reader #polnareff x gender neutral reader #jjba smut #jjba x black reader #jjba x reader #jjba x male reader #jjba scenarios #jjba imagines #jjba imagine #jjba fanfic #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba

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minkyungseokie · 2 months

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Autosports

Stories of athletes in auto sports; Formula One, Indycar, Nascar, etc.. If you would like me to add anyone, just ask!

Includes team principals and certain wags

➤Max Verstappen; MV1

Belgian-Dutch Red Bull racing driver and three time world champion

➤Logan Sargeant; LS2

American Formula One driver for William

➤Daniel Ricciardo; DR3

Australian VCARB racing driver

➤Lando Norris; LN4

British-Belgian McLaren racing driver and Quadrant founder

➤Sebastian Vettel; SV5

German former F1 driver

➤Kimi Räikkönen; KR7

Finnish former F1 driver

➤Pierre Gasly; PG10

French Alpine driver

➤Sergio "Checo" Perez; SP11

Mexican Red Bull Racing driver

➤Fernando Alonso; FA14

Spanish Aston Martin driver

➤Charles Leclerc; CH16

Monégasque Ferrari driver

➤Lance Stroll; LS18

Canadian-Belgian Aston Martin driver

➤Mark Webber

Australian sports commentator

➤Jenson Button; JB22

British former F1 driver

➤Yuki Tsunoda; YT22

Japanese VCARB driver

➤Alex Albon; AA23

British-Thai Williams driver

➤Zhou Guanyu; ZG24

Chinese Stake F1 Team Kick Sauber driver

➤Estebon Ocon; EO31

French Alpine driver

➤Lewis Hamilton; LH44

British Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS and seven time world champion

➤Mick Schumacher; MS47

German Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS reserve driver

➤Carlos Sainz Jr; CS55

Spanish Ferrari driver

➤George Russell; GR63

British Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS driver

➤Oscar Piastri; OP81

Australian McLaren driver

➤James Vowels

British Williams Team Principal

➤Toto Wolff

Austrian Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS Team Principal

Some of these arn not F2 drivers, but I'm using this category for the reserve drivers as well

➤Oliver Bearman; OB3/38

British Formula two racing driver, Ferrari reserve driver

➤Liam Lawson; LL36

Kiwi VCARB reserve driver

➤Felipe Drugovich; FD34

Brazilian-Italian Aston Martin reserve driver

➤Frederik Vesti; FV7

Danish Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS reserve driver

➤Pato O’Ward; PO5

Mexican McLaren Chevrolet IndyCar driver, reserve driver for McLaren

➤Arthur Leclerc; AL12

Monégasque French Ferrari development driver

➤Jack Doohan; JD14

Australian Alpine reserve driver

➤Robert Shwartzman; RS83

Russo-Israeli FIA World Endurance Championship and Ferrari reserve driver

➤Théo Pourchaire

French member of the Sauber Academy and test and reserve driver for Stake F1 Team Kick Sauber.

Series

Driven by Destiny -Toto Wolff x Chinese-Australian Reader x Susie Wolff; ongoing

Three's a Crowd - Pierre Gasly x Black Reader x Kika Gomes; ongoing

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httpsserene · 7 months

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what's good my fellow f1 fiends. thank you for all the love and reblogs on let's go golfing w/ ln4 !!! a lot of people enjoyed the dynamic and my humor, so it made the effort put into it worth it overall. it was lowkey a bitch to make fit in a single tumblr post, since there's a ten photo limit. anyways i say that all to say, i need help deciding on my next next idea!

im working on one request right now that'll probably come out before whatever is decided here just so y'all know :), pls send me more requests

oh! i also plan to do a few kinktober posts! idk how many or when i'll post them, i've also never written smut before so it's a good time to try and get some feedback

so if you want to be added to a kinktober taglist lmk!

but all the possible ideas listed in this poll below are non-kinktober fics, just regular posts that will have a few requests and kinktober fics sprinkled in between!

my singular anon, u know who u are, i promise you this fic will be out by monday! i just gotta finish the ending, and edit it to be readable

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pandorasword · 1 year

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Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

Chaeri's Masterlist

❒ Requested ✓ you can find the request here

Trends that went viral thanks to Chaeri (part one)

◌ Formula One in South Korea

Growing up in France for most of her life, she took it for granted that sports such as formula one (which were in fact typically European) were followed with excitement all over the world. Kind of like football. When she got back to Korea, she was quite shocked to notice that most of her fellow citizens had never seen a race in their lives.

As a lover of adrenalin sports, the day of the week that held the grand prix was always a memorable occurrence for her. In France, with the local TV, she could perfectly follow the races without too many problems. In Korea, on the other hand, for the first few years she was forced to watch them on illegal streaming channels because rights to stream F1 were up to SKY, a pay-to-stream service, for which she did not have enough money to subscribe

With her growing fame (and salary), it became easier for her to follow motorsport regularly, getting so passionate about it that she even mentioned it on her social media. And that, as a result, started the Koreans' interest in formula one.

Just as her millions of followers became interested in the topic, so did the sponsors of the FIA (the federation of automobile clubs) started to express interest in her and how they could use the opportunity to officially promote the sport in the Asian country.

She soon became the face of Korean Formula One, receiving unlimited access to all races around the world, performing at the opening ceremony of the 2020 Grand Prix where, for the first time in seven years, the Korean International Circuit would be included in the season. ↬ Related events ↫

#bts 8th member #bts imagines #bts female member #formula one #pierre gasly #bts scenarios #bts #bts eighth member #bts addition #kpop female oc #kpop female member #kpop female addition #bangtan sonyeondan #bts au #bts 8th member au #bts fic

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aria0fgold · 27 days

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My headcanons for the named trio in The Cursing of Chateau Castle series:

Josephandre is a big bear. It just fits for him I think! He gets he/him pronouns, and as a way to make him a liiiil more relatable for Mira, he'd have two craft types (Rock type being his main one and paper craft for the other). Battle style wise, I think it fits him to be more of a self-sustaining tank. He buffs defense, heals, and puts up shields. For his weapon, he'd use his fists like Isabeau. He'll be the second fastest in the trio.

Lady Irene-Janine-Kanine looks like an elegant noblewoman on the outside but she has vibes similar to Euphrasie! She gets she/her pronouns. Her craft type is Paper. Battle style wise, she's more on the offensive side, a main dps kind of thing. Most of her skills focus on buffing attack and speed, she'd have an item that helps regen her hp a lil bit and her chosen weapon is an umbrella. The tip is a sharp blade so it's used like a spear that has a hidden sword in its handle. Open it, and it becomes a shield! That'd be one of her skills too, although it's only applicable to her. She's the fastest one of the trio.

Pierre-Jacques-Erneste looks like a nobleman and carries himself as such! He gets he/they pronouns. Their craft type is Scissors. Battle style wise, he's more of a debuffer, skills focusing on weakening the enemies, slowing them down, poisoning them. Their weapon is a sword dagger, though he doesn't seem to be able to handle it well, how clumsy! But he Is a nobleman so it makes sense! Oh but... why doesn't he have a title? They're the slowest one of the trio, how strange, he seemed to be faster than Lady Irene-Janine-Karine that one time though.

#aria rants #how do i even tag these things bro im like-- why am i such a fan of a fragmented series in isat #okay so-- josephandre relied mostly on raw strength when he was travelling all alone before meeting the others #and i think he'd have a fun uncle vibe to him. which makes it easy for others to approach him and befriend him #but he Also carries a sort of pride and dignity to him which makes the others mistake him for a nobleman cuz of it #esp considering the fact that he later became famous for helping those in need and such.#lady irene on the other hand. being a noble she's always had to keep her guard up. also doesnt help that noblewomen #got the short end of the stick what with the ''arrange marriage'' things and being below noblemen #her umbrella weapon helps a lot in warding off the assholes. i think that during the journey with josephandre's party #she got to finally be herself without needing to sugarcoat her words in a way that a noble should. she would also figure out a #way to improve on her shield spell to not only apply to just her but her entire party too. she cares a lot about them after all #meanwhile i got a Whole scenario for pierre (being an illegitimate child of a noble family and all that. i made a post bout it)#he's actually a lot more capable than what he makes himself appear as. but its like part of the plan on getting the others #to lower their guards around him for when pierre betrays them. in actuality pierre is actually faster than irene altho #not much stronger still (irene and josephandre are still stronger than him) considering that pierre mainly focused on #stealth type attacks. hes more used to using a sword than a dagger (he mightve wanted to prove their worth)#it makes their battle style and weapon clash due to the fact that swords arent that good for stealth much than a dagger #its one of the reasons why hes trying to get used to the dagger than the sword. but it is a bit difficult to learn a new weapon

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Can we get some SDC boys reacting to y/n confessing their love to them while away from the group? (Ps I’m also a polnareff fangirl eek)

This took so goddamn long I am so sorry. I have been working on this forever but kept getting stuck and distracted but anyway here we are!

Confessions

Warnings for the rest of the parts: general fluffy stuff, some angst, kissing in Joseph's part

Warnings for Polnareff's part specifically because I got horny during his. Sorry: NSFW, descriptions of sex, afab!reader, I tried to keep the scene vague, orgasms, unprotected sex (implied birth control use)

You weren’t sure when you started to fall for him. Was it love at first sight? Was it a slow build of feelings? Was it a sudden pulse of attraction? It’s like your mind blurred whenever you thought about it. You supposed it didn’t really matter. All you knew was, at the last leg of your journey with the crusaders, only a few days before reaching Dio’s mansion, you had to tell him. If it was the last thing you did, you had to.

You promised yourself that you’d tell, and would live with his answer, regardless of what it was. The future of everyone’s lives was at stake facing such a powerful enemy. You refused to die without telling him your feelings. It was the right thing to do. Right?

And so, having asked to share a room with him for the night, you had the perfect opportunity to confess. It’s just. . . it’s like you couldn’t get the words out.

Jotaro Kujo

“You okay over there?” Jotaro asked, donning his usual uniform as he laid on his bed. The television droned on in front of him. His hat was off for once, placed on his nightstand. You always liked when he took his hat off. He looked so nice. Well, he always looked nice. In an attractive sort of way, that is. He had the exact opposite of a kind face. Still, there was something lurking just under the surface that gave you. . . comfort?

As of late you couldn’t even look at him without your feelings overwhelming you, leading to a flustered goodbye as you made your exit. It was highly embarrassing, and yet you couldn’t help it. Not only were you desperately pining, you also got stuck falling for a guy who calls his own mother a bitch. Lucky you.

Currently, you sat on your chosen bed, already in your pajamas, with a worried look on your face. When you heard your companion’s words, you lifted your head up to meet his gaze. He stared, unwavering.

“I’m fine,” you replied, quickly diverting your eyes to the T.V. “I’m just. . . thinking about how to say something, I guess.”

“What do you mean, how to say something?” he quipped, rolling his eyes as he spoke. “Just say what you mean. There’s no point in thinking too much about it. If you know what to say, then spit it out. It’s annoying when people try to sugar-coat things.”

“If you fell in love with someone. . . would you tell them?” you murmured back. You pulled your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them as you wrapped your arms around yourself pathetically. You felt so. . . small at the moment. How were you supposed to save the world if you couldn’t even speak your feelings? “There’s, well, someone I want to confess to before we all face Dio, but I don’t know if I should.”

“Is that what’s bothering you? Good grief. Just tell them. I’m guessing it’s someone in our group, right? If they can stand traveling almost 50 days with you, then they won’t just abandon you if you confess.”

You let out a sigh. How pitifully ironic. He was giving you advice to confess even though he was the one you needed to confess to. “I guess. . . I just promised myself I’d spill, too. . . but I just don’t know. . .”

“It’s Kakyoin, isn’t it?” Jotaro gruffed. “You two are always sharing a room, talking with each other about fuck-knows what.”

You shook your head, stifling a laugh at his odd use of foul language. “He’s a sweetheart and I do adore him, but only platonically. It’s not him.”

“Polnareff then.”

You shook your head again. “I love him like a brother. It’s not him either.”

“Avdol.”

Another head shake. “Just another good friend.”

Jotaro’s face curled into a disgusted expression. “The shitty old man?”

You let out a breathy laugh. “Absolutely not. God, that would be weird, especially given—”

“It has to be Kakyoin then,” he interrupted. “I named everyone.”

Taking in a breath, you shook your head. He could be so. . . clueless sometimes, despite his street-smarts. “It’s. . . you, Jotaro. I’ve fallen for you, you dumbass.”

He stared at the television screen, dumbfounded. He moved to pull his hat down, but it wasn’t on his head. His normally annoyed expression blossomed into a red and flustered visage. He ran a hand through his hair, speechless. He didn’t even grunt at your crude nickname.

You had to admit, an embarrassed Jotaro looked kind of cute. You knew underneath his facade there was something else. Someone vulnerable and emotional and. . . adorable.

“Good grief. . . me? Why?” he turned to look at you and you shrugged, pulling at the strings of your pajamas.

“I dunno,” you replied dumbly. “It’s just what my heart decided. I’m just along for the ride.”

Noriaki Kakyoin

“Hey, did you hear me?” the red-head questioned, pulling you from your love-sick daydreams. You sat in the hotel’s arm chair, nestling your curled body against the comfortable cushions. Your eyes moved to look at Kakyoin laying on the hotel bed, already in his pajamas. He had a book in his hands, though he didn’t seem very interested in reading it given that he had been trying to talk to you for the past few minutes.

He huffed, shutting the book and setting it to his side. He sat up, leaning forward to capture your full attention. “What’s up with you lately? You’ve been out of it. Are you feeling okay?”

You nodded halfheartedly, sighing as you leaned against the chair, eyes now darting aimlessly around the ceiling. “Physically? Fine. Mentally? Like I’ve been hit by a bus.”

Kakyoin frowned, scooting to the edge of the bed. He swung his legs off, facing your chair tucked in the corner of the room. You reluctantly uncurled yourself, wordlessly sitting next to him. The bed cushioned around you. You knew he would want to pry sooner-or-later. And you also knew you weren’t about to get away from this conversation now that he brought up your moody state

“Talk to me,” he said. “Who’s been bothering you?”

“Don’t you mean what?”

“No. I mean who. The only consistencies with our trip have been people. Us and the enemies. So who is it?”

You huffed. “You’re too perceptive sometimes, ya know that?”

“So I’m right. It is a who.”

“Yes, yes,” you confirmed. “It’s something regarding someone that has been gnawing at me and it’s really messing with my mental state. . .”

“Is this about Polnareff and his flirting with you? That man can’t restrain himself around pretty women. It’s really something he needs to work on.”

Your heart skipped a beat. He just called you pretty. Kakyoin just called you pretty! You stifled the urge to clap in happiness. You quickly composed yourself, crossing your arms. “No, that doesn’t bother me. He just does it to be sweet now. And I appreciate the compliments he gives me. Trust me, if I wasn’t okay with it, you know how it would end.”

He clicked his tongue, thinking. “Is it the opposite, then? Do you have feelings for him?”

You waved that idea off. “He’s a gentleman and all, but not really my type. Too. . . well, just too much, really.” You laughed softly.

“Hmm. I see. What’s wrong, then? You know you can talk to me. And it’s better to say what you feel than holding it inside. That’s dangerous, even, with what we’re doing.”

“I know, I just—what if, when I say what I feel, I ruin everything? With the end of this trip getting closer and closer every day, I am petrified of losing him not only as a friend, but as someone in my life.”

He tucked a strand of his hair aside, looking you in the eyes. Gently, he placed a hand on your knee. “Well then, you have nothing to lose, then, right? Who knows what will happen days from now. Not anyone! It’s stupid to worry about losing this person if we’re all ending up at the same place anyway. We all have a goal. Defeat Dio. And nothing you say to any of us will change that. I assure you.”

You let out a shaky sigh. “Well, since you’re so sure of yourself—I’ve had feelings for you—I do have feelings for you. Since I can’t remember when. It feels like we’ve known each other for years. And I can’t get you out of my head.”

He let out a laugh. A laugh that fluttered the butterflies in your stomach. “Wow. I—I’m not laughing at you. I just—I’m such an idiot. All this time, and I could’ve told you my own feelings from the start?”

“I don’t understand. . .”

He moved his hand upwards, squeezing your thigh. His other hand gently caressed your heated cheeks. “Don’t you get it? I feel the same way.”

Muhammad Avdol

It was the most frustrating thing, falling for the person you’d usually talk to about stuff like this. He was always there for you, listening to every word you had to say and giving honest advice—though some were not perfect. That was part of why you loved him so much, though. He cared enough to try to understand and help solve your issues, even if he didn’t succeed. You weren’t even sure when ‘love’ became ‘in love’. It was like one day you woke up and couldn’t stop picturing a future with him. Was it the ever-decreasing days to get to Dio? Was it too long in the desert heat? Did you hit your head? Who knows. Did it really matter? All you knew was you were down bad, and as much as you tried, you couldn’t hide it from him.

Of course, Avdol took note of your new attitude change, but you kept brushing his concerns aside. It wasn’t like you could tell him he was the reason for it. It’s just. . . you’d rather have him as a friend forever than confess to him and lose him. You couldn’t bear the thought of not having him in your life anymore. Remaining as a pining friend was good enough for you.

And yet. . . you couldn’t even sleep without dreaming of him. It was pathetic, honestly. You felt like a middle-schooler with the way you were crushing on him.

You clutched your head in frustration, sitting up in bed. It was near pitch black in the hotel room, but you could just barely make out the figure of Avdol sleeping in the bed next to yours.

Fighting back a sigh, you crawled out of bed, making your way to the only window in the room. You pried it open, enjoying the cool air enveloping your tired body. Lazily, you leaned against the sill, eyes drooping but resisting the urge to shut permanently. You basked in the moonlight, hoping that it would somehow drown out all of your issues. You were completely lost as to what to do, but maybe just looking at the stars for a while will give you some sort of clue.

Unbeknownst to you, a form stirred in the darkness, and he sat up groggily. Avdol began to open his mouth, but your figure in the moonlight gave him pause. He missed seeing your face so calm. Recently, you’d only thrown him scattered glances and hurried responses. It was strange. It was like something had possessed you, puppetting you around against his wishes. He would do anything to have a complete conversation with you again. But as of late he couldn’t keep his head on straight. Any comments he could think of were washed away in the tide of your curious eyes and bright smile.

You had Avdol wrapped around your finger and you didn’t even know it. He just needed to tell you. But the courage always drained before he got the chance.

A sudden surge struck him, infiltrating his mind before he could stop himself. “Can’t sleep?”

He said softly, careful not to startle you.

You turned to look at your companion, his groggy appearance and tilted bonnet only adding to his sleepy charm. A smile graced your features. “Yeah. Sorry. Did I wake you?”

“It’s alright. What’s bothering you?” he asked, sliding out of bed to join you in your stargazing. His hands rested against the window sill, brushing against yours.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” you blurted out, filter clogged with sleepiness. Did you just say that out loud?

He laughed his usual deep rumbling laugh. “That’s flattering. I’ve had you on my mind, as well.”

“All good things, I hope?”

“Very.”

Your face burned. Did he call out his stand? Why did you suddenly feel so hot? “Like what?”

“I’m not sure if I should say,” he confessed, a large hand moving overtop yours. He traced your digits absentmindedly, as if studying your hand’s every detail. “I’m not usually a shy man, but you’ve cast a spell on me. Admittedly, I’ve missed times like this with you. You’ve been so distant lately. Have I done something wrong?”

You shook your head. “No, not at all. The opposite, actually. I’m afraid that if I. . . even look at you, I’ll. . .”

“Fall in love.”

Your voices overlapped, echoing in the small space. His hand intertwined with yours.

“I’m a fortune teller. I had a feeling.”

You instinctively tried to curl away, but he pulled you in close. You could feel his soft night clothes against your skin. Smell his warm and fiery scent. Hear his heart beating rhythmically in his chest. He was so close. So close you could. . .

Wordlessly, his lips met yours.

Jean Pierre Polnareff

Ironically, you and he were too busy enraptured in a deep kiss for you to speak your mind, his fingers trailing lower and lower down your abdomen. It was something you and he often did—sleeping with each other not for love, but for a stress reliever. Someone to be close to. To feel. To touch. To explore. You both had a shared need to wash away your clouded minds, and so you came to a mutual agreement. At the beginning, you both made it perfectly clear there were no strings or feelings attached. It was just lust. Temporary highs the two of you craved that could eventually be set aside once you parted ways.

The distant feeling of fingers spreading you open flashed in your brain.

But there was a problem. It wasn’t just lust anymore. All the flirting and teasing and fucking, well, somewhere in all that you started to fall in love. You didn’t want to go your separate ways after all this. You didn’t want to find a new friend with benefits. You wanted him. Not just sensually. But romantically. You wanted to see and experience every part of him.

Your core lubricated quickly, his steady fingers working you in all the right places.

But. . . to change your current relationship? That was something you were too afraid to initiate. What if he leaves you all together? What if—

“Spread your legs for me, cherie.”

You almost forgot your current situation, pinned down and naked under a muscled Frenchman horny-out-of-his-mind. You obeyed his command, your legs sliding to rest on either side of his massive thighs as he steadied himself.

A familiar fullness rutted within you, and like always, you felt a breathless high begin to build. Though you and he had done this many times, and you were practically shaped for him now, it still drove you crazy. With every stroke inside, you gasped in silent pleasure, and your nails dug into his toned back as he continued his fluid but fast pace. He was never one to hold back, especially after a long but stressful day.

You knew he was close as his pace turned sloppy, and your own orgasm threatened to burst from your stuffed entrance.

He moaned breathlessly in your ear, his cum spilling to splatter your walls. Your entire body twitched in anticipation. Delicate hands gripped his head in support as you came harshly. There was only one sentence on your lips as you drowned in your high. “Don’t leave me.”

Polnareff, lips pressed against your neck as he marked your skin, groped your breast in response. He was never good at this falling in love stuff, so he figured he’d show his true feelings rather than tell.

“I’m here, cherie,” he whispered, kissing up your jawline. “I’ll always be here.”

Joseph Joestar

You would think you’d be embarrassed about liking a man who was older than your father when you weren’t even thirty yet, but the way your heart pounded when you looked at him felt too good to feel bad about. You couldn’t help it.

So what he was pushing 70? His body, mind, and wit were as sharp as ever. He gave you goosebumps at every slight touch. His handsome smile made you swoon.

He was the man of your dreams.

But how to tell him. . . ?

You bit your lip, busying yourself with the hotel’s notepad. You scribbled mindlessly in a useless attempt to calm your mind. He’d be up any minute now, just finishing his drink at the bar.

Letting out a groan, you decided to clear your thoughts with a shower. Hopefully the rushing water would drown everything out.

You rustled through your bag, grabbing your pajamas and fresh undergarments. Padding to the bathroom, you tossed your change of clothes on the counter before turning on the water.

You let out a sigh as you tested the temperature with your palm, feeling the hot shower soothe your flushed skin. You pulled your hand out, stripping quickly. You quickly shut the door before stepping in.

Perfect. No thoughts. Just hot water and steam. You closed your eyes, muscles relaxing. . .

The room door opening alerted you to Joseph’s entrance. Ignoring the fluttering in your chest, you began to wash yourself.

A second door opening shocked you, and you turned to see the shadow of Joseph enter the bathroom. Good thing the shower curtain wasn’t see-through.

“I’m in here!” you called over the sounds of running water.

“I’ll only be a second, I’m just brushin’ my teeth before headin’ to bed!” he replied.

Despite everything, your heart raced in nervousness.

Panicking, you misstepped, leading to your soaked body tumbling against the shower curtain. It whipped outward, leaving you falling towards the ground. You let out a gasp, preparing to hit the hard bathroom tile.

Muscled arms grasped your body, pulling you against a firm chest. Grasping for anything to steady yourself, you latched onto his shoulders, leaving you pressed up against his body as you regained your footing.

After the immediate shock of almost colliding with the floor left you, your new situation flooded your senses.

Joseph must’ve felt your heart pounding because he moved his hands away, making sure you were steady before backing away entirely.

You snatched your towel from the rack, quickly covering your nude form.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, concern in his gravelly voice.

You nodded, catching your breath. “I’m so sorry,” you whimpered, embarrassment overwhelming you. What a horrible situation. What the hell were you supposed to do now?

“I’m the one that came in unannounced and scared ya,” he replied, rubbing his neck. “Sorry this old man had to see ya naked.”

“I’d rather it was you than anyone else,” you blurted out. Your eyes widened as you covered your mouth. Jesus Christ. Get a grip! What the hell was that? “Sorry! That was wrong of me to say! I just mean. . . “

“Just mean. . .?”

Pushing aside your nervousness, you began to speak. “Look, I, uhh, I don’t know how to say this without sounding not weird, so. . . I guess I’m just gonna say it. I have, umm. . . well. . . feelings for you. And I have for a while now. Like. . . romantic feelings.”

“Wha—are—me? Sweetheart, did you hit your head just now?”

You shook your head, pulling the towel tighter against you as your body shivered with anxiety. You wanted to curl up and die at the moment. Why would you confess? He obviously would just be weirded out. What was wrong with you? “No, I—, Sorry,” you mumbled. “Just forget I said anything. I just needed to get it off my chest. . .”

He placed a tentative hand on your head, ruffling your hair. “You don’t want an old geezer like me,” he muttered.

In a sudden burst of angry energy, you grabbed his hand, pulling it down and meeting his eyes. You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed him to reject you once-and-for-all. You couldn’t live in suspense anymore. You needed to hear him say no. Maybe then you’d finally drop your crush. “Don’t gimme that. Just tell me to get dressed and leave and we can both pretend this never happened. Don’t sugar-coat it. Please. I can’t have my stomach in knots over you anymore.”

He swallowed thickly, embarrassment coating his cheeks. His bright eyes stared into yours. “I, uhh, I can’t.”

“Why not?” you whispered, bringing his hand against your chest to feel your racing heart. “Please, just tell me you don’t see me like that. Tell me you don’t want me. I need to hear it. I need to hear it to get you out of my head, Joseph.”

He moved his other hand to caress your cheek. “I told ya, I can’t. With you standing here like this. . . all I wanna do is make you mine. I can’t say I don’t want ya, because I do. And it’s all I can think about.”

You stepped forward, pressing yourself against him. “Then make me yours.”

Lips crashed into yours.

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My Pillows

Pairing: Pierre x reader

Rating: R

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), slight praise, dirty talk, hint of switch!pierre, soft sex, aftercare, p in v, oral (f receiving), hint of cockwarming

Synopsis: Cuddles and movies turn into soft sex with your boyfriend.

Request: Sooo I’m sitting here thinking soft ooey-gooey thoughts about reader and Pierre snuggling on a couch. They are wearing oversized sweaters, hot coco in cute festive mugs, and there is one of those awful hallmark autumn themed murder-mystery/ rom-com movies playing softly in the background 🥰🥹I’m so sorry that pierre has a chokehold on me, but I’m making it both of our problems 💗

If there was one thing that Pierre loved about rainy days, it was being able to lay on top of you. On days like these, you loved turning on crappy hallmark movies, wearing one of his sweaters and a pair of soft undies, and that was it.

He came home from practice to you in the dark with your favorite autumn candle lit, casting a soft glow on your face. On TV was a crappy murder-mystery rom-com as you just lay under a blanket. A half asleep look on your face, he sets down his keys and takes off his wet raincoat hanging it up, so it dries.

Walking over, he crouches down; his fingers ghost your face moving some hair out of your face. “Mon Doudou, are you comfortable?” He whispers, kissing the tip of your nose, making a sleepy smile appear on your face.

“Join me?” You whisper back, something about talking in a normal tone, making you wince slightly, the soft words easier on you. “Let me change.” He mumbles as he goes to change.

He comes back wearing flannel pajama pants, and that is it, wanting to feel the heat on his chest, something comforting about it. You don't move as he lifts the blanket and lays down on top of you. He moves around, resting his head perfectly on your chest; he loves using your breasts as pillows.

You smile and move the hand behind your head into his hair. Playing with his hair was a comfort for you; it was soft and complete, and the curls hugged your fingers when you combed them.

No one says a word for a while until the movie ends and Pierre shifts slightly, jarring you awake. “It's always the stepmother, honestly. It's cliche; give us a good plot twist next time.” He grumbles and presses a kiss to your sternum before turning his head towards the tv again.

You hum and move your hand to his exposed back, nails softly scraping his back. Pierre shivers slightly, the scratches comforting as a new movie comes on. Something along the lines of a girl inheriting a family ancestry house with a mysterious boy taking care of the house and a secret room.

Pierre never admitted it, but he always got sucked into the films; they were mind-numbing entertainment for him, and for him, he didn't need to take you out on fancy dates or lavish you with expensive gifts; for you, you just needed him and peaceful days like this.

You arch up slightly, getting yourself comfortable again, which Pierre groans, feeling your hips press against him. You give a soft giggle with Pierre’s hands gripping your waist.

“Easy, baby.” He kisses your stomach, which has you laugh, your tummy being ticklish for you.

“What? I was getting comfortable.” You yawn, relaxing into his hold. Pierre rolls his eyes and grabs the bottom of the sweater, and looks up at you.

“May I take this off you?” His attention is now on you instead of the movie.

“Yes.” you huff arching up for him to take it off you quickly.

He peels the sweater off your skin and drops it on the floor, your skin burning from how warm you are. Lips trace every inch of your skin as Pierre pulls the blanket off you, cool air nipping your tits, making them hard.

His eyes sparkle, his hands rough from callouses he got from working out, deliciously scratching you. His thumbs rub over your nipples, causing a soft huff to pass your lips; Pierre moves up slightly and takes advantage of your open mouth.

Tongues mesh together, neither fighting for dominance, just enjoying each other's comfort; he pulls away, teeth biting on your bottom lip, sucking it back into his mouth. Nothing about this was a rush or a standard part; it was taking your time, enjoying each other's taste, scent, and feel.

You moan and break the kiss, neck exposed as Pierre moves to your neck, leaving small dark hickies in his wake as he returns to your breasts. He sits up, leaning on his heels, soaking up your presence. You took deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart, hair meshed into the couch pillows, lips wet, and chest rising and falling quickly.

His eyes drag to your panties, and he stops seeing a dark spot and smiles to himself; his fingers trace down your stomach to the damp area and push the pad of his two middle fingers against you. A whimper passes your lips as you jut your hips into his fingers, loving the pressure against your clit.

“Pierre,” you mumble, which has him hook his fingers on both sides of your hips and pull your undies down. You hadn't shaved in a while, but he never cared; he loved you, which meant all of you.

“Let me take my time.” He mumbles and shuffles down the couch before laying on his stomach and putting both hands on the inside of your thighs and pressing them apart, exposing you to him.

“Okay.” you gasp, feeling his warm breath against your core, but whimper when you feel his lips kiss your clit gently. Pierre loved eating you out, and it was something about you trusting him enough to go down you and watching you become unfold just from his tongue and lips.

He moves his tongue in slow letters, having learned the alphabet trick, and pushes two fingers gently into you. You move your hips in slow, tight circles drawing up the pressure of your orgasm.

“Cum on my tongue,” Pierre mumbles, croaking his fingers inside you and making the letter g against you, having you clamp down on his fingers, grinding faster as you chase the orgasm. Ragged breaths leave your mouth as you calm your heart, Pierre smiling and kissing you on the cheek.

“So gorgeous when you come.” He whispers, pushing the hair off your sweaty forehead. “Make love to me,” you mumble, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He couldn't help the blush that covered his have as he cleared his throat before giggling at your words. He looks down and moves to get a condom, but you stop him.

“It's alright, im on the pill.” you remind him, your legs tight around his waist, stopping him from leaving your perfect cacoon.

“Okay.” He whispers and lays down on top of you again but keeps your legs spread as he peels his pants off, making you bite your lip. Hand scratching down his toned chest, abdomen, and to his cock. He was perfect. He was the right size and veiny; you loved it.

Pierre groans. His body was getting ridged as you stroked him up and down, licking his lips before biting them as he groaned, thrusting into your hand. “Fuck me, not my hand, baby boy,” you whisper, making Pierre whine and nod, kissing you gently.

He looks down and lines up before gradually entering you. Both sigh in relief when he bottoms out and waits, just enjoying how you coil around him. He always loved being inside you, fuck just thinking about staying like this was erotic enough for you both. But right now, he wanted more.

With slow thrusts, he watches as you moan; head is thrown back as you burn alive, feeling every inch of him inside you. Pierre lays his weight on you as you wrap your arms around one another. His thrusts are slow and deep, loving the small whimpers and breathy moans he drags from you.

“I love you.” You whisper in his ear; turning his head; he kisses you deeply and starts to pick up the pace; you feel an arm wrap around your left leg and lift it to rest on his shoulder. The new angle hits your G-spot, which has you whimpering.

“Are you going to come again, my love? Hm? You've been so good to me; I think you deserve it.” Pierre gasps, moving quicker inside you.

“Yes, yes, please, Pierre. I wanna cum.” You plead, to which Pierre nods, sweat dripping down his forehead, and angle his hips hitting your G-spot, the feeling like a scratch you couldn't read was finally getting scratched.

“Oh God!” you cry, arms tight around his neck as your pussy clamps down, milking his cock.

“I'm right here, baby; no need to call for me.” Pierre teases, making you laugh softly, exhausted.

Pierre groans, having cummed inside you, and pulls away, which has you reaching for him. “I'll be right back; I’m just getting something to clean us up with.” He explains. Pierre walks down the hallway, practically glowing, but the candles are striking his tanned skin.

He comes back with a warm wash cloth and wipes down your face, chest, and your pussy, making you wince, always sensitive after sex. He smiles and grabs the second washcloth, and cleans himself up before laying back down.

You grab him, and he smiles and moves, laying his face on the tits, smiling, which has you giggle. The movie now grabs both your attention. “Fuck, it was a grandmother.” Pierre gasps, and you, too, are shocked by the plot twist. “We've gotta start the movie over.” Pierre grabs the remote, instantly hitting replay as you both sink into each other and enjoy the movie.

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