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maplesyrupsainz · 3 months

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˖⁺｡˚⋆˙ours | FA14 ˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: fernando alonso x famous singer!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au, established relationship

warnings: none just super fluffy

summary: in which it's (finally) time for you and your husband to tell the world that you are in fact husband and wife

a/n: MY FIRST FERNANDO SMAU hehe so much fun actually tysm ppl for sending reqs for him in :))) honestly this just remind me of the rumours of him & taylor swift dating so i used that as some inspo <333

request!!!: Hi could you do a smau for Fernando where he’s secretly been married to a singer who’s a MEGA STAR and stuff 🫶

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fernandoalo_oficial we really missed u at the race this weekend y/n ❤️

lewishamilton rest up!

user1 y/n has the f1 grid in a chokehold

user2 i miss her

user3 she's sick and she still looks that gorgeous

user4 the y/n stan to f1 fan pipeline is real

user5 we have no choice when all the drivers are her bffs 💀

francisca.cgomes feel better babygirl ❤️‍🩹

user6 aww her beautiful kitty

user7 tbh this looks cosy af

user8 the teacup is so cute i love her

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user13 omg y/n my babygirl

user14 i love nando & y/n's friendship

user15 awww our lil grid bff

user16 she's precious

user17 what's she recording urmm

lewishamilton tell her i miss her

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user18 omg y/n sneak??

user19 sneak??! she's the main event ofc

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georgerussell63 my favourite duo

user20 interesting...

user21 new ship just dropped y/n and nando

user22 new?? where u been

user23 urm y/n looks extremely gf here.....

user24 i believe this is a soft hard launch.

user25 delulu

user24 im right. just you wait

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yourusername this love is ours 🫶 yours now on all streaming services.. just because it's been a while.

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user25 IM DEAD IM FINISHED

user26 THE SOFT LAUNCH???

user27 looks hard to me😦😦

user28 omg she's so in love gang

lilymhe beautiful song ❤️

francisca.cgomes you're amazing y/n!

carmenmmundt not ever surprised by your talent

user29 omg the wags in the comments

user30 Y/N AND FERNANDO I KNEW IT

fernandoalo_oficial 🫶

user31 wtf oh my goddd

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fernandoalo_oficial just for the record that's my wife you are all talking about

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user43 WIFE???? WHAT

yourusername lollll 💀 i love you

fernandoalo_oficial i love you more

georgerussell63 beautiful couple as always

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user44 oh my god

user45 how has this gone under the radar for so long

user46 HOW DID YOU GUYS GET AWAY WITH THIS

user47 wife omg

carmenmmundt hehe you are both amazing

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user48 i've passed away from this

user49 things are adding up

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user50 y/n are you a wife

user51 I KNEW SHE WAS FREAKING MARRIED

user52 she is so personal to me

user53 i have the ultimate parasocial relationship with this relationship

carmenmmundt me too tbh

user54 HAHAH

user55 obsessed with carmen being their biggest fan fr

lewishamilton my favourites!!

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lewishamilton see you at the next race i hope?

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user56 WE WONNN

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mistiell · 1 year

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Let me Wrap my Teeth Around the World

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Summary: Saturday finally rolls around and Spencer takes you out to dinner. When he drops your off at your apartment, you ask him to stay

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Fluff, spencer being love drunk and adorable af, protected piv (18+)

A/N: PART 3!!! This is the last part for this mini series. Fair warning, this has not been proofread so I’ll probably come back to correct some things. Hope you guys like it!

Part 2

After four whole days, Saturday finally rolls around, and to say Spencer is nervous would be an understatement. He spent approximately sixty-seven hours, forty-two minutes, and twenty seconds attempting to come up with somewhere to take you, and he thinks he finally has a rather sound proof plan.

As he stands outside of your apartment, he goes over his plan once more in his head just as you open the door.

“Spence! Hey!” You greet him with a contagious smile before taking his hand to lead him inside. You look him up and down once before grinning puckishly at him, “Someone looks handsome.”

His face flushes red as he stutters out, “Th-Thanks.”

“I just have to grab my purse.” You smile kindly before skipping off towards your bedroom.

“Okay.” He nods, taking a moment to admire your decor. The first thing he notices is the scent of pumpkin spice hanging in the air, presumably from the recently extinguished candle sitting on your coffee table. The space is cluttered in a cosy, lived-in sort of way, with a fair amount of pillows settled on the couch and at least three different throw blankets stacked hanging over the back of an armchair. It’s very you, he thinks.

“Sorry for taking so long. Took me a second to find it.” You titter, and it’s now that he notices your outfit. You’re wearing a little black dress – something between formal and casual – that hugs your waist before tapering out at your hips to flow and fall to mid thigh. The sleeves are long and flowy, and the neckline shows off a fair bit of your chest — a detail he lingers on a little too long before hastily forcing his attention elsewhere.

When you look down at the ground and start fidgeting, he realises he hasn’t said anything, “You– you look gorgeous.”

“Thank you.” You smile shyly before taking his hand and tugging him out the door, “Now, c’mon! I want to know what you’ve got planned for us this evening.”

He follows you into the elevator down to the underground before taking the lead, opening the passenger side door to his car for you before climbing in on the other side.

“So,” You start as he shifts the car into gear and pulls out of his parking spot, “Where are we headed?”

“I thought we could go to that Italian place you liked the last time we went out with the team?” He suggests as he pulls out onto the street.

“Sounds good to me.” You reply, pulling at your dress as it rides up a little too high for your liking.

Spencer certainly isn’t complaining though. He’s got a great view of your thighs from here. When he dares to take his eyes off the road to glance at you out of the corner of his eye, of course.

The drive to the restaurant isn’t a long one and there’s an easy flow of idle chatter as he finds a parking spot before leading you inside.

The place is on the smaller side, a family owned business that’s been there since before either of you were born. The owner recognizes the two of you and smiles kindly as she shows you to a table.

As you skim the menu, you’re rambling about a TV show you’re currently obsessing over but, as hard as he tries, only half of him is listening. The other half is fantasising about ripping that dress off your body and ravishing you the way you deserve.

He shakes his head. Jesus, where’d that come from? He’s got to get a hold of himself.

“I don’t know if you’d really be interested in it, but maybe—,” You stop talking and when he realises he’s been staring at your chest, he knows he’s been caught. He goes bright red when you smirk, “See something you like, pretty boy?”

Fucking hell, you’re going to be the death of him. He swallows hard and smiles nervously, “Yeah, I do.”

Your gaze slides down his neck and seems to land on the sliver of his collar bone that’s visible beneath the sweater vest he’s wearing, and you look like you’re just about ready to pounce on him. Under the table, you use your foot to nudge at his ankle before reaching for his hand and raising it to kiss his knuckles, maintaining eye contact as you do. For such a sweet gesture, it feels intimate with the way you’re gazing at him through your lashes, your lips warm against his skin in a way that makes him shift a little in his seat. When you pull away, you don’t let go of his hand, instead letting them settle between you as you scrunch your nose playfully and stage whisper, “Me too.”

He fucking giggles.

It’s that flustered, I-cannot-believe-this-person-thinks-I’m-attractive kind of giggle. When someone’s just hit on you and you just can’t help but laugh a little to calm your racing heart.

You grin at the sound and he clears his throat, cheeks a bright crimson, “Th–Thanks y– Thank you.”

He sighs with a simper, a little more than embarrassed as he hides his face in his free hand. You laugh and gently take his wrist to pull his hand away. When he dares to look back up at you, your eyes are filled with such fondness that it makes him want to scream.

“Don’t hide from me.” You coo, brushing your thumb over his wrist, “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

He doesn’t know what to say, so he thanks you again.

“‘Course.” You smile just as the waiter returns with your drinks.

You both order and chat while you wait. He starts rambling on about a classic film he went to see once, one that was in russian and was nearly four hours long. He gets halfway through explaining the plot when he realises this is usually where someone else would cut him off, so instead, he does it himself. You notice the abrupt silence and swallow a bite of your food before cocking your head to the side, “Why’d you stop?”

“Oh, well,” No one’s ever asked him that before. They normally ask him to stop. Not why he stopped, “I didn’t want to bore you.”

“You weren’t. I enjoy listening to you.” You say casually, waiting for him to continue.

It takes him a moment to register that you’re being genuine, but once he does, he beams as he continues his explanation. You listen with rapt attention. You even ask him questions! He finds himself smiling so much his cheeks start to hurt.

When he’s finished, he asks you about the show you’d been talking about earlier and you grin, speaking excitedly and animatedly about the plot and characters. You’re careful not to spoil anything, just in case he decides to watch it — which he decided he would the moment he saw how you lit up when he mentioned it.

By the time the two of you are finished with dinner, the sun has set and the time is nearing seven thirty. Nearly an hour and a half has passed and he hadn’t even noticed. He’s quick to offer to pay the bill when it comes, which starts a very small back and forth between the two of you when you also insist on paying. Eventually, you compromise and decide to split it.

He opens the door for you before walking out behind you. The air has chilled, and when a breeze blows by, you shiver.

He quickly shrugs off his coat and holds it out to you, “Here.”

“Oh, you don’t have to.” He shakes his head and smiles kindly at you.

“I want to.”

You smile back and utter a soft, “Thank you.

He holds it open and lets you slip your arms into it, watching the way you wrap it securely around yourself and practically burrow into it fondly. Before you start walking, he offers his arm to you, “Shall we?”

Giggling, you slip your arm through his, “We shall.”

You squeeze at his bicep affectionately as you walk and he places his free hand on the back of yours.

When you get to his car, he opens the door for you again before climbing in himself. On the drive to your apartment, he can’t help but glance at you out of the corner of his eye again.

“Just can’t stop staring, huh?” You smirk and he immediately brings his eyes back to the road.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He smiles and you laugh.

“Uh-huh. Sure you don’t.” Carefully, you take one of his hands off the wheel and hold it in your lap, playing with his fingers. He knows the distraction is dangerous, but he really doesn’t care at this point. You’ve got his hand in your lap, so close to your thighs that he can feel the heat radiating off of your skin, “I like when you stare, you know.” “Yeah?” Is all he can manage in response as you spread his fingers and place his open palm over your inner thigh.

“Yeah.” You whisper, and when he glances at you again, you’ve got a hunger in your eyes that makes him let out a shaky breath. He takes a chance, sliding his hand up the bottom of your dress to squeeze at the soft flesh that resides further up your thigh. You sigh, leaning your head back against the headrest as you idly drag your fingertips up and down the length of his forearm. He thinks he might pass out.

As he reaches your apartment building, he squeezes you before placing his hand back on the wheel to turn into the underground. He finds your visitor spot and parks the car, getting out to open the door for you. When you get to the elevator and finally reach the door to your apartment, you turn and tentatively take his hand.

“Would you, um,” You glance down at your shoes shyly, “Would you like to,” His heart races when you look up at him through your lashes, “come inside?”

His breath stutters in his chest and it takes him a moment to come back down to earth. Unfortunately, you take this as a rejection, pulling your hand away and smiling at him apologetically, “Sorry, you don’t have to, obviously. I just thought…Well, it doesn’t matter what I thought. I’ll–.”

He doesn’t let you go any further, stepping into your space and pressing his lips to yours. He’s not about to let another misunderstanding pull you away from him. When he pulls back, he cups your cheek and strokes a line with his thumb from the corner of your eye, to your temple, and back, “I’d love to.”

You smile, quickly opening the door to your apartment and pulling him through. Shrugging off his jacket, you hang it up on your coat rack as he slips off his shoes. You struggle to get your heels off, so he kneels to undo to clasp and slip them off for you.

“Such a gentleman.” You hum as he stands back up after placing your shoes under your coats, threading your fingers in the hairs closest to his ears. His hands gravitate to your waist as you press yourself against him, leaning up to peck his lips, his jaw, before opening your mouth to roll your tongue against the sensitive skin of his pulse point, drawing a deep, shuddering sigh from his lungs. Your teeth scrape against his jaw and he can hear your breath fanning hot against his neck. He swears under his breath and you chuckle, pulling away only to take his wrists and guide him down the hall towards your bedroom.

Before you have a chance to sit, he hooks his arm around you and pulls you back to him. He captures your lips again and slides his hand up your thighs and your dress to grasp at your waist, relishing in the way your skin feels under his hands. He only breaks the kiss to ask, “Can I take this off?”

“You can take off as much as you want, handsome.” You pant and he grins, slipping your dress off before taking a moment to unabashedly ogle you.

“You are…” There are so many things he could say. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Ethereal. None of them would do you justice, “Wow.”

You giggle, and he finds himself mesmerised by the way your shoulders shake and your stomach contracts with the motion, “I’ve never known you as a man of few words, Doctor Reid.”

“I guess you just have that effect on me.” He smiles as you move to fiddle with his belt, swiftly pulling his pants down his legs and letting him lean on you a little as he steps out of them. You make quick work of his sweater vest and button down after that, leaving him standing there in his boxers, nearly bare to you. He gets a little anxious when you don’t say anything at first, but when he takes the time to actually look at the way you’re staring at him, he realises you’re just as in awe of him as he is of you.

Taking you in his arms again, he walks you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the bed, letting you shimmy up the mattress until your head rests comfortably on your pillows. You open your arms to him, parting your thighs to let him slot himself snuggly in between. Gripping your hips, he spreads his knees and — with a strength that surprises both of you — tugs you towards him so that your heat is flush with his bulge. You gasp at the sudden manhandling, but don’t seem upset. In fact, if he had to describe it, you look like you want to eat him.

He bends at the waist, sliding his hands down the backs of your thighs and holding them against his sides as he leans down to kiss you again. One hand finds his back while the other finds his hair, tugging and earning a groan in response. He’d be content to sit there and kiss you for hours, but as you grind against him, sighing into his mouth, it’s clear you’re eager to have more of him.

Letting go of your thighs, he carefully wedges his fingers between you and the mattress to guide your back into a high enough arch that he can unclasp your bra. It takes him a couple tries, throughout which you kiss at his jaw in a lovely — but also rather unhelpful — way, but he gets it and slips it off, tossing it off to some unknown corner of the room. His hands stay safely on your sides for a moment as he glances up at you, waiting until you nod before he palms at your breast, leaning down to suck a few hickeys into the skin of your neck as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. You half sigh, half moan next to his ear and he rolls his hips into yours involuntarily, making you wrap your legs around his lower back to keep him where he is.

“‘M not goin’ anywhere, lovely.” He mumbles against your skin, rolling his hips again as you grind down to meet him.

He shifts his attention lower for a moment, marking up your chest a little before pulling away, sitting back on his heels to admire his work. Dragging his fingertips over the freshly made hickeys and down the valley of your breasts, he can feel your heart beating hard and fast against your ribs. A little lower and he splays his palm over the soft flesh of your stomach. He can feel your heart there, too. He lowers his head to mouth at your sternum, and the vibrations reverberate against his lips and tongue in a steady lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub.

He kisses and sucks a trail down your stomach, stopping a moment to nip at the swell of your abdomen before kissing at your skin apologetically when you gasp and tug on his hair. Hooking his fingers under your panties, he slips them off before biting at the meat of your inner thighs, soothing the area with his tongue before repeating the process a little further up.

“Spence,” You pant, and he hums, looking up at you from his place between your thighs, “Please.”

“Please what?” He asks cheekily, chuckling when you huff at him in frustration.

“Touch me.” You sigh, and he feels a little lightheaded, “Please.”

He dips his tongue into the well of slick at your entrance before dragging his tongue up to swirl around your clit. You choke on his name, arching your back and tugging on his hair. He lays there, eating at you like a man starved, sucking and rolling his tongue against you in a way that has you bucking your hips so much that he has to hook an arm around your thighs to hold them down. Slowly, he slips two fingers into you, earning a hissed, “Fuck” that has him rutting into the mattress. He curls his fingers and you use his hair as leverage to pull him closer.

His name sounds like music on your lips, lyrics strung together by breathy swears and blending into a chorus of moans. He finds when he flicks his tongue and curls his fingers a certain way, he can get you to whine all breathy and high pitched. He finds your body is his instrument. Your voice, his muse.

He feels you clench around his fingers, thighs trembling and breath speeding up as you get closer, and closer, before tipping over the edge with a loud, “Oh, shit!”

He lets go of your hips and slows his pace a little to let you use him to ride out your high, only stopping when you go lax beneath him and tug him away by his hair. He takes a moment to wipe his lips with the back of his hand before you pull him up your body to kiss him slow and sweet. Your hand travels to fiddle with the hem of his boxers, and he takes your wrist, looking at you rather seriously.

“Are you sure?” He asks, searching your eyes for any sort of hesitation and finding none.

You nod and peck his lips once before locking eyes with him, “Positive.”

“Okay.” He kisses you once more before sliding his boxers down his legs. As he gets them off his ankles and makes it back onto his knees, you lean over to your side table and quickly pull out a condom, opening it and passing it to him. He’s quick to roll it on before diving back into you, guiding you to lay back against your pillows. He kisses you once, twice, before dropping his forehead to your shoulder as he aligns himself with you. He pushes in slowly, bracing himself on his elbow and he lets out a wrecked moan next to your ear. When he bottoms out, he gives you a moment to adjust, waiting until you’re ready.

You roll your hips with a whiny little, “Spence.” and he sees stars. He goes slow, tries to be gentle, grinding his hips into yours and splitting you open slowly. His head is filled with the scent of you, the sound of you, the feel of you. When he said he wanted to drown in you, he meant it. He isn’t a religious man by any means, but if it meant worshipping at your feet and allowing him the privilege of being yours, he’d abandon his principles and repent in an instant.

“Harder.” You beg, and he bends to your will, setting a near back breaking pace.

He keeps the grinding motion, but the force at which his hips hit yours have you digging your nails into his back and throwing your head back. His mouth finds the side of your larynx, tongue laving over the area before he latches his lips to your skin and sucks another bruise into it.

The room is filled with your sinful noises, moans and the sound of skin on skin as his hips snap against yours so hard that he worries for a moment that you might bruise.

That thought is gone as quick as it comes when you moan out, “Fuck, just like that.”

That familiar coil winds up in his abdomen and warmth spreads from his thighs to his toes. You flutter around him, and he knows that you’re getting close too. His fingers find your clit, rubbing tight circles over the little bundle of nerves until your legs tremble and his name falls from your lips like a prayer, cunt spasming around him until he’s reaching his high too. He whimpers as he spills into the condom, body going rigid before he lets his upper body rest fully on you.

There’s a moment where he just sits there, sweaty torso flush with yours as he presses his ear against your chest to listen to your heart slow. You run your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp as you let him place a few sweet kisses to the curve of your breast.

“You wanna stay the night?” You ask softly and he nods.

He sits up to pull the condom off, tying it up and tossing it into the bin beside your bed before noticing the blissed out haze you’re in, “You want to have a shower?”

“Mm-mm.” You hum, holding your arms out to him.

“Okay.” He whispers as he flops onto the mattress beside you, pulling you into his chest and pressing his lips to your hairline. You sigh, nuzzling your nose against the divot where his collar bones meet. It isn’t long before your breaths even out and he isn’t far behind, the sound of your breathing coaxing him into a haze. The last thing he thinks about before he falls asleep is where he’s taking you on your next few dates.

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residenthughes · 1 year

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starting afresh

pairing: leon kennedy x gender neutral reader

word count: 1.3K

tags/warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, re4r leon with re2r haircut/hairstyle

summary: it's been six years since the raccoon city incident. some things change, and some things stay the same (where re4r leon cuts his hair as short as it was in re2r for the first time)

notes: whoever made the mod(s) for leon to have his re2r hairstyle in re4r, no words. just take my money. I'm begging. but if y'all have seen those screenshots/played with the mod yourself, you just know how good he looks with his hair short :((( makes me so soft! hehe

feel like i kind of stepped up my dialogue here, thanks to all the fics I've been reading as of lately 😈 couldn't be more thankful, haha! hope y'all enjoy this and please feel free to let me know your thoughts on this!

“What do you think?”

You’re at a loss for words. Jaw slack and eyes wide. You’re overreacting, you know you are but this quite literally came out of nowhere. It was an uneventful, slow Sunday. As per yours and Leon’s routine, the leisurely day was spent draped in a citrus scented duvet and immersing yourselves in cosy cuddles to recharge for the long week ahead. It was only when your lips ghosted over the rosewood marks of love peppered across the expanse of Leon’s clavicle, hands feverish and wandering that your actions ceased upon the growl of your stomach.

Leon can only laugh, kissing away the flush of your cheeks as he mumbles against your forehead. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s make some food.”

You pout, wanting to beg for five more minutes (like you hadn’t before), bones aching for the pamper the cloudlike bed provides, but Leon’s already leaving you, arms extending up to the ceiling as he stretches. The sliver of afternoon light peeking through the curtains basks his toned body in all kinds of flattering light, muscles expanding and contracting.

Leon turns to look at you, lips plump with love as the duvet drapes your body like some fine ballroom gown. He swears his heart beats out of his chest. There really is no one as beautiful as you.

“Race you to the kitchen?” A teasing eyebrow is raised and even though Leon sets himself in motion to sprint, you don’t budge. Not even an inch.

He deflates, eyes rolling as he pads over to your side of the bed.

“Don’t wanna,” you mumble as you attempt to bury yourself into the bed, cocooning yourself with the dark shadow grey duvet. “Too lazy.”

Leon sighs. “I’ll give you a piggyback ride?”

Your attention is grabbed. You remove the duvet from your face, sly smirk positioning itself amongst your features.

“I’m listening.”

You cupping behind your ear is what does it for Leon. Dramatic as always.

A huff of amusement sounds from him. Considering the extent as to which the man spoils you rotten, you should be babbling for him to recant his offer, carrying yourself to the kitchen before you two move in a synchronised dance practised all the years you’ve been together as you make food. But Leon’s already perched up on your side of the bed, back towards you with his hands behind him.

“Of course you are,” he beckons for you with the flutter of his fingers, an easy smile sent your way over his shoulder. “Now, hop on before your stomach eats itself.”

You follow his lead, as you always do. Hooking your legs around his waist and circling your arms loosely around his neck. You don’t forget to show your appreciation, peppering his nape with kisses that have laughter pouring out of Leon like honey. Once you’re in the kitchen of your shared apartment, Leon sets you down on the cold countertop with the squeeze of your thighs and opens the fridge.

“Shit,” you crane your neck to look into the fridge too. Much like your stomach, it’s pretty empty. “Need to head to the store if we want something edible for dinner.”

“Is there anything for now at least?” You really can’t be arsed to wait to go get some groceries, make a meal and then eat.

“Kind of, but we definitely need to go shopping after this.” Leon states as he brings out the remnants of the fridge. You go to grab the spices from the cabinet and the last of the eggs and stare at your ingredients.

“Let’s get this party started.”

You groan.

Leon can be so lame sometimes. Yet so lovable all the time.

Once the appetising brunch made with nothing but the utmost of love settles in your stomach, you reluctantly begin to egg yourself on to completing the rest of your weekend’s work and preparing for your Monday back at the office. Blue light glasses perched against the bridge of your nose, you gnaw at the end of your pencil, legs crossed in the way Leon always jokes in the shape of a pretzel. You’ve left quite a bit of work for yourself to complete tonight, so you don’t see yourself leaving your workspace anytime soon.

Leon understands, he always does. Kisses your forehead delicately and murmurs something about getting some stuff from the grocery store for dinner. He’s out the door before you can get a word in. You now understand why he left in such a hurry, understand why he took longer than usual.

Before you, your longtime partner, with long dirt blond locks that framed the angles of his cheekbones, sports a new hairstyle. Or should you say old. You haven’t seen him like this since you first started dating - bashful young adults about to embark on their journey into adulthood, sweaty palms linked and heart beats in sync. Ever since the ruinous events of Raccoon City, you noticed that with all the scars and burdens Leon carries with him that he never once looked the same. Face gaunt and eyes sunken in. It took a long while before life returned to his eyes. And though you were beyond ecstatic that Leon was seemingly getting better, you couldn’t help but take note of his hair. He never cut it like before. Never.

Opting for longer strands of his gorgeous hair, Leon always gave a chuckle and said, “thought you always wanted me to grow my hair out,” whenever you asked. It was sweet of him to do so, sweet of him to say, but you and him both knew that wasn’t entirely true. However, you never pried - that was not in your nature, and certainly not evident in all the years you’ve been with Leon. So, you didn’t ask again and when the time came that Leon’s huffs of annoyance filled your ears as he struggled with keeping the strands out of his face, he departed with a smile and cut a mere two inches off his almost shoulder length hair. It remained that way for the next six years.

Now, having grown into his rugged features, the short hair length from all those years ago conjures something else in you. It feels nostalgic but new - feels right and looks that way too. But more than anything, you feel proud. Proud of Leon and all that he is, all that he’s become despite everything.

“Barber went a bit crazy, didn’t he?”

Oh, bless him. He’s so awkward, so endearing it hurts. Pools of blue avert your gaze, the floor apparently more interesting, fingertip scratching the surface of his cheeks that burn with ruby red. This is a big moment for Leon, you think, but you know better than anyone that he doesn’t want it to be. Just wants your reassurance and all the calmness that comes with it.

Your hands against Leon’s cheeks shift his eyes to yours, getting an eyeful of the absolute fondness that swims in your eyes. He simply drowns in it - knows the glimmer in your eyes signifies the pride that swells in your chest, the tenderness of your touch loving and reassuring. He did well, has always done so well. Deserves his flowers and the whole damn garden.

“Maybe,” you giggle and your joy is contagious. Smiling with you, Leon feels you twiddle the strands of his hair between your fingers. Slow and gentle - like your love is. It’s so sweet. “But, I’m not mad at it. Not one bit.”

In all the time you’ve been with Leon, there hasn’t been any more than a handful of times you can recall where he willingly leaned on you for support. Not because you lacked the capacity to do so, but because the solitary nature and secrecy of his job kept him from doing so. Facing his nightmares as much as he could by himself, meeting his new nightmares on missions by himself - everything by himself. But in moments like these, where the significance of his trauma can be lost in translation, he surrenders himself to you. Altogether. Unabashed and brave. He couldn’t be more dashing than he is right now, all versions of himself served to you on a silver platter.

You fall in love all over again.

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accidentally walking into the room when liam is on a livestream and fans go crazy over you wear his sweatshirt

The house was colder than usual but yet not cold enough that would justify you turning on the heating or lighting the fireplace, you thought, going to the bedroom to find something cosy and warm to wear. Looking through your wardrobe, one of your boyfriend's black sweatshirts stood out to you, making you grab it and immediately put it on, enjoying the way his cologne wrapped around you and warmed you up. Moving to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea so you could go to the office and study, you couldn't help but wonder if Liam wanted one too.

You heard commotion in his game room when you went to get the sweater, so you got a second mug, figuring that in the unlikely event that he would turn the warm drink down, you'd just have two cups of tea yourself. The warm mug rested on your hands and you walked up to meet him, carefully opening the door so it wouldn't spill and seeing your boyfriend playing.

"Hey, love", he said, taking off his headset, "hey, I made you some tea. I just got home and felt chilly, so I made some", you stretched your arms, not noticing the camera was on and that he was streaming.

"Is this a good time to tell you that I'm on a stream?", he cringed as he saw your wide eyes, "hey! You should've told me from the beggining", you hissed, awkwardly waving to the camera as he sipped on the warm drink, "hey guys!".

The comments stated showing up, catching your attention as Liam pulled you to sit on his lap.

She's wearing his sweatshirt!

Hi Y/N! How are you?

I'm also tired af after uni but Y/N still looks flawless, teach me how you do it pls

I also wanted a tea but I'm home alone, sounds like I have to get it myself then

The way she just has his clothing on and still looks incredible, just look at them

It's the look of love

Lord, it's me again

"Sounds like they like having you here, too", Liam said, kissing your neck as you both looked that the screen, "yes, his sweatshirt smells nice, don't worry. I made sure it was one of the ones I washed on the weekend", you teased.

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

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the-fiction-witch · 5 months

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Tickle Fight!

Media The Maze Runner

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Adorable + Flirty AF

Requested Anonymous asked: Could you do an imagine where Newt and Y/n are having a tickle fight and then Y/n accidentally feels his hard-on, and then it’s all cute cause he gets rlly embarrassed?

I sat against the little log, my chicken skewer in hand, watching the shadows of the fire on the green glade grass and the tall grey walls of the maze, The boys parting away as they often did bonfire nights. Beside me sat Newt, in his usual hoodie with his jar of moonshine in his hands. Every so often he would bring his jar to his lips sipping the mysterious stuff.

"You're gross."

He jumped a little and glared at me, "I didn't even say anything."

"No, I don't know how you drink that stuff." I told him, "You even know what's in it?"

"I don't know, Gally's secret recipe" he smirked,

"Ehh I don't know how you drink it."

"Well when you've been here as long as I have, I'm sure you'll find your way to relax."

"I have my way to relax."

"Oh?"

"Umm, I have a nice hot shower, then to my room with some fresh yummy strawberries."

"That does sound nice." he nodded, "But you sure you don't want some?"

"I'm sure Newt." I nodded, leaning on his shoulder a little,

"Ohh, Hi love,"

"Hi." I smiled, "You have a cosy shoulder,"

"Oh, I do? good I'm happy you like my shoulder."

I smiled and laid my head on his shoulder for a good while before I hugged his arm,

"Awww," he smiled,

"tickle, tickle, tickle," I giggled playfully as I tickled up his inner arm,

"Ahhh! Noo-" He warned as he stopped my hand, "No tickling."

"Why?"

"Becuase I'm ticklish."

"Ohh are you Newtie," I smirked evilly,

"No. no. I know that look love, don't even think about it."

"Tickle Time!" I smiled as I jumped on him and began to tickle him,

"Noooo! Nooooo! Noooo!" He whined between his laughs as he tried desperately to remove my hands. "Noo! you stop or I'm gonna have to tickle you back."

"tickle, tickle, tickle," I giggled,

"Fine! I warned you." He smirked, as he threw me onto the grass and began to tickle me,

"ahhhh noooo newt!" I yelped,

So it became a fight the two of us scampered around the glade, whenever we reached one another our fight of tickles would continue, and I managed to get him pinned to the grass in the gardens with my knees on his thighs as I tickled him causing his endless laughed,

"nooo noooo! Nooo more tickles no more tickles I give in!" He whined, "You win! you win no more!"

"I win?"

"Yes you win!"

"good,"

"When I let you win you're meant to stop tickling me!"

"Nope! you must be punished for your crimes!"

"But I surrendered"

"I don't care."

"Noooo noooooo War crimes! war crimes! Geneva Convention!"

"No! no one can save you from my wrath!" I giggled tickling him even more going under his hoodie to ensure he had no escape,

"Noooooooo please!" He begged trying to squirm away,

But as I tickled him I felt something.

My face turned utterly red as my hand found something stiff and slightly throbbing through his brown tattered trousers, he noticed where my hand had ended up when he tried to squirm away. He turned even redder than me. We met eyes and there was for the first time in a good while, stillness and silence. I quickly moved my hand and he quickly pushed me off and pulled his knees to his chest.

"We gonna talk about what just happened?"

"No."

"Newt?"

"No."

"Did you-"

"Don't say anything love."

"Do you have-"

"Don't!" He warned,

"Newt?"

"... I uhhh i uhhhh I uhhh I'm really... sorry."

"For?"

"You know."

"I don't care."

"You don't?"

"No,"

"Uhhhhhh you uhhh you don't- Really?"

"I think it's cute,"

"Cute!"

"it's adorable to see you got so excited,"

"Ohhh uhhh well I uhhh yeah I uhhh I guess I did get a little excited."

"Ohh I felt it Newt you got very excited."

"I couldn't help it," he blushed, "Having you... running your hands all over me, and pinning me down, standing over me with your uhhh shirt so... uhhhh umm." He nodded,

"Dirty little boy."

"I didn't mean to! but you know... I've been here a long time love and you are our only girl... I - I can't help thinking like that sometimes."

"It's fine Newt I think it's adorable." I smiled kissing his cheek,

"You're really not mad at me?"

"No of course not,"

"Thank you, Love,"

"It's fine, Little newtie can't help but get excited."

"He can't, not with you around." He blushed, "Little newt can't help but get excited when the lovely girly is around."

"Very cute," I smiled kissing his cheek again, "but it's not saving you from tickles!" I smiled and jumped on him to tickle him again, tickling under his hoodie again,

"nooooooo!" he begged, "Noo please love!" He pleaded before he grabbed me and flipped us over so he was over me,

"Hi,"

"Hi Love,"

"you're going to torture me aren't you?" I asked sheepishly

"Maybe," he smiled but he leant down and kissed my lips with a sweet softness, he held my cheek gently, and stroked his thumb across my cheek, I kissed him back which only made him deepen our kiss till we each pulled away, "Whoa-"

"Ummm... maybe I should tickle you every day if that's how it ends."

"You don't have to tickle me to make me kiss you, love," he cooed closed the gap and kissed me again, I happily slid my hands up under his hoodie to stroke his chest as we kissed, his body began to slightly squirm on top of me as he pushed himself against me, he even moaned slightly into our kiss till I pulled back,

"I think little newtie is a little over-excited."

"I think so too." he gasped before he took my wrists in his hands, "If you're gonna have your hands on me, love, maybe move then... the other way?" he suggested as he gently guided my hands down,

"You'd like that?" I asked as I wrapped my legs around his waist,

"mhm," He gulped as he nodded quickly and excitedly,

"Well, how about we go back to my room?"

"Absolutely!" He yelped excitedly as he picked me up in his arms to all but carry me to my room with him.

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