#we love a pda couple

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

okay wait laughingstock concept Incoming: so im imagining some of the neighbors (maybe Julie & Frank) noticing that Barnaby & Howdy are a lil fruity, yk yk. and Julie's like damn, i guess we have to play matchmaker here.

so naturally they wind up getting the whole neighborhood involved. everybody's a wingman here. Poppy's dropping hints when Howdy drops off groceries, Wally is constantly asking Barnaby to go get him things from the bodega, etc etc. Howdy and Barnaby are facing this sudden change in town-wide behavior with slight concern and bemusement

eventually - lets say Julie, Sally, and Wally - get Barnaby into the bodega and then abruptly leave like "don't have too much fun without us you two *wink wink nudge nudge*". once they're gone (read: very obviously hiding outside & watching through the window) Barnaby & Howdy turn to each other like:

Barnaby: you think we should tell them we're already married?

Howdy: let them have their fun - they'll figure it out eventually

#dont have the mental fortitude to Draw This but i still wanted to share the thought #'but how would no one notice that theyre literally married' #easy: theyre very relaxed and secure in their relationship. also howdy has a strict 'no pda at work' rule #also because its funny. we can stretch rationality for the Bit cmon now #through the power of the bit Anything is possible #and we all know the neighbors are Peak Sillies so. yk #it strikes me that once they get Bored of the constant 'matchmaking' #barnaby and howdy stage this whole thing where they 'confess' to each other So dramatically and So publicly #they make it an Event #sally is swooning from the drama and spectacle of it all. wally is trying to paint the moment as fast as possible #julie is so excited she's close to passing out. eddie is crying. so is poppy. frank is taking the credit. home is just happy to be there #as soon as barnaby and howdy retreat out of sight they burst out laughing for a solid ten minutes #GAH THE BRAINROT THE BRAINROT #laughingstock #wailing and sobbing they are so so good together and FOR WHAT FUCKING REASON #i cant even put it into words they just Fit! like puzzle pieces! #theres something so natural about em. i look at them and its like. they Would be perfect for each other huh #i already know theyd have such a healthy wholesome relationship They Just Work. Theyre The Dream Couple #howdy says the most confusing sentence ever said. barnaby nods along with genuine love in his eyes. etc. you get it #now watch! canon is gonna absolutely set this on fire! #which would be Fun. painful. but Fun. seriously tho im curious as to how/if barnaby and howdy will interact/develop.... #i mean personally i love it when shit gets messy so i hope it Hurts So Bad or at least Goes Downhill #i hope its a rollercoaster on all accounts

[sylvia-forest]

[CN] Shaw's Field Date (Part 2)

⚡Warning: This post contains detailed spoiler's for a Date which hasn't released in EN yet!⚡

✧[Section 3]✧

Or maybe he just fooled me again.

This guy Shaw not only refuses to admit that he is jealous, but also tries to block my mouth with delicious food and "beauty"...

The next day, he was busy until midnight with the archaeology team, so I didn't have a chance to continue to observe him…

MC: - So, what has he been struggling with these past two days?!

Early this morning, Shaw disappeared again, and I had no choice but to sit up in bed. Annoyed, I picked up a pillow and "hit" the empty space next to me.

Shaw: Why are you hitting the bed frame? Did I do something to annoy you? MC: ……!

I was startled and turned my head, only to find Shaw standing at the door, looking at me with a curious expression on his face.

MC: You you you... why are you dressed like this?!

Shaw had changed out of his work overall today and was now wearing a brand new Miao ethnic costume.

The shiny silver accessories were adhered to his open neckline, and the intricate embroidery depicted smooth muscle lines.

Not only did he tie the iconic Miao headscarf on his head, but he also had a shiny silver Miao knife strapped to his back.

Shaw: Isn't this to celebrate Qixi with you? Like you said, in Miao territory, it's only natural to go with an ethnic touch.

He raised an eyebrow without confirming or denying, then tossed a cloth bundle he had in his hand to me.

Shaw: I got a set for you too, try it. MC: We...are going to go to the set dressed like this? Shaw: Can't we? MC: ... It's not impossible.

Looking at his expression in this moment, I seemed to have caught a glimpse of the source of his displeasure these past two days.

Just like a little panda that had rolled around in the mud but then cleaned up its fur, ready to fight again with a satisfied look.

Amusement bubbled up from my heart and spread across my face as I opened the package and deliberately elongated my tone.

MC [playfully]: Mmm~ you're right. After filming for several days, I haven't even worn Miao ethnic clothing myself. I heard that the jewelry is quite troublesome to put on…

I hold the silver necklace in front of me and wink at him.

MC [playfully]: Shaw, can you help me?

Shaw tugged at the corner of his mouth, not revealing my little trick.

He leaned down and took the necklace from my hand.

Shaw [plays along with her]: It's indeed quite troublesome. I suggest you send a message to your colleagues, letting them know you'll be an hour late.

—

Luckily, by the time we finish fumbling with everything and arrive on set, the Qixi Festival shoot has just begun.

I shyly greeted the director and the crew before coming to the monitor with Shaw.

In the frame, men and women were dancing gracefully amidst fluttering petals, and the brilliant colors were almost blinding to the eyes.

The bright silver ornaments shimmer in the sun, and every time they dance, they will make a sweet sound.

I lightly bumped Shaw's shoulder.

MC: Care to give a comment? Shaw: I don't know how to dance, so I don't have anything to comment on, but… MC: But what?

Shaw: It seems like the costumes of two models are worn incorrectly. In Miao ethnic attire, the left lapel should be buttoned over the right. Shaw: And also, that couple in the corner, why is one wearing the style of Nan Dan while the other is in Hai Nan attire? Even though they're both Miao, their costumes don't match, do they?

[T/N]: Miao is an ethnic minority within China, they have many subgroups within the tribe itself, so their clothing style differs from place to place. The pair in the scenario, though they both belong to Miao tribe, one of them is wearing clothing style from the Nandan area of Guangxi, while the other is wearing Hainan (island) clothing style.

With Shaw's reminder, I finally noticed that the costumes of several models at the edge were indeed incorrect. I quickly pressed the intercom and called for a pause.

MC: It's a good thing we have you as a folklore expert. Otherwise, if someone notices the issues after broadcasting, our show would lose face. Shaw: Don't exaggerate my role. I just happened to grasp at straws on this archaeological dig. Shaw: We're also indebted to the old man being a key teacher in the Folklore Association. Otherwise, it would have been difficult for me to organize the preliminary information.

His tone was casual, but I knew that if he really wanted to delve into it, he wouldn't just lightly touch the surface.

With gratitude in my heart, I blurted out.

MC: It's been a hard time, right?

Shaw: Not bad, but digging soil is tiring every time. Shaw: Especially this time, we found the official seal of the Provincial Government Office and records of communication with the Miao King inside the main coffin. It successfully bridged the historical gap. Shaw: So it's worth the effort.

He spoke calmly, his eyes and brows lifted, as if whatever he put into something he enjoyed was willingly given.

We just watched the video on the monitor and chatted casually about what he found during the excavation.

Under his guidance, the original concept of the show suddenly gained a historical framework. I then adorned it with a more splendid modern perspective.

The scenes in the frame also became more profound and enchanting, radiating the colors of the ethnic culture.

The recording of the program was coming to an end, and I stretched out in a relaxed way.

MC: Phew~ you've been a big help this time. I feel that after the broadcast, everyone will surely fall in love with Miao ethnic culture! Shaw: I helped you modify so many program details, and you only give me verbal praise? MC: Then what do you want in return, just say it. Shaw: Of course, I want…

Before Shaw finished speaking, suddenly a staff member came to him in a hurry and patted him on the shoulder.

Staff member: Hello why are you still sitting here? Staff member: Stop interfering with the producer's work. Come with me. We're about to shoot the final cast shot. Shaw: ? ? ?

Shaw was confused by this overwhelming order, he took a look at his clothes, and then suddenly realized.

In an instant, his face went from red to green and then turned black, completing a full cycle. Then, he opened his mouth with a forced smile.

Shaw: I'm sorry, my friend. Shaw: I'm not a male model, I'm your producer's boyfriend. MC: HAHAHAHA!!

Amidst my uproarious laughter, the staff awkwardly left. Shaw ground his teeth, turned his head, and then launched an attack on me.

Shaw: How dare you smile so happily? MC: I-I'm sorry, I was trying to help you break the tension, but the male model is just hahaha … uh oh!

He grabbed my cheek, his half-squinted eyes suddenly coming close.

Shaw: Originally, I just wanted you to treat me to a meal, but now I don't want to let you go so easily. Shaw: Don't go to your class, from now on, you're kidnapped by me.

Without any further explanation, he pulled me and ran towards the set.

MC: ….!Where are you taking me??

Shaw: Just come with me, no nonsense.

Through the steel frames and dark arms, through the artificially scattered flowers, we headed towards the distant shade of green bamboo.

We did not choose the main road where pedestrians and vehicles line up, but walked towards the deserted path where no human habitation can be seen.

The rustling bamboo leaves brushed against our hair, and the clear sound of silver bells echoed in response.

Behind us, the sound system at the set played love songs softly, drifting through the clear sky.

"-Speaking of love leads to longing, speaking of intention leads to connection; When you gain the consent of your beloved, you won't think of change; When you receive the holy water, you won't let it go…"

"We are like a couple from the modern world who have crossed back to ancient Miao territory, doing the same things as countless couples of this land have done for thousands of years."

The dense vegetation and steep slope blocked our way, and Shaw drew his Miao knife, splitting through the tangled branches and leaping down first.

He sheathed the knife on his back, used his body to press down the obstructing slanting bamboo, and turned his head to look at me.

Shards of gold and bright silver shimmered, a sidelong glance carrying a smile full of meaning.

Shaw: Do you need my help? MC: Humph, I can jump by myself!

I pushed aside the low bushes and leaped down, while at the same time, Shaw extended his arms, allowing me to land perfectly in his embrace.

The scent of mint and bamboo leaves wafted in the sunlight, mingling with each other's breath.

I wrapped my arms around Shaw's waist and lightly tapped the tip of his nose

MC: This was you taking the initiative to embrace, not me, you know. Shaw: Mmm, yeah, you're right. After all, if I'm going to abduct someone, I might as well get the whole package.

✧[Section 4]✧

After leaving the bamboo grove and walking to the end of the hill, a medium-sized Miao tribe appeared before us.

Layers of exquisite bamboo houses were adorned with bright red lanterns, celebrating the festival. The scent of cooking wafted through the buildings, creating a lively atmosphere.

MC: Wow! Isn't this Tongxin Village? We actually managed to make it here!

Shaw: You have been here before?

Shaw looked at me with some surprise, and I nodded.

MC: Right, because this Miao tribe is well-preserved and not visited by many tourists, so our initial filming location was here. MC: We interviewed the elderly people here in the first episode, visited the ancestral hall, and even went to their dyeing workshop… MC: What about you, were you also here to collect folklore materials? Shaw: …I'm not that dedicated, but I found this place when I was wandering around because the lunch box of the archaeological team was really awful.

When Shaw spoke, he wrinkled his nose slightly unnaturally, and there was a hint of melancholy in his tone. I couldn't help but blink my eyes.

— Maybe he was planning to surprise me, so he brought me here, right?

But I've already been here, so I wasn't happy about it now?

MC: Pff…

Shaw: Why are you suddenly laughing foolishly again? MC: It's nothing... I just suddenly felt that classmate Shaw actually has such a cute side! Shaw: ? !

Hearing what I said, Shaw instantly had a ghostly expression on his face, and took a sharp breath.

Shaw [blushes]: I don't know what kind of medicine you took today, but this kind of teasing doesn't work on me, so I suggest you avoid using it in the future. MC: No problem, then I won't compliment you as cute in the future~ Shaw: ……

Seeing the expression on Shaw's face, if I continued teasing him, I might be subjected to his "poisonous hands," so I quickly changed the topic.

MC: Cough cough, so are we still going to Tongxin Village? Shaw: Why not? Shaw: Maybe there are things in the village that you haven't noticed before. MC: Is that so? Last time I wandered around the whole village, you know?

Shaw raised the corners of his lips after hearing my provocation, and pulled my hand straight away.

Shaw: Sure, why not? Since we've both been here before, let's see who can find more interesting things.

Walking into the village, both of us started showing off our findings to each other, as if presenting treasures.

The snacks here are delicious, the garden here is beautiful, the lazy cat with mandarin duck eyes sleeping on the street corner, the big buffalo with strange patterns on its buttocks…

Darn it, I wonder how exactly Shaw wandered around before. He managed to find so many things that the camera crew missed capturing!

Seeing that I was about to lose, I suddenly remembered a family I interviewed before.

Aunt: Oh, Little MC, why did you come over? MC: Hello, Auntie. My boyfriend is visiting me these days, and I thought of bringing him here to taste your homemade millet wine. Is that okay?

Their wine wasn't sold outside, and no tourists know about it, but it is famous in the nearby villages and towns for its good wine—— Now I can definitely turn the tide!

Auntie handed a full cup of millet wine in front of Shaw. Instead of using his hands to take it, he just drank it all in one go while holding the cup with his mouth.

Aunt: Yo, the young man is bold!

Shaw: I know the etiquette of toasting with guests.

After drinking the guest-welcoming liquor from the ox horn, I entered the house and together with Shaw, I tried glutinous rice wine, buckwheat wine, and more.

In the end, amidst Aunt's toast song, we also experienced a moment of the Miao ethnic group's "Lovers' Toast".

When we left Aunt's house, I had a triumphant smile on my face, raising my chin confidently.

MC: How about it, isn't my discovery quite significant? MC: Now it's your turn, huh? Don't tell me you're already out of ideas?

Shaw: How is it possible, there is a beautiful swing at the end of this road, you'll probably like it. MC: Swing? MC: No way. There's a swing in the village, our production team couldn't have missed that, right?

Seeing my doubt, Shaw slyly raised his eyebrows.

Shaw: Who knows, I found it anyway.

As Shaw said, we walked along the road until we reached the edge of the Miao village. Sure enough, beside a small stream, we saw a swing with intertwined flowers and branches quietly hanging on an old tree.

MC: It's so bright.....

Under the influence of intoxication, everything before my eyes seemed to be veiled with a soft, hazy filter.

The fresh flowers are intertwined on the rope, as if they have just been picked, and there are still a few fresh dewdrops on the petals, shining in the sun.

Eagerly, I sat on the swing and patted the space next to me, gesturing to invite Shaw.

MC: —Want to play together?

Shaw: MC, are you sure? If I sit on it, it will not be a romantic swing, but an exciting swing. MC: I'm going for an exciting swing!

I answered without hesitation, even puffing out my chest.

Shaw laughed, turned around, and sat down, he stretched out his palm and firmly covered the back of my hand.

Shaw: Let me help you hold on tight.

In the next second, I was lifted into the air by the swing.

MC: Ah—

The sudden weightlessness made me scream out loud, and then I pressed my lips together in dissatisfaction, making Shaw laugh.

I only dared to tug on the hem of his clothes to protest, but my breathing became tighter and tighter.

The swing is different from the ones I've sat on in the city before. The long ropes allow the swing to sway at a higher angle.

Together, down, up, down…

I closed my eyes tightly, without any protection around my body, the only thing I could rely on was his tightly clenched palm.

In the darkness, the clear sound of the silver jewelry swinging became more distinct.

And what is clearer is Shaw's breathing that is close at hand.

Shaw: Hey, why don't you open your eyes and take a look? The view is amazing. MC: No, no, no! Shaw: ...Coward, wasting my heartfelt efforts.

Shaw said these words quickly and softly, I didn't hear clearly, so I had to tug at the corner of his clothes again.

MC: What are you saying? Speak louder! Shaw: I said….

His breath drew closer, like raindrops, the scent of alcohol, and a kiss, all landing on the edge of my ear.

Shaw [lightly whispers]: Suddenly, I feel that you are also very cute. MC: ……!

The unexpected words made me subconsciously open my eyes, and the swing happened to be at the highest point at the moment—

Fine rain quietly falls, someone in the Miao village starts playing the lusheng, birds in formation fly across the distant green mountains, passing over the hillside where we came from, the bamboo forest…

Everything is captured by the eyes, the heart swells uncontrollably in that moment.

I looked at Shaw in a daze, and he grinned proudly.

Shaw: Wasn't my discovery the most interesting? I won.

_

MC: Uh, I asked you why you found me particularly cute at that time? I really care about it, could you explain it to me again?

Shaw: …… Shaw: Miss MC, you've asked three times already, and I've answered three times as well. The statement about you being cute was just a playful way to get you to open your eyes, to tease you.

On the way back to the Miao Village, I was still reminiscing about Shaw's words, and couldn't help but confirm to him over and over again.

And this guy was so inconsistent, the first time he answered that I was stupid and cute, and the second time he said it was to get back at me for calling him cute…

Hmph, I don't you believe you.

Walking with a light and cheerful step, we turned a corner and happened to encounter the winemaking old lady and her son.

Aunt: MC, are you also going to the bonfire party? MC: That's right. At the evening party, I was planning to enjoy your wine!

While I was chatting with the aunt, her son also came to Shaw.

Youth: Boss Shaw, are you satisfied with that swing? MC: ……? Youth: Your order was quite urgent, you said you wanted it sturdy and beautiful, so we rushed to buy a lot of flowers to wrap around it yesterday!

Shaw coughed in embarrassment and waved his hands again and again.

Shaw: Well, I'm very satisfied... You've worked hard. Youth: Haha it’s not hard, you know your girlfriend is my mother’s friend, we should make the swing more luxurious!

When aunt and the young man left with smiles, I poked fiercely at Shaw's chest in annoyance.

MC: Shaw! You cheated! MC: No wonder I was wondering why there wasn't a swing here before, and suddenly one popped up. So, it was you who hurriedly came here to set it up yesterday! You, ugh…!

All my backlash was blocked by a kiss from him.

What kind of a man is he who cheats and gags when he has a guilty conscience!

I had originally intended to silently criticize like this, but the afterglow of the setting sun fell upon the vibrant lanterns and his bright eyes, creating such a splendid sight that I lost my determination and only wanted to indulge further.

Shaw pressed against the tip of my nose, his smile was full of evil intentions.

Shaw: That counts as a tie for today. If you want to compete in something else, I have plenty of time in the evening.

—

⚡ Call 1

⚡ Call 2

#ok so people who are single shouldn't read this date- #cuz there's a huge amount of PDA in this date 😆 #I really love the development as how they're now open about their relationship and can tell they're couples! #this whole date was written so beautifully #and we also got to see jealous shaw 🤭 #mlqc spoilers #mlqc cn #mlqc shaw #mlqc ling xiao #mlqc translations #mr love queen's choice #mlqc #love and producer

[sinofwriting]

would you do a part 2 to PDA with logan? i adore it !!

Your wish has been granted!

Read PDA (smau edition) here

#i'm in love with the pda logan and reader #just a rich/classy couple living their life #we (i) love to see it #sin answers

[theloveinc]

Idk if this has been talked abt in here before but.. what kind of wedding would you think bakugou would like to have🤔? A lavish one? Or simple and sweet ceremony? Or somewhere in between....or something else entirely.? I think he wouldn't want a very grand wedding but if his s/o insisted then maybe.. but what do you think? (you don't have to agree with me you can completely disagree if you want)..And also, what kind of wedding would you like to have with bakugou💕😍 or maybe any of yr favs??

Hm, good question and thank you sm for asking me!!!🙏🏻❤️

I think... Bakugo would be some sort of combination of all of the above. I definitely see him as having a few ideas of his own about what he wants in a wedding, but it's all majorly swayed by your own thoughts/plans, and how involved you actually want to be in the whole thing.

If you want full control of things... he's probably putting in a little bit of input here and there, but if you just want to spout off ideas, he's fine making the arrangements, too. That sounds a little... wishy-washy, I'm sure, but given you talk about it a lot wayyy beforehand, he ends up pretty prepared for either thing, either way (plus his mom would definitely want to help, so it wouldn't all be on him).

Personally, I believe he'd want extravagant, but wouldn't care for that many guests. Expensive, but low-key and classy. And probably would aim for something a little more modern if you were comparing to someone like... Todoroki, for example (in style, decor, ceremony, the works).

I also think... LOL I actually think a wedding out in nature would really be in his wheelhouse, too. Maybe not if you wanted guests (cuz he wouldn't want to deal with his mom complaining about dirty outfits and/or Denki about the walk to the location), but a vow exchange/ceremony/pictures of only you two up in the mountains? Yeah, absolutely him. Then, if you wanted, some sort of celebration with your friends and family afterwards.

That's probably what I'd go with. Maybe not... anywhere outdoors where I could get ticks (I'm scared of ticks and would def look nervous in all the pictures LMAO)... but doing vows alone and then having a big reception w/ everyone later honestly sounds perfect. That way there'd be intimacy but all the fun of a party, too🥰

I loved this question so much though hehehe, what would you go with, if something different than your descriptions? Mwah!

#bakugo #deku definitely cares about the ceremony more than the party #like you drive away from the wedding together w/ the cans on your car... and then a week later you him and your friends #all celebrate really quietly #like a family party you know? #i also said this on ihb once but todoroki has two weddings... one traditional for his dad and one where you can do whatever #which is probs more party focused... and really fun #honestly im fine with all of this tho #im not picky #but its funny bc im definitely shy about vows too so i probs would like to do those privately... or the whole ceremony #ppl always talk about bakugo and pda and i do think he'd be fine with it in small doses after a while #but i always think of bakugo and i as like. a stealth couple LOL #like in public we never mention our relationship ever adskjfadjk and you'd only know by the way we talk to each other #or when u see us alone #tho i admit i do like the idea of like casual touches a lot #but vows? SECRET!!!!!!! #anywayyyyyy #hehehe this was so swaggy awesome fun #i love u anon <33 #anon #caitie things #caitie answers #fave #queue

[be-a-cute-scientist]

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#had a lovely day hanging out with the couple i have a crush on #tragically nothing happened between us but I think there was flirting between all of us #many board games were played #and we went into the ripped bodice and talked about sexy books it was funny #and then he drove me to a grocery store and then home #and like i really wish i'd flirted more or been more blatant #but i'll hang out with them more again #ugh i just feel so dangerously fond of the two of them #and they talk about me when i'm not there! #and there was brushing of hands together while playing card games with both of them #and we shared a pastry #and i might have made them think that i wanted to leave but i thought they were hinting and just ugh i want to sit on their couch with them #oh and they're getting much more PDA-y around me than other people and i DONT KNOW what that means #and i just want to hug both of them and cook them food and make them tea and have hot chocolate with them #ugh this is the worst how do people do this #also i'm leaving in 4 and a half months so there's that #whyyyyyyyyy is life complicated #i finally met someone i would actually move for and it's complicated #and i daren't want this too much because i never get what i want #ugh i just gotta flirt more with her when i can #i work with him so it's easier to flirt

[sexlapis]

so how about toji and y/n go to a game together and end up on kiss cam oooooo 🎀🎀🎀

꩜ cw : short fic, fluff, kisses, basically a relationship announcement to the whole world

toji has once again dragged you out to one of these basketball games he loves so much. you for one, do not care about basketball one bit, you think it’s boring and find yourself trying not to fall asleep when toji watches it on television.

so there you are, sitting in the crowd next toji, looking at your nails while toji drinks a cup of beer in typical sport fan fashion. it was halftime, so the crowd’s cheers and volume had died down a bit. until now.

you hear cheering and you look up, mildly uninterested but still curious as to what’s happening. you look around. and then you look at the big plasma screen.

on display is you and toji, in two love hearts, with the title “KISSCAM”.

your eyes widen. how did they even know you’d both be here? you tried so hard to keep a low profile.

when the audience seems to recognise who you both are, the screams and shouts only grew louder, pressuring you both to kiss.

you sigh and turn to toji, who’s already looking at you. he tilts his head. you looked so nervous despite being a famous actress and you clearly don’t want to do any major PDA right now, so he just leans down and pecks your cheek. you bite your lip, looking down shyly at your hands.

the crows woos a little, disappointed in the lack of making out but they move on.

you sit back, relieved that the attention is no longer on you both.

you celebrated too soon.

five minutes later, the kisscam is back on the two of you, urging you both to kiss with your lips.

“oh brother..” toji huffs, scratching the back of his head and turns to you. “y’know we can always leave.”

“nah, it’s fine.” clearing your throat, patience wearing thin. “it’s just a little kiss. not a big deal.”

you sit up and kiss his cheek and toji looks a little shocked, but tries to shrug it off by smugly nodding and smirking. you roll your eyes and smack his shoulder. the crowd cheers and the camera goes onto another couples to terrorise, but everyone still wants you both to kiss.

then, near the end of the half time, the kisscam is on you and toji again. but now your patience is all dried up, these people are annoying you, the crowd is too loud and this game is boring.

toji starts shaking his head at the camera. “yeah, i don’t think-”

“c’mere.” you demand firmly, grabbing toji by the back of his head and pressing you lips onto his. toji almost jolts but then just accepts your unexpected advance.

the crowd screaming and cheering louder this time, finally satisfied with the blatant display of affection.

you pull away, out of breath and annoyed.

“you happy now?!” you ask, shouting to the camera. “gosh.”

toji sits with beer in hand, flabbergasted, face pink and hair askew. he smiles, nodding happily and looking around raising his eyebrows, making sure everybody saw what just transpired and sits back in his seat, waiting for the game to start again.

a/n: 🥸

#actor!toji #actress!reader #toji x reader #toji x you #toji x y/n #toji x self insert #toji fluff #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x y/n #toji fushiguro fluff #toji zenin x reader #toji zenin x you #🌕.toji drabble

[reidmotif]

Behind Closed Doors

Summary: Reader and Spencer are known to be a "tame" couple at work. They get fed up and decide to change how people see them.

Request: Reader and Spencer (in an established public relationship) where they don't do any PDA and you can hardly tell they're a couple. Reader and Spencer get offended, and decide to fool around to get caught.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: Reader POV, established relationship, semi-rough sex, dirty talk, heavy making-out, unprotected sex, semi-public sex

Word Count: 4.8k

Dating Spencer Reid, in a word, could honestly be described as a dream. 

When I’d started a career at the BAU, the last thing on my mind was dating, let alone dating my coworker, but Spencer Reid had subtly woven himself into the corners of my heart with his idiosyncrasies and musings, all without my awareness- and when he'd asked me out? Saying ‘yes’ was the easiest thing I’d ever done my entire life. 

He was ridiculously old-fashioned, and I loved it. He insisted on dinner dates and opening doors for me at any possible opportunity, and I was happy to let it happen. He was a gentleman at every turn, and made me feel special in ways no one had before. If I wasn’t already hopelessly infatuated with the man prior to our relationship, I certainly was now.

A year of dating, a year of loving Spencer Reid, and I honestly couldn’t see my life without him. We’d grown our lives around each other in little ways at first, and it resulted in us being tangled up in the sweetest way imaginable. 

And while my memory isn’t as capable as my boyfriend’s, I can recall in perfect clarity about how fucking good he is in bed. It shouldn’t have surprised me like it had the first time we had sex, but when he had me pinned down to his mattress, pounding into me unlike anyone before him, touching me whilst whispering dirty nothings in my ear, I knew I was a goner. It was simply another facet of Spencer Reid that further cemented my enduring captivation to the man. 

Of course, there were rules when it came to our relationship, considering that even for a blissfully happy couple, we still worked together. Spencer loved having his hands on me, whether it was innocent or not, but when it came to the BAU and public displays of affection, there was a mutual understanding between the two of us that some things were simply kept private. 

Which is why as we stood in the bullpen, side-by-side, we exchanged horrified looks when the surprise seminar that morning was about “inappropriate workplace relationships”. To our knowledge, we’d always kept the romance to a minimum in the office, stealing a kiss here and there when no one was around, or a squeeze of the hand, but nothing beyond that. However, as the moderator for the training began, we both sighed a breath of collective relief as she brought up some suspiciously specific scenarios, realizing today’s seminar was not in fact about us, but rather our coworkers, known for their raunchy telephone escapades, two of our coworkers who were most definitely not in a relationship. 

As we trickled out of the room, exchanging giggles about the very awkward display we were made to watch just now, a very mortified Penelope Garcia approached us.

“Who blabbed?” She asked, adorably frantic as Spencer and I simply smiled and shrugged. 

“Wasn’t us.” Spencer said, a bit and gesturing to me and him. He put his hand on my shoulder and I instantly felt relaxed with the comforting weight of him on me. I gave my own chuckle, naturally bringing my hand up to touch Spencer’s as I responded to Penelope. 

“I mean, you and Derek aren’t exactly quiet about what you do over the phone.” I said, a little mischievously. “I mean remember when Strauss picked up and-”  I started, only to be met with Penelope placing a distressed finger over my lips, hurrying to silence me before I finished my sentence. 

“Shh! I thought we promised to never speak of that godforsaken incident ever again!” Penelope whisper-shrieked, only to be met with my grin. 

“My bad.” I say, while trying to soothe Penelope. I then got a little serious, moving from Spencer’s subtle touch to get closer to her.  “It’s not that bad, Pen. I’m sure everyone will forget in due time.” I said, in my most assuring tone. Unfortunately, Penelope didn’t seem very swayed. 

Derek walked to where we were standing and chatting,  coming to protectively wrap his arm around a very miserable looking Penelope. 

“Did I just hear you say ‘it isn’t that bad’?” Derek said, using air quotes for his imitation of me, laughing as he pulled Penelope closer to him. He continued, “Because from where I was, you and boy genius looked pretty worried for a second.” 

Spencer answered a little defensively, “I mean, obviously.” He replied. “We’re the only ones in the BAU in a public relationship and it’s a surprise seminar on inappropriate relationships, why wouldn’t we think it’s about us?” He explained, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head a little. 

“Because you two don’t even look like a couple!” Penelope said, still sorrowful from her unexpected callout. “Of course it’d never be about you two!” 

“What?” I say, now matching Spencer’s defensive tone from before. “It totally could be about us! And we do look like a couple.” I say, crossing my arms and standing beside him now. 

“Sorry pretty girl.” Derek speaks up, “But Penelope is right. I don’t even think I’ve seen the two of you hold hands or kiss around any of us.” 

Spencer sputtered a little at that, “Obviously! We’re at the workplace!” He says, in a higher pitched tone, fortifying his stance against Derek’s allegations. "It's common to not show PDA in professional settings."

“True love waits for nothing, Einstein.” Derek teases, and then he laughs again. “Pipe down, Reid. I’m only joking.” Spencer seemed  to retract his opposing stance reluctantly, but then Derek added, “You and (Y/N) shouldn’t worry about being appropriate in the workplace, you know? You’re both more than proper when you're in or out of here.” He said, winking, speaking with a knowing tone. 

Spencer groaned at that, but before he could retort and deny Derek’s assessment of our relationship, Derek whisked Penelope away, presumably to console her further over today’s events, leaving me and Spencer just standing there. He looked a little on edge, and I placed a hand over his shoulder, squeezing it softly. I could instantly sense the words, on some level, had gotten to him, and wanted to nip his self-doubt and nervous spiral in the bud before it could even begin. 

“You know he was just joking, right?” I say, speaking gently. 

“I know.” Spencer responded, a little bitterly. “I just.” He stopped, taking a breath before continuing. “I just hate that’s how they see us, you know?” He says, frowning. 

“Well, trust me, Spence.” I say, in an attempt to cheer him up. “This relationship has been anything but proper from the moment we’ve been together.” I say this with a small smirk, hoping he’d catch onto the scandalous undertones of my words, which he did. 

He smiled a little, before murmuring, “Thanks.” I smiled back, and let my hand drop from his shoulder again. 

“C’mon, we got a case.” I say, and he dutifully followed me into the round-table room, the previous interaction with Derek seemingly wiped away from his mind for the rest of the day. 

It wasn’t until a few days later, in the comfort of Spencer’s apartment, (which was honestly ours, at this point) where he spoke up about the incident again. He was lazily playing with my hair as I was sprawled on his couch, my eyes closed with my head in his lap, a documentary of Spencer’s choosing playing in the background. Truthfully, I was more focused on his fingers lightly trailing over my scalp, the sensation lulling me into a state of deep relaxation and serenity, rather than the droning voice of the narrator, until his voice broke my thoughts. 

“I just don’t know why Derek would say that.” He remarked, out of nowhere. 

“Say what, baby?” I say, opening my eyes slightly. I tried to remember if we’d mentioned Derek at all tonight, and when my memory came up short, I squinted, trying to think, “What are we talking about, again?” I attempted to actually look at him from my lower angle, reading his expression for any clues. 

“You know.” He says, continuing to play with the silky strands of my loose hair, “The thing about us being a boring couple.” 

Memories of the interaction came to mind, and I nodded and let out a noise of realization. “Ah, yeah. From the sexual harassment seminar.” I closed my eyes again, and laid back in his lap. “What about it, love?” 

“It didn’t bother you?” Spencer commented, and I opened my eyes yet again, to see the face of a man who clearly hadn’t brushed off the comment like I thought he had, days ago. 

“I mean, not really, baby.” I say, carefully, trying to not offend him. “But it’s okay if you felt bothered- but I really do think Derek didn’t mean anything by it.” I say, moving out of his lap so I could better see his face. 

“Yeah, I guess.” He says, quirking his mouth to the side.  “I just hate that they think we’re boring or-” 

“Even though we both know we definitely aren’t?” I say, laughing a bit. 

“Exactly.” He responds, with a little bit of a smile. “I just wish we could somehow, I don’t know. Stick it to them? Does that sound petty?” He says, chuckling now, and rubbing the back of his neck in slight embarrassment. 

“Not at all.” I say, quickly. “But it’s not like we can just, you know, start sucking face in the bullpen.” I joke, with a giggle. 

“That we cannot.” He replies, his mood seemingly a little more uplifted from when we began our conversation. “Still.” He says, pursing his lips. 

An idea came to my mind, and I grinned a little at the thought of it. I wanted to make my boyfriend feel better, to let him know at the very least nothing about him bored me in the slightest. 

“Spence.. what if we did anyway?” I say, coming closer to him with an excited lilt in my words. 

“Make out in front of all of our colleagues?” Spencer replies, with a chuckle. “(Y/N), I love you, but no way.”  He says, immediately shutting me down, but I shook my head. 

“No, like more than that.” I respond, quickly, as the gears in my head begin to turn. “What if we like.. pretend to have sex in a closet, let them think they know what’s going on in there, and walk out, totally unscathed.” I continue, a playful glint in my eyes.

It sounded absolutely crazy, but I could tell he was definitely considering it, especially susceptible to an idea like this one after what had happened a few days ago. 

“But we wouldn’t actually be having sex- right?” Spencer says, cautiously. “Just… pretending?” He adds, adorably, biting his lip. 

“Yeah.” I respond, instantly, soothing his worries. “Trust me, having sex in a closet in a federal building seems like a pretty solid fantasy, but I’m okay with leaving that to our imaginations for now.” I say, smiling a little wildly. “So is that you agreeing to it?” I question, looking at him eagerly. 

“I guess it is.” He says, the look on his face now matching the enthusiasm on my own, and he leaned over to plant a soft kiss on my lips. I immediately melted into him, moving to straddle his lap, smiling into each press of his lips against mine. His hands went to my hips, a broken moan escaping him as I felt myself move against a fast-forming bulge underneath me. He breathlessly pulled back, licking his lips. 

“Mm." He said, breathing a little heavier now. "What would you say to a practice round for our pretend session tomorrow- you know, just to get it right?” He murmurs, feeling his cocky grin against my lips. 

“Do you even have to ask?” I retort, smirking. 

My words barely left my mouth before he flipped me onto the couch, leaving me giggling delightfully and sighing with pleasure, as I felt him start a trail of wet, hot kisses down my neck, eliciting soft moans and whimpers that only spurred him on to do more to me. 

I closed my eyes with a dazed grin on my face as he continued his actions, knowing he’d take care of me tonight.  Spencer Reid, without a doubt,  was definitely the best boyfriend I’d ever had. 

That morning in his apartment, Spencer was all smiles, even more touchy than he was normally if that was possible. He languidly wrapped his arms around my waist as I brushed my teeth, placing little kisses on the back of my neck as I tried not to laugh with toothpaste in my mouth.  

“Someone’s happy today.” I spoke, or at least attempted to speak, whilst he  attacked any exposed skin of mine with his soft lips. 

“Mm.” He grumbled deeply behind me, never once letting up on the task he’d delegated to himself: to somehow kiss every inch of my body before we even left the apartment.

“Maybe I’m excited about what we’ll be doing today.” He replies, clearly very satisfied with what we’d decided the previous night. 

There was a closet in Quantico, just off the hallways. It wasn’t an active hallway bustling with people, but oftentimes agents would come and go through there, and we both decided it provided just enough privacy so that people wouldn’t actually try to come into the closet- but open enough that at least one or two people were bound to hear us, and hopefully ease any concerns anyone had about Spencer and I being a “proper” couple. 

I giggled. “You know Spence.” I move away a little to spit my toothpaste out and rinse my mouth. “You’re a bit more of an exhibitionist than I pegged you for.” I said, a giggle in my voice. 

He wrapped me up in his arms, bringing me as close as he possibly could. “Sure I am.” He mumbled in a sarcastic tone, kissing the top of my head. 

I smile, speaking into his chest, trying to hold back my laughter.  “I don’t hear you denying it.”

“Shhh.” He said, before letting me go with a smile on his face. “We’re not even actually having sex in the closet. It doesn’t count.” He called out, biting his lip with a boyish smile, the type that made me want to jump his bones here and now.

“Whatever you say!” I respond, with a sing-song voice, flashing him a grin before going to get changed for work. 

Throughout the day, I could see Spencer just itching to carry out our plan. He kept making those eyes at me and I’d shake my head, silently communicating that now wasn’t the time. I could see him grumble and lean back in his desk chair, barely able to focus on his work. I giggled at the thought. My genius boyfriend, unable to do simple tasks because the idea of faking sex to get back at our coworkers rendered him stupid. 

As Emily would say, “An IQ of 187 slashed to 60.” 

Finally, after lunch, and less eyes were on either of us, I subtly caught his gaze, tilting my head in the general direction of the closet, and he nearly leapt from his seat. I silently thanked the Gods above that he didn’t draw anyone’s attention, what with how eager he was acting, as we quietly made our way towards the closet. As soon as we were out of the bullpen, and the long, empty hallways of the BAU, he laughed as he unexpectedly stole a long, passionate kiss from me, his lips pressing against mine insistently. I pulled away after a few seconds, thrilled. 

“What was that for?” I ask, with a dazed grin on my face as he continues to walk me to the place of our imminent rendezvous, nearly dragging me there by a firm grip of his hand in mine. 

“I can’t kiss my girlfriend?” Spencer retorts, smugly. 

“Oh, you can kiss her.” I responded eagerly. “I am not complaining whatsoever. Just curious." I said, squeezing his hand lovingly.

He quickly pressed his lips against mine one more, so quickly I wasn’t sure if I’d imagined it. "I'm just excited, I think." He responded. There was a puerile smile on his face, as he led me further and further away from any of our colleagues and towards our final destination. 

As he opened the closet door, he shot me one final look.

“You’re actually okay with this, right?” He asks, surprisingly soft, a stark contrast to his previously excited nature. 

“Second thoughts?” I respond, raising an eyebrow.

“No, no.” He said, laughing. “I just want to be certain that you’re good with this.” He implores, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles absentmindedly. He gave a sigh, biting his lip.  “I know you’re doing this for me and I-” 

I immediately silence him through interruption. “Spencer. I want to do this.” I said, softly. “Please.” I add, conveying that while, yes, this was for him in some roundabout way, pretending like I wasn’t absolutely exhilarated at what we were about to do would be a gross misrepresentation of the situation. 

He seemed to relax at that, grinning a little bit. He let out a little breath of air. 

“Come on.” I urged. “Don’t you wanna make sure the team never calls us dull again?” I said, smirking and egging him on the best I could. 

He nearly shoved me into the closet as he opened the door, with a laugh. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

He placed me in front of him, and we stood face to face in the cramped space. I could feel his breath on me, hear the beat of his heart and I knew that there was no part of me that was hesitant about this. On the other hand, Spencer seemed a bit.. confused. His smile faded, before he knit his eyebrows together. I watched him bite his lip, before pressing them together in a straight line. 

“How do you fake sex in a closet?” He paused. “Do we just.. moan?” He said, tentatively, looking to me for direction.

I decided to just go for it, giving an almost pornographic moan. “Oh, yeah! Right there, oh!-” 

He quickly clamped a hand over my mouth. “(Y/N), what the-” 

I removed his hand with a giggle. “Come on." I urged. "Be loud, it’s what’ll work.” I say, grinning, before letting out a higher pitched moan, attempting to recreate what I normally sounded like during sex. “Yes, Spencer! Please! Please!” I moaned, closing my eyes and really getting into what we were attempting to recreate. 

I could feel Spencer watching me, and heard him breathe before moaning out himself. “Yeah, you like that, you whore?” He groaned out, a little flatly, but groaned out convincingly, nonetheless and I could tell he was enjoying himself. 

“Yes! Yes!” I nearly screamed out. “Fuck, you feel so good.” I moaned, in an exaggerated manner. “More, please!” I said, trying to beg just as much as I did when Spencer was actually fucking me. 

We continued this back and forth for a minute or two, and I grinned internally. Anyone who happened to walk past the closet would’ve definitely heard our faked passion, and to be honest, I was into it. Having people know how well Spencer treated me, it made my heart jump, and I could feel myself clenching around nothing at the thought. My eyes were shut, as to immerse myself in the fantasy more, and my moans only got louder, pitchier, more desperate with every passing second. 

It wasn’t a few moments later that I realized that I was the only one making noise, Spencer going quiet, and I noticed the absence of his soft breathing that was there previously. I opened my eyes, to find an incredibly wide-eyed, embarrassed Spencer, looking right at me. 

“Shit, I’m sorry (Y/N).” He said, awkwardly shuffling. “I didn’t think- it’s just- your moans sound so good and-” 

I knit my brows in confusion at his words before my eyes trailed down, revealing the strained fabric of his slacks, his cock tenting inside them at an alarming rate. His eyes met mine as I scanned them back up to look at him, and he stifled a groan. “Fuck.” He murmured. 

“Look, you can just leave.” He said, a little defeated. “It’s fine. I’ll figure it out. I can't go out like this." He said this while already moving away from the door, motioning for me to leave. 

My lips parted as I shook my head. “No.” I whispered, stepping even closer. “Fuck me. Let me help you." I murmur, placing both my hands on his shoulders and rubbing them soothingly, before starting to kiss his neck sweetly, with feather-light touches.  

Spencer rolled his eyes. “(Y/N). Don’t tease me right now. Especially right now.” He whined out, craning his neck as I planted soft kisses on the skin. The rest of his body leaned into me, desperately seeking the relief my touch brought him. 

When I began sucking at a particularly sensitive spot of his, I earned a throaty moan from him, his head thrown back, and his hands grabbing my waist and pressing our bodies flush together. 

"I'm not teasing." I mumble against him. "I want you."

“Fuck. I’m serious. I’m this close to just-” He spoke, his voice low, but I didn’t want him to be logical about this. I wanted this now. I  interrupted his words with a deep, long kiss.

It seemed to work, his lips crashing into mine, over and over again, like this would be the last time we could ever savor the taste of the other again. As grabbed my face, lips moving ferociously over mine, his grip shifted so he could pin me up against the wall. I moaned into his mouth as his hands trailed down, squeezing the fat of my hip unexpectedly, and he used it as an opportunity to slip his tongue in, lazily exploring my mouth with his own. When we finally pulled back for air, I whispered against his lips. 

“Do it. Please.” I croaked, already grabbing the fabric of his shirt. “Please, fuck me Spencer. Use me. I need you right now.” I wanted to sound as desperate as I felt, the heat between my legs growing unbearable at this point, my clit already wildly throbbing with need. 

“We’re in a closet. Someone could catch us." He quietly groaned out, but I could see the restraint leaving his body with every moment he looked at me. He looked wrecked already, hair strown about messily, his lips red and swollen, chest moving up and down. The only sounds in the closet at this point were my pants and his heavy breathing to accompany it. He took another look at me, my eyes blown out and pleading for him, and it seemed like every barrier in his body suddenly broke.

With no warning,  he spun me around so my back would be towards him, pushing me up against the wall as he hurriedly worked away the button of my jeans.  I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter with anticipation, and when he worked my underwear down my legs, I could sense that I was already dripping, even though he'd barely touched me.  

He seemed to be doing the same undressing to himself, working at his slacks with his deft fingers, and I whimpered when I felt his heavy cock slot between me, the head of his tip running through my folds. I could feel how needy I was for him in this moment, and he seemed to enjoy the sight of my legs spreading just for him. He leaned over to let his finger trail over my slit, collecting some of my arousal on my finger. My thighs immediately quivered at the sensation, a loud moan escaping my lips. 

I felt him grab the back of my skull, forcing me to bare my face to hip. 

“Open.” He commanded, and my mouth hung open, almost as if I was under a spill. He roughly shoved his finger into my mouth, and I understood, closing my lips around them, swirling my tongue around his digits, praying that he’d fuck me soon. 

“Good girl.” He said, smoothly, and I nearly fell over from how weak he was rendering me, but a steady grip on my hair kept me upright. When his finger was sufficiently cleaned, he removed it and kissed me once more, smashing his lips aggresively into mine. I kissed him back, but in that moment, there was really only one thing I wanted. 

“Spencer, please.” I panted in between his never ending kisses. “I need you inside me.” I moaned, trying to convey the enormity of my desire for him. He chuckled at my pleads, pulling my hair so I’d be forced to look ahead of me instead. The anticipation absolutely killed me, and I brokenly moaned again, about to beg once more before he suddenly thrust into me, eliciting a yelp from my lips, which I immediately swallowed down as he began to jut his hips against mine. 

“That’s it. Go on, take it.” He whispered, roughly. “You were made for this, weren’t you?” He questioned, cruelly. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He goaded, going harder and harder with every word he uttered to me in the closet, my desperate attempts to stop my whimpers not being received well by him. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” He sneered, continuing to buck against me. “Didn’t you want the whole team to know what a whore you are for me?” 

I tried to keep my restraint, a low mewl escaping my lips, but that seemed to incentivize him to go even faster, the sounds of our skin slapping against each other filling the room, the smell of sex overtaking every one of my senses. 

“Come on, baby. I wanna hear you.” He then groaned once more, and I could feel how bad he wanted this, how badly he wanted me. The thought made me clench around him, which elicited another moan from his mouth. “I want everyone to hear you.” 

It was like a dam broke through me, and in an instant I was moaning, louder than I had that whole time in the closet, my noises marked by a carnal desire for this, for him. 

“Please, oh god. Spencer- I need to cum, please.” I begged, my mouth hanging open as he fucked me dumb. 

He chuckled at my loss of prudence, rewarding me accordingly. He moved his fingers down to where we were joined, beginning to rub fast, tight circles around my clit. 

“Go on, then.” He murmured. His hips never once wavered, and I could feel his grip on my hips, so tight I was sure there'd be bruises tomorrow. “Come for me.” 

I did, nearly toppling down as waves of my orgasm hit me, convulsing in his arms as I registered the feeling of him continuing to slam against me. I braced myself on the wall, letting him take me the way he wanted, and I could hear his broken moans and whimpers echo throughout the closet.

"Fuck. You're so good." He groaned out, and I let out a low whine at that, which transformed into a sob as he bottomed out in me, making me feel so full. In an instant, I could feel warmth flooding my deepest point, his hips beginning to slow down and still entirely. He pulled out of me, still panting. 

“Holy shit.” He murmured, still panting, watching as the evidence of what we’d just done dripped down my thigh. He helped me out of my bent over position as I smiled at him, dazed. 

“Holy shit, indeed.” My voice came out hoarse, scratched up from how loud I’d been screaming for him. 

“Remind me why we don’t do this again?” He said, grinning and breathless. 

“Something about professionalism?” I offered, still absolutely fucked out as I tried to regain some semblance in my appearance. One look at Spencer and I, and it wouldn’t take long to figure out exactly what we’d been doing. 

“Yeah, somehow after that, I don’t really care about professionalism.” He said, before pulling me into one last, idle kiss. He felt safe, and it felt so good to be with him like this. 

“Good.” I murmured, when our lips finally separated. “Because I don’t think I’d be able to survive if we only did this once.” I said, giggling. 

“Wanna go again?” He offered, raising an eyebrow and running a hand through his hair. 

Let’s just say that the closet became a frequent spot of ours after that. And with how loud I was screaming his name every single time? It’s safe to assume everyone else knew about it too. 

EDIT: read part 2 (where they get caught!) here!

sorry about the wait this time around! i try to keep my fics within a week of each other, but i've got some life commitments to attend to now. (unfortunate). i hope you guys enjoyed this though!! <3 likes, reblogs, comments, are all greatly appreciated. thank you for all your support<3

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Flowers For Me. Flowers For You. - Charles Leclerc

Summary: Charles is a romantic and his girlfriend isn't quite so used to it. But he doesn't expect her to ever return the gestures he makes. He is a gentleman after all.

Anti-PDA/secretly needy!reader

Charles is fairly notorious for his romantic gestures and for being open about how he enjoys being a romantic gentleman as a boyfriend.

His relationship with y/n has been an interesting dynamic of Charles sort of always pushing y/n out of her comfort zone purely unintentionally because to him, it's just how he shows his love and functions in a relationship. Y/n, on the other hand, is much more physically removed. She just sort of isn't the type to like witnesses to any affection beyond just holding his hand and that's mainly to not get lost in the crowds that often follow him.

Truth be told when they're alone or even just indoors with a small group, Charles is certain she just glues herself to him. Practically glued to him.

"Pour ma belle." Charles grins appearing with a large bouquet of all sorts of red flowers which one mistake as flowers bought for him or just for Ferrari, but no. Like everything else in Charles' life, red is a running theme that is embraced and never avoided.

Now this is the first time that Charles has ever bought y/n flowers and he wasn't even sure how she'd react but it he thought it might earn some sort of a smile.

"You got me flowers?" Y/n pouts looking suddenly very emotional. "I love them."

"You do?" Charles grins making her nod and take the red bouquet.

And in a moment that he's sure cameras caught and will turn into a meme for Twitter to haunt him. But he goes in for a kiss and instead finds his face blocked by the very flowers he gave her.

"I should've seen that one coming." Charles mumble more to himself but y/n hears him and smiles.

"Thank you." Y/n smiles earning a hum before he manages to catch her wrist and hold the flowers from blocking him as this time he manages to lean in stealing a kiss. Not that she'd ever actually be so cruel as to deny a second attempt at a kiss.

"Je t'aime." Charles smiles earning a small grin. "So you like flowers?"

"I love flowers and I love you." Y/n beams then looking stepping back to put space between them. Oh how she doesn't love close proximity.

Charles is certain there must be a reason for it. Some previous relationship that ended badly or her parents being messy and giving her something to fear. But he's met her parents they're the perfect picture of happiness and when he's asked friends and family, they just say that physical touch or affection has never been how she shows her love around others.

"I will remember this." Charles states making her smile at him. "Can we go away from people so you will let me kiss you?"

Y/n smiles letting Charles use his one privilege of taking her hand and guiding her out of sight of prying eyes.

And as soon as they are out of the open space, in his drivers room. She sits on top of Charles lap still holding the flowers while she smiles at her. Y/n almost in love with the flowers.

"How did you get flowers that so perfectly fit the exact shade of Ferrari red?" Y/n questions earning a dimpled grin from her boyfriend.

It's not long that they get to spend together, Charles is called upon for getting on with his schedule.

"I will see you soon." Charles smiles enjoying y/n's reluctance to let him go from her company now they were alone. "Do not cause trouble."

Y/n smiles a little then returning her gaze to the flowers. She's going to get a proper vase and then she's going to give him flowers in her own way. Flowers for him to keep.

She's need to talk to someone in the team but she's sure Fred would help her if she asked it of him, or at least point her in the direction of someone who would be able to help her.

-

It took a couple more races to pass, to make it happen. Charles had continued to show up every single day, race weekend or not with more flowers. It's became a norm as part of their every day routine now and he finds no loss in enjoyment of seeing how happy she is to receive the flowers each time.

"You are pulling on my arm, mon amour." Charles laughs as they walk through the car park to the paddock. She's already holding her daily bouquet of flowers in her free hand while tightly holding his hand with the other. "What is so special about this race weekend that you are so excited about?"

"I-Well, I just...I've got a surprise for you and I'm excited for you to see it." Y/n explains not bothered by the others who seem to watch them with piqued curiosity since y/n is very much rushing them.

She's not one to ever act in a way that draws attention to herself from others. But she's rushing and nudging her way through the paddock and it's almost as if she's in distress of it all.

"You have a surprise for me?" Charles questions almost tripping as she yanks him up the steps to the Ferrari unit.

"Yes." Y/n smiles before spotting the marketing girl who worked to help her make this happen. "Come on."

Charles just laughs at her level of excitement before she gets them into his drivers room where he expected to find a big and obvious surprise awaiting him. But instead it looks no different to how it always looks when he walks in.

"I don't really know how to properly show you a surprise like this. So um...well...I hope you like it." Y/n states looking so nervous that Charles almost feels worried that she has taken a risk and he really won't like it.

Y/n picks up his racing suit and sighs unfolding it till she can hold the sleeve, specifically the cuff.

Charles frowns a little before realising in the red, there's a green steam leading to embroidery of red flowers, you'd miss them if you weren't looking for them as they're the Ferrari red of the flowers he buys her each day, a slightly darker red outline to help define the detail but only just dark enough that it makes it easier. Each flower is different, roses, tulips, carnations, azalea. Almost like a flower chain going around each sleeve just below the cuff.

"Y/n." Charles mumbles speechless as he gently dances a finger over the thread.

"It's not easy to make alterations to the racing suits you know. Especially without you knowing about it. We had to make sure all the threads were the proper threats to not risk compromising the fireproof of the suit." Y/n rambles nervously before she sighs. "I just...I love these flowers every day so much and I know I am not the romantic you are, but I thought it-well maybe it was selfish, but in a way it's my way of always being with you."

Y/n looks like she might be on the verge of tears, ringing at her hands like she might even rip her skin from the the movements.

"Y/n-mon amour. These are beautiful. Are they on all of them?"

"Yes." Y/n confirms earning a grin from the driver.

"Good, I won't wear a suit that doesn't have them. For the rest of my career." Charles declares then moving and cupping her face, catching her in a kiss that seems to melt away all remaining nerves and fear of him disliking the gesture which he knows she went to great lengths to make happen.

Charles didn't just wear the suit, he showed everyone who would look, from the other drivers, people on the team to media and fans. He took such pride in it that he even tried to flash his hands enough while speaking in his podium interview just so it would be spotted more.

Eventually he didn't just have the flowers embroidered on his cuffs, they were on his collar and y/n had mentioned thinking about putting them on his boots and so he made it happen. Eager for him to have almost the same number of flowers on his suit that he buys her in the bouquets every day.

#f1 #fanfic #formula 1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc fluff #cl16 x y/n #cl16 #cl16 x reader #cl16 imagine #cl16 x you #cl16 one shot #cl16 fic #cl16 fanfic #cl16 fluff #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #ferrari #forza ferrari #ferrari f1 #scuderia ferrari

[dropitpunk]

dating and giving ken his first kiss headcanons

ken x gn!reader

cw: spoiler free, himbo ken, jealous ken, sweet and short.

he's not very sure what to do or how to approach this subject.

things have been getting serious between you two, more pda around other barbies and kens and weekly beach dates have been filling up your calendar.

ken thinks your face is just too pretty and that you're too sweet. he's always saying more to himself than to you, "i really love to be your boyfriend, i wish i could be around you all the time."

but he really, really wishes he could just... touch his lips with yours.

ken doesn't really understand why he feels that urge so strongly every time he's around you, even if other kens or even allan explain to him that couples just do that.

he's very jealous of other kens, and he certainly doesn't like others talking about you or your relationship.

his goal is to be the perfect boyfriend for you. he expends extra time trying to get the perfect tan and the perfect amount of gel on his hair. ken's day is only good when you compliment him.

ken is constantly trying to find excuses to be around you. you need help trying to find the perfect outfit for the day? he's there in a second. you don't need help for anything at all? well, he's also there.

talking about outfits, he's always going to match with you and he makes sure of it. he thinks about how pretty you are gonna look every night before he goes to sleep.

gets very mad if any of the kens is wearing the same color as you. he is your boyfriend and only him should look like he belongs in a couple with you.

ken is very supportive of you when you play any sport in the beach, he's cheering your name and holding signs with cheesy lines and big hearts.

ken even tries to teach you how to surf, even if he isn't really the best at it. you two just stay in the sand and hold hands, smiling and laughing with all the other barbies and kens.

"this rock just reminds me of your eyes. just so round and big. it's for you," he says with emotion in his voice, extending the palm that was holding it to you.

"thanks, ken." you smiled, grateful and content.

he smiled proudly and nodded, "you're welcome."

he also loves especially when you drive him around in barbieland cause he gets to hold your hand and just look at your beautiful focused eyes all the time.

"can i come to your house today? i'm thinking we could have a sleepover." ken asks as he crosses his fingers and hope for your answer.

you immediately agree and he cheers, sending a thumbs up to the other kens that were watching excitedly.

you're wearing matching pajamas and brushing his hair when he suddenly turns to you, eyes shining with clear uncertainty.

"can i ask you something important?" ken surprises you with the seriousness in his voice.

"of course, ken." you drop the brush and squeeze his biceps in encouragement.

he gulps, subconsciously leaning into you, "what would you do if i kissed you?"

your eyes widened and you thought about it only for a second.

"i would kiss you back," you said and smiled, face closer to his.

"oh, okay then." he closed his eyes and pursed his lips, waiting for you with a tilt of his head.

you mindlessly leaned in and softly touched your lips with his, feeling ken smile against your mouth. the contact was innocent, and ken kept caressing the inside of your wrist.

ken's days from that moment were only good if you kissed him in the morning.

a/n: this is so silly but i'm just a ryan gosling silly girl

#ken x reader #ken x you #barbie #ken #ryan gosling #ryan gosling x reader #ryan gosling imagine #barbie ken #fluff

[iicarused]

##you are so divine

alastor x reader / vox x reader

synopsis: general love interest headcanons

beware: obsession, yandere aspects , implications of manipulation

envelope from the author: i love them. man i feel like dating alastor would feel like being roommates instead of a lover💀

ALASTOR

old fashion, but something to expect from him. you sit your pretty face down and let him do everything. all you have to do is make a meal and make the house a home. it’s funny because you barely get to do that either, as he would often take over and just spoil you.

though, you are not allowed to touch him. it comes slowly and naturally, so you often have to wait for him to initiate it. even then, it’s quite rare. you catch him hovering over your shoulder so often that it became normal.

his love language is words of affirmation and gift giving — but he started to stick around you like a lost dog much more these days

while you aren’t shown off to the world, he will talk about you to anyone who would listen. you are his most prized possession after all. quite frankly, that’s all you are, a trophy to show off and not a lover. he just enjoys the sound of calling you his.

this man gives you mixed signals while being straightforward, and you tried to leave but he insists that you are a lover. a kiss on the lips and a trip to the bed is all it takes to have you melting under his eyes again

“my dear, can you bring me my coat?” my dear. alastor never forgets to add the first word while addressing you. “it’s over on the couch — i have to hurry on out in a minute.”

“are you going back to that hotel?” you asked while fetching his coat. you remember the day when he first asked you to get his coat, and it was like a goal to reach after months of dating. while being the partner alastor is quite slow, you almost appreciate that he is still by your side.

“where else, my dear?” he asked in return when you handed him his coat. “the hotel is —“

“— is your finest project, i know, al.” you shared a look of question before he nodded at what he knew you were beckoning to do; dust off his vest and fix up his tie. it was like clockwork at this point. “you have a good day.”

“not a good day — a great day.”

VOX

while his relationship was never established with valentino, everyone knew not to ask. you came to the vee’s under the wing of velvette, and my, what a catch you were! eye candy, a prize, something the public would love to see around vox’s arm

began to whisk you away from modelling for velvette, but instead brought you in for interviews and made you the face of future designs (velvette was not very keen of the idea of vox doing that without permission.) introduced you to the world of fame

your pretty face next to his was all it took for hell to go crazy. everyone was all about the new power couple that streamed on every tv and the affection he publicly shown. an overlord? in love? everyone was gossiping

you were all he needed to overshadow alastor and make the radio demons “yesterdays news.”

public affection, public pda, you were public. he showered you in front of the camera, he spoiled you in riches where every paparazzi could see! often gushed about it inside the penthouse and the fame you both were receiving. praised you for doing so good in front of the camera

“doll, you were a natural! the press were eating you up!” a hand came under your chin, his fingers squishing your cheeks so gently. “keep doing what you do and i might make it to the top.”

“our story will put lucifer and lilith’s to shame!” you chirped. oh, how delusional you were to think that it was a love story that vox was writing. “maybe we’ll even have our own castle like a proper overlord of hell.”

“yeah, maybe we’ll even be the new rulers.” the emphasis of “we” always seemed to make you happy, and maybe he used it to keep you under his arm. that’s where you belong after all.

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #vox x reader #alastor imagine #vox imagine #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel headcanon #alastor x you #alastor x yn #vox x you #vox x yn #helluva boss x reader

[norrizzandpia]

Hiiii, could you do something with lando wanting to be protective of reader like her being afraid of something happening and him hugging her tightly to make sure she is safe w him 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

I need this man so bad and this just fueled that

Safe With Me, Love (LN4)

Summary: When a man at a club makes Y/n uncomfortable, touching her, grabbing her, Lando’s the first to stop it.

Warnings: attempted sexual assault, lando almost getting into a fight, verbal abuse, language, lando gets super angry, but major fluff at the end and all is well

Note: i am in no way trying to glorify sexual assault with this at all. What happens to a multitude of women around the world and incredibly disgusting, my heart goes out to all the victims of any kind of sexual assault.

There’s a loud boom from the speakers as Lando and Y/n sidle up next to each other in the dimly lit booth Max had secured for the night. Shot glasses and other drinks are scattered across the surface of the table, the majority of the liquid having been consumed by their friends who had tagged along. Max F and Pietra dance together on the floor while Oscar and Max V are left to grimace at the touchy exchanges between the couple left in their seats.

A dangerous hand high up on Y/n’s thigh has Max V gagging into Oscar’s shoulder, “When do you guys stop?”

Lando’s hazy eyes give him a quick glance before retreating back to his beautiful Y/n, “I don’t stop. She tries to make me, but let’s be honest, I never will.”

Oscar rolls his eyes and Max V throws back the rest of his drink. The two men get up and flee the area in a panic when Lando starts kissing her neck softly, knowing the boy is quite affectionate when he drinks. Y/n is a bit farther than her boyfriend on the drunk spectrum, making her more prone to accepting his PDA-filled advances. She snickers into his ear when his tongue lightly traces her skin and her hands dance in his hair when he whispers how much he loves her.

Y/n and Lando could not be more clingy when they’ve consumed alcohol. Everybody knows this. From the fans and media to their families, the couple has had multiple drunken exchanges where they were more than comfortable sharing how much their physical connection was just as strong as their emotional one.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you are?” Lando says as he pulls back, eyes roaming her face as his breathing turns shallow as if he’s completely taken aback by her beauty.

Y/n blushes, “Lan, if I had got a penny for every time you told me I was pretty, we would be billionaires just off that money, not even with your racing income. Pennies.”

Lando smiles at her as his head lulls to the side. Her back rests against the cushions of the booth while his is turned to the rest of the crowd, his entire front facing her with his hands on her hips, “Good. You should be told how pretty you are every second of every day.”

Her hand lays across his bicep as they look helplessly at each other, drunken smiles and breaths hitting the other’s face from the close proximity. In the midst of the deafening music, their moment is quiet and it reaffirms Lando in his idea that every day he would fall in love with his girl all over again.

His eyes are overwhelming and his look of love makes Y/n want to giggle and squeal, she needs a moment to herself. Lando’s face falls slightly when she mentions needing to go to the bathroom, “Let me go with you.”

Y/n stands from the booth and shakes her head at him with a light grin, “No, baby. I’ll be fine. I’ll be back in five minutes tops.”

He’s persistent, his hand clutching hers still, “No, Y/n. Stay.”

Puppy dog eyes and a pouted lip threaten Y/n’s plan to calm down from Lando’s eyes, but she perseveres.

“You wanna know the truth?” She pops her hip out and stares down at him, his body warming at her sassy position.

He nods, “Always.”

She leans down to his ear and whispers, out of slight embarrassment and the fact that she doesn’t want him to genuinely see the effect he has on her, “You’re making me all flustered and I need to regain my composure.”

When she pulls back, Lando’s mouth has fallen open slightly in a smile with his teeth sticking out a little bit from his top lip, “Oh, well… Then, go right ahead.”

She nods at him before he loosens his grip and she disappears into the crowd. His eyes try to stay on her frame, wanting to make sure she gets to the bathroom, but clubs are always packed and the moment her hand leaves his, his sight of her is lost.

He tries to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach.

—

Throwing away the used paper towel, Y/n exits the bathroom and is immediately slammed into a hard chest. She reels back, discreetly checking the stranger’s shirt for any makeup stains. When she finds none, she lets her natural kind demeanor shine through.

“Oh, I’m sorry about that. I didn’t see where I was going.” She gives, the man staring down at her in a way that puts her off.

He doesn’t say anything, just looks at her, but when she tries to move past him, his arm comes to hold her bicep.

“What’s your name?” He asks. Alarms sound off in her brain at his tightening grip, panic settling into her skin and suffocating her. He’s not much taller than her, maybe 5’6, if that. Though, with her short stature, he still intimidates her with the way he slightly towers over her. Lando would tower over him, she tries to tell herself.

Where’s Lando? Get to Lando.

His fingers on her arm don’t allow for that, however.

A smirk finds its way onto his grimy face as he repeats, “I asked you what your name was, sweetheart.”

Her eyes avert to the floor, “Uh, Y/n.”

Immediately, she knows she’s made a grave mistake. She’s not stupid, just completely lost at the way fear has enveloped her body. She knows she should never give out her name to strangers that grab her without her consent, she just is completely gone to the racing thoughts in her head.

“What a pretty name,” He speaks, grip relentless, “What’s a beautiful girl like yourself doing here alone?”

“I’m not alone. I’m here with my boyfriend and his friends.” She smiles, hoping that the mention of her boyfriend will scare him off.

Happy endings aren’t always guaranteed, though.

The man moves closer, his breath down her face, “Aw, how cute. Who’s your boyfriend?”

In a leap of faith at the power of Lando’s name, Y/n murmurs, “Lando Norris.”

The man keels over with laughter, his grip staying put on her arm however, “Oh, love, how sweet. Are you one of those fan girls that think they have a chance? Lando Norris would never go for someone like you. No offense.”

Offense taken, bitch, she thinks.

Trying to defuse the situation, Y/n lightly pulls at her arm, “None taken. If you can let me go, that’s be great.”

Suddenly, his hand has maneuvered her against the wall, his face right next to her neck as he breaths her in. Turmoil floods Y/n when his other hand comes to trace up and down her thigh, trying to hike it up to his waist but failing when she clamps her legs together.

He whispers in her ear, “Don’t be a bitch. Everyone at this club would take one look at you and know you’re an easy slut. Let me get a taste of what everyone already has.”

Her eyes drown in tears as she tries to seek out help as they rest right outside the bathrooms. However, as ironic as it is, the usual busy bathrooms are ghost towns in the moment a man tries to sexually assault her.

He finally gets her thigh to wind around his waist when his strength overpowers her body and Y/n is taken back to the moments when Lando would manhandle her in bed. What she used to think was the biggest turn on has now turned into something horrifying and painful.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!” There’s shouting from the end of the hallway and the man invading her space moves off her in an instant. Her face whips around to meet Lando’s fiery one, his body stalking toward the man as Max V, Max F, and Oscar follow in tow. All four men are looking enraged, faces burning red at the scene they had just witness whilst Pietra turns around and bolts toward the front of the club. In her loud mind, Y/n knows it’s because Pietra is going to get security.

Lando reaches the man, grabbing the collar of his shirt and shoving him against the opposite wall. He screams in his face, “DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH MY GIRLFRIEND LIKE THAT. WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?” He spits in the man’s face, “YOU’RE FUCKING DISGUSTING.”

Three burly men return with a distraught Pietra, pulling Lando off the strange man and immediately removing the man from the premises.

With the absence of him, Lando is quick to pull Y/n into his arms, feeling her melt into him. Nobody says anything as he holds her tightly, turning her away from the group so his back faces them and she can cry into his chest lightly with some kind of privacy. His hands clamp down around her body while she grips his shirt. There’s whispers of reassurance and love as he tries to soothe her nerves.

“Get me out of here,” She chokes out, letting her hands drift under his shirt to feel the warmth of his bare skin.

Lando nods as he kisses her temple, “Of course, my love.”

He leads her through the overstimulating crowd and out of the club where the man has been handcuffed and shoved into the backseat of a cop car. An officer approaches her as she’s curled into Lando’s body, asking her for a statement, but, with Lando’s credibility and fame, he speaks softly with the man and asks if he can get her statement another time.

“I think she just needs to go home right now.” He says as Y/n stays hidden in his chest.

Her cowering and shaking strikes a cord in the older man’s heart, “Yes, of course. That’s completely fine. Can I get your number so I can call later tomorrow? Does that work?”

Lando nods, “Yes, that’s perfect,” He lists off his number, the officer taking it down in his notebook. When the last number is drawn, he wishes the couple a calm night and retreats back to his partner.

Y/n tries to hang on to Lando as he tries to pawn her off into the passenger seat of his car. When her hands won’t unclasp from his waist, he leans down and meets her eyes.

His hand lightly rubs her knee, almost hesitant in not wanting to scare her anymore. He looks up at her before softly speaking, “I’m not going to leave you. I promise you that. After that, I will never let you out of my sight ever again. We’re just getting in the car to go home, baby. That’s it. I’ll be right next to you the rest of the night.”

She nods, looking down at her hands in the silence while Lando closes the door and jogs to the other side of the car, getting in.

The car ride back is quiet as Lando lets his hand roam over her thigh. Even though it’s a call back to what the man had done to her in that secluded corner of the club, she doesn’t feel fear or uncomfortable. All she feels is love and security as his fingers lightly trace over the moles and bumps of her leg. Lando’s hands, all of Lando, will never not be a safety net for her, she knows that.

Nothing could make her afraid of him.

He’s delicate with her as they walk to his apartment, an arm tightly around her waist as they wait in the elevator. When they reach his door, he sets her in front of him, between him and the door, as he unlocks it. When it opens, she walks in first and goes straight to the softness of his bed. She falls onto it, letting out a small groan at the comfort, before he catches up with her, his body looming over hers and smiling.

Her mascara must be running down her cheeks and her eyeliner must be smudged across the entirety of her face yet Lando’s face shows what it always does: the love he has for her beauty. Even in her worst moment, he thinks she is the most beautiful thing he has ever laid his eyes on.

“Can I get you out of your clothes? Unzip your dress and take it off along with your heels?” He’s clear and precise with his questions, not wanting to throw her a curveball or something that gets misunderstood.

She nods with a small smile, but Lando stays still, “I need words, pretty girl.”

She blushes in the midst of it all, “Yes, Lan, you can.”

“Perfect” He states before letting his hand gently coax her to sitting position, gliding down her back as her zipper trails with it. When his hands shimmy her dress down her legs, he throws it across the floor, moving to her feet next. He kisses her ankles softly as his fingers work slowly to unbuckle the shoes. When he gets them off, his girlfriend left in a bra and underwear, he moves to the dresser a few feet away. She sits there, exposed, and, while she feels as though she should be on complete alert or scared, she feels at peace. She watches as Lando rummages through his drawer, seeking out his pajamas for her, and she feels nothing but protected and completely loved, accepted by the man before her.

When he returns, her favorite hoodie and sweatpants of his in hand, he helps her into them. When she’s cozy and dressed, he changes into his pajamas in front of her, almost as if he’s trying to put himself at the same level as her. She had undressed in front of him, he undressed in front of her. He didn’t want her to feel as though there was some sort of power dynamic going on, no matter how far that was from the truth of what she was genuinely feeling.

When they’re both comfortable, he leads her into the bathroom and sits her on the counter, his body between her legs before he wipes her makeup off and does her skincare for her. If she wasn’t so emotionally exhausted from the night, she would’ve showered him in praise and a bit of teasing for knowing her routine perfectly, with each step being very clearly memorized. But, this wasn’t an ordinary moment, so she kept quiet as he took care of her. They brushed their teeth together, Lando’s hand keeping its place on her hip in a simple reminder that he was there no matter what.

And when they reached his bed once more, falling under the sheets and heaps of pillows and blankets, Lando brought her into him once more. Her head snuggled into the crook of his neck and his hands trailing up and down her back, he whispered soft words in her ear.

“I love you.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“You are my entire life.”

“I will always be there to protect you.”

His words seep into her skin just like anxiety had hours before during one of the worst moments of her life. Though, this time, instead of worrying what would happen happen next or who would come to save her, all she could think of was the soothing hands on her back and the calming words of the man she would never stop loving.

Lando was it for her, if she hadn’t known that before, she knew it now. As he continued to hold her, never once letting her go throughout the entire night, she found solace within him.

And when morning came, the dreaded phone call from the officer who sought out her statement, Lando sat next to her with his hand in hers and his unwavering support shining through.

There genuinely wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her.

He’d bury a body for her, kill for her.

Preferably, if she allowed him, kill the man who had touched her without consent.

#mclaren #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris fanfic #lando norris fluff #lando norris imagines #lando norris fic #lando smut #lando norris smut #lando x reader #lando imagine #lando norris #lando norris edit #lando norris fanfiction #lando norris x you #mclaren formula 1

[natailiatulls07]

Could you please do the drivers reaction to driver reader bringing a boy to the race?

Formula one grid x female!driver!reader Male!OC x female!driver!reader

Summary - Being youngest on the grid meant that Y/n was heavily protected by many other drivers so when she gets a partner it's mixed emotions all around

Warning - Small anxiety

Reader drives for Mercedes

Part two

-

"Are you sure? I know that some of the fans can be a little crazy about my private life..." In the past few months, Y/n had started a relationship with a guy she matched with on tinder. Not many people knew of the relationship, only her family and her management team.

Although that would change today, it was the first race of the season and they had wanted to hard launch their relationship. Adam, her new partner, was a lawyer and had his own wealth behind him but he was really proud of Y/n and loved to support her.

He could tell how nervous she was, seeing how she kept fidgeting with her hair and teamwear. "Hey, it's okay. Plus if any thing happens and you have to take legal action, you have a great lawyer on your side" He would often use humour to calm down his f1 driver girlfriend, loved to bring even the smallest of smiles to her face.

Adam took hold her hand, stopping her from fidgeting so much and started to drag her to the paddock entrance where fans stood behind barriers waiting to catch a glimpse of a driver.

-

As they began to walk past the barriers, fans were shouting her name and some were asking questions about the man who held her hand. They both had proud and confident smiles painted on their faces, any anxiety seemingly disappeared.

"Y/n! Y/n! Is that your new partner?"

Nodding her head, Y/n stopped to sign some merch and greet some fans. "Yes, yeah he is. Meet Adam" Looking over her shoulder, she felt how Adam had his hands gently resting on her waist. They were both very big on pda.

Thankfully the fans had reacted well to the new face. Some softly threatening Adam not to hurt their favourite driver, which got a laugh out of Y/n and some fear out of Adam.

Soon they started toward the main entrance of the paddock, waving goodbye to the fans and individually scanning their passes. Yet as soon as Y/n set foot into the paddock, dread and anxiety plagued her mind once again.

Only now remembering that she'd have to introduce Adam to her fellow drivers, her adopted big brothers. If today weren't such an important day, she would've turned around and made her way home. Procrastinating the eventual doom.

As usual, the man still held her hand in his could sense her fear. And he knew exactly why. "Look I know I have never meet them and I know that they very protective of you but I'll try my best to earn their approval, I promise..." He coached her to take a deep breath but pulling her forward to continue the walk.

They were passing by the Ferrari hospitality area when we heard a loud shout before some softly running of feet. "Disculpe! Y/n!" A strong spanish accent mde itself known behind the new couple.

Whilst Y/n tensed, Adam turned around fully with a confident smile. "Hi you must be Carlos right? It's lovely to meet you" He started a positive conversation, only to be met with a glare and scowl from Carlos.

"Yes, that's me. And who are you?" The spanish driver snapped back, snatching Y/n's arm and pulling her away from her partner. "What do you want from Y/n?"

Taking her arm back out of his grasp, Y/n moved back to Adams side with a sign.

She knew that the other drivers would be just as protective and some even more than Carlos. "Carlos..." Her voiced broke through the awkward silence that he created. "This is my new partner, Adam. You can chill out..."

All shoulders relaxed as she explained, a small guilty smile replaced the scowl on Carlos' face. Reaching out his hand towards Adam as both an apologie and a better introduction.

After a small conversation between the three, Y/n realised that the couple had to continue down the paddock. Saying goodbye to Carlos, the two were walking down to her team garage once again but were quick stopped once again.

This time by her old teammate and the reigning champion the grid. "Y/n, um who's this?" Unlike Carlos, Max was more shy and cautious rather than forward and hostile. Something Adam was thankful of.

"Hi I'm Adam, I'm Y/ns partner. It's nice to meet you, also I promise to take good care of Y/n..." After his last interaction with Carlos, Adam tried even harder to prove himself. "Please, I promise I love her a lot and-"

Max raised his hand to stop the ramble from the younger man. He had a small smile on his face, slightly amused by his fear. "It's okay, I don't doubt it. I'm sure you'll prove yourself over the next couple of weeks..."

Giving Y/n a quick hug and Adam a pat on the shoulder, Max told them that he had an important meeting to attend and he'll see them around.

-

Finally they arrived at the Mercedes hospitality and when they first entered, Adam eyes turned to the other driver in the room. Lewis, he was sat at one the table along with some of his management team.

Much like Adam, Lewis immediately noticed their presence in the room and beckoned them over to him.

"Hi Lulu!" Y/n quicking moving to give her beloved teammate a hug before moving back to her partners side. "Lulu meet Adam, he's my partner and Adam meet Lulu, my teammate."

Unlike the other two drivers, Lewis had a reassuring smile on his face whilst getting up from his seat to give Adam strong handshake. "Well it's nice to meet you Adam, I assume you'll take good care of that crazy women right there. I wish you the best"

It was short and simple but it meant a lot to Adam. Immediately he felt approved by a legend in the sport and by someone who Y/n considered a father figure.

"Thank you, I'll take good care of her"

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>Seb! -Seb!!! -SEB OMG I HAVE NEWS!!! >What?! >It's about Y/n!! >Well go on tell me!!!!! >She has a partner! -His name is Adam and tbh I can see them getting married!!! >THATS BOLD >IKR But it's true! -They're perfect for eachother!!! >I need to meet him first and approve him first before they can even think about engagements >Ofc ofc

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[captain-barnes-writes]

Summer break (Charles Leclerc)

Summary: Charles Leclerc and his girlfriend enjoy making the grid uncomfortable with their PDA on Instagram.

Type: insta au

Pairing: Charles leclerc x fem!reader

Warning: sexual innuendos, the grid being traumatized by them (I love them and their commentary) 🤣

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Liked by DanielRicciardo, CarlosSainz55, LewisHamilton and others

LandoNorris Looking forward to summer break! Just not looking forward to the atrocities @ charlesleclerc and @ yourusername got in store for us these next few weeks 😓🥱

comments

CarlosSainz55 Agreed 🤐

DanielRicciardo Scrolling through insta is gonna be stressful

MaxVerstappen1 ^^ 😥

PierreGasly I’m staying out of insta for a while

LewisHamilton I think last summer’s posts left all of us scarred 😾

YourUsername leave us alone!! We love each other

LandoNorris Keep it pg!

CharlesLeclerc no 😐

EstebanOcon let’s hope it’s not as bad as last summer

YourUsername 🥱

User not the whole grid ganging up on them lmao

User they can’t keep their hands off each other

User I love that about them 😭

User you know it’s bad when even max comments

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YourUsername posted a story

Replies

MaxVerstappen1 please no

YourUsername 😡

LandoNorris we’re not ready

YourUsername you started this 😶

CharlesLeclerc I love making people feel uncomfortable😏

YourUsername Babe you’re sitting right next to me

PierreGasly off to taint another place 🤢

YourUsername so are you and kika my friend 🙃

PierreGasly true

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Tagged YourUsername

CharlesLeclerc I could watch her all day 🤤

Comments

YourUsername bikinis all day with you baby 🫶

CharlesLeclerc or none at all 😏

DanielRicciardo noooo it has begun!

LandoNorris 24 hours haven’t even passed yet 😭

EstebanOcon I think this summer is gonna be the worst

PierreGasly I hope your phones fall in the water

CharlesLeclerc Thanks Gasly

PierreGasly you’re welcome mate 😉

GeorgeRussell God help us all

User I’ve been waiting for this lol

User ready to see the grid feel uncomfortable 🤠

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Tagged CharlesLeclerc

YourUsername my two favorite things to eat 😼

Comments

DanielRicciardo no

DanielRicciardo stop

LandoNorris I’m sure they have worse things in store for us 🤧

YourUsername you’re right 😏

LanceStroll that’s cannibalism

CharlesLeclerc she’s my little cannibal 👀

LanceStroll 🫤

ScuderiaFerrari 😳

User she’s so well fed

User she eats good everyday im so jealous

User same ^^

User they have no filter lmao

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Tagged CharlesLeclerc

YourUsername I’m sorry @ scuderiaferrari I’m never letting him off this yacht 🤤 Can’t get enough of him👅💦💦

Comments

ScuderiaFerrari Don’t do this to us 😭

YourUsername I’m sorry in advance :)

User not Ferrari begging her to give their driver back lmaooo

CharlesLeclerc 😳

CarlosSainz55 this would’ve been a perfectly fine post without the caption

CharlesLeclerc it’s a perfectly fine caption 🤨

GeorgeRussell that’s considered kidnapping

YourUsername That’s not what he says ;)

DanielRicciardo this was cute until the caption

ScuderiaFerrari agreed 👀

LanceStroll why the tongue emoji out of all emojis seriously??

CharlesLeclerc you know why 😼

LanceStroll I’m logging out

EstebanOcon and to think we’re not even a week into summer 😖

User Ferrari is calm on the gram but they’re probably planning to press charges on the low lol

User 🤣

User her captions always cause chaos omg

User our chaotic queen

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This was fun to make lol probably a second part coming soon! I love me a chaotic inappropriate couple 🤣

Inspired by filth by fxxkemall 🫶 but in Charles form lol

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[camillescreations]

I think the thing I was looking forward to the most about Season 3 was just seeing Ed and Stede be a couple. Uninterrupted. No torture, no regretful nights, no running off to be a fisherman. I just wanted to see them be left alone. Even if it was just for a single episode! And we would have gotten that, I think. I wanted to see casual PDA and loving looks, things that we got in both seasons but they would be different because Stede and Ed are actually, really, officially together. They're boyfriends! I'll miss that just as much as seeing their proposal and wedding. Just feeling sad today.

I really hope we'll be able to see all this in the future. I'm willing to be patient for the right time 😊

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #our flag means death season 2 #stede bonnet #edward teach #stede x ed #gentlebeard #ofmd season 3 #fuck you max

[icyg4l]

PAC: Your Future Partner's Love Language

Hello beautiful people, tonight marks the third post of the week regarding love! (meaning I kept my promise, yay!) I have a sale going on tomorrow, so be sure to tune into that. If you would look to book a reading, please read my guidelines and then dm me! If you have any inquiries, also dm me! Without further ado, please select your pile!

Top Left-to-Bottom Right: (1-4)

Pile 1: I feel like you’re the independent woman trope, Pile One. This person will be attracted to you because you have your own. But that doesn't mean that they won’t be giving. This isn’t a stingy lover at all. I get Cancer/Capricorn/Aquarius energy from this person. I see this person will be big on gift giving. They will also shower you with compliments. They don’t expect this in return, to be honest. They’re also really big on paying the tab every time at restaurants. I feel like this person is calm and collected. This person wants to follow in their family’s footsteps. They’re big on marriage and doing things the proper way. They would like to show you off, this is part of their love language as well. And lastly, this person really likes to see people stand on business. Part of their love language is helping you plan and put things into action. They’re going to be your number one fan. Expect roses and romance with this person, Pile One.

Cards Used: The Hierophant, The Hermit, 4 of Discs, Queen of Swords

extras: tacos. party pooper. mellow. skilla baby. carrie underwood. bartleby.

Pile 2: So when I was shuffling for this pile, I heard the term ‘yapper’. This person really likes to talk, even if it’s about nothing. I thought of this guy who I sit next to in my English class, and he says whatever comes to mind. I feel like this person just really wants a listening ear since they didn’t get that when they were younger. They could have been the type of kid to have “talks too much” on their report card. They have big Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Virgo energy. This person just wants to be heard and valued for once, they feel taken for granted. This person has the tendency to go down memory lane as well. They also have a thing for tickling. They honestly seem like a big kid. They are really big on humor. Their sense of humor can be deadpan or they could say a lot of one-liner punchlines. Be prepared to laugh a lot. I think this person values one-on-one time a lot as well, Pile Two.

Cards Used: Judgment, Ace of Swords, Death (RX), Eight of Discs (RX), 7 of Discs (RX)

extras: bright teeth. nice style. black beanies. toby from this is us. “kiss the ring.” wrestlers.

Pile 3: Oh man, the chemistry is hot here. This person really likes PDA. They enjoy physical touch. They want you to find any reason to touch them & they want to do the same for you. This person wants everyone to know that y’all are together. They could be a little clingy, let them know if that’s too much for you. I get the feeling that this could be their first real relationship so please be gentle with them. I feel like this person is like a big teddy bear. They really enjoy hugs, sharing drinks with you, cuddling, hand-holding and sloppy kisses. It all makes their world go round. You guys will be engaging in a lot of sexual activity together so please protect yourselves! Overall, this person is not shy. This person is quite the flirt, very physical. They give big Leo, LIbra, Aries energy. You guys are going to be like that one couple in high school that got detention for kissing by the lockers. People might be uncomfortable by your dynamic because you’re so physical with one another, but fuck it!

Cards Used: Knight of Wands, The Chariot, Princess of Cups, The Lovers, Ace of Cups.

extras: sweet face. wink. “hold me.” soft hands. racy. lord farquaad. monochromatic. skin-to-skin.

Pile 4: Can we say dramaaaa? I feel like your person is really dramatic. They’re the epitome of go big, go home. They give off Pisces, Leo, Sagittarius energy. They’re the epitome of male R&B singers in the early 2000s. This person has the best intentions but it can be overwhelming for you at times. Know that this person is doing their best. This is a part of who they are, there’s no faking this personality. I think this person would literally do anything for you. If you were to ask for a cookie from the store, they would bring you the cookie, a sandwich, a drink, chips and flowers just to make your day. This person is really good at planning parties and spending money. If you were to have a birthday coming up, they would have a surprise party planned with all of your favorite people there and thoughtful gifts. This person wants to give you the world, honestly. Don’t feel embarrassed by the things that this person does because you deserve it. They do it out of purity, but you can tell them to tone it down if it’s really getting to you.

Cards Used: The Emperor, The Fool, Justice, 7 of Cups, Ace of Discs, Princess of Cups

extras: my way by usher. “It’s camp.” new edition. clown colors. teezo touchdown. rich uncle vibes.

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[my-jukebox]

The OM brothers with an GN!MC who is clingy and loves to hug them all the time?

Thank you so much for the ask anon!! I hoped I did you justice. Sorry it took so long...

Clingy Reader Imagines

Genre: Imagines, fluff

Characters: (gn! reader), Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor.

Lucifer:

Doesn't mind it but he only completely enjoys it privately because he can give you his full attention.

Your hugs comfort him after a long day of paperwork (and dealing with his brothers and their shenanigans).

Not a big fan of PDA, but he can't really say no to you and therefore, allows you to even sit on his lap while he's working so you don't feel unloved......well unless someone walks in.

He may not reciprocate the hugs in the best way possible but he tries his best to show you that he appreciates you.

Mammon:

The clingiest of the lot.

Will most likely lie that he hates the whole concept of you being clingy, but the blush on his face gives everything away.

Completely MELTS when you hug him tightly.

Claims it makes him feel like he's protecting you.

Gets extremely putty in your hands if you add a kiss on his neck when you're hugging him.

Wants you to be as clingy as possible in public so he can show you off to others as "his".

Will reciprocate your hugs with even warmer hugs so you feel as loved as possible.

Leviathan:

Becomes an adorable mess when you hug him, or even show him slight affection.

His face is reminiscent to that of a tomato.

First time you hugged him, he nearly fainted.

He will let you hug him when he's gaming.

Bonus if you're a gamer. Then he'll make you sit in front of him and hugs you from behind.

If you ask him, he will turn into his demon form so his tail can wrap around you when you're both sleeping.

Gives you all the attention in the world whenever you need.

Extremely jealous when you hug others and may summon Lotan if anyone tried anything funny.

Satan:

Blushes when you hug him and smiles faintly.

Head pats <<33

Isn't sure how to reciprocate your affection so he just sit there for a while before deciding to hug you back.

You make up for the lack of clinginess he possesses.

Unlike Lucifer, he appreciates a moderate amount of PDA and doesn't mind hugging you, or simply holding your hand in front of public eye.

Considering he's the Avatar of Wrath, he's very much calm when you hug others, as long as he knows them.

Asmodeus:

Adores everything about you.

"We can be clingy together" vibes.

The couple that everyone looks at and gets jealous, and he loves every second of that power as long as you're comfortable.

Gives you the best hugs, and loves when you hug him.

If he's having a bad day and you hug him, he'll never let go.

He appreciates this side of you because it allows him to as close to you as possible.

Doesn't mind when you hug others. He knows he'll always be #1 for you.

Beelzebub:

Doesn't mind you being clingy but gets worried when you're not because he's always been exposed to that side of you.

Loves the hugs you give him but he makes sure not to hug you back tightly, given that he doesn't know his own strength.

Rather than hugging you back, he just lifts you up with ease and twirls you around.

He allows you to crash his workout sessions if it means spending time together.

He allows you to sit on his back while he does push-ups and stuff.

If you hug others, he knows it's just your nature and doesn't stop you from doing whatever makes you happy.

Belphegor:

He's not the clingiest so he took some time to get used to it.

When he did get used to it, he got addicted to always having you around him.

If you weren't around him, he'd start hunting for you around RAD, the House of Lamentation, and even go to Purgatory Hall until he found you.

When he does find you, he'll talk about how he had to cross "seven seas" just to get to you, and you'd have to hug him for his efforts.

You're the only one who he trusts enough (second to his brothers) to hug him.

Falls asleep to your cuddles and kisses, and the way you play with his hair.

He LOATHES the fact that others get to hug you and will pull you away from them if he can't handle that anymore.

I'll add this to the Masterlist soon. Might create a side character version too.

Do like, comment and/or reblog if you guys enjoyed!!

#sami writes #obey me #obey me imagines #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader