Drowns The Love (Reader X Benedict Bridgerton Ft. Anthony)

Hi guys! I found this adorable photo of Lyle when he was a kid, holding baby Erik. Also Lyle looks so proud/happy to be holding Erik in this photo.

Original Ask: i saw that you’re opening requests for f1 drivers.. can i request angst to fluff with seb vettel where him and reader are dating but he breaks up with the her to focus on the wdc (set in 2013) and she ends up rebounding with fernando which makes seb really jealous,, anyways after winning he publicly confesses his love for the reader or something, u can choose whether the reader gets back with seb or stays with fernando idm teehee ❤️❤️ love youu (anonymous)

Word Count: 1095 words

(author's note: another longer one !! i did think i was going to have to postpone it but i managed to get it finished for you all 🩷)

Sebastian always knew he wanted to be a World Champion. Ever since he was a little boy in his racing kart, he knew he wanted to be one of the best racing drivers the world had ever seen. He also knew that he would sacrifice anything to achieve his dreams, but he never thought it would actually get to that point.

It was mid-way through the 2013 Formula 1 season and Sebastian was one of the strongest contenders for the Championship. His girlfriend at the time, Y/N, couldn't be more proud of Sebastian, especially since she knew how hard he had worked to get to his current position.

However, after a meeting with his strategists, team leaders and various other important people, Sebastian's perspective of his relationship had been tainted and darkened. Somehow the meeting had managed to brainwash him into thinking Y/N was a distraction. An enemy. An obstacle; preventing his Championship dreams from coming true.

The next step in Sebastian's Championship chase was a heated argument with Y/N in his drivers room. Insults were hurled, every single one out of anger, not one of them holding any truth. And then came the final devastating line;

“I'm done. We're over,” Sebastian said. His gaze was cold as he stared at Y/N, eyes void of any emotion.

Her lip trembled as she nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. Y/N turned on her heel and headed towards the door. As her fingers grasped the handle, she hesitated.

“Good luck with the Championship. I hope it's worth it.”

With that, she opened the door and walked out.

Eventually the season came to a close. Sebastian Vettel was World Champion. Again. But something wasn't right. He should be happy, right? He had gotten what he wanted all along.

Wrong. All Sebastian felt while holding his trophy was guilt and regret. The pit in his stomach deepened even further when he saw Y/N in the crowd with a man's arm wrapped around her waist. His eyes moved to the face of the individual and he did a double take when he realised who it was.

Fernando Alonso.

Sebastian had been too caught up in training and strategizing to see that Y/N had moved on. He saw the adoration in her eyes as she looked at the man next to her. He knew that look all too well, because that's how she used to look at him.

Maybe they were just friends? Sebastian's brain was thinking of every possible explanation. He hadn't actually seen or heard any confirmation they were dating. Although he had been too caught up in his own life to even notice anything or anyone else.

Before he could realise, he was being forced into an interview on stage.

“Sebastian!” The interviewer began, “World Champion again, how does it feel?”

“Uh- yeah it feels great obviously, it's always been my dream to be up here, winning as many times as possible.”

“Do you have anything you'd like to say to the fans in front of you?”

“Well, thank you for all your continued support, it means the world to me,” He said smiling at the crowd, “But most of all, I want to say sorry to one person in particular. Y/N, I wish I could take back everything I said to you all those months ago. This victory feels hollow without you to celebrate it with.”

The interviewer looked stunned and so did the crowd.

Y/N's face dropped when she heard Sebastian's improvised speech. As she felt the weight of thousands of eyes on her, she began to move through the crowd. Pushing through bodies, she desperately tried to escape the masses of people. Fernando was hot on her heels, not wanting his girlfriend to be alone.

Sebastian saw her rush off through the crowd and he knew he had royally messed everything up.

"Y/N, wait! I'm sorry, just wait please-" Sebastian thrust the microphone he was holding into the interviewer's hand and scrambled off the stage. He shoved his way through the fans frantically, following the footsteps of his ex-girlfriend.

He eventually found her (and Fernando) outside the Ferrari garage. Y/N's face was pressed into Fernando's chest as she sobbed. Sebastian watched from afar, realising what he had actually done. He knew he needed to speak to Y/N, but he didn't know if she would want to speak to him.

Sebastian eventually mustered up the courage to walk over to the pair. Fernando spotted him first, his face twisting into one of disgust.

"What do you want Vettel? You have your Championship, come to ask for my girlfriend too?"

"No! I just- I wanted-"

"You were so bold a moment ago? Spit it out, don't you think you've done enough damage for one day?" Fernando spat.

"Look, I know what I did was wrong, and I want to apologise.”

Y/N moved away from her boyfriend's chest and looked up at the blonde man infront of her.

“I'll meet you in your drivers room Fernando, I'd like to hear this.”

The Spaniard nodded, pressed a kiss to Y/N's forehead and walked off.

An awkward silence fell over the pair.

"So, you and Fernando? When did that happen?"

"Why does that matter? We broke up months ago, Sebastian. I moved on, you clearly didn't."

"Look, I'm glad you're happy now. If I knew about you and Fernando I never would've made a scene, I promise. I just realised that all the Championships and celebrations have meant nothing without you.”

"Too little too late Sebastian. I wanted you to win as much as you wanted to win yourself. But you couldn't see that. You were blinded by your ambitions, and I couldn't compete with that.”

"I'm sorry.”

"I know you are.”

Y/N stared at Sebastian pitifully. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him gently. He was taken aback, but he accepted the embrace gratefully.

"You'll find someone else to celebrate with, you're Sebastian Vettel.”

"It still won't be the same without you.”

The pair finally broke out of the hug and tears glistened in Sebastian's eyes.

"Fernando's waiting for me, I should probably go. Goodbye Sebastian.”

"Goodbye Y/N. I hope you can forgive me someday.”

"I've always forgiven you Seb, before you even knew you were sorry."

With one last shared look, Y/N turned around and headed off to find Fernando, leaving Sebastian standing alone. He had achieved his dreams and more, but at the cost of his future.

the heffleys are still coming to terms with the fact that you, rodrick’s cool girlfriend, are a real part of his life. greg, for one, can’t wrap his head around it—how did his brother manage to land someone like you? he even has a tiny crush on you, which he tries (and fails) to hide. during playdates, he and rowley keep sneaking wide-eyed glances at you, pretending to be fully focused on video games whenever you catch them staring.

susan, on the other hand, is thrilled to have you around. as a mom of three boys, she’s practically adopted you as her honorary daughter, showering you with warmth and enthusiasm every time you’re over. she’ll share every childhood story she can think of about rodrick—some endearing, most embarrassing—while he sits there mortified. she’ll even drag out the family photo albums when you’re around, cooing over old pictures of baby rodrick in onesies covered with embarrassing slogans.

then there’s mr. heffley, who’s suspiciously nice to you. he goes out of his way to make sure that sure the house is spotless when you come over, almost like he’s worried you’ll wise up to what a disaster rodrick can be and leave. every time rodrick says something dumb, mr. heffley’s shoulders tense, and he sneaks glances at you, hoping you don’t suddenly see you’re too good for his son.

and manny… well, you do your best to steer clear of that kid whenever you can.

it’s a typical dinner at the heffleys’. you’re seated next to rodrick, his hand resting on your knee under the table as he gives you a lopsided grin between bites. across from you, greg keeps sneaking glances at your chest. little perv.

once everyone’s settled with their plates, susan clears her throat, leaning forward with a bright, overly cheerful smile. “y/n,” she starts, clasping her hands like she’s about to impart some life-changing advice, “it’s just wonderful that you and rodrick are so… close.” she gives an small, knowing nod, and rodrick stiffens next to you.

“it’s very important,” she continues, picking up a carrot stick and an onion ring, “for young people in a… special relationship to be, you know…” she pauses, clearly hunting for the most embarrassing words possible, before adding, “prepared for close situations.” she looks at you and then at rodrick, before doing a little… mime with the carrot and onion ring. greg yelps, “MOM!” and pretends to gag, slapping both hands over his face like he’s been scarred for life. mr. heffley chokes on his mashed potatoes, reaching for his water with wide eyes.

“just remember,” she says, completely oblivious to the horror around her, “things can get… spicy, but a smart girl like you knows to have… protection.” she gives another exaggerated nod, waving her “lesson” props before setting them down, satisfied. rodrick’s hand tightens on your knee, and he mutters, “oh my god, kill me now,” through gritted teeth, trying to keep his cool despite the absolute humiliation.

mr. heffley takes a deep breath, giving you a look that says he really hopes you won’t dump rodrick over this—but he’d totally understand if you did.

shawn michaels

wwf monday night raw — december 16, 1996

o suco do absolute cinema e mastermind dos programas de edição isso aqui ☝🏼💯

cr. pheebs.kyo no tiktok

omg the little Alonso fics are TOO cute!!! Can I please request one where little Alonso has a little crush on a driver and how the others react especially her papa? 😂

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo, babygirl 💕

The Baby-Crush

The sun was high over the paddock, the heat intense enough to send most of the drivers straight to the designated cooling area after their morning practice laps. The “sweating area,” as they’d all jokingly dubbed it, was packed with drivers catching their breath and throwing back water bottles like they’d just crossed a desert.

Suddenly, the calm was broken by a pattering of tiny feet.

“Papá!”

Every driver’s head whipped around to see the sight they’d been waiting for all season — three-year-old Yn Alonso running at full speed through the paddock, her dark hair bouncing as she scanned for her father. Even with the humid weather, she was dressed in a white fluffy dress, with a big green bow, to not only represent her daddy's team, but to also keep her hair from slipping over her eyes.

Fernando's grin grew as she hurtled towards him. He knelt down to catch her, arms wide open, as she nearly toppled him over in a flying hug.

“Mi niña,” he laughed, scooping her up and holding her close. “What are you doing here, pequeña?”

She beamed at him, then, without a word, wiggled to be let down, her big brown eyes already scanning the room. As soon as her feet touched the ground, Yn’s eyes locked onto Charles, who was laughing with Carlos.

Charles noticed her stare and broke out in a huge grin. “Ah, there she is!” He knelt down, stretching his arms out wide. “Come here, Yn!”

Without a second thought, Yn sprinted straight into Charles's open arms, bypassing every other driver without a glance. Fernando's smile froze. Carlos raised his eyebrows, nudging Lando as he stifled a laugh.

Charles lifted Yn effortlessly, spinning her around as she giggled and clung to him, her little arms wrapped around his neck. “You’re getting so big!” he said, poking her nose gently, earning a bright giggle.

“You’re her favorite, Charles,” Pierre teased, crossing his arms with a playful pout. “I remember when I was the favorite.”

Yn looked over at Pierre with a big smile but tightened her grip around Charles’s neck. “Charlie!” she insisted, pointing at him as if to make it clear who her favorite was.

Lando laughed, nudging Max. “Charles has a new fangirl, and she's got the Alonso seal of approval. How does it feel to have Fernando’s blessing?”

But a low, grumbling sound interrupted the teasing. Fernando had crossed his arms, a deep frown etched on his face. “Blessing? What blessing? I did not give any blessing. This… this is betrayal. By my own hija.”

Max raised his hands in mock surrender, struggling to contain his laughter. “Hey, hey, don’t look at us, mate. Looks like she’s got a bit of a crush on Charles.”

Fernando’s eyes narrowed as he watched Charles gently bouncing Yn in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder with a content sigh. The other drivers snickered as Fernando muttered to himself, pacing a bit and shaking his head.

“Charles,” he said, his voice half-joking, half-serious, “that is my daughter, not some… Ferrari groupie.”

Charles looked over at Fernando with a grin, carefully placing a tiny kiss on Yn’s cheek. “Don’t worry, Fernando. I am a gentleman.”

Yn’s cheeks turned pink as she let out a giggle and hid her face in Charles’s shoulder, peeking out with a shy smile. Charles, absolutely charmed, looked back at Fernando. “See? She’s happy.”

Carlos leaned in, smirking. “You’re in trouble, Charles. Fernando looks ready to put you in the barriers next race.”

But Charles, clearly enjoying himself, pretended not to notice the jealous glares from both Fernando and the other drivers. He cradled Yn a little closer, leaning his forehead against hers, as her tiny fingers played with the zipper of his racing suit.

“Charlie,” she whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear, “are you gonna win?”

Charles softened, nodding earnestly. “I’ll do my best, just for you, okay?”

Fernando let out a frustrated sigh. “Oh, so now you’re winning races, huh? Where was that last season?”

Everyone burst into laughter as Charles sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “What can I say, Fernando? I have a good-luck charm now.” He tapped Yn’s nose, and she burst into giggles again.

Lando was practically in stitches. “Mate, you’ve got a tiny Alonso fangirl giving you her blessing. You’d better win next weekend!”

Yn, sensing the attention, pointed her little finger at Lando. “No,” she said firmly, still clinging to Charles. “Charlie’s best.”

Carlos wiped away a fake tear. “Ouch! Betrayed by someone so young.”

Fernando finally stepped forward, determined to reclaim his daughter. “Okay, okay, ya es suficiente, little one. Come back to Papá, alright?”

Yn hesitated, looking between her father and Charles, before giving her dad a quick look of mischief.

“No!” she squealed and snuggled closer to Charles, making him laugh as he hugged her back. “With Charlie!”

Fernando’s face was priceless — part horrified, part amused, and all exasperated. The other drivers were practically doubled over with laughter, watching Fernando’s meltdown unfold.

“Yn,” Fernando said in his best “dad” voice, “Charlie drives for Ferrari. Ferrari, Yn. Alonso girls do not cheer for Ferrari.”

She blinked, clearly not understanding a word he’d said, before patting Charles’s cheek lovingly. “Charlie’s nice.”

George Russell chuckled, giving Fernando a pat on the back. “Face it, Fernando. She’s got taste.”

Charles, now thoroughly enjoying himself, made a point to keep her entertained, bouncing her on his hip, whispering silly things that made her giggle uncontrollably. At one point, he looked over at Fernando with a wink. “Look, I’ll take good care of her, Fernando. She’s safe with me.”

Fernando rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile now, despite his reluctant acceptance. “If you so much as put one scratch on her, Charles…”

Charles gave a mock salute. “Understood, sir. Only the best for the Alonso princess.”

For the rest of the day, Yn stayed glued to Charles’s side, happily babbling about who knows what as he patiently listened, asking her questions and looking thoroughly invested. At one point, she tugged on his sleeve.

“Charlie,” she said, looking around before leaning close to his ear, her voice a loud whisper, “don’t tell Papá, but I like red.”

Charles chuckled, glancing over at Fernando, who was watching the two of them suspiciously from across the room. “Our little secret,” he whispered back.

By the end of the day, Yn was dozing off, still in Charles’s arms, her tiny fingers clinging to the front of his suit. Charles carried her back to Fernando, who shook his head, finally resigned.

“Alright, fine,” Fernando said, reaching out to take his daughter. “But just remember, Yn, Papá is still your number one fan, okay?”

Yn blinked sleepily and gave him a nod. “Number one,” she mumbled, and Fernando’s heart melted a bit.

But just as he thought he’d won, she gave Charles one last sleepy grin. “Charlie, you’re number two.”

Fernando groaned, and the whole paddock dissolved into laughter as Charles gave her a final cheeky kiss on the cheek.

I’m cracking up at the thought of Oscar accidentally seeing a nude of his sister in Carlos’s phone

HELP I HAD TO ELABORATE ON THIS

read little bitch here

Hotel rooms are boring. There's nothing else to do other than lay in bed and shower.

You regret telling Carlos — because now he's your boyfriend, and you share hotel rooms with him, how wild — that you wanted to stay in bed all morning and not join him for practice sessions because now is nearly midday and he's not back yet. And you're bored.

Not finding anything else to do, you open your suitcase to put together your outfit for Quali tomorrow, you laugh when the first thing you see is a McLaren cap and a Ferrari one packed together. And to think that next year you'll be adding a Williams one to your suitcase for race weekends.

As you move a pair of jeans, you come into view with something you didn't even remember you packed — a red lacy set of lingerie.

You decide to put it on, after all, you don't have anything better to do.

Meanwhile at the Zandvoort Circuit, Oscar, Carlos, Lando and Max are lounging at a hospitality area. The sessions and meetings for the day were over, so they were just waiting for the call to head out.

"Lando, can I borrow your phone? Mine is dead and I want to check Lily's flight, it's supposed to land soon," Oscar says from his place on the couch.

"I can't mate, I'm sexting right now," Lando replies, making the group laugh and Oscar roll his eyes.

"Take mine, it's in the table," Carlos says, fixing himself a cup of coffee from the small station in the room.

"Thanks," Oscar grabs the device, failing when he tries to unlock it, "What's your pass code?"

"Your sister's birthday," Carlos says casually, stirring his coffee.

The room erupts in a chorus of groans and laughter.

"Oh my god, Carlos," Lando exclaims, barely containing his giggles. "That's so cheesy!"

"Seriously, mate?" Max joins in, "What are you, a teenager with his first crush?"

Oscar looks at Carlos with mock disgust on his face. "My sister's birthday? Really? I don't know whether to be touched or grossed out."

Carlos shrugs, a slight blush creeping up his neck. "What? It's easy to remember."

"Yeah, sure," Lando snorts. "I bet your wallpaper is a picture of you two as well."

Carlos doesn't respond, suddenly very interested in his coffee.

"Oh my god, it is!" Max howls with laughter. "You're such a sap, Sainz!"

Oscar shakes his head, chuckling. "I can't believe this. My sister's turned you into a lovesick puppy."

Just as Oscar is about to search for his girlfriend's flight information, a text notification pops up. Out of habit and muscle memory, he ends up tapping on it, opening the message.

Oscar's eyes widen, and he lets out a yelp, nearly dropping the phone. "Oh god, my eyes!" he exclaims, tossing the phone back to Carlos as if it were on fire.

The others look at him, confused and amused.

"What happened?" Lando asks, trying to peer at Carlos' phone.

Oscar covers his face with his hands, groaning. "I just saw something I really, really didn't need to see. Carlos, mate, you need to put a lock on those messages from my sister."

With a frown, Carlos opens his messages, tapping on your contact and finding what made Oscar scream in disgust.

A picture of you wearing the lacy red set, with the caption "we need to put these to good use before we throw all the ferrari red away"

Carlos glances at his phone, his eyes widening slightly before he quickly locks the screen. He clears his throat, trying to maintain his composure. "Ah, I see. Sorry about that, Oscar."

Oscar is still covering his eyes dramatically. "I'm going to need therapy after this. Seriously, Carlos, password protect those messages or something!"

"Come on, what was it?" Lando tries to sneak a peek at Carlos' phone. "It can't be that bad!"

"Trust me, you don't want to know," Oscar groans. "There are some things a brother should never see."

"Look on the bright side, at least you know your sister is happy?" Max pats Oscar on the back.

"Not helping, Verstappen!" Oscar throws a nearby cushion at Max, which only makes everyone laugh harder.

"Sorry, hermano. I'll be more careful next time," Carlos says, putting on an awkward smile.

"There better not be a next time," Oscar mumbles, still looking traumatized. "I'm going to need therapy after this."

Oscar makes a mental note to never, ever touch Carlos' phone again, and Carlos makes a mental note to lock his girlfriend's messages. And put those lacy red sets to good use later, too.

NSFW Alphabet SHAWN MICHEALS HEADCANONS

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Shawn’s a cuddled. He’d never admit that shit out loud but he LOVES to be in your skin after sex. He wants to be under you and babied. Tell anyone and he’d deny it all.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Shawn’s favorite body part of his is his hands. He loves how much bigger they are compared to yours and he loves when you grab his hand when you’re nervous or scared.

His favorite body part of yours is your ass. It doesn’t matter how small it is or how big it is. Shawn is an ass man. He’s always smacking it when you walk down the gorilla with him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Shawn likes to come on you. Specifically on your face and tits. He doesn’t know if it’s some territorial thing or what but he loves to cum in your underwear and make you wear them out.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Shawn likes to spit in your mouth. He once was really amped after a match and caught dragged you into his locker room “Open up baby.” You open your mouth and feel his warm spit hit your tongue. “Swallow.” It’s more of a demand than anything.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s extremely experienced he’s older than you and has definitely had a many trips around the sun lol.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Shawn’s favorite position is doggy. He loves hitting it from behind then pulling you up for a sloppy kiss. Sometimes he makes you arch your back more and you can almost feel him In your tummy.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Shawn is kinda goofy. More so during foreplay he’ll crack a shitty joke and chuckle in between pecks.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Shawn is decently well groomed. He’s a pretty boy so he keeps up with his appearance. He grows a lot of hair there so he keeps it neatly trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s a lot softer during intimacy. He gives you sweet kisses and everything is so much more sensual.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He masturbates a lot when you’re not around. He’s crazy about you so he’s not going touch another woman.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Shawn has a brat taming kink. He lowkey loves it when you get an attitude because it gives him an excuse to remind you why you should be a good girl.

He has marking kink. He purposefully puts hickeys in visible spots so he can make sure everyone sees them

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes to pull you into the broom closets backstage and fuck you against the wall “sssh if you get too loud somebody might hear you pretty.” Shawn would cover your mouth as he stroked deeper inside of you with a shit eating grin. He would let you walk out with a panty full of cum to his dressing room.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you wear skimpy little ring outfits. Honestly he loves when you wear skimpy outfits no matter what. He likes for guys to know they can look but not touch. He likes when you tug on his hair something about just gets him going in all the right places.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He does not do anything to do with pee or poop.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Shawn likes to receive. He likes to see you gagging on his dick with tears running down your face. You’re such a pretty girl choking on him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Shawn rough and slow. He wants you to enjoy every damn moment with him but he just likes it a little rough it general. He can’t help himself. Seeing the way you squeeze your eyes shut and bite your lips as he gives you agonizing slow strokes.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Shawn is always up for a quickie even at the most inappropriate of times and you regularly have to tell him no you will not meet him the McDonalds bathroom. As Paul sits obliviously next to you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Shawn is a risk taker he once convinced you to let him fuck with the curtains open in your hotel room. It was thrilling hoping nobody peered up and saw your tits squished against the glass as Shawn took you from behind.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Shawn can go two rounds sometimes 3. Mostly two though he has a lot of energy and you’re his favorite stress ball.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He once bought you vibrating panties and made you walk down the gorilla with him. It’s the only toy he uses on you and god does he use it at the most inconvenient times.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tease should be his middle fucking name. He’s always placing little kisses on your sweet spot. He’s rubbing your thigh under the table and feeling up your ass while taking pictures with fans.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Shawn’s a vocal boy and you love it. The way he fists your hair as he lets out a throaty groan. How he lets out pretty moan when you suck the tip just right.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He once fucked you in Hunter’s locker room. You wouldn’t call it your finest hour. He thinks fondly on it lol.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Shawn has a pretty dick. It’s pretty thick with one vein going up the under side of it and flushed tip when he’s hard.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Shawn is always down to fuck. When he hurt his back he almost begged you with puppy dog eyes to ride him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Almost immediately after. He’s a huge on cuddling even when you whine to try and get up and take a shower he’s not having it. He pulls you close mumbles something about tomorrow and passes out on your stomach.

você e Enzo, fazia tempão que não escrevia sobre ele fazia tempo que não escrevia no geral hihihi

Daddy's Friend

Verão.

Férias.

Duas semanas.

Duas semanas numa casa de praia grande luxuosa lotada com os amigos do trabalho do "papai". Seria legal, sem contar os velhos com as piadinhas prontas e sem graça, praticamente caindo de bêbados.

Sem contar suas esposas tediosas e botoxadas.

Sem contar as crianças birrentas e mal-criadas que corriam pra lá e pra cá - uma delas inclusive, derrubou seu celular na piscina no primeiro dia, ou seja, só o teria de volta em duas semanas e olhe lá.

Sem contar que teria que dormir em um dos sofás grandes na sala de estar pois não havia mais quarto, nem cama, para você.

Mas não era de todo mal... pelo menos, havia Enzo Vogrincic.

Ele era o mais jovem da empresa e foi uma surpresa para você quando ele aceitou o convite de seu pai para participar da viagem. Você nem sabia que ele ia, afinal todo mundo já havia chegado entre o primeiro e segundo dia, mas ele não.

O moreno chegou no litoral no terceiro dia de manhã cedinho.

O som do motor da moto dele fez com que todo mundo fosse animado até a porta de entrada para recebê-lo. As crianças o rodeavam gritando, os homens levantavam suas cervejas em cumprimento e as mulheres ajeitavam os peitos siliconados nos biquínes com um sorriso indiscreto.

E sinceramente? Foda-se toda aquela palhaçada, pois antes de tirar o capacete preto num estilo bem hollywoodiano, ele caçava você com olhar, se perguntando porque você não estava no meio da maçaroca de gente ansiosa para vê-lo. E sabendo que você -  e só você - era o verdadeiro motivo da vinda dele para aquela casa de praia.

Ele não é bobo, nem inocente.

Vogrincic sabia muito bem o que estava fazendo, ao se inclinar sobre você - que estava com as mãos ocupadas descascando batatas cozidas para a maionese do churrasco do almoço, de costas para a porta - e depositar um beijo em sua bochecha como cumprimento assim que chegou.

Vogrincic sabia muito bem o que estava fazendo quando estavam na praia naquela tarde, e ele comprou o conjunto de biquíne que você mais gostou do moço que passou com um carrinho vendendo itens superfaturados. Depois meteu um "vai ficar linda" ao te entregar a sacolinha.

Vogrincic sabia muito bem o que estava fazendo, quando disse para o seu pai que "Não se preocupe, senhor, juro que não tem problema dormir na sala também", pois não haviam mais quartos disponíveis. O sofá dele era em outra sala, apenas a alguns passos da sua e da cozinha.

...

- Acordada a essa hora? - Enzo perguntou invadindo a cozinha em conceito aberto.

Você tomou um susto e se virou para ele terminando de engolir a água geladinha que tomava.

- Que susto, porra!

Uma risadinha foi ouvida... e não foi dos seus lábios.

A porta da geladeira atrás de você ainda se mantinha aberta, sem que você se desse conta,  o que deu a oportunidade para o moreno se aproximar com passos lentos e se posicionar bem a sua frente.

Seu coração acelerou em expectativa. 

Ele estava tão perto, tão cheiroso, tão bonito, tão sombrio.

Seus olhos arregalados eram as jóias mais raras para ele.

- Licença?

- Ah, sim, claro! - respondeu saindo da frente da porta e dando espaço para que ele pegasse uma garrafinha de água também.

Você se encostou na ilha de mármore no meio da cozinha, e aproveitou para observar a cena cinematográfica em que o protagonista gostoso se delicia com uma bebida gelada em câmera lenta. Sorte sua que ele não viu sua boca levemente aberta e olhos gigantes carregados de tesão, pois se tivesse visto... quem sabe o que poderia acontecer naquela cozinha.

- Não sabia que você vinha - Enzo disse se aproximando ao mesmo tempo em que fechava a garrafinha. AH, MAS ELE SABIA SIM! Era algo que seu pai orgulhoso falava. A filhotinha perfeita dele voltou da cidade em que fazia faculdade para visitá-lo.

- Não sabia que você vinha. - respondeu virando de lado para encará-lo.

- E gostou quando descobriu? - disse baixinho, com a voz rouca e seduzente.

Você soltou um sorrisinho irônico e saiu da cozinha, sendo seguida pelo moreno.

Ele era mestre na arte do flerte. 

Vocês dois sempre se cozinhavam nas festas da empresa em que iam. Conversavam um pouquinho, se olhavam demais da conta, mas não faziam nada. Ali era a chance, ali era o lugar.

- Como vai a faculdade? - insistiu em outro assunto, sentando ao seu lado no sofá grande (sua caminha pelos próximos dias) de frente para a sacada aberta e iluminada pela lua.

Você respondeu colocando as duas pernas sobre o estofado, ficando mais confortavel para olhar para ele.

- Hm. E aquele seu namoradinho?

- Qual?

- Seu pai que contou - o moreno mentiu, jogou um blefe para levar ao assunto que ele realmente queria.

- Papai mentiu então.

- Não está namorando?

- Não, Enzo. E você?

- Não namoro, gatinha.

Você revirou os olhos. Tinha que ser.

- É claro que não.

- Ei - ele ergueu os braços em sinal de rendição - Não me deixou terminar.

- Hm.

- Não namoro, gatinha, estou esperando a pessoa ideal - disse de uma forma engraçada que você não conseguiu evitar a gargalhada altíssima, tapando a boca logo em seguida para não fazer barulho. Acontece que ele fez exatamente a mesma coisa que você.

Numa velocidade assustadora, Vogrincic meteu a mão dele sobre a sua e estava com o corpo coladinho ao seu no sofá.

- Shhh, não quer que eles venham ver se ta tudo bem, não é? - sussurrou e porra, ficou molhada e arrepiada. Mal conseguiu responder, só fez um não com a cabeça. - O gato comeu a língua, foi?

Poderia ter sido ele o gato.

Você colocou sua mão delicadamente sobre a dele e a abaixou, sem quebrar contato visual.

A cena era mais que erótica.

Tirando a mão grande dele da sua boca... para por em seu peito.

- O quê é isso? - ele questionou baixinho e um tanto desacreditado, mas você não queria perder tempo e o beijou.

Entre os beijos intensos, mãos bobas e pausas para respirar, sentiu a boca dele erguer em um sorriso convencido... afinal, a mão que apalpava seu peito tinha deixado os mamilos excitados.

Só que ele não estava muito diferente... quando montou no colo do mais velho, sentiu o membro rijo e latejante, ansioso parar estar dentro de você. Aproveitou para rebolar para frente e para trás, a boca dele escapou para seu pescoço.

- Gostosa.  - sussurrou.

As mãos dele em sua cintura, as suas percorriam o peitoral forte, subiam para o pescoço e brincavam com a parte de trás, onde o cabelo sedoso estava crescidinho.

E então as bocas estavam unidas novamente.

Não demorou muito para que o shortinho do seu pijama ficasse encharcado do seu tesão, afinal estava sendo movimentado para frente e para trás no volume dele. Era inconsiente. Só... precisava fazer aquilo. Se esfregar nele como uma...

- Putinha - ele sussurrou contra seus lábios. Você afastou sua boca da dele, deixando levemente aberta para soltar um gemido.  - Gostou do que eu disse, é?

- Aham - gemeu manhosa - Quiero que me folles, por favor.

Enzo parou os movimentos, segurando bem forte em sua cintura e então no seu pescoço. O pau dele latejou ao ouvir sua vozinha implorando para ser fodida. O sorriso sacana que ele te deu em seguida foi impagável. Você desejou ter uma câmera ali e agora para capturar aquele segundo.

As bocas se conectaram novamente, só que dessa vez, mudaram de posição. Vogrincic estava sobre você e as veias nos braços ficaram proeminentes, pois ele não deixava o peso todo sobre seu corpo.

Da boca para o pescoço.

Do pescoço para os mamilos durinhos.

Dos mamilos durinhos para a barriga à mostra.

E da barriga, cheirou, beijou e lambeu por cima do shorts.

Você se contorcia querendo e precisando de mais.

Enzo tirou os shorts com as mãos e a calcinha com a boca. E então, chegou ao alvo principal. A língua quente e macia entrou em contato com sua entrada quente e molhada. O moreno deu um tapa no clitóris inchado, depois começou a chupar enquanto metia apenas um dedo.

Aí dois.

Você colocou a mão na boca para gemer e a outra segurava o cabelo dele.

O som das ondas era fraquinho, comparado à da sua bucetinha molhada. E ela parecia um banquete exclusivo dele. Enzo se esbaldava, levou uma mão ao pau. Tocava você, tocava ele. Até que você atingiu seu ápice e se derreteu na boca dele.

O gemido saiu alto demais, com tesão demais, depois que percebeu levou a mão aos lábios e arregalou os olhos. O moreno sorriu.

- Shhh, não grita, se não a casa toda vai saber a putinha louca por pica que você é. E eu não to afim de dividir essa bucetinha gostosa com mais ninguém. - depositando um tapinha no clitóris sensível.

Em poucos segundos algumas luzes acenderam no andar de cima, portas se abriram e passos foram ouvidos.  As vozes sussurravam "O que aconteceu?" "O que houve?".

Você teve poucos segundos para raciocinar:  colocou o shorts novamente e foi correndo para o seu sofá. Deitou. Se cobriu com um lençol levinho a medida que os passos se tornavam mais altos. Três? Quatro pessoas? Não saberia dizer.

Quando percebeu que haviam mais pessoas no cômodo gritou novamente, com mais medo do que dá primeira vez.

- Ela está tendo um pesadêlo! - disse seu pai com um toque de humor, ele estava aliviado que a filhotinha dele estava bem. O coro de vozes atrás dele suspirou aliviado, pelo menos não era um invasor.

Enzo riu.

- É... deve estar.

Vogrincic estava voltando para sua sala, os outros adultos subindo as escadas quando seu pai virou para trás e o chamou.

- Ahm... Enzo, se importa de dormir nesse outro sofá mais próximo dela? Achei que alguém tivesse invadido a casa, desse modo, ficaria mais seguro de deixar minha filhinha aqui embaixo.

- Sem problemas, Sr. S/S. - com um sorriso malicioso que não pode ser avistado na penumbra do corredor.

Hiii idk if ur still taking request but if so could u write more Yandere Jake and neytiri plsss

Okay, I’ll write some headcannons for how would Yandere Jake and Neytiri (separately and in a poly) react to the RDA taking you with them.

Not proofread yet

Yandere Jake Sully

He has been human before and he knows how that place works.

He will plan a way to save you right away.

Until that day he is destroying everything that comes into his path, no one can relax him.

Is like he is having a panic attack but instead of loosing his breath he is murdering, hurting, throwing things and every destructive idea you can get.

He is a nerve reck.

Once the day of the attack and rescue has come, he will kill mercilessly everything in his way. He will cause as much pain and trouble as he can. They must feel what he has felt this days.

Once he gets to you his whole body feels weightless. He hugs you tightly and whispers sweet nothings in your ear while continuously killing.

He cries, but I can’t tell you if it is his manipulative yandere side and he is acting to guilt trip you into being near him all the time. Or if he was so scared of loosing his darling that he was actually crying. Either way, he cried.

Yandere Neytiri

The moment she knows that you have been trapped she goes feral.

She won’t stop until she finds you. She will kill and destroy everything and everyone in her path.

She will go alone, maybe followers by those who have seen it happen, but she won’t wait for anyone.

She will rescue you, leaving a trail of dead people behind.

She will hiss at you and she will scream at you for not being careful and scaring her to death. Then she will hug you and let you know how scared she was of loosing you.

Poly!Yandere Jake Sully and Neytiri

Jake seems calmer than her, even though he is also scared to death. He will tell her they need a plan before acting. She will be hissing at him.

They might argue about it, and not “discuss” but argue. Like, the whole Pandora knows they are arguing.

Once they have a plan, which was difficulty settled, they’ll go for you. They do not hesitate in killing for their darling’s safety.

Jake will be the first to get to you, protecting your body with his. He can’t help but purr at the feeling of your body once again in his arms.

Neytiri will also hug you, pulling Jake aside. Even in your poly relationship, when you are in danger they get full yandere mode and forget that they are also each other’s darlings.