Pink heart, pink helmet - Demitra kalogeras x male!reader (fluff)
Tw: None!!!
Requested!! (Male reader teaches Demitra how to skate)
Authors note: I loved writing this so much!!! So sorry for the delay, life is hard
Word count: 750 (approx)
Demitraš
What should I wear?
You
Wear something simple, like a shirt and some pants
Since you do need protection
Demitra š
I cant just wear yours?
You
Nah, doubt they fit
But we can buy you some next to the park
They sell them in all colors, definitely going to be some you like
Demitraš
Even in pink?
You
Even in pink, baby
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You open the store's door, signature squeal being heard as the glass door slides against the wood floor. You stepped aside, letting Demitra go in before going in yourself.
It's a small, comfortable store with the basics. Wax, guards, helmets... basically everything you need to start out, just insanely overpriced
Demitra walks towards the helmet section, immediately starting to look around through different options, picking a few up even but none really catch her eye.
"Do you think I should get this one?" She asks after a few minutes, showing a baby pink helmet with different kinds of pink stars.
"I think you should check out the guards first, get ten matching and all" you say after considering it for a while, knowing she probably wants her elbow and knee protectors to match her helmet. āMaybe I shouldā she says, smiling at you before walking with you towards the side of the store with protectors
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On the way to the park, Demitra looked excited. Both of you engaged in some conversation talking about whatever came to your minds, but as you give her a simple explanation on the first step, she looks far too worried for such a simple thing, eyebrows furrowed and pout visible
The step was simple, just getting on the skateboard and then learning how to keep her balance for a few seconds
"Are you sure this is like, enough protection?" She ask, uncertain . You giggle a bit, think on how you watched people first get on the skateboard with nothing to protect them self in areas were the ground is hard to skate on. āMitra, Iāve seen people start skating barefoot and shirtless on the streets next to the beach, you will be fine"
With that, she takes a little nod, bracing herself to get on, but not before she grabs your hard tight. Once on it, she looks a little dubious of raising her leg, even if you're right there, still holding tight āPromise me if I fall you will catch me" she says, head turning to face you. "Always" You reply, almost as if it's a fact. Which, at least to you, it was. She raises her leg for no longer than five seconds before quickly putting it down on the floor, and repeats this a few times before she starts moving the skateboard slightly.
She smiles at her progress, looking down slightly at you before immediately looking forward, like you taught her on the way here.
You look up at her, following at the same speed, smiling at her progress too. Maybe being a teacher wasnāt so bad after all, or atleast, being Demitras teacher wasnāt.
In the end, you spend hours in the park. She insists on you holding her hand for the first few minutes of trying something new and once she feels sure enough, she makes you trail slowly behind her everytime she moves, you hands out as if you were following a clumsy toddler learning how to walk, but it's the prettiest girl you've ever seen, who also happens to be your girlfriend, learning how to skate because she wants to do this with you.
You catch her every time she gets unsteady, sometimes even stopping her even though she wouldnāt fall, and everytime she would whispers a little āthanksā and kiss you wherever. On your hands, arms, shoulders, wherever of yours was closer to her head at the time. She only falls once, and that one time is on top of you. You're not hurt and neither is sle, but it does end up with both of you laughing on the floor for a lot longer than you should have, not being able to get up as each time would just be met with another wave of laughter from one of you.
heEy, love your writing, could you please do some joost headcanons with an afab reader who is a world renowned professional tennis playerš¾
Joost x Tennis player reader headcannons
Extra note: felt a little better for a while , decided to write this
š¾ Tries to come to as many matches as he can
š¾ Joost is definitely your biggest fan and defender, would argue for you on his spare twitter account
š¾ Gets you food and little snacks your trainer would not approve of
š¾ Good luck kisses before matches or events
š¾ During your free time he might occasionally play matches with you, but always complain you are being āunfairā
āNo, no itās just not fairā He says, after loosing the fourth consecutive match of the afternoon āYou are paying roughā He complains, despite knowing you arenāt actually playing rough, your playing nicer than you do with anyone else
š¾ You guys go out for dinner/lunch every match you can
š¾ When you guys are together in public itās very often you guys get recognized in public but due to the differences between your careers itās usually either a fan of yours or a fan of his, however once in a while a fan of you two recognizes you
A particular special interaction would be the one time a fan said āthis feels like a anime crossover of two animeās who donāt have anything to do with each otherā
I am actually so sorry I am taking so long to post, I have a few things almost done but illness is killing me right now (not literally but I do feel like shit)
pls some joost smut headcanons i am head over heels for that man
Joost Klein smut headcannons
(Both fem and masc reader)
ā®āĖ Might be rough but wonāt hurt you in ways you donāt want
ā®āĖ Absolutely loves oral sex, both giving and receiving.
Skilled, and I mean skilled with that tongue, knows all the right spots to lick and suck at- (afab reader) has absolutely no mercy while eating you out other, wonāt stop even your legs are shacking and your pussy is quivering and/or sore, only stops when heās done (amab reader) gives head like he wants to suck your would of out it, memorized all of the sensitive spots and abuses them when your about to cum, definitely kitten licks your dick to tease and most definitely likes to stick the tip of his tongue in your slit to see your reaction
ā®āĖ Definitely big on hickeys on visible spots and hidden, either because heās possessive or for you to remember for the next few days
ā®āĖ Loud in bed and is not afraid or ashamed of it. If heās enjoying it, you will know it (and so will the neighbors)
ā®āĖ Praise/degradation kink goes crazy with this man, combines both of them but sticks to the one you prefer
ā®āĖ He gets slightly clingy after sex, so he likes those cuddles after, even if you eventually get up to take a shower
āPlease, just a few minutes more, Iām comfortableā
Could I request a smut fic where Joost and reader are playing video games in his lap, and then things escalate from there
Thank you š«¶š½š«¶š½
Mario Kart - Joost Klein x fem!reader smut
Summary: An innocent Mario kart match quickly turns interesting as Joost tries to distract you from the race
Extra note: thank you so much for the request love, however I am incapable of writing smut without adding a bit of fluff, forgive me.
Tw: Smut(?) (let me know if I need to add anything)
Word count: 1115 (more or less)
āFuck you!ā Joost called out, albeit with no venom and in between little giggles after your little elbow shove had made him drop his remote controller, evidently giving you a few seconds of advantage. You laughed a bit, but still kept your focus on the most intense Mario Kart race of your life. Neither of you were the biggest Mario Kart fans, however the one which loses this race has to make dinner and getting up right now seemed like the biggest inconvenience in the world.
It was fun whenever you did this, trying to beat each other despite the fact that you both knew the chances of just settling for takeout were getting higher by the second. Joost surprisingly still hasn't caught up with you, almost certainly securing your win. You were so focused on the race playing on the screen that you didn't feel Joost straightening his back behind you, head slowly inching closer and closer to your neck. You flinched slightly at the feeling of his teeth going straight for your neck, biting and sucking your sensitive spot, not even giving you time to process anything before you almost dropped your controller. Worst part is that through all of this, he didn't peel his eyes away from the screen, actually using your little slip up to his advantage
āJoost, that's not fair! That's cheatingā You said, trying to sound as leveled as possible, knowing that if he knew how affected you were that would just encourage him further.
He didn't need any sound from you to know you were affected by his assault on your neck, your squirming and the little bead of sweat falling from you forehead said it all āYou were cheating too, when you hit meā Joost retorted back, whispered in your ear, only stopping to get his words across and then going back to sucking on your neck.
As you opened your mouth, Joost decided to bite particularly hard, causing a loud gasp to be heard across the room. You felt him smirk against your neck before moving to attack somewhere else. You finally dropped your controller, but the race had left your mind long ago, now only being able to focus on the others lips. His hand left his own controller too, snaking over to the front part of your torso, tugging slightly on your shirt āCan I take this off?ā He asked, you nodded before helping him to remove the top, throwing it somewhere you both weren't paying attention too. He started moving both of your positions, you blindly moved with him, leaving you lying underneath him, on top of the couch. His shirt was quickly thrown too, and you pulled him into a kiss before you could even process what you were doing.
The kiss, for what you were doing, was surprisingly tender. Not as hungry as the ones you usually had in moments like these, but not innocent either. Only ever pulling away for a few seconds to catch your breath.
āCan I take this off?ā He asks in one of the few intermissions between your kisses, fingers hocking on the waistline of your pants. You nodded, desperately wanting him to get going with it. He pulled down our pants and underwear in one swift movement, not bothering to fully take it off before moving himself in between your legs, quickly continuing with your previous makeout session. Eventually, his lips left your own, and started slowly to move downwards, biting and sucking mostly gentle marks into your skin but occasionally leaving a darker mark, as if wanting it to stay longer. Little moans escaped your mouth, but you were biting you lip making sure nothing too embarrassing came out. After what felt like hours of torture to you, he finally reached your lower abdomen leaving a gentle kiss before traveling down to your pussy, before gently blowing on it. You let out a louder moan at the feeling of cold air against your wet folds. āYouĀ“re so wet, huh?ā Joost says, smiling before leaning in to kiss them.
A little broken mixture of a gasp and moan escaped your mouth, the loudest of the night. Your hands reached his hair, about to shove him closer for him to just hurry but he moved away before you could reach him. āNot tonightā
You could hear him pulling down his own pants and boxers in a hurry, getting his dick out and pumping his dick a few times before opening a condom and quickly rolling on a condom. He lined himself up with your pussy, extending his hand so you could hold it, which you quickly accepted as he slowly sank in. The first few moments were always the most difficult for you, no matter how many times you did this you never seemed to get used to his size, much less when he first entered you, Joost knew this, and the hand holding was something that he had started and had just become the usual, a simple gesture that helped so much. You squeezed his hand tighter and tighter, making sure not to hurt him, until he bottomed down. You let out a little gasp of relief, waiting a few seconds for your body to get ready so you could tell the other to continue.
He leaned down and planted a tiny kiss on your forehead, before whispering āDon't worry, take all the time you need, there is no rushā emphasizing his statement with a kiss on your cheek and then leaving one on your mouth for a good measure. A peck, something not longer than a few seconds but it managed to convey so much, so much trust, love, reassurance. You let out another exhale before speaking up āYou can move, please, moveā
He started moving slowly, making sure not to hurt you and staring intently at your face to see if he could see any signs of discomfort or hurt in your face, but only watching your face scrunch up into pleasure as you let out more and more moans as his pace quickened. His thrust were hitting all the right spots, some particularly harder or deeper than other sending chills down your spine, running your mind completely, unable to formulate sentences
āAh fuck, you feel so good, soo goodā Joost too was a mess, babeling something above you, but still more composed and aware than you were. His free hand, the one that wasn't holding yours, ending up in your pussy. He slowly started rubbing the areas around your clit, not focusing on it but not avoiding it either, teasing you a bit. You weren't even sure when you had started swearing or begging but you were. In your desperate state you could still tell you were mostly muttering nonsense, but Joost seemed to get the message as he finally started rubbing your clit just like you liked it, not too fast but not too slow, not too hard but not too soft.
It didn't take you long to cum after, clenching tightly as the shocks of your orgasm rolled through your body, leaving your legs trembling slightly. It didnāt take long before Joost finished too, coming with a grunt and collapsing on top of you, having already been tired before you even started. His face nuzzled into your neck, wrapping one arm around whatever he could have you and the other still holding tightly onto your hand.