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୨ৎ one of the family · oscar piastri

oscar piastri has somehow become part of the leclerc family, just… not for the reason everyone assumes.

pairing: oscar piastri x leclerc!fem reader requested: yes!! hope this delivers warnings: use of y/n, slightly inaccurate timeline for plot purposes, oscar piastri leclerc propaganda, mentions of alexandra and other members in charles’ family. also this is just for fun and obviously fiction, i'm not trying to reflect any person in real life ‹3

a/n: helloooo i promise i didn’t die. i’m slowly restarting requests <3 also brace yourselves because the next request i'm posting is pure angst...

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Boyfriend Patrick Jane x Fem!CBI Agent!Reader

AN:This is my first ever writing thing, I apologize for any misspelling or bad editing(there was non). Please give me feed back if you can!

Boyfriend Patrick Jane who can read your mood the second you walk into a room. Skipped breakfast? He’ll know. case affecting you more then your letting on? He knows. Hurt your shoulder taking down a suspect? He defiantly knows. He knows how you work. You’ll tell him when your ready, but when you find a half a sandwich and a coffee on your desk while he’s half asleep on his favoured couch, you know he knows. When you ask how, he just smiles.

Boyfriend Patrick Jane whom with nicknames are consistent at work, always “Y/L/N” or “agent”. At home? Never, always your name, “My sunshine” “sweetheart” “darling” (or “trouble” if he wants to get you riled).

Boyfriend Patrick Jane When on cases You’re one of the only people who can actually call him out at work, or make him make good decisions( or at least let you in on the bad ones)

Boyfriend Patrick Jane Who has the habit of putting himself in dangerous situations with no back up, but since starting to date you, he lets you pull him back.

“Patrick-“

“Yes?”

“Absolutely not.”

Boyfriend Patrick Jane who is protective, and while he knows you can absolutely fight your own battles, sometimes he takes over before you can. Someone raised their voice at you? “Don’t talk to her like that.” Sometimes when he’s already riled and someone verbally insults you, he’ll yell. He doesn’t like to, but no one hurts you and gets away like it’s nothing.

Boyfriend Patrick Jane And your house. Neither of you are exactly the most tidy, your house (after moving into a new place, not the same house in which Patrick lost his family) is homey. Lived in but not messy. Books and journals scattered. Shelves full. But you’re happy with it.

Boyfriend Patrick Jane Who admits always that You’re his happy place. Simple as that. Your nights at home consist of cooking, tea, old movies, you reading on the couch, him pretending to read while in reality he’s just staring at you. “Jane, you’re staring” you’ll say without looking up from your book. “Yeah I am.” He says with that signature smile.

Boyfriend Patrick Jane who is a do now, deal with later person. But, now you’re his voice of reason. Even if you’re not there you’re on his mind, he has someone to think about again. Now he starts to think before he acts. He still has slip ups, but he apologizes and promises he’s working on it.

Boyfriend Patrick Jane who has no shame about his love for you. He loves not loud, but passionately. He is like a love sick puppy with you. While PDA is on the down low at work, at home? He can’t keep his hands off you. Not nessarcily sexual, but just that he needs to have some kind of contact with you.

Boyfriend Patrick Jane who would never admit it but you getting mad at him kinda turns him on. He’s out of line, he put himself in the middle of something he shouldn’t have, his perfect girl is there to yell at him. And he is Smiling the entire time, cause he is exactly where he wants to be

drinkerofpepper

It's been awhile

4k+ words

Summary: you had been working with Patrick Jane for awhile at the CBI one night you stay late to talk about the case. One thing leads to another... The next morning your gone

Content: Patrick Jane x female reader / suggestive content/ making out in public/ hurt/comfort / kidnapping/ reader gets punched and stabbed:( / confessing fellings / if I forgot something please let me know

An : I am so excited to post this! This is my first time writing for Patrick Jane I just started watching The mentalist about a month ago I'm almost finished season 2 and this man has been on my mind non-stop. If you have any requests regarding this character please let me know but !!!!no spoilers please!!!

You sat on that leather couch with your feet on Jane's lap. The rest of the team had gone home. And Cho had just finished his paperwork. He told you both to get some sleep. Before he left the office.

Most of the lights were off. It was so quiet. You normally never stayed behind, but something about this case was different. You had something on the tip of your tongue but you couldn't quite get there yet you didn't have enough evidence.

“You feel guilty.” you lift your head from the arm rest. Jane's eyes are closed. Like they've been for the last half hour.

“What?” He always does this. You don't know why you humour him every time. Maybe because you're soft on him. Many people think he's a pain in the ass when he somehow manages to read your mind and share it with everyone around. But you never minded it. You were a pretty open book anyways.

“You feel guilty because you need more evidence. You feel guilty because you want more. And the only way to get more is for another girl to die. You don't want that but you need it, hence guilty.” He says with his eyes still closed.

You rolled your eyes and let your head fall back. Right again

“You're right” you hear Jane hum. You sit up “I do feel guilty. We need more evidence. Obviously this guy's a cereal we just need him to…”

mindless-existence1

HIIII i’ve been loving all your patrick jane works so much!!!! I was wondering if you could write a story in which rigsby and the reader realize they are kind of in the same predicament, they both think they are having hopeless one sided crushes. maybe as a last resort they decise that they shpuld kind of couple up in an attempt to make van pelt and patrick jealous? i just love the thought of patrick jane being jealous 🤣🤣🤭

Jealous? Only a little bit

Authors Note: I lowk made reader and Rigsby like best friends but I dig it so whateves. Also ignore how kinda buns the fic is pls and thank u Word Count: 3,815 Requests Open!!!

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The Bet Nobody Won

Word Count: 1724

Summary: When the CBI team starts teasing Patrick Jane and Y/N L/N about their undeniable chemistry, Patrick finds himself spending more time making her laugh than solving cases. From playful arguments over tea and stolen fries to a disastrous charity gala and a cozy power outage at the office, their friendship slowly blossoms into something more. Filled with witty banter, quiet moments, and Patrick's trademark charm, this fluffy romance follows two people who discover that the happiest days are often the simplest ones—especially when they're spent together. 💘

If there was one thing the California Bureau of Investigation could agree on, it was this:

Patrick Jane was impossible.

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Piña Colada

patrick jane x fem!reader

summary: Patrick Jane never felt the same for you, so getting a boyfriend sounded like a good idea. When things don't go well, Jane doesn't look as sorry as he says he is. Based on this request.

tags: tiny bit of angst, fluff in the end, jealous Jane, fell first vs fell harder, reader is so in love, missing someone when it's too late, girls' night out (to gossip about the bf and Jane), first name basis with Lisbon, happy ending, reader is flirty but also shy

word count: 4.1k

notes: I'm cursed with finishing my one shots late at night and then being too tired to proofread it myself (luckily someone did it for me). At the same time, I'm too impatient and can't wait to post. Hope that whoever requested this will like it!!

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Patrick Jane has been your co-worker for five months now. You were fully smitten by him just one week in—meaning that the past four months and seven days were torture.

Having a crush was one thing, but having a crush that happened to be working at the same place as you was another. His presence invaded your space everywhere.

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- The Mentalist headcanons -

Pick a CBI member, get 1 dirty thing they like about you being plus size

[Content Warning: I don't think there's anything to be worried about? The NSFW is mild and not too explicit, uhhh do I put disclaimer for subtle sub/dom dynamic with Lisbon? Probably yeah? And Cho's part talks about the act of sex, Grace's part talks or maybe just hints at - I can't tell - about feederism. And maybe a little bit of sub/dom feel with Grace. Also there might be typos. I tried to make everyone's part the same length]

Reader is written as female

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Patrick Jane

Oh, Jane thinks women of all sizes are stunning. He adores women and thinks any woman carries some sort of beauty within her.

But a woman that's a little bigger and is all plush and warmth? Now that's something he secretly drools over late at night.

He's never really dated a plus size woman, because back when he was a fake psychic, he wasn't really a good person...

He was prejudiced, snobby, and just not really as kind as he made himself appear. So, you're his first plus size woman, which means... that he's quite eager to try things...

Mainly he wonders about how it feels to have you on top of him, squeezing him with your body and putting that satisfying feeling of pressure on his own body.

And Jane is Jane, which means that if he's curious about something, he'll explore it. So, rather soon into your relationship, he'll be trying to get you to sit on top of him.

And regardless of whether or not you refuse out of fear of crushing him, he'll have you straddling him, your plush thighs squeezing around his waist, your warm core pressed against his clothed length, in about a week - he'd make you agree much sooner if he wanted to, but he likes a little thrill and chase, a little... edging, if you will.

And let me tell you, he could get drunk on the feeling of when you plop down on top of him with all your weight.

The pressure of your body pressing against him, and your warm plush almost attempting to merge with his own body, is just so stimulating to his ever-bored brain.

Jane especially loves when your huge thighs are at his sides, caging him in, and he can lean back, look up into your eyes with a lazy smile while his hands rest at the crook of where your upper thighs meet your stomach, right where he can feel the hem of your underwear.

But in that position, he also loves cupping your waist with his warm hands, his fingers digging into your plump skin from the back while his thumbs press and rub into it from the front.

But because Jane is Jane, this intimacy also includes teasing. A thing Jane specifically does when he has you like this is slide one of his hands under your shirt from the back, pressing it into your lower back to make you arch it while he makes direct eye contact and says "Fix your posture, darling. Your back should hurt from other things, not bad posture".

And you should also know that he'll have you sit on top of him at the CBI, in front of the team, absolutely shamelessly.

And if anyone - likely Lisbon - tells him how inappropriate that is, he just gives that smartass, charming smile of his, squeezes you so tight you give a soft yelp, and goes "People casually use weighed plush toys, blankets, and such in public. But when I do it, suddenly it's taboo? What happened to support of emotional support?".

Sometimes Jane has you sit with your back to his chest though, and when that happens, he leans forward, wraps his arms around your midsection and presses his forehead into your shoulder blade - he usually does that when he's had a long day.

But if you end up in this position even despite Jane not feeling drained, he'd rest his chin on your shoulder, or he'd relax with his lips pressed into your shoulder - ideally if you are wearing some tank top or off shoulder shirt that gives him free access to your skin.

But be aware, if your shoulder is revealed, Jane also has the tendency to nip at the skin on that spot, and usually when he nips at your shoulder, he then follows through with a kiss before tracing his lips up your skin til he can give a soft and short suck to your pulse point.

The thing Jane loves the most about you on top of him though, is the fact that you pin him down and he can barely move.

He loves the feeling of being completely trapped under you, unable to wiggle free unless you lift that cute, plump butt - but most of the time, Jane has you sit on him for so long that his lower body ends up going numb, yet, even then, he doesn't want you get off of him.

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Teresa Lisbon

Now, Lisbon is the one who has technically had the most experience with plus size women.

One experience was that when she was around 8, she had a chubby female friend who she played house with and even was "married" to.

Another experience was that during high school, Lisbon had a crush on a mid sized girl, but it never really grew into anything more because at that time, Lisbon was focused on getting only the best grades and raising her brothers.

And during college, she shared a night with her plus size classmate - but that was about it.

Yet still, similarly to Jane, she's not properly dated a plus size girl until you came along.

And now that she's gotten with you, a completely brand new guilty pleasure unlocked in her brain - and that is dressing you up.

Now, that doesn't sound dirty, I know, I know, but hold on for a sec and trust me on this.

As the CBI team leader, Lisbon definitely has quite a good pay - she likely makes enough to be able to afford some really good treats for you.

And, her guilty pleasure is picking clothes for you. But it's clothes that you'd most likely not wear in public. I'm talking about quite the risque outfits.

She'd buy you those tight, form fitting outfits that perfectly trace every curve of yours. Or, she'd dress you up in a simple, but see-through dress shirt with a really fancy, lace bra. Or she'd find something that barely covers your intimate parts while the rest of your skin is free and visible.

Her favourite outfits to buy you, though, are definitely those that show off your cute, pudgy belly. Doesn't matter if the outfit is just tight and trails your curves like second skin, or if it's an outfit that is cut in a way to have your belly fully or partly visible. She just loves it and it definitely has her getting some... ideas...

Lisbon buys you things only half of the time though. The other half of the time, she prefers to take you personally to a clothing store and have you try on whatever she picks - and the clothes often don't even get purchased at the end.

And it doesn't need to be anything revealing. To Lisbon, seeing you in something that compliments your figure is arousing enough. Oftentimes, these little shopping trips last only for a little because Lisbon gets so hot and bothered that if she weren't so composed and controlled, she'd take you right in the changing room.

But she knows how to control herself, so, most of the time, she just watches you try walking in the outfit she picked, tells you to turn around for her so that she can see you from all angles and see how the outfit hugs you just so right that each tiny movement you make shows off how your squishy body wiggles a little.

And then, later, when you're standing by the mirror, checking how you look, she approaches and her dominant hand lightly raises to trace your curves before setting her cold palm across your love handle and leaning to your ear, muttering "You look good...".

But that isn't all just yet - because Lisbon also really likes outfits that have some accessories attached to them, and/or have a zipper on the back.

She doesn't know a better feeling than cramming herself into the tiny changing room with you, barely having enough room to move without skin on skin contact with you, and then fixing a tie, a bow or just something on your outfit as an excuse to touch you.

And when she zips ups your tight fitting dress or clips some buttons on the back of your outfit, her hands touch you so lightly that it tickles and it's more of a ghost of a touch rather than a needy grab full of passion even despite how much the closure sets her core on fire.

And you'll definitely be begging her with your eyes to take you right then and there during these moments - and her brain will too. And who knows, maybe the by-the-book Lisbon will cave at some point and give you quite the shopping experience...

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Kimball Cho

Cho is an interesting one. He doesn't really care about the size of his woman. He'll love you regardless of how you look, if you're his woman, you're his woman and that's just it.

Don't be misled though, Cho can definitely appreciate a bigger woman. He's the kind of guy to say that being with a big woman is good because you got something to grab.

He's really disciplined and stoic, and focused on his job though, so Cho likely doesn't go around having a fling after fling, hence the closest he's been to a plus size woman would be when he's talked to that cute chubby barista at the cafe downtown that he's frequented at some point.

But like I've said, Cho is the kind of guy to appreciate a pudgy woman because you got something to hold onto - and that's exactly what keeps him going when it comes to you.

To put it simply, Cho is a sucker for holding onto you. While in public he's much more guarded in his affection and need for you, at home he's constantly touching you with his hands in some way.

For example, when you're at your shared flat, sitting on the couch together, Cho pressing the buttons on the TV remote to pick something the two of you could watch, his free hand is rested on your thigh, his fingers pressing and massaging into your skin in a repetitive motion.

His touch tends to be quite firm and strong - Cho hits the gym regularly after all - and the way he touches you, even during something as simple as couching, is enough to get your blood running. But Cho doesn't even blink, fully focused on the TV even if you whine to him.

Or another example would be when he takes you to a private gym session with him under the guise that you can watch him work out, and then he'll either ask you if you wanna join him or he asks you to pass him some sort of equipment.

And then, when you try some exercise or if you try to pass him the thing he asked for, you end up with an incorrect posture, and he immediately jumps in to correct you as an excuse to touch you.

Like, he'll come over to you, grab you by the hips with those big, warm hands of his and try to correct you - but he'll go about it slow, his voice purring into your ear as he instructs you on how the thing is done, and he makes sure to deliver a really hard, intense squeeze of your hips with his hands.

And don't get me started on in-bed intimacy. Because let me tell you - to Cho, gripping onto you while you're getting dirty in the sheets is an absolute must.

He absolutely adores when he gets to be on top of you, his calloused hands gripping so tight onto your plush hips that it sends pain through your body, and he's pounding into you with all his strength, making your cute, soft plush bounce with every delivered thrust of his. He loves how he can so easily make your plump body move.

But gripping onto you while being on top of you isn't his #1 position to pleasure you. His most favourite position is having you in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist while he props you against the wall, and he gets to dig his fingers into your huge thighs to support your weight as he pounds his length into your wet core - and don't worry, Cho is a pro at heavy lifting, so lifting you up isn't something that would frighten him.

A lot of times, after your sex sessions, you'll end up with crescent shaped marks or hand shaped bruises on your body - usually your thighs, hips and waist, and sometimes your ribs.

Post sex, Cho's favourite activity is laying in bed with you with one of his hands being rested on your soft, plush stomach and feeling the pudge under his fingers.

Oftentimes, during such moments, his fingers would be kneading your stomach, occasionally giving the pudge a soft pinch for his own satisfaction.

Most of the time, Cho wouldn't say much when he's resting with you like this, but it would be obvious that Cho is fully content and at peace, his world feeling less rugged and cold.

The most Cho says during these moments is a short and simple "you good?" to check if he wasn't too rough with you. And then he just lays there with you, enjoying the feeling of your weight and warmth pressed into his body.

And if he doesn't need to go to work or somewhere else, he'll stay in bed with you for as long as you want and need.

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Wayne Rigsby

Rigsby is a sweetheart. He's a man who loves you as you are and for who you are, and things like looks are secondary.

He's a little shy, so his experiences with plus size women - or women altogether - are not that big.

He's likely dated a cute plus size girl during high school and he thought he'd marry her, have kids and spend his life with her - but his father had never been a good man, so he likely criticized and bullied Rigsby's date so much that Rigsby was forced to break up with her.

But now he's an adult and rarely in contact with his father - so, he's free to love whoever he wants.

When it comes to you, Rigsby has a really specific obsession - he absolutely can't get enough of seeing you in his clothes. Doesn't matter if it's a random shirt, a hoodie or the dress shirt he wears to work. He's just obsessed.

But if we're being honest, you putting on his dress shirts that he wears to work is definitely the easiest way - technically a shortcut - to have Rigsby flustered, drooling, and... hard.

There's just something about the way that your pudgy body fills out his clothes - especially the way your belly and breasts do. Some clothes of his might not even properly fit you, but even if you tear his shirt a little, he won't mind, he'll proudly wear it with a tear in it.

And speaking of too small clothes - Rigsby is quite addicted to you putting on a shirt of his that's a little too small for you and is so tight on your body that you can't really move without the risk of completely tearing the shirt apart.

You being restrained and trapped in his clothes scratches something in his brain just right. It's a guilty pleasure.

And if there's anything that'd make this even better, it's definitely you wearing his shirt, dress shirt or a jacket with nothing but your panties underneath - yes, no bra involved.

Rigsby loves how your huge breasts just flop without a bra. He finds the look to be natural and arousing.

And if there's anything that keeps Rigsby going, then it's you walking around your shared flat like this - wearing just his shirt and panties, no bra on. That's his absolute drug.

Rigsby knows nothing better than returning home after a long shift, and finding you just waltzing around the place in his worn shirt and a pair of your cute underwear. He also likes the view because your breasts bounce and sway a little as you walk with no bra on.

Oftentimes, this mere view ends up leading to a whole night of shared passion between the two of you. But sometimes, Rigsby just ends up soothed. If he's had a long and particularly rough shift, seeing you dressed like this puts his mind at ease.

During the nights he returns home after a bad case, all that Rigsby craves is to come to you and take ahold of you, hug you tight and feel your plump body pressed into his. And the best part would be getting in bed with you - but not to do the dirty, but rather to just rest with you in his arms.

On the nights he doesn't feel like getting intimate, Rigsby prefers to lay in bed with you. But, a specific thing he does when these moments come around is that he likes to hook a finger under the hem of your underwear. There's no sexual intent behind this, he's just seeking comfort.

And if his shift was especially bad, Rigsby doesn't just tangle your bodies together and rest his hand on you in a way to have one finger attached to your underwear. He also likes to rest his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat.

And what adds to the soothing factor is... huge breasts. To Rigsby, there's nothing better than coming home after an ugly shift, getting in bed with you and burying the side of his face into your bust, his ear pressed over the spot where your heart is, your breathing pushing his head up and down like calming tides gently rocking a ship.

Grace Van Pelt

Grace is the youngest one on the list. She's gentle and sweet, but desperately wants to prove that she's the right fit for the job.

Due to this, it'd take quite a while for her to end up dating you, because - especially in the earlier seasons - she wants to focus on her career and be taken seriously without unnecessary drama like workplace affair or a nasty breakup.

And yet, she's such a romantic at heart. And though she's never really thought of dating a woman, the moment she saw you, she knew you were the one.

Don't be fooled though, Van Pelt has quite the kinky streak. She's curious and willing to explore a lot. And having a plus size girlfriend definitely opens up a lot of interesting doors for her.

The one thing Grace discovered a love for would be feederism - sounds basic, and of course, not all plus size people eat a lot, but hear me out.

Grace is a natural provider, she's the kind of girl that'd bake a sponge cake and bring it to work for the team just because.

And the idea that she comes home after a long shift, and she gets to wind down by preparing you and feeding you some easy snack is just so cute, but also low-key kinky.

But, Van Pelt's most favourite feeding time would definitely be when she's cooking or baking, and she has you next to her as her personal taster.

She knows nothing better than taking a tea spoon and dipping it into the pot with some soup or a bowl with dough, scooping a little of the substance up and then bringing it to your lips for you to taste her culinary adventure.

There's just something about how you just so obediently open up your mouth the moment she encourages you with just a little press of the spoon against your cute lips.

And she can't help but praise you every time after you take in all she gives you - and if you don't, she encourages you so gently that your knees are turning to jello just from hearing her speak to you that way.

But, the best part would be when a little bit of whatever substance she had you taste ends up staining or dripping down your lower lip.

Because then she has the excuse to touch your cute pudgy face - she always uses one hand to softly cup your full cheeks and tilt your head, while she uses the thumb on her free hand to carefully wipe off the droplet off your lips.

Oftentimes though, Van Pelt would wait for just a moment to have the substance drip down your chin too, because she's secretly a sucker for caressing the soft pudge under your chin - the "double chin" as someone might call it.

But if you think that's not enough, then I'll let you know that Grace doesn't just like to wipe the smear off your face.

Because some days, she does more than that. Some days she can't help it because you're just too sweet looking, and she straight up ends up kissing the droplet off your lips.

And if that's still not enough: here and there she might let the substance drip down your chin, but she don't use her hand to clean your face - she'll use her tongue.

She'll just go ahead and give a slow and long lick to your face, from your chin up to your lips before planting a hungry kiss to your plump lips.

And oftentimes, a single kiss isn't really where this ends...

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swanofaheart

Hello can I request a Patrick Jane fic if that's ok with you?

greedy

notes: didnt know what to do and another person kinda asked something familiar so i am going to do one fluff fic and a smut one k? anyway i'll write lots of pj fics, smut, angst, fluff etc so stay tuned and thanks for the waiting Xx hope u like it

ps yes i have a problem with praising and breeding kink i try not to put it in every fic but sometimes it just drives me mad

tags: patrick jane x fem!reader, p in v, finger play, fingers on mouth, sexual romantic stablished relationship, smut, reader has hair.

you wake up to the sound of leaves falling and birds singing. a deep autumn has been around for about a week. parts of your brain almost feel worried about getting late to work but somewhere, it remembers its saturday.

but you also wake up to the feeling of your needy boyfriend grinding his lenght against your now wet cunt, what a day!

"well look who just woke up" he says, voice trembling in neediness. "hi sweetheart" patrick whispers as he starts kissing your face. the position you're in is quite comfortable. you're laying on your back, bare body, and he's resting his head on your chest, or well, was, now he's giving you sloppy sleepy kisses.

"god i've missed you" he says, caressing your hair again. he is very sweet, that's his nature. but when he wants to feel your cunt wrapping him up he just doesn't stop praising you.

your relationship with patrick is now about 2 years old. you know, with little knowledge of psychology (compared to his) that couples after the honeymoon phase that lasts about 3 months, begin to fight.

but you also know that they begin to stop fucking. and at first, this thought made you quite melancholic, because if even one fraction of the times you make love is gone, you wouldn't know how you'd make it through the day.

but let me tell you that patrick has made sure that none of that happened!

your gummy walls are filled with his cock at least two times a day, flesh pounding in and out of you. deep thrusts hitting your G spot, your greedy pussy pulling him in and followed by a sound of satisfaction was a daily scenario.

as you truly wake up now, you switch positions, you're on your side and he couldn't say he isn't a bit dissapointed that you turned around, he misses the contact of your sweet cunt with his warm head. so he turns to the side too, embracing you, getting closer.

"hi" you tell him, sounding almost shy, its really the fact that you just woke up and the sense of dizziness you get when he caresses the curve of your ass with the throbbing tip of his manhood "missed ya too" you say, with all the effort left in you before you close your eyes again.

patrick watched your eyes get sensitive at the contact with the light that came from the window.

"come on love, please, just do it for me I- I need you right now" patrick says, his lenght, leaking with pre cum, traveling unsteadily from the curve of your ass to your clit, his whole body being against you made your desire to wake up incredibly higher, almost inaudible noises came from your mouth, but jane, committed to his job, catches his eye in the little details.

plus, the fact that your boyfriend, who is usually wearing a boyish smile and cocky attitude, is now confessing that he needs you, almost pathetic if someone else were in this scenario. but not to you. to you, it was a work of art; this kind of moments with patrick were your favourite ones. the ones where he let himself be.

"your greed sickens me" you manage to say, hoping he wouldn't notice your smile.

his head, which is now resting up next to yours tilts to the back and does the frown you adore when he thinks "well actually, many philosophers wouldn't agree with you, doll" his hand goes from caressing your lower stomach to caressing your hair, stroking every strand just like you like it "for example, one of my favourites, Diogenes the Cynic, believed that greed begins the moment you-"

and as long as he looked obnoxiously hot when he got all nerdy, your needs made fog on your mind since he started rubbing himself against your dripping hole. your fingers went to his mouth, precious lips smiling at you before closing to pursue one of jane's greatest habilities.

much could think that patrick's greatest skill was noticing every single thing. others may think he actually is a psychic and he can talk with the dead. but patrick's true, perfected with practice (with you) talent was sucking; whether it was your cunt, breasts, fingers, ice cream, whatever, he was just soo good at it.

strings of saliva laving the limbs of your hand, filthy sounds of his tongue wrapping around your fingers made your brainfog grow. you felt like a filthy whore, maybe you were.

you look up at your hand, at him, amused, stupid sleepy grin of satisfaction appearing on your face. why the fuck did the simple action of patrick sucking your fingers turn you on so much? the answer is loud and clear: because its patrick. everything he did kinda turned you on.

"come on doll, how much time am I going to have to beg you to make love to me? hm?" his low tone of voice and cocky grin made your heart skip a beat. his pleading eyes made you take mercy of him (not really, you wanted to jump his bones almost as much as he did)

"well" you say, getting on top of him, he immediately got the picture and he sat up against the bed frame. you align your entrance with his thick and long greediness as you say "you, patrick jane, are a very very lucky guy".

you feel every inch and vein of him filling you, making you feel complete. he tilts his head back, letting it touch the wall and opens his mouth, both in awe of how beautiful you look bouncing on him and how safe and tight you are.

sweet words coming out of his mouth rentlessly, giving time to adjust yourself at the base of his cock. his hands stroke your hair, not pulling, just caressing it. his eyes never leaving yours

"i know you can- gosh- i know you can do this sweetheart. go on. take your time" his words filled with a mix of love and lust, making your knees weaker.

he let his free hand rest on your lower back. and of course this man has to have his mouth ocuppied on something. wheter is talking or sucking or eating. he started alternating between each one of your tits, nibbling your nipples, tasting them and kissing the bruises he left last night around the area. patrick loved kissing you, obviously. but sometimes he'd resist his needs and give himself an extra award, kissing you just after you finished, like something he has to earn by making you feel good and only gets to receive the prize after he pays for it: making you come.

as you start getting your pace back, deliberating slow and deep thrusts, the wet sounds your intimate embrace made, heavy breathing, the matress sounds answering to your movements and the ocasional moans you two made, your cunt started to wrap tighter around him, your pace getting more uneven and faster than before.

"god- patty- i can't take it" a considerate amount of curses were said as you could feel your high aproaching, and so did he.

"you- you're doing so good f'me love. come with me. please" patrick managed to say between whimpers, the hand that once caressed your hair now playing mindlessly with your clit.

you almost scream as you come to your high, patrick's lips muffling the sound with a sweet, hungry kiss. thick ropes of fluids made your bonding feel somehow stronger (and stickier).

tired and heavy breathing started to calm down as he stayed inside of you, now chest to chest, comforting you and stroking your back.

"my girl. you did soo well" you felt kisses all over your face, red and swollen lips continued kissing him.

"oh patty. ew. ew!" a rush of disgust following by one of laughter impacted you as you moved away a liiiittle bit and the fluids you've built up and stored inside of you now re appear on parts of patrick's stomach.

patrick didn't even notice since he was to busy pecking and licking your breasts. "oh no! too bad! now we've got to shower together love!"

"lame. such a laaame excuse ah!"

patrick wastes no time on picking you up, carrying you like a princess (aren't you one in his eyes?) to take a long, heartwarming bath with him. which, if you're not thaaat tired, it will be a commemoration of the events that happened earlier that night.

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a/n: wow another written in an evening frenzy unedited patrick jane x reader fic has hit the me blog. inspired by that one whump post i reblogged a bit ago and also my unending love of hurt comfort. enjoy y'all ♥️

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It's all gone to shit.

That's an understatment.

You peel your eyes open. Shift your weight every so slowly. Your joints scream in protest. Everything aches. You can feel the splinters of wood on your palms from your attempts at escaping. They're needles to your nerves, pinpricks of white hot pain under your skin; a reminder of pain. Of sensation. Of being alive.

There's that, at least.

Oh, and the gunshot wound in your shoulder that's still bleeding.

You try not to think about if you'll be alive for much longer.

breniii

The Betsy Maneuver

Patrick Jane

Sumary: It was supposed to be a boring desk job, but between Jane’s cryptic tests and his paper-folding habits, she’s starting to realize that "babysitting" is just a fancy word for joining the circus.

Word Count: 1.9 k

Warnings: None, just fluff, fluff, and more fluff... and really, really bad jokes. Based on that one scene of the Elvis stain. Third person narrator but she doesn't have a name (it could be you, my love). A/N and taglist at the end!

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“Wow. There’s a stain on the ceiling that looks like Elvis, but today it looks more like a... basset hound.”

Patrick Jane had a small, persistent habit of thinking out loud—mostly when he assumed he was alone, or when no one was actually listening. Sometimes, he simply pointed things out because a detail struck him, regardless of whether it was appropriate or even relevant. It was all part of his 'charm.'

He was currently sprawled across the camel-colored leather sofa in the bullpen, a piece of furniture he’d claimed as his sovereign territory since his first day at the CBI. He was, for all intents and purposes, alone—except for the new agent tucked away at a desk she was forced to share with Van Pelt until a proper space opened up.

By default, she had been tasked with 'Jane-duty.' Her job was to ensure he didn’t pull any stunts while the rest of the team was in the field, spring a trap for a prime suspect in their current case.

She let out a long, jagged sigh. It was the third time this week she’d been benched to watch him. And while she didn't exactly hate the man, she wanted to be out there, in the heat of the action, not buried under a mountain of paperwork with a man who, despite her silent prayers, seemingly didn't know how to shut up.

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✶ featuring ──── Oscar Piastri, Kimi Antonelli, Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, George Russell, Max Verstappen.

✶ warnings ──── accidental property damage, established relationship, domestic setting, soft boyfies, fluff, comfort, dry humor, gentle teasing.

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wait, you're famous? | oscar piastri

synopsis: since moving in with your roommate, there was something about him you couldn't really put your finger on. he was always away in various countries, always secretive and never mentioned his work.

note: roommate!oscar my beloved!! i always have the urge to write roommate stories lol it's such a good trope 🥹 this one is more of a platonic story but i could definitely continue this into romance.

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The first few months of living with your new roommate Oscar had been interesting to say the least. Moving countries was something that had stressed you out immensely, and the last thing you needed was an awful roommate to top it off so you were grateful he was a nice guy. He was always willing to help you out with directions or point out nice dinner spots in the city. Despite being a little disorganised, you could tell he also tried his best to keep the communal areas tidy, although you did dread to imagine the horrors that existed beyond his bedroom door. His shelves in the fridge were either packed to the brim with every food imaginable or completely barren with only a solitary ketchup bottle holding the fort - you imagined his room would be similar.

"Y/n," Oscar was in the middle of making himself a questionable sandwich at the kitchen counter. It seemed like he had simply taken everything from the fridge to put between the slices of bread. You were comfortably nested on the couch, in the prime position that gave you the perfect view of the television but also some sun from the large floor to ceiling windows. You tear your eyes away from your phone momentarily, "What's up?" You question, trying to ignore the combination of things he was piling onto the slice of bread. "I just wanted to let you know I'm going away tomorrow," He paused to place the other slice of bread over the fillings and pressed it down harshly, "But I should be back in about 3 weeks."

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Can you write a smau ( if you know ofc) where shy! reader finds out that kimi is going to be attending their school? And on the first day of school, he wants to be friends with them? Shy reader has a small blog on their insta account and kimi reaches out to them

Too shy for him?

kimi antonelli x shy!reader

summary: you find out that THE kimi antonelli is joining your school, year and even class. Too bad your nerves keep you away

note: hello anon!! im actually quite excited to write this because it's so cute. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <3 🥹

warnings: NOTHING just fluff

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Y/n.priv so no one decided to tell me that kimi antonelli. THE KIMI ANTONELLI IS JOINING OUR SCHOOL? no? okay i see how it is.

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Secret's not safe with me

Summary: Patrick Jane's birthday is around the corner. And you decide to try and keep a secret.....

Content: Patrick Jane x female reader/ no use of YN / pov changes back and forth/coworkers to lovers/semi public male masturbatorbation/ female masturbation/ hypnotizing/hypnotism kink (woops) / Patrick Jane is a cocky SOB/ fingering F receiving. Unprotected pnv sex (wrap it up) / cream pie

An: I'm so happy you all liked my first Patrick Jane fic. This one is a whole lot more spicy so I hope you guys like that. If you have any requests please send them in!!! NOT PROOF READ (we die like men)

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Trying to keep anything a secret from Jane was impossible. But you’ve known him long enough and you wanted a challenge. So when his birthday was around the corner you thought it would be fun to try and throw him a surprise party.

The days leading up to it was what was stressful. Before the stress didn’t show but as the date got closer you felt the nerve of keeping the secret from a man whose whole life is to read people and know their secrets.

You went into the CBI HQ and knew you had to have a reason to be there. It was your week off. So you made a batch of cookies and made him a lunch so you could say you were just dropping in for a surprise.

As soon as you pulled into the building you saw his car park. Damn it, you're hoping he doesn't see you. So you get an excuse to go inside.

Jane was ever the gentleman and would offer to take the cookies up for you.

But just your luck, the observant man that he is, saw you pull in and waited by your parking spot and greeted you when you got out.

“I thought you had the week off.” He asked. He seemed glad to see you. Which was nice. You’d worked at the office for about 6 months. Mostly as an assistant. Taking calls and helping file paperwork and had developed quite a big crush on him. Hence a surprise party.

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Without You I'm Nothing

patrick jane x gn!reader

summary: Jane returns to the CBI after six months of not contacting you, only to chase down Red John. When his plan doesn‘t work, he tries to fix the mistakes he made along the way. Follows the events of season four, episode 24.

tags: angst (like a lot), hurt/comfort, happy ending, mutual pining, betrayal, jealousy, no use of y/n, jisbon erasure, love confession (2x), violence, guns & gunshots, random references, yes the title is also one (#placebo)

word count: 9.2k

notes: I kind of got carried away with this one... Anyway, I hope y‘all enjoy this because I lowkey worked my ass off for this every night before bed.

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It had been six months since Jane was fired from the CBI.

Six months without talking.

Six months without calling.

Six months without texting.

Six months of no contact.

The day Jane mocked Wainwright, who then in return physically attacked him, felt like a fever dream.

Firing Jane was a logical thing to do, but you never expected him to actually pull through. A month was how long you expected to not see Jane. Seeing being the key word here, because you always assumed you'd stay in contact one way or another.

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Without You I'm Nothing

patrick jane x gn!reader

word count: 9.2k

notes: I kind of got carried away with this one... Anyway, I hope y‘all enjoy this because I lowkey worked my ass off for this every night before bed.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

It had been six months since Jane was fired from the CBI.

Six months without talking.

Six months without calling.

Six months without texting.

Six months of no contact.

The day Jane mocked Wainwright, who then in return physically attacked him, felt like a fever dream.

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