#gonna have to watch it when i’m fully awake

[yonglixx]

[sainns]

SIGNS OF AFFECTION.

𝓢.ㅤ the portrayal of their love for you.

OT7ㅤ୨୧ ⠀ femreader⠀ . . .ㅤ fluff, riki's lowkey a third wheel in jake's part oops, he is also a d1 complainer in his part, not proofreadㅤ2224 words

LEE HEESEUNG “baby, stay with me,” heeseung all but whines, pulling on your arm in an attempt to drag you back down to his bed. his voice is hoarse from not having spoken in a while; you had been laying together in silence, the both of you doing your own thing in each other’s space.

“hee, i have to go,” you try to free yourself from his grasp and you almost succeed but once he notices that he’s losing his grip, he tugs you towards him and wraps his arms around your waist, head resting against your stomach.

“just spend the night, i don’t think your roommate will care,”

“of course she isn’t going to care but i care. i have to go study,”

he looks up, his chin pressing against your stomach, lips forming a pout as he stares at you with a pleading expression. you can’t help but smile at him, bringing a hand up to fix his tousled hair.

you like when he gets clingy like this—he’s always clingy—it’s comforting knowing that he likes your presence as much as you do his. maybe even more, considering he’s always asking you to go over or if he can hang out at your apartment even if you don’t plan on doing anything. when you ask why or propose actually doing something he laughs you off, saying that simply sitting in the same room as you is enough for him. 

“study here,”

“i don’t have my stuff,”

“okay, study tomorrow then,” he sits up, removing his arms from around you. though, he keeps his hands on your waist, squeezing, “i wanna stay with you,”

you stare at him for a moment, acting as if you were debating on whether or not to give in. it was all for show, though; you’re going to give in to him every single time and he knows it. so a smug smile takes place on his lips, knowing that he’s won when you let out a sigh, shoving his shoulder lightly so that he could make room for you on his bed.

PARK JONGSEONG you search for jay’s warmth right when you wake up, eyebrows furrowing and lips turning downwards when you don’t find it. you open your eyes to see nothing, jay nowhere to be seen.

you lay in bed for a minute longer before deciding to get up and go look for him in your small apartment, but before you can even pull the covers away from your body, your boyfriend walks in. 

he looks like he’s been awake for a while—you can tell he took a shower by his still damp hair and he’s already dressed, wearing simple jeans and a t-shirt. he smiles at you, “hey, sleepyhead,”

“hi… you’re up early,”

“i was making you breakfast,” you feel the bed dip from his weight as he sits next to where you’re still laying, “and i cleaned the apartment a little,”

you reach over and grab his hand, placing a kiss against his knuckles, “thank you, but you didn’t have to. it’s my apartment, i can do it myself,” despite saying that, you know he’s going to ignore you, continuing on with taking care of you, your needs, and your apartment.

he hums, but doesn’t respond verbally, instead squeezing your hand in his. the two of you sit in a comfortable silence—you trying to fully wake up and him waiting for you—for what feels like forever until he finally breaks it.

“i like doing things for you, you know?”

“do you?”

“yeah, i do. you smile at his response, lifting your head to silently ask for a kiss. 

he obliges, mumbling against your lips, “you gonna get up and eat breakfast now?”

SIM JAEYUN “how do you deal with jake being on top of you constantly?”

you raise your eyebrows at riki’s question, watching as the teenager throws a piece of popcorn at your boyfriend from the other end of the couch. 

jake throws it back, “dude, i’m not on top of her,” except he is on top of you—his arms wrapped around your waist, head resting against your shoulder. 

“uh… yeah, you are,”

the boys’ argument fades into the background as you think about riki’s question. honestly, you never noticed that jake was, in fact, always ‘on top’ of you.

you don’t mind it, obviously—you enjoy it—but now that you’re thinking back on your relationship, jake really is very physically affectionate towards you. you don’t think you can recall a time where his arms weren’t wrapped around you, or his hand holding wasn’t holding yours, or he wasn’t standing so close to you that the both of you looked like you’re glued together.

“jake,” you interrupt their argument, laughing as you poke at him cheek, “maybe you should pull away before you try and defend yourself,”

he scoffs at you in faux annoyance, doing the exact opposite of what you told him to do—he pulls you closer to him, practically forcing you onto his lap. you’re sitting sideways, your head against his shoulder now.

“nope, you’re warm,”

“i don’t think it’s cold,”

“i’m cold, though,” shrugging, he places a kiss on top of your head, “also, ki, she’s on top of me, so you’re making zero sense,”

“i just watched you move her on top of you,” riki groans, throwing a pillow at the both of you, making you laugh when the two begin arguing again, the movie you had been watching long forgotten.

PARK SUNGHOON everyday you are beyond thankful for park sunghoon, whatever higher power there is must really like you to give you the opportunity of being his girlfriend.

the fact that he’ll wake up at 3:28AM just to go buy you some kind of snack or food is one of the things you love about the man, simply because you know almost nobody who would ever do that—unless their partner was pregnant—but he does. 

“i love you, by the way,” you smile, tapping your feet in excitement against the car floor, stopping when you feel sunghoon’s hand squeeze your thigh gently.

“because i’m going to go get you an ice cream?” he turns on the blinker, stopping before turning to the right, driving to a nearby convenience store where you’re planning on getting said ice cream.

“that too, but i just love you in general,”

“yeah?” he glances at you, an eyebrow raised.

“yes,”

“good,” his thumb rubbing circles against your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake, “i love you too, i hope you know i’d never get up this late for anyone else,”

“i hope not,” the car pulls into the convenience store’s empty—save for the singular employee’s car—parking lot, sunghoon putting the car into park. he gets out, leaving you alone in the car for a brief moment, rounding to your side and opening the door.

he leans against it, staring at you with a soft, fond smile. the look makes you nervous, your face heating up at the prolonged eye contact. it gets to be too much after a few seconds, and you reach up to cover his eyes with your hand, “okay, stop staring, you’re weird,”

he lets out a laugh, removing your hand from his eyes, “i’m weird? you’re the one who wants ice cream at three in the morning,”

“well, you still drove me here, so you’re equally as weird. you could’ve said no,”

“nope, i can’t say no to you. it’s impossible,” 

he doesn’t say anything else as he grabs your hand, helping you out of the car. you’re perfectly capable of stepping out of it yourself but you let him help you, not really thinking about it—a habit that’s formed after years of dating him. you smile to yourself, the cold air of the convenience store making you shiver while you follow behind sunghoon to the small freezer section.

KIM SEONWOO you smile when sunoo hands you a shopping bag, looking inside to see an album you’d been wanting for a while now. you’d only mentioned it to him once, an offhand statement that you moved on from immediately after saying it. you should’ve known sunoo was going to remember and buy it for you, even though you could have bought it yourself.

noticing something else in the bag, you move the album out of the way, your eyes widening in surprise when you see that he also bought you the phone charm you’d really wanted. you hadn’t been able to find it in any stores, though, and yet somehow sunoo did.

“those are the ones you wanted right?” his eyes go back and forth between you and the bag, watching your reaction, “i saw the charm and remembered you wanted it, so i got it. it was the last one,”

“mhm, it is, thank you,” you take it out, looking it over with a grin on your face, “you didn’t need to get the album, i could’ve bought it,”

he waves you off, “it’s fine. i just got it while i was there. you like them, though, right?”

“obviously, i like them,” you lean forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, embracing him. he hugs you back, placing his hands on your waist. he can’t help but let out an exasperated sigh when you continue your sentence, “but i feel bad that you’re always wasting your money,”

“i don’t waste money, it’s for a good cause. as long as you like it, angel, then who cares. i’ll get you whatever you want, it’s not a big deal,” he pulls away from you, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek, pulling you into a gentle kiss.

YANG JUNGWON “you look pretty in that shirt,” jungwon says, snapping yet another photo of you since you started your clothing haul. you giggle, looking at him through your mirror—he’s looking at his phone, probably scrolling through the pictures he’s taken so far.

“you don’t have to take a picture of every outfit, won,” you turn, walking over to sit next to him on your bed, “i’ll wear them again,”

“but i like taking pictures of you,” he shows you his phone, a photo of you from earlier on his screen. you hadn’t noticed him take this one—it was while you were wearing one of the first outfits you had tried on, your face in a weird expression. you assume jungwon had taken in while you were talking and you grimace when he continues speaking, “you look pretty,”

you give him a look, “i look bad in that picture,”

your boyfriend frowns, setting his phone to the side, putting your focus back on his face rather than his phone. he narrows his eyes at you, playfully glaring, “i don’t think so, you look good in every picture,”

“no,” you scoff, “you’re just saying that because you’re my boyfriend,”

“no,” he mocks you, sticking his tongue out at you. you laugh at his immaturity, moving to push his shoulder but he stops you, hand gripping onto your wrist. you pause, biting your lip to keep from laughing when you notice he’s still glaring at you, “it’s because you are pretty. so pretty that i go crazy every time i see you,”

“you’re overselling it,” you look away, feeling your face heat up at his compliments. you still aren’t used to him being so… nice. not that he was ever mean, but the constant barrage of compliments the boy gives you on a daily basis is enough to make anyone nervous.

“am not,” he gives you an offended look, letting out a huff of air, “i’m just telling the truth, lovely.”

NISHIMURA RIKI you glance to your side, stifling a giggle when riki lets out a loud groan, his feet dragging against the floor as you walk into yet another store.

you’ve been shopping for the past three hours, having gone into most of the businesses at the mall. riki, despite you telling him he didn’t have to come, tagged along but he started complaining almost immediately after you exited the third store.

“you definitely don’t have enough money to buy anything else—can we go?” he squeezes your hand, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles. the act almost makes you comply with his request.

“i told you that you didn’t have to come,”

you always tell him that he doesn’t have to go with you, whether it be to the mall or something else. every single time he insists, telling you that he’ll go with you so you don’t ‘feel lonely’, only for him to start complaining within five minutes of whatever it is that you’re doing. you know that it’s lighthearted, but you can’t help but (lovingly) roll your eyes at him every time he does this.

“i didn’t think we’d be here for five days,”

you scoff, bumping him with your shoulder while you card through a rack of t-shirts with your free hand, “you’re dramatic,”

“no, i’m not. my feet just hurt,”

humming, you pull out a shirt, scrutinizing it for a few moments before ultimately deciding to buy it, “go sit in the car then, babe,”

“uh, no,” he gives you a dirty look, grabbing the shirt from your hand so that he could hold it instead, “i came ‘cos i wanted to spend time with you, not the car.”

note. PHEWWWW whyd this take me a week to write bye sunoo was making me go crazy. anyways yay guess their love languages!!!! i think it's obvious but if it isn't oops + layout inspired by my fav bywons <3

[laiiaaa]

trying to go to bed mad at Carmen but he’s just not having it LMFAO i just love him with a grumpy gf :(((

You’d like to blame him for it, just because he was short with you this morning. Stressed about a food critic coming to The Bear this weekend, he’s been on edge, losing sleep, and this morning was just one of those days it was getting to him: dodging your affection, hurrying out of bed, disjointed conversations he doesn’t try too hard to be a part of.

It’s not entirely his fault, and you know this, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less, to be put to the side for even a day to make room for that colder edge to him when he gets zoned in.

So you give yourself the liberty to be a little bit shitty, too, just for the night.

You don’t greet him like you usually do, with a deep kiss hello and your hands squeezing at his sore muscles, offering to massage the knots in his shoulders. Instead you sit on the couch reading your book and offer him a fleeting glance. He pauses at the difference, but carries on.

You wait until long after he’s showered to get up. He even pops back into the living room beforehand, shorts hanging low in his waist, to call for you:

“You comin’ to bed?”

“Soon,” you tell him, which could be true, but not definite.

“Okay,” he sighs, coming behind you with a hand on your shoulder and a kiss to the opposite cheek.

You don’t give in, though, and he heads off to the bedroom.

You do join him eventually—almost an hour later, when you’re so tired that it’ll make you even more of a pain to deal with. He’s in the middle of fighting off sleep, trying to stay awake to make sure you come to bed with him, but as much as that makes your chest yearn for him, you plop down in bed a foot away and turn your back to him.

Behind you now, he shuffles to sit up. “Hey,” he tries, a soothing hand on your shoulder, “You alright, baby?”

No response.

Scooting a little closer to lean over and see your face, he brushes hair out of the way to press a kiss to your temple. “C’mon, talk t’me.”

But you turn away from his touch, and he scoffs.

“What, you mad at me now?” He watches you expectantly. “Not even gonna tell me what I did?”

“You didn’t do anything, Carmen,” you mumble, face muffled into your blanket.

“Wh—baby, don’t be like that right now—”

“Be like what?” you snap, sitting up and turning to look at him. “I’m sorry that my needs don’t align with your work schedule. Just let me know when it’d be best to reach you next time.” And with that, you drop back into bed, moving just a little further away from him.

He nearly laughs, then, real subtle with a hand rubbing his eyes and forehead because he knows you, he knows how you get when you miss him. He turns back onto his side with a groan and reaches his hand upon your waist, smoothing beneath the fabric of your shirt.

“Don’t touch me,” you spit, but you don’t dare move his hand away: it feels so much better this way, getting the touch he didn’t give you this morning.

“You’re bein’ mean today. You all cranky ‘cause you miss me, ‘s that it?”

You don’t answer.

“C’mon,” he urges you, shuffling closer so that his arm wraps fully around your waist and his face can bury into your neck with a kiss to your smooth skin. “‘M sorry for bein’ shitty this morning.” Instinctively, he draws a hand up your tummy, right beneath your breasts. “Missed you all day, y’know that?”

“Just leave me alone, Carm, I’m serious.”

“‘M really sorry about this morning, baby.” Pressing kisses to your neck, he takes a deep breath to sink into you. “After that guy comes, it’ll be over with, and I’ll take a couple days off, alright?”

“I don’t care, do what you want.”

He sighs, deep and gravelly and frustrated with your antics—but more so frustrated with himself. He has been shitty this week, he knows it, and he knows you especially don’t deserve it. “C’mon, hon, you’re killin’ me here, at least—at least gimme a kiss goodnight, huh?”

But you don’t. Because of course you don’t, he’s on you’re fuckin’ nerves with his distance lately—but this, his rough hands against your skin, his pleading, his groveling like he can’t imagine a world without you…it helps.

A little.

Not quite enough to cave or give in, though.

He seems to lose a bit of strength against you, laying into the mattress on his back again with a sigh and an arm resting over his eyes. The room stills, the fan whirrs, yet the tension between you is thick enough yet to slice through it with his chef’s knife.

That is, until his arms wrap around you again, and his hands grip your waist tight, and he lets out a grunt of a Can’t believe you’re makin’ me do this, and he wrangles you on top of him, leaving you chest to chest, with your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck and his hand rubbing soothing patterns up and down your back while the other holds you steady, worried you’ll slither away again.

Like he knew it would, the tension in your body dissolves. And maybe that’s what you wanted anyway, but you’d never tell him that—at least, not until tomorrow morning.

The room stills again. The hand smoothing along your back sneaks beneath your shirt, and you melt that much quicker. It’s hypnotic, his rough palms against your soft skin, scratches an itch you didn’t know was there until he wasn’t. He smells crisply clean and of the body wash he buys because you like the scent, a little musky with aldehydes and vetiver and sandalwood.

“This better, baby?” he murmurs, lending a careful kiss to your head.

But you only bury yourself further into him and answer with “Mm.”

He chuckles a bit, squeezes you tighter to make your heart throb. “Thought you’d say somethin’ like that.” Punctuates it with more kisses where he can reach, because now that he’s got you tethered to him again, he doesn’t think he could let you go.

The two of you stay where you are, then, just soaking in the other’s presence with wordless appreciation exchanged, growing heavier with sleep as heartbeats sync and eyelids slip closed. And by morning, legs will be intertwined, and Carmen will pull you from a groggy daze with a kiss to your lips, and you’ll be a little less bitter when he heads off to work.

(He knows it’ll simmer till he comes home, but if he gets to sleep with your weight and your warmth again, he’s sure it’ll be alright.)

[ddejavvu]

I love your best friend with no boundaries James, and I was wondering if you could do one where James and reader are having their regularly scheduled mid-day naps, and Sirius and Remus walk into the dorm to find James just humping reader while they’re asleep? Maybe James and reader wake up to the GASP of horror from Sirius after his not so innocent eyes witness “straight up porn in their shared dorm where Peter of all people could witness”

I love all your works and was wondering if I could be marked as 😻anon? I’m the person who requested the bsf Steve imagine and I’m 100% gonna request something again because you’re perfect and I just wanna kiss you on the mouth🫶🏻🫶🏻

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Sirius considers himself James's best friend- no, brother, but he's not afraid to whack the man upside the head when he finds James grinding on you in his sleep.

"You-! Nasty-! Fucker-!" He bullies James awake, appreciating the much calmer, kinder way that Remus rouses you, tugging you away from James on the bed and murmuring that your nap is over. You blink your eyes open serenely, and James's shoot wide in pain as Sirius assaults him.

"What the fuck? Agh- Sirius! I know you're mad that I've got the better potions grade, but killing me won't help!"

"This isn't about potions, Potter," Sirius scoffs, "But I am thinking about tossing you in a hot cauldron. You were- eeugh, you were humping her, you animal!"

Your brows are furrowed and your blinks are bleary, but your brain catches up with the help of Remus's hands where they trace soothing circles on your back.

"Oh," You mumble groggily, as James groans with quickly reddening cheeks, "Uh- s'alright, Jamie."

Remus's hand stills on your back, but James and Sirius join in a fused indignant-confused "What?"

"S'just natural I guess," You shrug, "I dunno, I haven't- er, got one. But it was an accident, Jamie, you were asleep. It's alright."

James’s cheeks are still plenty rouged, but he nods sleepily at your forgiveness, relieved that he's not being hit by two people instead of only one.

"Yeah, thanks bird," He flops back down onto the mattress, letting out a sigh heavily infused with relief, "Wouldn't do it on purpose, y'know. Not while you're sleeping, that's- that's pervy."

"Some people like pervy," You hum, settling back into your own position in James's bed, though he's no longer curled around you. Sirius watches as you knock your hand against his own, "Sirius thinks I'm a perv."

"You're both pervs," Sirius grimaces, his lip curled in distaste as Remus stands from James's bedside, "Seriously, he eats off of your spoons, you've seen his dick, he's been grinding all over your ass - if you don't get a marriage license soon you're going to be very unpopular with the traditional crowd."

James turns towards you with a gasp, his eyes shining just the same as his grin does, "We could get married!"

"We should," You laugh, "And we could get a flat, and we could have your mother over for dinner every Tuesday."

"That would work." He nods, fully settled back into the pillows from Sirius's disturbance, "She loves you. And she's free Tuesday nights - her knitting circle ends at three."

"I know that," You scoff, barely biting back an overexaggerated eye roll, "James, I write your mother once a week. I know when her knitting circle is."

"You write my mum?" He rears back, momentarily confused, "She's never told me that!"

"Of course she hasn't," You snicker, "Because if you'd known, you would have stopped me from telling her how many times you get detention every week, and you'd want to share the sweets she sends me in exchange for the intel."

[cumonstevie]

Home Sweet Home Part 3

Summary: "It's good to be home," you think as you arrive back in Hawkins, Indiana; not only three years older, but also as a mother.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Just a shit ton of fluff

A/N: This took 8 consecutive hours to write so I hope you guys like it!! It's 3.8k words 😬 my back hurts from slouching over my laptop for so long so I'll edit this later.

A year and a half later

You and Steve have been doing so well at co-parenting for Penelope thus far. You had slowly eased Steve into her life, and she happily accepted him. It took her a while to comfortably call him ‘dad’ but once she started, that’s practically all she could say.

Steve doesn’t think he’ll ever forget the day when she confidently called him ‘dad’ without him or you having to tell her.

It was late at night- well, it was late for Penelope to still be awake, and you were trying everything to put her to sleep but she wouldn’t stop crying.

“Shhh, Penny, it’s okay.” You try to comfort her in your arms.

Her cries echo off your newly purchased apartment and you groan, rocking the toddler to try and calm her down.

Spoiler alert: It didn’t work.

“Baby, please calm down-”

“I want daddy!” She cries louder and you halt your movements.

“What?”

“I want daddy!” Penelope sobs in your arms.

“I-” You’re stunned for a moment because this was the first-time hearing Penelope call Steve ‘daddy’ on her own without you or him coaxing her to say it. “Daddy will come over tomorrow, okay? But you need to go-”

“No!” She yelled, “I want daddy now!”

It didn’t seem like she was going to let up any time soon, so you walk over to the phone and hastily dial Steve’s number. It was only 8 o’clock so you knew he’d still be up- hopefully.

It rang twice before he picked up. “Hello?”

“Steve,” you breathed. “Thank god you’re still awake. Listen, I know it’s kinda last minute but Penelope won’t go to sleep and she keeps crying and asking for you so do you think you could maybe-”

“I’ll be there in a bit. Leave the door unlocked for me, yeah?” You could hear him moving around at his place, probably putting his shoes on.

“Okay, thank you so much.” You let out a sigh of relief.

Penelope’s cries get louder and you think Steve can hear her because he murmurs, “My poor baby…” You hear his car keys jingling soon after. “I’m on my way.”

A few minutes go by and Steve knocks two times before coming in. You know he probably sped all the way over and you make a mental note to scold him after Penelope goes to sleep.

“I’m here,” he huffed out, seemingly out of breath.

Upon hearing Steve’s voice, Penelope lifts her head from your shoulder and turns to her father all teary-eyed. “Daddy!” She cried, leaning out of your arms and toward him.

He visibly freezes at her words and his eyes pan over to you, wide. “Did she just-” he’s cut off by your daughter's cries of ‘daddy’ as she tries to grab him. “Come here, baby. Daddy’s here, don’t worry, sweetheart.”

He rubs her back soothingly and she slowly lays her head on his shoulder, doing the little hiccup-sob combination as she starts to calm down.

“Daddy…” She cried, “Stay.”

“It’s okay, sweet girl.” He hushes. “Daddy’s not going anywhere, alright?”

This seems to ease her mind because a few minutes later, she’s fully asleep in his arms. You silently guide him to her room where you watch as he puts her down and tucks her in. She stirs a bit but Steve gently pats her chest and she stills.

Once the both of you were sure she wasn’t going to wake up, you exit her room and walk back to the living room. The moment you enter the room, Steve pulls you into a hug.

“She called me daddy.” He beamed happily. “She fucking called me daddy, oh my god I feel like my heart is gonna burst open, I’m so happy right now.”

You hug him back, giggling a bit. “Yeah, it surprised me too.”

The both of you stay like that for a bit before he tears himself away from you and checks the time.

“It’s getting late, I should head home.” He says with a bit of a frown. “I can come by tomorrow if it’s alright with you?”

“Nuh uh,” you shake your head. “You promised your daughter that you’d stay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

You tell him he can take your room and you’ll sleep on the couch, but he refuses and says he’ll sleep on the couch instead. You protest but he shuts it down and you let out a huff but say ‘okay’ before going to get him a spare pillow and blanket for the night. You had started easing Steve into Penelope’s life little by little, starting with him visiting her at your place whenever he could (which he made sure to visit every single day no matter what). After she was comfortable with him being around, you segued into him taking her out, whether it be to the park, or to get ice cream (you also tagged along so that she was more comfortable). From that, he started taking her out, just him and her and not too long after, she started staying the night at his house.

He had done up a spare bedroom at his place just for her and she loved it so much. He pulled out all the stops for his little girl. Telling his parents about Penelope was a bit rough. He told you that they were a bit skeptical about him being the father but when Steve whipped a picture of little Penelope out of his wallet and showed them, they went silent.

From there, they were disappointed that he was so careless that it resulted in a child. He told them that they could be mad at him all they want but that he has a daughter now and he’s stepping up and although he doesn’t have a great relationship with them, he would love it if Penelope did.

They were obviously a bit hesitant but after meeting Penelope, they let their guards down. It made Steve happy that they showered her with love and affection but it also made him a bit upset because he never really experienced that from them.

He felt like this was a turning point for them, though. A good turning point.

Today was Penelope’s 4th birthday party and Steve insisted that it should be at his house. You didn’t fight him on it. You figured his house would be better suited for a birthday party than your little apartment.

A knock on the door alerts your ears and you quickly glance into the backyard, seeing Steve run around with Penelope, before opening the front door.

“Sorry I’m late,” Eddie huffs out, “the band stayed and performed late and I didn’t get home till way later and then when I woke up I couldn’t remember where I put Pen’s gift so this whole morning I was tearing up my place looking for it.” He then shows you a poorly wrapped gift box with a smile. “But I found it.”

You giggle. “You didn’t miss much, Penny’s just been playing with the kids and Steve so far.”

“Thank god.” Eddie sighs. “Where do I put this?”

“We have a table outside for gifts. Come on.” You beckon him to follow you.

Eddie sets the gift on the table then makes his rounds saying hi to everyone. Steve is chasing Penelope around the yard and he lets out a playful roar as he picks her up and catches her. She screams and he laughs, giving her a kiss before setting her down carefully.

It was then that she spotted one of her favorite Uncle’s. “Uncle Eds!!”

The little girl runs over to Eddie as fast as she could, her pink tutu that she insisted on wearing even though it was cold outside, flowing about.

“Pen!” The curly-haired musician exclaimed as he knelt down and captured her in a hug. “How’s my favorite birthday girl?”

Penelope giggles. “Uncle Eds, I’m the only birthday girl!”

“You’re right.” He smiles before giving her a big kiss. “You’re getting so big, Pen. Don’t go growing up on me too fast.”

“Ima grow bigger and faster!”

“No! Don’t say that, I’ll cry!” Eddie pulls a dramatic frowny face which makes Penelope laugh.

Steve walks up beside you with his hands on his hips; a typical Steve Harrington pose. “Please tell her to stop saying that, she tells me all the time that she’s a big girl and it breaks my heart.”

Steve pouts at his daughter and she giggles in Eddie’s arms. “Daddy don’t be sad, when I get bigger ima take care of you!”

Steve’s eyebrow quirks up and he points a finger at her. “I’ll hold you to that, little lady.”

“She’s not getting bigger, not on my watch.” Eddie says as he squishes her in a hug. “I’m gonna squeeze you in a little box so you stay little forever!”

Penelope gasps. “No!”

“Yes!”

Penelope wiggles out of Eddie's grip and starts running away from him. “No! Never ever ever!”

Eddie runs after her, telling her that he’ll never let her grow up. You giggle, watching the two and Steve turns to you.

“Everyone here?” He asks.

“Yeah, Eds was the last one to show up.”

“Alright,” he nods. “I say we let her play for a little while longer then sing happy birthday?”

“I was thinking the same thing, Harrington.”

He points to his head, then to yours and says, “Great minds think alike, Y/L/N.”

It was fairly easy to slip back into your friendship with Steve. After the awkwardness of him finding out that Penelope was his, the two of you acted as if no time had passed. It was refreshing and you didn’t realize how much you missed being around him.

To say your feelings for Steve were gone, would be a lie. Your feelings for Steve never really went away. Even if you tried so very hard to leave them behind, they only grew more when Steve would play with Penelope or spend time with her in general. He adapted to his role as a father rather quickly and you weren’t going to lie, it was attractive.

You would never tell him, though. You didn’t want to ruin the dynamic that the two of you had. Everything, so far, was good.

You had tried going on a date a while back but it fell through once you told the guy that you had a child. Steve was very upset about it. The date had lasted less than an hour. You were having a good time, asking questions about each other when you mentioned you had a daughter. The guy’s demeanor changed quickly and he closed himself off. It was awkward after that. He confirmed that you had a daughter once more and when you said yes, he cleared his throat.

“Um, I’m sorry but I don’t think this is going to work out.” He says. “You’re a great girl but-”

“But me having a kid is a problem.” You finish his sentence in a mono-tone pitch.

“No!” The guys exclaimed. “It’s just- It’s kind of-”

He stumbles over his words, trying to save face but you shake your head and pull out money for your meal, placing it on the table.

“It’s fine. I know me having a child isn’t ideal but maybe you should try to at least be an adult about it.”

The guy scoffs. “I’m not about to play step-daddy to someone else’s kid.”

You roll your eyes and stand up. “Grow up.” You say before walking out.

You understand that dating someone who has a child could be a bit scary but he didn’t even give it a chance! He closed off the minute you mentioned Penelope.

You pull up to Steve’s house and slam your door shut in annoyance.

‘I’m not about to play step-daddy to someone else’s kid’

Get real.

You knock on the door and patiently wait for Steve to open it.

“Hey,” he says when he sees you on the other side. “Why are you here so early? I thought you had a date?”

“I did.” He can sense the annoyance in your voice and he moves aside to let you in. You put your purse down on his table and turn to face him. “He wasn’t too keen on the fact that I have a kid.”

Steve’s eyebrows furrow and he’s about to ask what the dude said but it’s like you read his mind because you tell him.

“Said he’s not about to play step-daddy to a kid that’s somebody else’s.”

“What the hell?” He has a look of disgust flushed across his face.

“Yeah,” you nod. “He didn’t even wait a few minutes before he was telling me that it ‘wasn’t going to work out’ between us! The minute I mentioned Penny, he shut down.” You huff out, running your fingers through your now messy hair.

“What a dick!” Steve is visibly baffled. “Welcome to the real world! There’s a chance that you might date someone who has a kid!”

“Right?” You agree. “Like I get it, I’m young and I have a toddler and yeah that’s kind of scary but he didn’t even give it a chance!”

Steve’s hands are on his hips as he shakes his head. “God, what an asshole. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Eh,” you shrug. “Probably dodged a bullet anyway.”

“Definitely.”

“I’m never gonna date again. I’m gonna be lonely forever!” You groan.

“No you won’t,” Steve reassures as he pats your shoulder. “There’s someone out there who will want to be with you and doesn’t mind that you have a kid.”

“Suuuuuure,” you mumble. “When you find him, let me know, alright?”

Steve chuckled. “You got it, sweetheart.”

Penelope comes running into the room shortly after, practically leaping into your arms and you cradle her to you. She tells you that her and Steve are gonna watch movies all night long but both you and Steve know she’s most likely going to fall asleep in the middle of the first movie.

She asks if you’re going to stay and watch movies with them and Steve encourages you to do so.

“What, you’re gonna go home and sulk about what a crappy date this was? Nuh uh. Stay and watch movies with your family.” He tells you.

“Yeah!” Penelope adds. “Watch movies with family! Daddy got the movie with the kitties!”

Aristocats has been Penelope’s favorite movie recently.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stay.”

Penelope is happy and the three of you move to the couch. Steve puts the movie in and Penny sits in between the two of you, knocking out exactly midway into the film.

Steve puts her in her room then comes back out, coaxing you to stay for another movie. It works and he pops in ‘Just One Of The Guys’. You two enjoy each other's company and toward the end of the movie, you and Steve are fast asleep on the couch.

You gathered everyone around the table that held the cake as Penelope climbed on top of the chair. Steve puts a pink birthday hat on her little head and she insists that both you and him put one on as well.

You oblige with her wishes and put a pink hat on. Jonathan wastes no time with taking pictures of the three of you. He’d develop them as soon as he could and give them to you.

Penelope’s eyes scanned the yard as she beamed happily at everyone. Both yours and Steve’s parents were there, the Party, Eddie, Nancy, Robin, and Jonathan- all in attendance for your daughter's fourth birthday party. Your heart swelled knowing all the people that were present loved your daughter just as much as you and Steve did.

You all sang happy birthday to Penelope and she blew out the candles, causing everyone to cheer.

“Wait!” She shouts with her eyes squeezed shut. “I’m still wishing!”

“Oh! Sorry, sweet girl. Everyone shhh!” Steve says.

Everyone quiets down and Penelope is heard murmuring underneath her breath but no one can make out what she’s saying. After a bit, she opens her eyes and smiles.

“I’m done!”

Everyone cheers again and you cut the cake and plate it while Steve hands them out. When Penelope’s done eating her slice of cake, you start opening the gifts.

“Okay, this one is from Uncle Dusty.” You hand her the gift and she tears it open excitedly.

“A tea party!!” She yells out happily, turning to her father. “Daddy, we can play tea party! Thank you, Uncle Dusty! You’re my favorite!”

Dustin tells the four-year-old that she’s welcome as he beamed at her words. Eddie, however, wasn’t taking it too well.

“What?!” He exclaimed. “What about me? I was your favorite earlier!”

Penelope giggles. “Uncle dusty gave me a tea party so he’s my favorite now!”

Eddie sulks as she continues to open her gifts and Dustin sticks his tongue out at the musician in a mocking manner. Not too long after, however, Penelope opens Eddie’s gift.

“Oh. My. Gosh.” She enunciated every word. “It’s a guitar!! Uncle Eds, it looks like the one you have!! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!!”

Although it was a toy guitar, you and Steve knew you would never know what silence felt like after this moment.

Steve rubs his face with his hands when he sees the gift. “Oh no…”

Penelope had been obsessed with Eddie’s guitar from the moment she saw it. She always wanted Eddie to play it and she always wanted to touch it. Eddie would tell you she was a musical prodigy in the making.

You and Steve give each other the same look before you say, “Say goodbye to the peacefulness.”

Steve groans while Penelope jumps up and down happily. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re my favorite now, Uncle Eds! We can play guitar together!!”

“Any time you want, Pen.” Eddie smiles at his niece before locking eyes with Dustin who stared at him with a blank face. Eddie mouths, “In your face!”

You finish up the gifts and the kids play with Penny for a little bit before you can tell that she’s beginning to get tired. You and Steve end the birthday party, thanking everyone for coming as they left. Once they were gone, Steve put Penelope down for a very much needed nap while you started picking up.

Steve joins you not too long after and when you’ve finished cleaning up, the pair of you slump down on the couch, exhausted.

“Penelope’s fourth birthday party was a success. Nice work, Y/L/N.” He raises his hand for a high-five, and you meet him halfway.

“Can’t take all the credit. You did most of the work.” You tell him.

“Yeah, but you gave birth to her. If you didn’t, we wouldn’t be here celebrating her turning four.” He smiles at you affectionately before his smile drops. “Oh my god, she’s four. My baby’s four.”

“Yep,” you nod. “And she’ll only get older from here.”

“Don’t remind me.” He pouts. “I want her to stay little forever.”

You laugh as he sulks for a bit. The two of you sit in silence and you close your eyes for a little before you feel Steve shift in his seat.

“Y/N?” He says and you open your eyes to find him facing you.

“Yeah?”

Steve bites his lip and his fingers tap against his jean-covered thigh. His habit every time he’s nervous.

“Um,” he starts. “We’ve been doing good, right? I mean, co-parenting and all.”

“Yeah…” You have no clue where this conversation is headed.

“And our relationship with each other is good. We don’t fight or argue or anything-”

“Steve,” you cut him off. “Spit it out already.”

You start to think he’s trying to ease into telling you that he was seeing someone, and you were preparing yourself to hear it, but his next words threw you off.

“I have feelings for you.” He says quickly and your eyebrows furrow as you sit up to look at him more clearly. “Well, I’ve always had feelings for you. They never went away. I just never said anything because you said you weren’t ready to revisit us romantically but, I don’t know, today just-” He sighs deeply, his fingers combing through his hair. “You look so beautiful today- well, you look beautiful every day and we work so well together that it got me thinking about what life would be like if we were, you know, together. As a couple.”

“Steve…”

“I know, okay? I know I fucked up back then and I know you’re hesitant but god, Y/N, you take up so much space in my head. You and Penny. That’s all I care about. That’s all I want and that’s all I’ll ever need. Ever since you walked out of my house almost five years ago, I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I haven’t been on a date since- well, since I was with Nancy because I didn’t want to be with anyone else but you. I want to be with you, Y/N. I want us to be a family, officially. Me, you, and Penny in a big house. I wanna come home from work and know that I hit the jackpot because I get to see my two favorite girls every single day of my life. I want-” He takes a minute to breathe before he takes your hand softly. “I want you.”

He’s looking into your eyes and you just know that he means every word that he’s said just now.

You don’t know if it’s butterflies in your stomach or if you’re gonna throw up.

“Steve,” you breathe out.

“Please say you feel the same way.” He says softly. “If you don’t, that’s okay and we can just go back to how we were before I confessed all of this but if there’s even a slight chance that you feel the same way, please give me the chance to make you happy for the rest of your life.”

A smile makes its way to your lips and your eyebrow quirks up. “For the rest of my life, huh?”

“Mmm Hmm,” he hums. “For the rest of your life, for the rest of my life, for the rest of our lives… I’m in it for the long run.”

“Steve,” you say softly. You watch as the boy in front of you hangs on to your every word, anticipating what you’ll say next. He looks nervous and scared, but also hopeful. You lean in and kiss his cheek softly. His eyes close as he relishes in the feeling. “You’re in luck because I feel the same way.”

His eyes snap open and they sparkle in the light. “Really?”

“Really.” You giggle. “My feelings never went away either.”

“Oh my god.” He breathed out, pulling you into a hug.

You stay like that for a bit before pulling away. “I want to take this slow, though. I wanna do this right, I don’t want to rush things, Steve.”

He looks at you affectionately, rubbing the skin of your cheek with his thumb.

“I’ll do whatever you want, Y/N, as long as I get to be with you in the end.”

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[sunshine-on-marz]

Cradles

In which you get to see Dean in his TRUE element

Dad! Dean x Mom! Reader

Warnings: none really unless you don’t like kids

I am not a mother but I tried to be accurate lmao

Also I couldn’t remember for the life of me if the bunker had a couch but it does now stfu

You were on the couch folding clothes, baby clothes to be exact, while Dean was holding the baby. It was a miracle to keep her awake for more then 20 minutes at a time so Dean was more than happy to play with her when she was up, not that baby Charlie was all too happy about it most of the time. You and Dean both knew it was expected for newborns to cling to their mother, but you saw the hurt on Dean’s face whenever his daughter cried as soon as her picked her up, so right now, seeing his smile as she squeaks and coos makes your heart smile.

You feel the couch dip next to you and you turn to see Sam who extends his hand “I can take over laundry if you want to go take a nap” he offers, and as much as you could probably use a little break, you shake your head. “Don’t wanna miss this” you smile and nod over to Dean, Sam smiles. “It’s pretty cool to see him being a dad” Sam’s comment makes you laugh softly. “I’ve been watching him be a dad ever since I met you two” you say, leaning you head on Sam’s shoulder. “You were his kid long before Charlie was” you tell him. Sam doesn’t respond, just pulls you into a hug. When you two go back to watching Dean and the baby, you speak again. “I really hope she’s a daddy’s girl”, you say it so quietly you’re positive Dean couldn’t have heard, but Sam did. “I don’t think any mother ever has said that before” he laughs, and so do you. “Yea well, I think he deserves it” you hum, fully content to just watch Dean be a father. In this moment that’s all that matters. Not monsters, not Chuck, nothing but the little family you’ve built.

You hear the bunker door click open, and look up to see Cas holding groceries. He walks over and hands you an energy drink. “Cas you might have just became my favorite person ever” you chuckle as he smiles “Hello to you too”. Sam follows him to the kitchen, which leaves you and Dean alone again. He walks over and sits beside you on the couch.

“She looks just like her mom” he says, kissing you on the cheek, “speaking of her mom, how are you? You can go shower or sleep, or both. I’ve got her” and you realize for a millionth time that you’ve found your person. “I’m shockingly gonna decline that offer” you say, leaning to rest on Dean’s shoulder. “I wanna stay like this for a second” you whisper, and he kisses your temple. “That sounds nice”. So that’s what you do. Sit there and look at the life you brought into the world and realize that everything truly had been worth it. Saving the world was nothing compared to this.

OMGGGGABSJAKAJSKXKDKS DEAN WINCHESTER DESERVED TO BE A FATHER.

Sorry for my disappearance school made me want to die then drivers ed made want to die then life made me want to die and I still want to die but now I want to die AND write about Dean so like

Tagging @canonically-a-genloser bc they’ve been witnessing my crazy and also think dad Dean is amazing

Btw this is one of the good supernaturals I made in my head so this is post season 15 minus all the bad shit okie love you bye

Remember to reblog and tell me what you think!!! Feedback and reblogs make the world go round!! Love you babes!!

[taurussbabe]

give you my wild, give you a child

note: it's been so long since i've posted anything, missing posting and you guys, so here it is a charles fic 🎀🫶 word count: 1,3 k

You stared at the test in front of you. Two lines. This is it. You were pregnant, you were going to have a baby, with charles. The adrenaline of the situation got to you and you started crying. Your heard immediately thought ‘hormones’ following by a thought of the amount of times you were going to be able to use that excuse. You laughed at that, but also laughed of happiness, your hand coming to rest on your stomach as you looked down.

“hi baby” you whispered ever so gently.

You wanted to tell charles, you wished he was here, next to you, but he wasn’t, he was in Italy. This weekend was going to be special for charles, it was monza, everyone knew how much monza meant to Ferrari. You though about calling him but decided against it, after all, it could affect his racing or his focus and that was the last thing you wanted.

Keeping it a secret from him was harder than you expected, every time he’d call, you had to bite your tongue not to say it. You had decided you were going to plan something special, not telling him over the phone.

-

You sat on your couch watching the race, on the edge of your seat, charles had managed to snatch P2 yesterday and you were so proud of him, but you knew he wanted more. Luckily for him, the monza curse struck again and Verstappen had to retire the race, leaving your boyfriend in P1.

You didn’t want to get very excited because it was Ferrari, a simple strategy mistake and charles could loose the highest place on the podium, but he didn’t. you watched proudly as you boyfriend lifted his champagne bottle, spraying all the tifosi there watching him.

-

You had tried to stay awake till he got home, but sleep got the best of you, because when you woke up, you were no longer in your couch, wrapped around your blanket, you were in bed, charles arm wrapped around your waist, his hand stroking you back and his eyes glued to yours.

“good morning, mon ange” he whispered and you swore you felt butterflies in your tummy, you wondered if the baby feels it too, or something like that.

“good morning, I’m so proud of you, like bursting out of pride” you kissed him fearlessly, pouring out every bit of your love for him

“wow, if you’re like this when I win, then I should win more often” he joked “did you watch me?”

“of course I did, you were so great” you placed your hand on your stomach but quickly realized your mistake and placed it on his cheek

He kissed you again before he quickly sat up “I am making YOU breakfast” he brushed your leg softly and disappeared down the hallway.

After eating breakfast, you were going to finally tell him, but he had other ideas “I’m gonna shower, I didn’t do it last night because you were asleep, but I smell like champagne” he gave you a peck on your lips and left without saying another word.

-

You heard the shower stop as you sat anxiously on the bed, a small box next to you. He finally came out of the shower and you couldn’t help but eye him up and down, I mean, the guy looked like a Greek god, water still dripping and his chest fully exposed with a towel hanging around his hips

“oh, I didn’t know you were here” he leaned down to kiss the top of your head “are you ok? What is that?” he pointed to the box

“sit” you said seriously and he chuckled gently before realizing your tone was serious and sitting down, his face immediately dropping

“are you ok?” he grabbed your hands and gave them a tight squeeze “please talk to me”

“I have something for you” you handed him the box, and watched closely his reaction while opening it

Inside, he found a small Ferrari onesie with the name Leclerc on the back. You hoped for any kind of reaction, anything really, but he only smiled at you.

“aw, you bought something for Chiara? It’s cute but I think it’s a bit too small for her” he said and you were a bit incredulous how he didn’t got it but still managed to pull a laugh at his assumption that it was for his best friend’s baby.

That was the thing with charles though, no matter how scared or nervous you were, he always found a way to make you laugh, and you loved it.

“the thing is.. this is not for Chiara” you placed his hand on your stomach and a tear escaped your eyes

“wait.. really?” he asked, his eyes getting full of tears now “like, really?” those were the only words coming out of his mouth and honestly you couldn’t judge because you couldn’t say anything, you could only nod at him

Next thing you know, charles was pulling you in for a kiss, one that left you breathless. He picked you up and spun you around, pulling you up so your legs wrapped around him. Both of your hands came to his face and cleaned the few tears that laid on his cheeks and he mimicked your movements by kissing every inch of your cheeks til there was no tears

“Are you sure?” he asked and you climbed out of his arms to show him the test you had in your bag

“pretty sure” you both stayed still for a moment, this was going to happen, you and charles were going to be parents. As you both started to realize this, you couldn’t help but wonder how you had gotten so lucky in life. “Are you happy?”

He took a few steps in your direction and pulled you in close to him, close enough that you could feel in breath on you “of course I am, you make me the happiest, I love you so much, mon amour, and I promise, I will be the best father”

“I know” you whispered, only loud enough so he could hear.

“no, I mean it, I’m gonna be the best, I’ll always be there and I’ll never, EVER, gonna let anything happen to the two of you, ever, you’re my world” he walked with you so your back fell into the mattress, his fingers playing with the hem of your (his) shirt, lifting it up enough so that he could see your belly, reaching to touch it, kneeling in front of you, his lips connecting with your stomach, whispering something to the baby, something you couldn’t even hear yourself. You immediately started crying when you saw him shed a tear, him immediately rising up to his feet, his hands on your shoulders “why are you crying? Are you okay, mon ange?”

“Yes, yes, I just… I was so scared of how you were going to react and… you know” you moved your hands around, stopping when he started laughing. “Why are you laughing?”

“Because you’re adorable, and I love you too much” you simply smiled and let him kiss you, for a second there you forgot he was still in a towel and just realized how gorgeous and hot the man in front of you was, you must have been staring because you noticed him smirking at you, kissing you, letting his hands wonder around you, but you couldn’t help but notice how he was being a little more careful with you, too careful.

“what are you doing?” you pulled back

“kissing you…I’m sorry, did I misread the signs?”

“no, I want this” you point up and down at him “but I don’t want you to hold back”

“I’m sorry, I’m just scared to hurt you or the baby” you smiled fondly at him and kissed his jaw

“that’s cute, but I want you, and I don’t want you told back, please”

“I won’t, then” he picked you up, his towel dropping when he got the both of you in the bedroom. You didn’t know why you were so scared, this was charles, it was always going to be okay”

[ln4bub]

Can I get 48,53 and 58 with Lando? Make it extra spicy

This idea has been floating in my head along with another request for a while and since Lando won the vote, this is the post you guys are getting &lt;3

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You had always been a passenger princess, willing to settle for the aux and directions. So it was lucky that Lando hated being a passenger, loving the control he had behind the wheel. The both of you were in America before the start of the triple header, enjoying a little time away from racing. You had spent the day exploring, and now Lando was driving you back to the hotel. You loved the quality time you could spend together, especially when Lando looked as good as he did today.

He’d worn a white t-shirt that emphasised his biceps with a pair of baggy black jeans. His sunglasses and fresh haircut made him look disgustingly handsome and you knew it. The rumble of the engine had coaxed you to sleep, your visions full of Lando. His large hands wrapped around a water bottle, his lips around the neck. A small drop of sweat sliding down his neck, or the way his hand had rested on your thigh whenever you sat. A small pothole jolted you awake, your head lightly bumping the window.

“Sorry baby, did I wake you up?” Lando asks, his hand coming once again to rest on your thigh. You hum quietly, not fully conscious yet. You stretch your legs in your seat as best as you can, groaning at the relief. “Were you dreaming about me Y/N?” Lando questions, glancing over at you. “Maybe,” you mumble shyly, “Why are you asking?” Lando smiles, “Just sounded like you were.” He explains, shooting a wink your way and making the heat rise to your cheeks.

You check the screen on the dashboard, realising you’re still 45 minutes from the hotel. You settle back into your seat, the throbbing between your legs from your dreams becoming more prominent. You squirm slightly, attempting to relieve the pressure. Watching Lando as he drives doesn’t help your cause, admiring his arms resting against the door and the way his fingers wrap around the steering wheel. Lando can see your struggle, the way you begin to fidget as your eyes roam his body.

“Sweetheart stop squirming, you’re distracting me when I’m trying to drive.” He reprimands, but the tone of his voice only drives you crazier. He notices the way your breath hitches and he chuckles. “Wow, so desperate that just me being demanding turns you on. Such a slut aren’t you?” He asks, his thumb beginning to rub circles against the skin of your thigh. You nod, legs squeezing together but Lando’s hand stops you.

“If I have to pull over you won’t be able to walk for the next week, and you don’t want to have to explain that to the paddock do you baby?” He asks mockingly, his hand swatting your thigh. You whimper at the feeling, stuttering out a meagre “Please Lando.” He laughs at you, the sound sending shivers across your skin. “I did warn you.” He says ominously before turning off the highway. “You’re lucky I know my way around baby or else we’d have an audience.” Lando huffs, eventually pulling the car to stop in a secluded area.

“You’d like that though wouldn’t you?” He asks, undoing his seatbelt and sliding his seat backwards. “You’d like it if people could see what I do to you, how dumb you get for my cock.” Lando reaches over and undoes your seatbelt before pulling you into his lap. You feel his hard cock underneath you, your body subconsciously grinding against him for friction. His hand slaps your ass, halting your movements. “Stop being so fucking greedy, I didn’t say you could do that.” He whispers, a hand coming to wrap around your throat. “I’m gonna have to punish you for not listening to me my love,” He says mockingly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Get out of the car.”

Your mouth drops open at his request and he just raises an eyebrow at you. “Did I stutter, get out of the car, now.” He tells you slowly. You scramble to get out, Lando following after you. He shuts the driver door before pushing you against it. “Such an eager whore, I knew you’d get off on the risk. Want to chance it baby? See if anyone spots you stuffed full of my cock?” Lando asks, placing kisses to your neck in between his sentences.

“God yes, please Lando.” You whine, hips bucking against his leg. He chuckles at your desperation before sliding down to his knees. His hand smooths over your leg as he places it over his shoulder, spreading you open for him. “I want you to look at me and only me, if I see those pretty eyes close then I’m gonna stop.” He tells you, fingers dragging your underwear down your legs. He slides his hands up your legs, slipping them around to rest against your ass. He pulls you towards his mouth, latching onto your pussy and groaning at your wetness.

Lando swirls his tongue around your clit, flicking and sucking. Your hips buck away from his mouth at the onslaught of stimulation but his hands force you against him. His right hand pulls away only to come back down with force, leaving a stinging sensation to travel down across your ass. The pain is a reminder of his warning, don't look away and don't close your eyes. Your head drops to watch his actions, finding him already staring back at you. His stare pierces yours, his eyelids fluttering slightly with every hum that leaves his mouth at the taste of you. You can barely make out his eyes in the dark given the way his pupils are blown with lust, but they sparkle in the slight moonlight with every movement of his head.

Your legs start to close around Lando's head, his tongue dipping in and out of your entrance, pulling more of your juices from you. He scrapes his teeth lightly over your clit, the sharp sting causing your knees to buckle. Lando's hands are the only thing holding you up as you cum, his tongue not stopping as it draws an intense orgasm from you. Lando kisses your clit, giving one last suck to your entrance and causing you to moan out his name. He stands from his kneeling position, lips glistening with your cum. You pull his face to you, tongue sliding into his mouth to taste yourself. He groans into the kiss, your hand cupping the bulge in his jeans. "Fuck baby, pull me out." He instructs, leaning his hips back to give you better access before continuing to kiss you. Your fingers fumble with his zipper, eventually dragging it down and pulling his jeans down enough to gain access to his cock.

He's heavy in your hand, hot and throbbing. His cock twitches at your touch, your hands cold from their perch on the car. His jaw drops as you begin to pump your hand, groaning in your ear as he drops his head to your shoulder. "Oh god Y/N, so good to me." He moans, leaning to muffle his sounds against your neck. "Can't wait anymore babe, go stand in front of the car." He tells you, pulling your hand off of him. You do as he says, standing in front of the bonnet of the car. Lando appears in front of you, "Bend over." You hesitate, causing Lando to raise an eyebrow. "I'm not kidding." He grabs you by the hips, folding you over the front of the car. You whine out at the feeling of the cold exterior against your exposed skin, goosebumps travelling over your body.

Lando glides his cock through your folds, coating it with your wetness before sliding in. Your back arches at the intrusion, walls fluttering as a moan escapes your lips. He doesn't hold back, slamming his hips against yours, a hand on your own to prevent you hitting the car itself. Your whines and moans spill out of you uncontrollably, Lando's cock hitting the perfect spot. "Yeah? Right there baby? That feel good?" Lando asks, his hand coming to pull your hair. Your back is forced into an arch, Lando's large hand covering your mouth. "I know it feels so fucking good Y/N, but I don't want to get caught so I'm gonna need you to be a good girl for me and keep quiet, can you do that?" He hums, hips not stopping their brutal pace. You nod against his hold, feeling a second orgasm brewing in your stomach. "Ohhh I can feel how close you are, do you wanna cum for me?" He asks, pressing you gently against the car.

"Please Lando, wanna cum f'you, please." You babble, legs barely holding you up at this point. "Such a good girl, don't even have to tell you to beg." Lando groans, his hips stuttering against your own. "Cum for me, soak me baby come on, need it." He whines, slamming into your g-spot as you cum around his cock. Your eyes roll back, thighs shaking, jaw falling open. "There we go, let it happen. You feel amazing, oh god." Lando whines, barely managing to fuck you through your orgasm as he holds back his own. Before you can comprehend what's happening, still experiencing aftershocks, Lando pulls out and spins you around. You drop to your knees, mouth open and tongue out as he pumps his cock. Your cum lubricates his dick, the lewd wet sounds filling the air as his cum spills out. Ropes of it hit your tongue, some missing and landing on your cheeks and chin. His knees buckle slightly with the force of his orgasm, groans of your name leaving his lips.

You wrap your lips around his cock, sucking the tip until you can't pull any more cum from him. He whimpers in sensitivity as you remove your mouth, the cold air hitting his wet cock. "Swallow baby." He instructs, his fingers scooping up any of his load that missed your tongue. He taps against your lips with those fingers, your tongue swirling around them to clean them off. You moan lightly at the salty taste, Lando leaning down to kiss your lips in thanks. "Get back in the car, my hoodie's on the seat for you." He tells you, wrapping his hand in yours to pull you up. The rest of the journey is uneventful, you drifting back to sleep peacefully as Lando glances over to you with a smile; grateful for the girl by his side.

[tuiccim]

Lost in the Dark

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 485

Warnings: Dark content! Somnophilia, Non/DubCon, and other dark elements. This fic contains dark themes and may include potentially triggering topics. You are solely responsible for your media consumption.

Summary: Bucky comes home after a mission and can't wait to be with you.

A/N: Special thanks to my beta readers @whisperlullaby and @fandomsaremylifeline.

The house was dark as Bucky bound up the stairs late in the night. He had been gone for two days and you weren’t expecting him back until tomorrow night. He smiled as he entered your bedroom to find you sound asleep. Naked and laid out on your stomach, you had your arms wrapped under your pillow and your ass was on display making Bucky lick his lips. 

Bucky steps into the adjoining bathroom and strips. He smirks in the mirror at the wicked idea that had crossed his mind. Heading back to the bed, you hadn’t moved an inch and he chuckles lightly at the deep sleep you were in. He had rarely seen you like this and he enjoyed watching you so comfortable in his bed. 

Climbing onto the bed, he straddles your legs and positions himself. He had applied a generous amount of lube to his cock and slid inside of you with little resistance. 

“Fuuuuck, I’ve missed you, Doll,” he whispers as he feels your muscles clench around him. He moves slowly at first but the little whine you let out has his cock throbbing. It had been too long for his tastes and feeling you wrapped around him was intoxicating. His hips began pistoning, driving deeper, and he knew you were fully awake when your hands wrapped around the metal headboard. 

His hand slides under your body to find your clit and make swift circles, “Couldn’t wait till morning, doll. Had to feel this tight cunt squeezing me. Two days is too long to be away from you.”

He knows your body and plays it as a skilled master. Your body tightens and breath hitches as the waves of your orgasm break over you. Unbidden, a high pitched moan escapes you and you feel Bucky tighten above you. 

“Fuck, that’s what I needed,” he whispers in your ear as he thrusts sloppily, meeting his own end. He lays on top of you for a moment, catching his breath, and occasionally thrusting inside you with the aftershocks. Flipping you over, he looks deeply into your eyes with a sweet smile before bringing his lips to yours. He kisses you thoroughly, reminding himself of your sweet nature and softness. “Couldn't wait to get back to you, doll,” he smiles as he slips out of bed. “I’m gonna start the shower. You know I have to have you at least one more time before I can sleep.” 

You watch his naked form as he walks to the dim light coming from the bathroom. When he goes through, you wipe a tear from your eye and your hand trails to feel the collar around your neck. A delicate chain attached it to the bed frame. All made from vibranium. You had been sleeping soundly for the first time in months knowing that he was away on a mission but, now, your captor is home. 

Part 2

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[abbyromanoff]

CLOSER

PAIRINGS: Wanda Maximoff x reader

WORD COUNT:

WARNINGS: smut, Wanda has a dick, fluff, cuddle sex, mommy (R), service top!Wanda, begging, breeding, praise, fluff, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, think that’s all!

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Wanda watched the clock slowly ticking away as she lay in bed beside your sleeping body. It wasn’t often that she couldn’t sleep, she was usually the first to fall into a slumber. But tonight was different.

You had been teasing her all day, walking around in loose clothing that allowed her to see everything. When you went to the store together for a few groceries, she would stare down the wandering eyes until they were too scared to be in her presence.

You had complained about your bra since you put it on. And instead of grabbing a new pair, you decided to just go without. It wasn’t like you did it on purpose, but it’s not like you missed the bulge growing in your girlfriend's pants either.

She was too scared to say anything, to ask you for what she wanted. She always had been. She would leave it up to you to make the first move because she was ‘too shy’ as she put it. But you wanted to break those boundaries and have her desperate enough to fall to her knees in front of you.

“Y/N? You awake?” When she received no response, she huffed. Her lips formed into a pout while she continued to toss and turn. Your back was facing her and, similar to earlier, you chose to wear practically nothing.

All you had on was a long, short-sleeve shirt you had taken from Wanda. It was too big for her too, so you hoped she didn’t notice when you took it, but she always did.

Her arms loosely and softly swung around your waist, she was careful enough not to wake you. She then pressed her front against your backside in hopes to find comfort, but it only caused more discomfort in her crotch. She stuck her head in between your shoulder and neck, the smell of your shampoo filling her senses.

She subconsciously rutted her hips into you, feeling the curve of your ass press against her straining cock. She dragged her free arm down to her boxers and cupped her length, shuddering as she imagined it was your own hand. Or better yet, your warm walls wrapped around her.

She knew you would be tight, you always were. And the more she thought about it the harder it became to resist touching you. She finally gave in, letting her hand find its way to your clit as she rubbed small circles.

She promised herself it would just be a quick touch, but that quick touch ended up with her grinding into you as she fingered your tight hole. You were coming in and out of your sleep as you felt a fiery sensation down below.

“Mm, Wanda? Baby, what are you- oh,” You mumbled when a second finger prodded at your entrance.

“I’m sorry, mommy, but I’m so hard. ‘M sorry, I-I promise I’ll make you feel good, please?” You couldn’t respond as the only noises that escaped were quiet moans.

“Fuck, that’s it, stretch mommy out, baby.” You were guiding your body on her fingers when she curled them, hitting that spot deep inside of you that had you screaming.

“S-shit, right there! Oh, God, keep going, you’re gonna make me cum.” You were fully awake by now as Wanda continued to whine behind you. You shushed her as you chased your high, your jaw slacking as she increased her speed.

“Am I doing a good job, mommy?” She quietly asked, fear evident in her tone. You nodded quickly while the coil in your stomach tightened more and more until you were about to tip over the edge.

There was no warning when Wanda felt her fingers being soaked with your juices. Due to you not facing her, you weren’t able to see the giddy smile she had planted on her face. Knowing that she was the cause of your orgasm always caused a great sense of pride to overcome her, it made her feel complete, like she succeeded.

“You did so well, Wanda, such a good girl you are.” She blushed at the praise, hesitantly grabbing your hand and guiding it to her crotch.

“Please, you’ve been teasing me all day. I tried fixing it myself but it wasn’t the same, please, I need you.” She rubbed herself against your palm in hopes to create relief, but it only caused her cock to drool more of her pre-cum.

“Aww, why didn’t you tell me, love? You know I’d gladly help you if you just asked.” You maneuvered so you were able to see your girlfriend, and you couldn’t stop the smile that arose when picking up on her flushed-out face. She was nearly panting when you slowly slid down her boxers, letting her length be set free and slap against her stomach.

“Oh my, I wish you would’ve told me how bad it was, I hate to see my baby suffer like this.” You pouted, running your thumb across her cheek soothingly. In all honesty, you did know how bad it had gotten, you felt it before you fell asleep. But it was all a trick to force her to speak for what she wanted instead of cowering down and letting herself be stuck in pain.

“I’m sorry..” She whispered under her breath, but you still caught it.

“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart, mommy just wants you to speak up, okay?” You ran her tip across your folds, stopping at your entrance.

“Now, can you tell me what you want, sweet girl?” She led you to turn around, your eyes now facing the wall as you were restricted from seeing her great beauty. Even if you wanted her to speak her mind about what she hoped for, you were just as happy with her unworded demands.

“Can I?” She asked with uncertainty, and before you could come up with a response, you felt her dipping inside of you, grasping onto your warmth as if it were to leave her.

“I- fuck, you feel so good, could be in you forever.” She mumbled, apologizing whenever you winced from her size. She was trying her best to ease into you, to not let you feel the burning pain in your core. But it was impeccably difficult when she had been thriving off of the thought of you all day. All she wanted was to feel you, and even with your close proximity, it still wasn’t enough for her.

“Baby, you- you can’t get any closer than this.” You chuckled, only to be interrupted by a moan from deep in your chest.

“I know, y-you just feel so good, mommy. Can I move yet?” She asked, following off with a small plead in her alluring yet soft tone. You nodded, digging your nails into the arm that displayed itself over your chest, forcing themselves not to touch you. You knew she was too afraid to ask, so you instead brought her hand to your breast where it had been begging to rest. You felt her hips involuntarily speed up, looking down to notice a visible bulge resting upon your womb.

“You see that, Wands? You see how well you please your mommy, hm?” She bit her lip and smiled mischievously, reviling in your gasp when she tweaked your sore nipples.

You could tell the more she displayed her sloppy movements that she was close, she had been since you watched her cock leak for you. But you also knew she wouldn’t allow herself to release if you hadn’t. She wanted you to cum on her cock, feeling you on her fingers wasn’t enough. She needed more.

“Please tell me you’re close, I-I need to feel you. I need to feel you clench around me when you cum. Please…please tell me I’m doing good.” She begged, and if it wasn’t for the intimate position you shared, she would’ve been embarrassed for herself. It’s not that she didn’t want it, but she didn’t know how to express what exactly she was wanting from you.

“Yeah? You like knowing you’re my good girl?” She tightened her grip around you, nearly sending herself over the edge when she felt you clench around her.

“There we go, you’re doing so well. Mommy’s so happy to have such a good girl, baby.” She smiled to herself and let her lips suck on the skin of your neck.

“Listen, darling, listen to how wet I am for you.” You could both hear the sloshing of your juices as she thrusted in and out of your hole. She thrived off of the knowledge that you needed her just as much as she did you.

You could feel your approaching orgasm caving in on you, it was impossible to ignore. Wanda was too busy soaking in your pleasure to focus on herself, she didn’t even notice she had finished until you mentioned it.

“Fill me up, Wands, mhm, good girl, good fucking girl you are.” Her movements stilled, causing you to be left high and dry until you reached down to toy with your clit.

“I’m sorry, m-mommy…please don’t be mad at me.” She breathed out, disappointment lingering inside of her when she realized she had failed. She continued to toy with your breasts in hopes it would bring some sort of pleasure, her hips instantly following her movements from before.

“Wanda, Wanda, Wanda!” You yelled, making a mental note to find an excuse to tell the neighbors when they asked who was making so much noise and why, you already had too many complaints piling up.

She watched with hooded eyes as you soaked her cock, your liquids mixing as her orgasm painted your walls white. You felt waves crashing down on you as you panted heavily, your eyes finally being able to open as you calmed yourself.

“Wanda? Wanda, y-you need to pull out.” You told her after moments of feeling her stilled inside of you. Her whines in protest were enough to convince you to let her win just this once, fulfilling her dreams of keeping you full of her all night.

“Just this night? I promise I will in the morning, you’re just so warm.” You chuckled dryly and eventually nodded along, it only took a few more minutes before she was passed out behind you. Now she was the one sleeping, and you were left with her cock remaining deep inside of you, with every small gesture causing you to lowly moan.

You didn’t know how you were supposed to sleep like this, cum coating your thighs and slowly leaking from your hole, but you’d find a way.

[turtletaubwrites]

Can you do a reader x Zoro where the reader has a sex dream about Ace and Zoro gets jealous

Thank you so much for the request! 🙏🏼😊 I've been wanting to write for Ace, so this is a little taste for now. I hope you enjoy it!

Just a Dream

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Ace x Fem!Reader (just a little dream)

Word Count: 1288

Ao3 Link

Summary: You have a delicious dream about your captain's brother. Your boyfriend, the first mate, is not pleased when you wake up.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Swearing, Smut, Established Relationship, Unprotected Sex (Don't Do That), Jealousy, Anger, Dom Zoro, Vaginal Fingering, Hair-Pulling, Rough Sex, Penis in Vagina Sex, Come Shot, Comeplay, Sex Dream, Possessive Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation

A/N: This one shot isn't part of my We've All Got Needs series. I hope you like it!

The cold night kept you up, so you left your tent shivering, heading toward the small fire. 

“What’s wrong, sugar, the night too cold for ya?”

A gasp left your lips when you saw Luffy’s brother across the fire, tilting his head with a smirk. 

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, and your lips parted as Ace sauntered around the fire, sitting close enough to breathe along your cheek.

“I can warm ya up.” 

His voice came out in a low rasp as he ghosted his lips along your neck.

“O-Okay…”

He chuckled, the sound making you shiver, the cold night already forgotten as Ace licked your collarbone, leaving kisses and bites on your skin. 

Ace pulled back, smirking at you as he placed his hat on your head. The intense warmth of it traveled down as he sat back on his heels.

“What a pretty thing you are.”

He pushed you back onto your elbows and tugged your shorts down, the cold air hitting the wetness already dripping for him. 

“Mm, so eager for me,” he teased, plunging one finger, then two into you. Everything was happening so fast, and you were overwhelmed, desperate for more. 

“Ace, please…”

“Ace?”

His thumb moved to your clit, but you couldn’t feel it as the weight of blankets shifted on your skin.

You yawned as the scene drifted away, a small whine escaping your throat while you tried to hang onto it.

“Did you fuck Luffy’s brother?”

Zoro’s voice, thick with anger, pulled you from sleep. Rubbing your eyes, you shook your head, trying to sit up as you looked at your boyfriend.

“What’s going on?”

Zoro was sitting against the headboard, arms crossed as you turned to face him. 

“You were fucking moaning, telling Ace to heat you up and shit.”

He practically growled those words, and his eyes narrowed as he watched your skin flush. 

You couldn’t help but laugh, instantly regretting it when Zoro’s jaw tightened.

“It was just a dream, it doesn’t mean anything.”

“Right, a loud dream about you fucking the captain’s brother.”

Still not fully awake, you took a breath before diving back in, Zoro’s feelings clearly more affected than you realized. 

“It was only a dream, Zoro. Nothing ever happened. And I don’t want it to. I’ve got everything I need right here.”

His scowl only deepened as you grabbed his thigh.

“You’re in my bed, you came on my cock how many times last night, and you’re dreaming about getting fucked by that- that pretty boy? Luffy’s-”

“Zoro, Zoro, I’m sorry. I can’t control what my brain does when I’m asleep, I promise you’re the only one for me.”

Internally grinning at his ‘pretty boy’ comment, you crawled onto his lap, straddling him. You laid kisses on his neck, but gasped as his hand reached into your pajamas, his fingers pulling away with thick strands of your slick. 

“Zoro, I-”

“I was about to wake you up with my cock since you were moaning so pretty. But you were too busy getting fucked by another man.”

His voice was low and even, making your breath catch.

“Zoro, please, it was just a dream. I promise-”

“I’m gonna make you forget he exists.”

The threat in his words, and the sudden grip he took on your hips made you gasp. He forced your body closer, until you were grinding on his hard length, the pressure on your clit drawing moans from your lips. 

Zoro gripped the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your head to the side. His lips, tongue, and teeth were rough on your skin, and you shuddered, digging your nails into his shoulders.

“Zoro-”

“That’s right, Y/N. The only word out of your mouth better be my name. At least until I fuck it into you.”

High, breathy moans left your throat as he continued rolling your hips, his cock twitching under your clothed pussy. 

“Say it.”

“Z-Zoro…”

He growled as he pushed you off of him, pulling your pajamas off while your skin burned for him. 

“Keep it up, because I’m not stopping 'til you pass out. Then you’re gonna fuck me in your dreams. Is that alright with you?”

He had taken his boxers off, asking for consent as he caged you in, his arms planted by your head, while his cock was dripping precum as it twitched above your core. 

“Ye-” you started, but his eyes narrowed, jaw clenching as his face loomed closer.

“Zoro! Zoro,” you corrected, nodding while you squirmed against the sheets beneath him. 

He grabbed your chin, holding you still as he brought his lips to hover just above yours. His eyes burned into yours from so close, and you held your breath, the thrill of his jealousy making you wetter than it should have. 

“You’re mine.”

He breathed those words into your mouth before kissing you, claiming you with his tongue. 

Chuckling, he ate your moans as he rubbed his leaking tip around your clit. 

He pulled back to watch your face as he pressed into you, only the slick from your dream and his threats to prepare you for him. 

You bit your lip as he worked each throbbing inch into you. The sweet sting of the stretch sent your eyes rolling as you moaned his name.

Pulling out slowly, he thrust back in while you whimpered, your mind already empty of everything except for how he made you feel. He laughed at you again, rolling his hips as he built up speed.

“Look at this greedy pussy of mine. So fucking hungry, sucking me in like this.”

Zoro ran his strong hands over your thighs, pressing them down to get a better view of where your bodies connected, the sloppy sounds getting louder with each thrust. 

He was hitting so fucking deep, gliding over the sweet spot inside you. You had to keep fighting your instincts to moan how good it felt, instead letting his name through your lips like a mantra. 

He smirked down at you as he brought his thumb to your clit, and you clawed into his back while you fell apart.

“Whose cock are you coming on, baby?”

“Z-Zoro’s…”

He didn’t let up, thrusting through your orgasm, before rolling you onto your side. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, then slammed into you, the new angle curling your toes as you screamed. 

You were a twitching, drooling mess as he kept going, folding your body however he wanted. Your mind was so lost in the pleasure and overstimulation that you couldn’t even say his name, let alone anything else.

He flipped you onto your back again, smiling as his thumb wiped the drool from your lips, wringing another orgasm from your wrecked body. 

“Now there’s my good girl. You’re gonna go back to sleep now, looking so pretty with my come all over you. And I’d better hear my name on those lips, or we’re gonna have round two.”

Nodding dumbly, you opened your mouth and let your tongue hang out while Zoro pulled out of your aching cunt, fisting his cock.

“Fuuck, who do you belong to, baby?”

“Zoro,” you moaned, twitching with pleasure as hot lines of come covered your chest, some landing on your chin and tongue. You licked your lips clean, and he kissed you, rubbing his pleasure into your skin.

He pulled you against him, wrapping his arms around you as he covered you both with a sheet.

Part of you wanted to argue, to go clean up, and get ready for the day.

But Zoro kissed behind your ear, and his whispered words made you forget about everything but him. 

“You’re mine.”

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[fvckingwolfstar]

An Excuse For Jealous Sex

pairing: dom!hozier x sub!reader

summary: A request for a jealous hozier and loving overstim, hope it’s what you asked for!

genre: smut!! 18+

word count: 1,785

cw: overstim, lots of overstim, oral sex f! receiving, use of sex toys, public sex, fingering, possessive hozier, begging piv w no condom mention (WRAP BEFORE YOU TAP!)

cw: i love getting requests! don’t feel afraid to send one in. My rules are linked here🫶

smut under the cut

You sat at the bar, looking into the glass of your swirling drink, bored out of your mind. Andrew had went to the bathroom, leaving you in the loud room alone. You play with one of the straps of your lacy tank top as you see a man walk up to where you’re sitting.

“What’s your name?” He shouts over the music and talking.

“Y/n,” you say, not asking for his.

“I’m Matt,” he says, shaking your hand, “Want a new drink?”

“No, I’m not done with this one,” you say trying to show you’re uninterested.

“Well that’s fine, we can go dance instead,” he offers.

“I’m sorry… Max, but I have a boyfriend,” you say as you feel an arm wrap around your waist. You feel a kiss on the top of your head and you smile up at Andrew.

“Oh, I didn’t know —“

“Well, good thing you know now,” Andrew says coolly. He turns you around to face him, “I think it’s time to go, yeah? It’s late,” he hums checking his watch. It was like 9 pm.

You smile, “Yeah, gotta work tomorrow,” you hum, taking his hand. Andrew leads you both out of the bar, shooting a smug look back at Mark… Mike? You roll your eyes, “You don’t have to be a dick.”

He wraps his arm around you tighter as you both walk through the city back to your apartment. “What? Do you think he could treat you better?” he asks condescendingly.

You see what he’s doing, and tonight you wanted to egg him on a bit. You shrug, “Mhm, maybe.”

Instead of answering, he turns into an alleyway with you.

“This isn’t the way home,” you quip.

He doesn’t answer and instead pushes you against a wall, “You’re gonna have to be quiet,” he murmurs against your ear. He kisses your neck softly, making his way down your body as he gets on his knees. He pushes your form fitting skirt up to your waist and kisses your thighs softly. He looks up at you lustfully as he hooks his fingers in your underwear.

You whine as a the cold air hits your cunt, “Shhhhhh,” Andrew hums, smirking. He sucks a mark into your thigh, and drags his tongue from the new bruise to your pussy. The stubble on his cheeks scratches your legs as he goes. He licks between the folds slowly and teasingly, making you moan a little louder.

You press your hand over your mouth, and your other grips onto his hair as he teases you with his tongue. He hums and goes into suck on your clit, circling it with his tongue. You arch your back and gasp at the feeling. Andrew holds your hips into place as he eats you out mercilessly. Your moans grow louder, even though they’re muffled by your hand.

He presses you against tthe wall harder and continues working you with his mouth. Your body shakes over him as you cum in his face without warning. He sucks again, making you shiver before pilling away. He fully slips your panties down your legs and stashes them in his pocket.

He stands up, making sure to steady you, “You alright?” He asks, fixing your skirt.

You nod sleepily. He walks home with you, making sure to keep you awake.

When you get home, he leads you upstairs, stripping you down, “Be a good girl and get on your hands and knees,” he whispers into your ear. He leads you down to the position, “I love seeing you like this,” he hums before running his hand up your back.

You shiver at his touch, pushing back against him, “What to do with you?” he mumbles to himself before stepping away and going to the closet. He rummages through a box quickly before coming back with a vibrator wand. You look over your shoulder just as he switches it on.

While it’s buzzing, he puts it against your thigh lightly and you gasp. He runs it up your thigh, over your ass, and down the other thigh. He brings it slowly to your inner thigh, tediously bringing it up to your heat. As it makes contact with your clit, you whimper softly. “Oh, baby, it’s only on the lowest setting,” he chuckles lowly.

He raises the setting once and lets you revel in the vibrations, while rubbing your back reassuringly. You mewl against the bedspread, your face smashed on its side into the purple duvet. You rubs your hips against the toy, expecting him to pull it away. Instead, he raises the vibration again. “Fuck, Andrew, I’m close,” you warm him. He shushes you and presses the vibrator against you firmly.

Your body aches as you cum, your core becoming more sensitive as he keeps the toy pressed against you. You look back shakily and say, “I… I came.”

“I know, baby,” He says, kissing your hips as he lowers the vibrations, “Lay back down,” he commands softly. He starts to rub your cunt with the toy, setting it to start and stop pattern. You let out a broken gasp, burying your face in your arms. He intensifies the vibrations in the pattern. You arch your back, pushing your hips back into the vibrator, your pleasure intensifying.

You climax again, letting out a raw moan. He finally shuts off the toy, setting it on the bedside table. He rolls you onto your back, chuckling as he sees the wrecked state of you, “Color?” he asks.

You smile up at him, “Green,” you confirm. He smirks and runs his hands down your torso, stopping at your tits to pinch your nipples quickly. He snickers as you gasp. He brings his hand down further, ending at your core. He runs his fingers over your heat, circling your clit slowly.

You stagger a bit, “I already came like three times tonight,” you say softly.

“Who said I was done with you, princess? I haven’t even got to claim you,” He hums, leaning over you to kiss and suck at your neck, his stubble tickling your cheek. You sigh quietly as his fingers slip into you, prodding gently at your g-spot. You begin moving your hips in tandem with his hand, your pants and gasps picking up.

He brings his head up to yours, ghosting his lips above yours before he moves to stand in front of you. He pushes your legs up with his free hand, “You behave so good for me,” he mumbles, his finger movements becoming more intense.

Your moans become choked sobs you feel the painful tugging in your abdomen again. He still doesn’t let up, allowing you to chase your orgasm one more time. You cover your face with your hands, embarrassed of the mess you’re about to make. He pulls your hands away from your face, “I wanna see that pretty face.”

You look up at him, your eyes blurry with tears. You let out a sob as you fall off the edge. He stills his fingers, not taking them out, “Color?” he asks, slightly out if breath.

You lay there for a moment, your legs lax at your sides, trying to catch your breath. “Green,” you say quietly, closing your eyes.

Andrew leans down to kiss you before pulling his pants and boxers off, still wearing the dress shirt he wore before. Now his first few buttons were hastily undone. He pushes his hips against yours, angling himself so he can finally push his length into your sensitive warmth. He lets out a low groan as he does.

He stays there for a second, allowing both of you to adjust, “You don’t know how much I need you, Princess,” he pants as he begins to thrust. He buries himself in your chest, grabbing and sucking on your tits. Worshiping you.

You hold his hair tightly as you whimper. The painful tug in your stomach coming to you quickly, “Please, please, please,” you ramble incoherently.

He brings his callused thumb down to rub at your throbbing clit. You yelp as he does, already overwhelmed by pleasure. He smirks, only circling his thumb around your clit three times before you cum on him again. You claw at his back, letting out sobs of pleasure. He slows down to a stop so you can catch your breath.

“Fuck, Andrew, fuck…” you mumble, not being able to say anything more.

“I haven’t come yet baby,” he whispers in your ear, beginning to move again. You pant softly, your walls sensitive to every move. You tug at the bedsheets, trying to distract from the overwhelming sensitivity in your cunt.

When his strokes become frantic is when you start to moan loudly again. He holds your hips tightly, pounding you relentlessly. You lose yourself in the feeling, the pain becoming pleasure again. You bring your hand down to rub your clit roughly, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, again.”

He thrusts deeper into you, reveling in your sweet noises. He cums deep inside of you, a deep groan coming from his chest as he does. You cum around his cock, squeezing around him.

“Again, lemme go again,” you babble, “wanna cum again, please, please,” you beg, carding your hands through Andrew’s hair.

He laughs at your state, kissing you quickly, “You wanna cum again?” he asks, “Was this not enough?” He asks, pulling his cock out of you.

“Need it, just one more, fuck please,” you plead, looking up at him with your desperate, teary eyes.

He hums softly, mulling it over in his head. He leans down to kiss your lips deeply, “One more time,” he says. He kneels in front of you again, like he did earlier in the night, and runs his tongue up your thigh and to your cum soaked heat. He licks in between your folds, tasting himself there and humming. He looks up at you as he takes your clit between his lips, sucking and flicking his tongue on it.

You pant as he kisses cunt, his arms around the place where your hips end and your legs begin. He lets his tongue leave the suction cup of his lips, to lick your folds. You hump his face as you grow closer, the pain being traded for pleasure once more. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, thank you,” you mumble, “thank you, I love you.”

As he listens to your babbling, he chuckles against your pussy, sending you over the edge again. You cum on his face with a high pitched cry. You hold his head in place as he eats you through it. He pulls back and leaves kisses to your thighs as you calm down. “Let’s take a bath,” he hums.

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Can’t sleep? - C.S

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(Femreader x Chrissturniolo, sub!chris, dom!reader, smut, oral male!receiving, fluff, not proofread!, you know the rules)

Summary: Chris is struggling to sleep due to stress and y/n knows a way to help him..

I feel so bad for Chris, he’s been having sleepless nights, worrying about making content for him and his brothers youtube channel.

Me and Chris have been dating for about 2 years and he loves to post about me and the fans love me, most of them. Our relationship has been so great but up until recently he hasn’t been able to sleep properly, and because he doesn’t want to ruin my sleep he’s been sleeping on the couch.

No matter how much I tell him to sleep in my room he refuses to disrupt my sleep. But finally I’ve convinced him to try and sleep with me just for tonight to see if it will help.

We’ve been lying in bed for about an hour and I’ve felt myself wanting to sleep but I just want him to sleep first, he seems wide awake staring at the ceiling. “You okay baby?” I whisper as I snuggle up to him, he sighs deeply and shakes his head. “It’s okay my love.” I stroke his head softly.

My dim lamp across the room illuminates his eyes, which have tears in them. “Don’t cry, I wish I could help you.” I kiss his cheek, “I know.” He croaks. “I could help you..” I lean on my elbow and look at him, his eyes travel to my face.

“How?” He asks me softly, my eyes flick down to his pyjama pants and back up to his face, when he realises what I mean his face lights up. “You’re gonna give me a blowjob?” He leans to me whispering as if we’re sneaking around and doing things we shouldn’t. I smirk.

“I don’t think it’ll help me sleep but I’ll take it.” He chuckles softly, he goes to stand up and I push him back onto the bed. “Stay there.” I sit up, his eyes widen before he smiles widely, this isn’t what I’m usually like, he’s mainly the dominant one but I thought I’d switch the roles.

I slide his pants down off of his ankles and on the bed behind me. His boxers have a large imprint of his cock, I graze my hand across the bulge painfully slowly causing Chris to buck his hips upwards. “No.” I speak sternly, he swallows loudly, “please ma.. please.” He looks at me with puppy dog eyes.

I pull down his boxers gently, his dick springing up the tip leaking with precum. His expression of excitement is so fucking adorable. I wrap a hand around his member causing him to breathe in sharply, I pump my hand up and down watching his face shift as his inner eyebrows raise and his eyes squint.

Without warning him I place my tongue on his sensitive tip, a slight whimper leaving his mouth. “More.. please.” He begs, I smirk before taking his cock into my mouth fully and sucking it, his hand grips the sheets and the other hand is on the pillow next to him. I fasten my pace, the moans and heavy breathing that parts his lips only encourages me more.

His tip kisses the back of my throat repeatedly as my eyes water, “fuck.” He whines, he makes such pretty noises. “I’m gonna cum ma..” he breathes out heavily. I only continue to suck his dick not replying or taking notices of his words, his hand comes down to try and guide my head but I smack it away and remove my mouth from him instantly.

“I’m sorry baby please..” his head tilts as he looks at me, his expression turning to annoyance as I refuse to continue, “apologise for trying to take over.” I look at him and he swallows harshly, “I’m s-sorry mama.. I didn’t mean it.. please” he pouts lightly and I smile before returning his length into my mouth.

After a few minutes of him moaning and whining as I bob my head on his cock. He groans, “I’m boutta cum..” he bites his lip as I take his dick deep down my throat again. “Shit..” he whines before I feel the warm liquid spilling into my mouth, I slow my movements and swallow each bit of it before popping my mouth off of him.

“That was.. amazing..” he smiles, an expression of euphoria on his face. He yawns slightly as he pulls his pants back up, “you feeling tired yet?” I ask him gently, getting back into bed comfortably next to him, “hm..” he hums, his eyes drooping as he lowers himself to lean on my chest. “These are the comfiest pillows ma..” he whispers as he adjusts his head on my boobs.

“Go to sleep baby.” I stroke his head gently, he quickly lifts his head up causing me to look at him with confusion, “goodnight.” He smiles as he kisses me softly before putting his head back down. Not a minute passes before I can hear a slight snore coming from him, it’s comforting.

I feel so much happier knowing he’s sleeping in the same room as me for the first time in like a week and he’s actually sleeping.

“I knew that would work.” I whisper as I continue to play with his hair.

A/n: this was cute and fun to write I hope u guys like the fic! I’m gonna try to finish A+ student in the next 2-3 parts bc I have a very creative series I want to write and start! (It may have a tiny little eenie meenie bit of inspo from yandere sim.. without the crazy killing.. mostly…) love y’all

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Race Day - Part Six [OB38/OB50/OB3/OB87]

Series : Younger Sister

Summary : Ollie's finally racing in Formula One, and you're there to calm his nerves and be with him

Pairing/s : Oliver Bearman x Norris!reader, Lando Norris x sister!reader

Word Count : 2.2k

Masterlist Oliver Bearman Masterlist Lando Norris Masterlist Younger Sister Masterlist Tag List

Previous

The time had arrived when Ollie was now walking into the paddock for his first ever Formula One race. You were walking slightly behind him as you spoke to Lando and Oscar, who had given you a ride to the paddock because you actually woke up on time today. Every photographer wanted to get their chance to take pictures of Ollie, and interviewers wanted to get their segment with the rookie driver. 

Saying goodbye to Lando and Oscar for a little while as you waited outside of the Ferrari garage as Ollie was talking to interviewers, David stood next to you 

“Good morning Y/N” He smiled and you smiled up to him 

“Morning” You mumbled, still not being fully awake and just wanting to crawl back into bed 

“Typical teenager” David chuckled, and you leaned against the garage, taking a picture of Oliver as he spoke to Sky Sports. Oliver soon walked back over with a smile, although it didn’t quite reach his eyes. The anxiety sitting behind his eyes showed because you were used to seeing them in your own eyes. 

Walking into the garage trailing behind him slightly as different members of staff welcomed him into the garage for the day. Ollie took your hand as he walked to the drivers room he was now using for the weekend. 

Letting Ollie set his stuff down, you stood in the corner feeling slightly out of place compared to standing in Lando’s driver room. Oliver sat down on the little bench before opening his arms up, motioning you to walk, over which you did. 

Standing between his legs, you rested your arms on his shoulders as you looked down at him with a smile. Your thumb gently caressing his shoulder 

“I’m so scared” He whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist 

“It’s okay to be scared. It’s totally normal it’s kinda like joining a new school but with everyone in the world watching” You joked as his face fell

“Shit I just made that worse. But it’s totally normal. You’re gonna do brilliant, and I know it because you’re brilliant. And I know you’re probably worried about not having anyone to talk to but I promise you driver’s are going to talk to you and if they don’t well a couple of them have me to deal with” You smiled and he smiled looking up at you

“You suck at pep talks” He chuckled, and you smiled 

“Sorry. Although I’ve been told that before” You laughed, pushing hair out of his face. Looking at your phone just to check the time but deciding to take a sneaky picture of Ollie.

“You should take a seat. You’ll be standing for a while” Oliver frowned as you shrugged 

“I’m used to it. I’ve got Lando as a brother” You joked, and he laughed, pulling you to sit on his lap. You let out a squeal, not expecting him to do so.

“What did Lando do last night?” He asked, and you chuckled 

“Well obviously we said bye and I walked into our hotel room after he told me he’d be sleeping but when I shut the door and turned around for him to just be sat staring at me. I obviously wasn’t expecting it, so I kinda screamed” Oliver let out a laugh, which made you smile because he was clearly so much more relaxed now. 

Reaching behind him, you grabbed the Ferrari cap that he’d left sitting on the bench, placing it on his head 

“You’ve got to get to the driver’s parade and just remember that everything will be okay and that your dad and I are sitting here waiting for you. Remember, the parade is just to wave to fans and talk to the couple of interviewers” You smiled, attempting to stand up, but he pulled you back down. 

“What’s going on?” You frowned, pushing his hair away 

“I was hoping that I’d get a kiss before you left me” He hummed with a cheeky smile, causing you to shake your head with a smile as the blush rose a slight bit. 

“Please?” He smiled, and you pressed a kiss to his lips with your own smile, your hand gently resting between his jaw and his neck. 

“That was better than your peptalk” He joked, and you pushed him away as you got up. 

“First of all, that was rude. Second of all you’re going to be late if you don’t get moving” You pulled him up with a laugh, making him laugh as well. 

Ollie finished the race. Watching the race from the garage was terrifying. Watching Lando had become second nature, but watching Ollie drive in Formula One was not. It was terrifying. You were basically squeezing David’s hand for most of the race. 

Watching Ollie get out of the car after the race, you were still standing in the Ferrari garage, knowing he’d get scooped up into media instantly. You knew Lando wasn’t gonna be happy placing behind Ollie, but that’s life, unfortunately. Not rushing over to see Lando because you knew that Quadrant was, there and that was the support he needed. 

You’d see him later. When you got back to the hotel room or even when he stopped by to pick you up for a ride home afterwards. You had finally let go of David’s hand when Ollie passed the chequered flag, something which he laughed about. 

Ollie soon walked back into the garage and you hung back letting the mechanics, engineers and David congratulate Ollie but once he’d seen everyone else he finally made his way over to you with a wide smile on his face. 

“You did it” You smiled, wrapping him into a hug

“Thank you for helping me” He smiled as you looked up to him 

“I did nothing. That was all you. How are you feeling?” You asked 

“Very sore, but I’m also so happy” He answered, and you nodded. He turned to David before taking your hand and taking you to his driver's room. You frowned, following behind him. 

“What’s going on?” You asked as he took a seat on the small bench

“Just felt quiet. The car’s loud, then the media and crowds are loud. Everything is just so loud today” You nodded, walking over to him 

“Sounds like you’re a little over stimulated” You whispered just pushing his hair away from his face as he nodded slightly. Moving behind him on the bench with a small smile

“What are you doing?” He asked as you gently placed your hands on his shoulders 

“Gonna help you relax a little. If that’s okay?” You asked, and he nodded 

“Yeah, it’s okay. My trainer's going to come get me for an ice bath soon” He hummed, and you nodded

“Sounds like fun” You smiled gently, massaging his shoulders as you kneeled behind him. His head fell forward slightly as his shoulders started relaxing. Gently smiling as you knew, he was relaxing. Gently resting your head on his shoulder as you stopped massaging after a couple minutes. His hands coming up to find yours 

“I’m so proud of you, Ollie. My words can’t even explain how proud I am of you even though we’ve only known each other in person for a couple of months, but you jumped straight into a Formula One car after one phone call. Ollie, you did brilliant” You smiled moving so that you were now standing in front of him again. 

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He blurted out as you turned to look at him, eyes wide and jaw dropped

“What?” You questioned as he took your hands 

“I was gonna ask you on our next date at the next race, but I can’t wait. You’ve helped me out so much over the two days, and I just can’t wait, " he whispered. His voice was trailing off as he finished

“Yes Ollie” You smiled as he looked up at you. 

“Yes? You mean it?” He asked, and you nodded 

“Of course I mean it. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t” You smiled gently, placing your hand on his cheek 

“I’m so proud of you Ollie” You smiled as he pulled you into a hug

“Your brother isn’t going to kill me, is he?” Ollie asked quietly, and you let out a laugh 

“He’s been wanting us to date since the first time we met in person” Ollie laughed a little 

“The last thing you need to worry about today is my brother. I’ll deal with him. I think you need to go have your ice bath and then celebrate with your family” 

“What if I wanted you there?” He asked, but before you could answer, his trainer was calling for him and knocking on the door. 

“You’ll just have to find out. I’m gonna go find Lando and the Quadrant team while you have your ice bath” You smiled, and he nodded 

“Bye. Enjoy” You smiled, walking out of his driver's room. Walking out of the Ferrari garage and over to the Mclaren garage where Ria, Max, Ethan and, Niran were stood talking to Lando, Jon, and his mechanics. 

“Ah. There’s Little Norris” Max smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. 

“Hello Maxie” You hummed slightly, leaning into his touch. Just because he was warm

“Where have you been all day than Y/N?” Ethan asked with a smirk 

“Fraternising with the enemy” Lando joked, and you rolled your eyes. 

“Oh yes. The enemy that’s only an enemy for a day and technically the day is over, so not the enemy” You shrugged, smiling as Lando didn’t have a comeback. I hummed, thanking Jon for the bar of chocolate he offered me. Your phone went off in your pocket, causing you to pull it out and look at Ollie’s text. 

“Come on then. Let’s get back to the hotel. Quadrants filming a video, so I need to get showered and changed, then I’m leaving you” You faked a cheer as you took a bite of the chocolate bar. Lando pushed you out the door, causing you to stumble with a laugh. Lando rolled his eyes at your clumsiness. 

“So anything fun happen in the Ferrari garage?” Lando asked 

“David and I stood terrified” You shrugged 

“Is that it?” He questioned with a raised eyebrow, and you nodded, not exactly wanting to tell him about you and Ollie just yet. 

“Yeah, that's it. So if you’re going out to film with Quadrant, can I invite someone over to the hotel room?” You asked, getting into the car. 

“Depends. Are you going to tell me who it is?” Lando questioned, and you shook your head

“Is it Ollie? Are you finally dating him?” He threw out the questions. 

“It might be Ollie. But no, we're not dating” You shook your head. Lando’s smile grew as he started to drive. 

“Are you going to date him?” He quizzed 

“Maybe. Lando, I really don’t know what the future holds” You shrugged, and he nodded understandingly. 

An hour later, Lando was now away filming with Quadrant while you were laying on bed watching a movie as you waited on Ollie showing up. He was just finishing up celebrations with his parents and siblings. 

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door, causing you to get up and walk over to said door. Looking through the peephole to see Ollie. You smiled, opening the door up 

“There he is!” You smiled, letting him step inside. 

“What are you watching?” He quizzed. 

“Some random movie that Hilton plays. Lando won’t answer my texts” You shrugged, sitting back on the bed. Tapping the space on the double bed next to you for Ollie to sit down. Ollie sat down next to you.

“Why do you need Lando?” He questioned, taking his shoes off so he could put his feet up on the bed. 

“He’s changed the passwords for all the streaming services we have” You huffed, and Ollie laughed. Ollie lay down on the bed 

“These beds are comfortable” He hummed, and you chuckled 

“Perks of being with a team that has hotels as sponsors” Ollie laughed 

“I say we order some snacks, find a movie, and eat all the snacks” You hummed, grabbing the menu. 

“Sounds like a plan. You pick the snacks, and I’ll pick the movie” You hummed ordering a bunch of snacks through room service as Oliver found a movie. Oliver found a movie as you got up and found extra blankets and pillows. The room service soon arrived, and you were soon on the bed laying next to Ollie as you both ate the snacks and watched some rubbish rom-com that’s probably older than both of you. 

About an hour into the movie, most of the snacks were gone, and your eyes were starting to droop shut. 

“I’m just going to move the snacks love” Ollie whispered, sitting up, and you nodded, going to follow him. 

“You just stay nice and warm right there. Don’t worry about it” Ollie gently pushed a strand of hair out of your face before moving the plates and bowls of snacks off the bed. When Oliver got back into bed, he wrapped an arm around you and pulled your body closer to him. You head resting on his chest as he played with your hair pressing subtle kisses into your hair.

Which is how Lando found you both when he got back from filming the Quadrant videos. Your head on Ollie’s chest as you both slept. His arm is holding you close, keeping you both warm. Lando couldn’t help but let out a quiet cheer, take a picture, and send it to Charles and Max F.

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[heartsforvin]

Can you write a story about vinnie reacting to y/n changing her hair color? :)

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thank you for the request !!! <33

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings: cussing, use of pet names, overall fluff

summary: vinnie reacts to you changing your hair color for the first time

over the course of a few weeks, you’ve been debating on changing up your hair color. you’ve never dyed your hair before, so it would be your first time for the change.

your boyfriend, vinnie, had dyed his hair twice, at least what you’ve seen and what he’s told you.

once a brown-ish black hair color and once red. he had shown you pictures, both being before you two got together.

when you saw the first one he showed you, you smiled and told him he looks really good with the color.

that’s when he asked you if you’d ever dyed your hair, or even thought about it. you shrugged and told him it would be nice for a change.

“i think if you did like a maroon type of color it would look gorgeous on you, baby.” he told you as he caressed your cheek.

you leaned into his touch and kissed his palm. you weren’t sure if you were going to fully commit to the process yet, but you knew your boyfriend wouldn’t mind either way.

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the minute you woke up the next day, you had your mind made your mind and decided to surprise vinnie.

he had a pretty busy day and you had never given him a full response as to if you were actually going to dye your hair or not.

so the minute vinnie had kissed you goodbye and left, you were on your way to get everything you needed.

once you had gotten everything you needed, you quickly made your way back to your shared apartment with vinnie.

the minute you stepped in the door and took your shoes off, you immediately made your way to your room.

you had changed into an old shirt of vinnie’s, along with shorts, just in case things got a bit messy.

grabbing your speaker, you finally made it to the bathroom to begin the process, hera following behind you.

the cat meowed and you smiled at her. “gonna surprise your dad when he gets home,” you say to the cat as if she can reply. “i hope he likes it.”

you play your music and started to dye your hair the maroon color you and vinnie had talked about.

as you colored strand after strand, your mind kept racing, wondering what vinnie would think once he actually saw it.

he was the one that told you the color would look good on you, but that still didn’t stop the thought of him not liking it from clouding your mind.

after about an hour, you had finally gotten every strand of hair colored. you double checked to make sure you got everything, smiling when you saw the color.

wasn’t too bright, but wasn’t too dark either. vinnie would love it, now you’re sure of it.

you cleaned up the bathroom, luckily it was a pretty easy cleanup. there was very minimal dye on the counter so it was easy to wipe it down.

once having everything cleaned up, you laid down to watch movies with hera as you waited for vinnie.

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“baby,” vinnie says softly as he strokes your cheek gently. “i’m home, pretty girl. wake up.”

you stir awake, smiling when you see your boyfriend in front of you. “hi, baby.”

vinnie smiles as he kisses your cheek. he moves so you can sit up on the bed. you don’t remember falling asleep, but vinnie did say he’d be gone most of the day and to not wait up.

hera climbed up onto your lap too, she nuzzled her head into vinnie’s hand, making him smile.

“oh i’m sorry, princess,” vinnie said sarcastically to hera. “i’m home.” he says, kissing her head.

you laugh at the way vinnie talked to the cat. “what are you laughin’ at?” he asks with a teasing smile.

you shook your head, not responding. instead, you reached over and turned the lamp on. vinnie hadn’t noticed the dimly lit room, too busy petting hera.

“baby,” you call out, fixing your hair so it looked less sleep-like. “look.”

vinnie turned his head and gasped when he saw the change of color in your hair. “holy shit. you did it.”

you giggle with a nod to your head. “i did, hera even watched.” you smiled.

vinnie threaded his fingers through your hair. “it looks amazing, sweetheart.” he compliments.

you smile and grab his hand in yours. “thank you, vin. i was afraid you wouldn’t like it, even if you did say this color would look good on me.”

“don’t like it?” he asks in shock. “you look so fucking good with it, i love it.”

you laugh and hug the boy in front of you, so happy he loves the new change in your appearance.

he kisses you softly and you squeezed his hand in yours. once the two of you pulled away, you smiled at each other as vinnie caressed your cheek.

“you look so good, baby,” he tells you as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “i love you, no matter the color of your hair, the way you do your makeup, the way you dress, i. love. you.” he tells you, punctuating each word before kissing you again.

you can’t help but smile immensely at the boy in front of you. “i love you, vinnie. thank you for loving me the way you do.”

he shakes his head. “don’t thank me, sweet girl. i’ll always love you, no matter what.”

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Bella ramsey x reader and the reader like leaves hickies on bella without them realizing and bella goes to set/ an interview with it and Pedro makes fun of them

hickeys, bella ramsey

masterlist pairing: bella ramsey x fem!reader summary: you leave hickeys on bella and when she shows up to an interview with them, pedro makes fun of them word count: 1k warnings: suggestive themes (reference to previous smut), language, pedro annoying bella, but mostly a lot of fluff a/n: bellie and pedge have my whole heart. i used she/her pronouns for the reader since you didn’t specify which you preferred, lmk if you want me to change it. also, im sorry it took so long (writer's block is a bitch) and if it seems like it’s on crack, its probably cause i was listening to queen shaki and lana del ray while writing this… <3

you wake up to the morning light, a lazy smile making its way on your face as you roll over to see Bella choosing out some rings from your small jewelry box.

“good morning sleepy,” they say, looking over at you with a smile as you get up to sit criss-cross applesauce on the edge of your shared bed.

“g’morin’,” you say, eyes still half closed and reaching out towards Bella.

they walk into your arms, their own wrapping around you.

“you sleep well?” they ask, pressing a kiss to your forehead, knowing how much morning breath kisses bothered you.

you nod against them, leaning further into their touch, “you?”

“mhm,” they hum in agreement, pulling away from you to finish getting ready.

you take in the outfit that they had chosen for their day full of interviews, starting from the black jeans that fit them way too well, up to the black and white button-up with green accents, which was technically yours.

“pretty,” you say, sleep still clear in your voice as you slightly drag on the e.

“thank you, babe,” they say, and your eyes trail up to their face to see their smile grow, but something else catches your eyes and makes you do a double take.

“um, Bells?” you say, awake now, with wide eyes, and you can feel your face getting hot.

“yeah?” they say in response.

“um…” you start to say, but words escape you.

“what's wrong?” they ask as they take in your embarrassed state.

“your- um- well- i- just come here,” you say, getting up and walking over to the bathroom as they follow you, concern clearly written on their face.

“what is it?” they ask, and you simply point at the mirror, watching their face, carefully, as they look at where you're pointing.

their eyes widen, and their jaw drops in amusement as they take in the trail of purple and red marks starting at their neck and going down under the shirt.

they start to laugh, and you hide your face in your hands.

“i’m sorry, i-” you start to apologize before Bella cuts you off.

“no, don’t say sorry, i should be the one apologizing, yours are way worse,” they say with a soft but teasing smile as you finally take your face out of your hands to look at yourself in the mirror.

you take in the matching marks left by Bella all over your neck, and when you pull the neck of your hoodie down slightly, you see more marks littered all over your collarbone. you bring your other hand up to gently trace over them.

“gorgeous, gorgeous girl,” they whisper as they walk behind you, wrapping their arms around your waist and pressing feather-like kisses on the bruises that were starting to form.

“but you have interviews all day, and now you’re gonna have to be in makeup forever,” you say, turning around to face Bella, their arms still holding you close to them.

“it’s okay,” they say with a laugh, and when you look up at them, they mumble under their breath, “i kind of like them anyway.”

a shit-eating grin makes its way on your face as you laugh softly. “well if anyone gives you shit for them, it's not my fault.”

“what do you mean! of course it is!”

“i dunno,” you shrug, “it's just not.”

“well, you’re clearly not fully awake yet,” Bella says, giving you a small kiss, “i left you breakfast, but i have to go right now, or i’ll be yelled at even more.”

“no, don't leave me yet!” you whine as you hold Bella tighter, and they press another kiss on your temple.

“i know, i don’t wanna, but i have to,” they say, and you finally let them go.

“i love you,” they call out as they grab their stuff and start walking out.

“i love you more,” you respond.

“not possible,” they say as they close the door behind them, leaving a smile on your face.

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when Bella arrives at the interview site, they are immediately rushed into hair and makeup as they scold them for the visible marks on their neck.

“Bella, what the fuck!” their makeup artist, Tori, complains as she starts grabbing concealer and foundation in an attempt to cover them up.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry! blame my girlfriend!” Bella whines.

“you’re just lucky that you’re already dressed,” Tori mutters under her breath, and as she starts to apply the first of many layers of makeup, the door to the room opens up.

“Bellie!” Pedro yells when he walks in, acting as if they hadn’t seen each other in years.

“hey Ped-” Bella starts to say but gets cut off by a gasp coming out of his mouth.

“shit Bella, your neck,” he says in shock as Bella hides their face in their hands, causing Tori to roll her eyes.

“i know, i know, blame her, not me,” Bella says, referring to you, as Tori moves their head to the side.

“oh, i highly doubt that,” he says, laughing harder by the second as Bella’s face starts to get red.

“what's that supposed to mean?”

“that knowing both of you, the poor girl is probably ten times worse.”

“Pedro!”

“am i wrong?”

“well-”

“am i?”

“...no.”

“see!”

“whatever,” Bella groans as they roll their eyes and throw their head back.

“let’s just hope that makeup covers all of that up, 'cause little Bellie went to town last night,” he says, laughing again as Tori nods in agreement.

Bella turns to flip Pedro off, but Tori quickly slaps their hand away and tugs their head back to the side, making Pedro let out another laugh, which causes Bella to cross their arms.

⭒⭒⭒

it takes some time to get them both ready, but once they are, Bella turns to Pedro.

“just... don’t tell Craig,” they say, holding out their pinky to Pedro, and he links them together, nodding, as they walk out to meet Craig and Neil.

“hey, Craig!” Pedro yells as they get closer, “guess what Bell-”

“PEDRO! NO!” Bella yells in distress, and Pedro just crackles and leans in toward them.

“man child,” Bella mutters under their breath as they roll their eyes, fondly.