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starlighttsv · 1 month ago

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Paige Bueckers x reader going to a store and participating in Angel tree’s

Day 2

Angel Tree - p.b

Sum: adopting kids off the angel tree and giving them the best Christmas ever

Warnings: fluff

Pair: Paige x gf!reader

Wc: 1.2k

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“Jacob, 5 years old likes Spider-Man, Batman, Iron Man, coloring books, books, and doing arts & crafts. Wants a basketball and basketball hoop. Needs all clothes and winter gear, + shower soaps, a toothbrush and toothpaste.” You read off to Paige “Alright let’s add him too, pick one more” Paige says taking the angel tag from you and putting it with the other four.

You look around the tree looking at all the tags wishing you could give all of them the Christmas they deserve but you know you can’t. Two tags stuck out to you the most so you grabbed them and walked back over to Paige.

“I can’t pick between these two so you need to choose.” You start making Paige nod “Lila, 4 years old likes Hello Kitty, Barbie, baby dolls, Disney princesses, drawing, and Stitch. Wants a baby doll and a stuffed animal. Needs shoes and clothes” you then put that tag behind the other one and start reading the second one “Taylor, 16 years old likes skincare, makeup, hair accessories, Taylor Swift, reading, listening to music, volleyball, and basketball. Wants either cds and a cd player or vinyls and a vinyl player. Needs clothes, walking shoes, basketball shoes, and all hygiene products” you then looked up at Paige “which one?” You ask

She just walks towards you and takes both tags and puts them in the cart with the others “wha-“ you cut yourself off “I thought we were only doing 6?” You say running up to Paige to catch up with her since she started pushing the cart in the direction of the clothes “and now we’re doing 7” she says with a cheeky smile that you shake your head fondly at “but I will say we didn’t think this far ahead, this carts not gonna be big enough for 7 kids” Paige continues

You look at her then the cart and before you can say anything she cuts in “you go start getting clothes for either the boys or the girls and I’m gonna go get another cart” she says passing off the cart to you and walking off all before you could say anything

You push the cart to the closest clothes area which happens to be girls and women’s. They all need coats so you grab the correct size and design you think matches each kid and decide to start with the teenagers then work your way to the kid section. Paige comes back with another cart while you’re making your way to the kid section after getting quite a bit of clothes for the 2 girl teenagers. “Is that all the girls or just the teenagers?” Paige asks walking up to you with the cart

“Just the teenagers, I’m making my way to the kid’s section now. Why?” You replied looking up at Paige, she shakes her head and says “nothing, I was just thinking we could split up for the clothes to make this go faster, I can do the boys while your getting the rest of the girls.” You nod “yeah that could work, I’ll come over to you if I get done before you.” Paige nods saying she’ll do the same and then started walking towards the boys and men section while you continue your way to the girls section.

After you and Paige both got a lot of clothes for the kids you both decided to get the other necessities next getting all sorts of soaps, hygiene products, shoes, socks, hats, scarfs, gloves, and ear muffs. “Alright I think we can start with the wish list and like list now” Paige says stopping the cart and looking at the boys wishlist items again, making you do the same “I need to get a basketball & hoop, headphones & either an iPad or iPhone, and a pair of basketball shoes & dunks” Paige reads off

“I need a baby doll & a stuffed animal, art supplies, cds & cd player or vinyls & vinyl player, and dystopian book’s & romance books” you read off “Were kinda all over the store with this one” Paige says chuckling a little making you giggle and nod “Do you wanna split up for this one too? Should we just get everything off their list separately and meet up somewhere?” You ask making Paige look at her lists “yeah probably I think there are only like 3 aisles that we both need stuff from off of all these lists.” Paige starts thinking about how you guys should do this “Alright yeah let’s split up and get everything off the lists and meet up in the candy aisle. If you need me call me.” She continues, you nod agreeing with her telling her to also call if needed.

After around a hour and a half you start making your way to the candy aisle. You got a lot of stuff and some extra things that you think they will really like - for the baby doll you also got accessories and baby furniture, for the Barbie’s you also got the dream house, you got Taylor a vinyl player with all Taylor Swift vinyls + some vinyls of artists you think she’ll like, SOOO many books, and that’s not even all of it, there is still a bunch more of what you got.

Finally making it to the candy aisle you see Paige with her cart just as full as yours “hey babe” you say walking up to her making her look up from her phone “hey princess, you ready to checkout?” You just nod and you guys start making your way to the only area that doesn’t have long lines currently and also surprisingly - self checkout.

You and Paige both go to the only open one, with Paige letting you go first and handing you stuff for you to scan to make it easier.

When it’s time to pay you grab your wallet and get your card ready to pay, then you hear the confirmation ding making you look at Paige - standing with her phone out and grabbing the receipt “seriously? P I was gonna pay, you didn’t have to do that.” You whine out

“I wanted to do it. “ she starts then continues before you could say anything “Just let me spoil you with no complaints PLEASE” she draws the please out making you roll your eyes with a small smile on your face “Technically you’re not spoiling me, your spoiling those girls.” You say smartly making Paige smack her lips together and side eye you while putting your shopping bags in your cart “Ok well technically I’m spoiling both you and those girls because now you still have 3,798 in your bank account and their getting everything on their Christmas lists. It’s a win-win-win situation” she says with a cheeky grin

“Win-win-win situation?” You mumble under your breath “yes a win-win-win situation, what about it?” Paige sasses starting to scan all her stuff, you just shake your head and put your hands up in mock surrender “nothing” Paige just side eyes you again. Once she was done scanning and you guys fought over who payed (she cheated and payed with Apple Pay while she was pushing you back from putting your card in) you and Paige turned the gifts and tags in to where you were supposed to and then exited the store “lunch on me?” Paige suddenly asks while you guys were walking to the car making you side eye her this time.

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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 3 months ago

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can you see the stars in your dreams (and do they have a lot to say about me) - Part 7

Or: a secret Admirer AU

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6

Robin’s been keeping her eyes peeled, and things have only gotten weirder.

Chrissy and Steve are still tied at the hip, still holding hands sometimes in the halls, she’s still wearing his letterman jacket any chance she gets. It all screams perfect textbook couple destined to win prom king and queen in a few months and pop out boring babies with glorious hair a few years later.

Except, she’s seen Chrissy leave two more notes in Eddie’s locker, has seen her and Steve pick up random books out of the library and pull envelopes out of them. She’d think the pair were pulling some sort of horrible prank on Eddie, if Chrissy wasn’t so goddamn nice.

And she’s seen Steve staring down the other boy, more caught in Eddie’s pull then even Chrissy is. It’s like he’s trying to melt Eddie’s eyeballs straight out of his skull with the force of his gaze. For his part, Eddie never even seems to notice.

That’s not even mentioning whatever the hell had happened in the cafeteria last week when Eddie had kissed Chrissy’s hand, and then Steve had whisked her away before Jason could start some sort of pissing contest.

Even the band nerds were all atwitter with that development.

And then there’s the other guy: Jeff.

Before this whole cluster of a situation, she hadn’t known Jeff from Adam, but now he’s everywhere. It feels like every other day now he’s climbing into Chrissy’s passenger seat and they’re speeding away, not a Steve Harrington or Eddie Munson in sight.

Or they’re in the library doing the same mail pick-up that Chrissy and Steve do together. Once, Robin had even seen Jeff by her side as she’d dropped a note into Eddie’s locker, which might be the wildest part of the whole situation; Robin had been under the impression that he and Eddie were friends.

There’s some benefits to being invisible: no one notices her.

So, she’s got all these building blocks to the juiciest gossip in Hawkins High for probably decades, but, no matter how she stacks them together, she can’t make them into a picture she understands.

All she knows is this: Steve Harrington is up to something shady.

Robin’s got her eyes open and a mission of the heart. She’ll protect Chrissy with all she has, and if Steve gets caught in the crossfire? That’s fine with her.

***

Chrissy’s still all over Harrington. He doesn’t get it, can’t comprehend why someone who leaves him such lovely, lovely notes has stuck herself to that douche’s side.

Eddie doesn’t get it.

Is it the status bump? No, can’t be, even Eddie knows the guy’s fallen a few pegs down the ladder since whatever the hell had happened with Wheeler last year.

Maybe it’s the looks? He’s got that swoopy hair all the girls fawn over, and the features to back it up. But Chrissy’s never struck him as that shallow, no matter how hot the guy is.

Is it the money, the car, the nice clothes? What does Steve Harrington have that Eddie doesn’t?

Is it the way he leans up against lockers, smiling at every girl in his sight like they’re his whole world? The way he tucks a lock of hair behind their ears, eyes smoldering, touch gentle? Steve goddamn Harrington with his jockish good looks and sweeping charms.

He just—doesn’t get it.

He also doesn’t get why he hasn’t received a note in his locker for a couple days now, not since Eddie’d come up to her table in the cafeteria and kissed her hand.

Her nails had been painted a perfect pink, and when Eddie looked away to stare Harrington down, he’d noticed the guy had nail polish on, too: a bright yellow that would have suited him if it wasn’t chipped to hell.

It was such a small, incongruous detail, but it niggles at Eddie late into the night. It doesn’t fit with who Eddie knows Harrington to be.

It didn’t fit, and he’s tired of nothing fitting together the way it should, so he’s been avoiding Harrington like the plague.

So, when he catches Chrissy in a rare moment where Steve’s not loitering in her periphery, he approaches again, hands raised like, see here, I’m harmless!

She smiles at him, white teeth damn-near glinting where they peek out from behind her lips. Eddie’s reciting sonnets in his head.

“Miss Cunningham,” he says, bending over at the waist and bowing low as she laughs at him. “Would you give this lowly Dungeon Master the honor, nay the privilege, of accompanying him on his quest this Thursday?”

Chrissy’s head’s tilted to the side like an inquisitive dog as she asks, “in plain English?”

He bounces closer, pleased to have even gotten his foot in the door. “My Dungeons and Dragons club is starting a new campaign tomorrow,” he says. “Want to come play?” When she purses her lips instead of answering, he scrambles to continue. “Or even just watch?”

Chrissy’s lips are still pursed, but she’s nodding slowly, like she’s thinking about saying yes. “That might be fine,” she replies. “Where should I meet you?”

And that’s how he finds himself with Chrissy Cunningham sitting in at the next Hellfire session. Gareth’s awkward because he always is when there’s a pretty girl in his vicinity, but Jeff smiles and chats with her like they’re old friends. Doug doesn’t seem to care one way or another, too focused on getting the newest campaign started to care about an interloper.

It goes off without a hitch, Chrissy’s presence blending into the background. He forgets her entirely until the end of the session when she starts slinging questions at them, and Jeff starts patiently explaining what a modifier is, and how they know which dice to roll as Eddie packs up his supplies.

He’s got grand ideas about taking Chrissy home, had even cleaned out his van for it, but Chrissy was always destined to pop his ego.

“That was great, Eddie!” Chrissy cuts in, barely waiting for the party to finish celebrating to speak. “But, I’m already late to meet Steve, so I’ve got to go.”

“Uh,” Eddie says, staring at her retreating back, “okay.”

She turns back around right before she’s through the drama room door, still smiling as she calls, “see you guys next week!”

She’s going to see Harrington, the bane of Eddie’s current existence, but she did say it was great. No, she’d said Eddie was great.

Truly a mixed bag.

Eddie takes his time wrangling the boys out of the room and into his van, determined to hold onto the high of Chrissy Cunningham watching him DM—no way would he let Harrington of all people ruin his night.

***

She damn-near runs out of the drama room, lie leaving a bitter taste on her tongue—she’s not late to meet Steve, isn’t planning to see him at all.

It’s just, she knows what that gleam in a boy’s eyes means; Eddie was about to do something stupid. Ask her out, or try to flirt, or do something else both embarrassing and heart-crushing for Steve.

So, she’d done what she’s best at in uncomfortable situations: she’d lied.

Now, she’s just gotta get out of the school before anyone can call her on it.

The school’s eerily empty, the fluorescent lights only on in patchy segments, luring all the lingering students into the poorly-lit parking lot where Chrissy’s car waits. She just wants to get into her bed and wait until she can debrief with Steve in the morning.

She’s just twisted the key in the lock and begun pulling it open when a hand reaches past her and slams it closed. Chrissy jumps, fear coiling through her stomach and rapidly churning into anger. She turns, back to her car, ready to curse out Eddie or one of his other club members, but the words die unsaid in her throat.

It’s not Eddie; it’s Jason. His hand’s still slapped onto her door, keeping it closed, and in the dim light of the parking lot, his eyes are almost glowing. She wants to take a step back, but he’s effectively boxed her into the side of her own car.

“Are you serious, Chris?” he asks. The nickname sounds wrong in his mouth, all toxic and chopped up. Not at all like when Steve says it. “You really are hanging out with freaks now?”

“Jason, I—” Chrissy starts, hating the way her voice trembles.

“Are you sleeping with that freak now, too?” he demands, crowding farther into her space. “Harrington was one thing, but Munson?”

He says Eddie’s name like it’s a curse. She’s scared, still, but suddenly she’s furious that she wasted years of her life with this douche, that she’s still wasting time being afraid of him.

“He’s better than you’ll ever be,” she snarls, unsure if she means Steve or Eddie. It doesn’t matter, it’s true for both.

Without wasting another word on the jackass who’s made it his mission in life to make her feel small, Chrissy yanks her door open. It hits him in the face, sending him stumbling to the asphalt with a groan.

Even still, she rushes to slide into her car, ramming the key in and backing out without even checking her blind spots for unsuspecting pedestrians.

Jason’s just making his way back to his feet when she glances into her rear-view mirror before turning out of the parking lot and onto the street.

Her hands shake on the steering wheel making the car jerk about.

She doesn’t go home.

All the lights are on in the Harrington house, and she worries for a second that his parents are home for once before she sees the solitary car in the driveway. She parks behind it, taking the extra minute to line her car up perfectly parallel to it, hoping her hands will stop shaking by the time she’s done.

Steve’s waiting on the stoop by the time she makes it out of her car and up the driveway, hands still shaking with aftershocks of flight or fight. His arms are crossed, and he’s scowling down at her from his casual lean against the closed door.

“Will you come to Hellfire with me next Thursday?” she asks, voice wobbling around the request.

“Was it that bad?” Steve asks, scowl shifting into a teasing smile before she steps into the halo of the porch’s light and he catches sight of the expression on her face. “Are you okay?”

His hands are on her shoulders, warm and grounding against the chill that’s seeped into her skin. She reaches one of her hands up to brush the wetness from beneath her eyes. “Will you come?” she asks again, question firming up and sharpening now that she’s here, safe.

Steve’s hands squeeze, warm, warm, warm. “Course, Chris,” he replies, and she was right—it is better coming from his mouth. “Want to come in?”

She follows him into the house, curling herself up small in the corner of his couch, relieved when he sits close. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t rush her at all, just waits, patient the way Jason never was.

“You’re a great fake boyfriend, you know,” she says, smiling when he laughs and knocks their shoulders together.

“Well, as your fake boyfriend, do I need to kill Eddie?” he asks, and when she looks up from her knees, his eyes are almost shining with sincerity. “Because I will, you know.”

“I know,” she says, cheeks warming, not because she likes a boy, but because she has a friend, a real one who would pick her even over his crush. “But, Eddie was nice.”

Steve hums, slumping into her further. “So, who am I killing?”

“No one!” Chrissy replies, laughing just a little. Steve’s just like a dog with a bone; she’s always been a dog person. “Or Jason, maybe?”

“What?” Steve barks, all playfulness gone from his voice. “What the hell did he—”

“He didn’t do anything!” she rushes out, making space between their bodies so she can meet his heated gaze. “He just freaked me out.”

“But, he can’t—”

“But, you’re a good friend, and will come to Hellfire next week to keep it from happening again, right?”

Steve groans, slumping back into her and hiding his face in her hair. “You’re the worst,” he grumbles, only continuing when she pinches him hard right beneath his ribs. “But, fine! I’ll go!”

“Thank you,” Chrissy replies, glad she hadn’t gone home to recover alone.

Steve rubs his face against her head like the freak he secretly is. “Anytime.”

They stay there, bathed in the quiet of their shared companionship and the frankly alarming number of lights Steve has lighting up his entire house.

She’s almost dozed off, slumped into his side when Steve asks, “but, like, how was it?”

She laughs, body shaking with delight instead of fear this time as she replies, “Eddie Munson is such a nerd.”

PART 8

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hyunjins-orange-slice-too · 8 days ago

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a kiss between clothes

pairing: daddy!chan x princess reader

genre: fluff?

warnings: daddy / princess dynamics, soo many kisses, pet names, reader is called baby- princess- little one, reader is pretty “baby” in this one. this is your warning! if you don’t like this content, if you don’t like reader being babied, or acting like a baby, then pls just skip! i don’t need your negativity.

an: tomorrow is my birthday and ive had this idea in my drafts for a while. i’m having some pretty big feelings when it comes to my birthday this year, and i’m scared to post this but.. let’s be brave.

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“i know baby..” he frowned. “i don’t want to go but i have to. this is a really important schedule and i can’t miss it.”

you sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, bottom lip jutting out, staring at the floor.

“are you mad at daddy?” he asked, opening the closet door. he had just finished with his shower. he was wrapped in a towel, his hair freshly washed and dried, but he left it natural, which you liked.

“your hair is fluffy.” you giggled. the tips of his ears went hot.

“uh.. yeah.” he smiled, running his fingers through his curls. “they’re gonna do stuff to it at the shoot anyways.”

he grabbed a hanger and pulled it out, holding it up for your approval. it was a black hoodie with a teddy bear on the front. you smiled and nodded. “i like that one.”

he walked over and laid the hoodie on the bed next to you. “i thought you might.” he smiled, before walking back to the closet to grab some pants. some plain black jeans would do, though you knew he preferred sweats. he grabbed a black t shirt, some boxers, and some socks from one of his drawers and brought everything over to the bed, tossing it down next to you.

“you never answered my question.” he said, reaching for the boxers.

you still had your arms crossed, still pouting. you looked up at him, trying your hardest to put on your best angry face. but he just thought you were cute.

“are you mad at daddy?” he dropped his towel around his ankles. “for leaving you alone today?” he gracefully stepped into his boxers and pulled them up, but your face was already flushed. he leaned down, chuckling, and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

“it’s just..” you started, trying to find the words. “today is special..” you frowned again, feeling truly sad that he was leaving you today. but you understood why. he had important schedules. the group was important. you never wanted to stand in the way of that.

he grabbed his jeans, stepping into them and pulling them up, buttoning them and securing the zipper. “i know baby..” he sounded sad. “i wish it was on any other day. but i have no control over it.” he leaned down again, placing another gentle kiss on your pouty lips. you knew what he was doing. he always did this when you were upset about him leaving. he would shower you with love, kissing you between each piece of clothing until he was fully dressed. he really hated leaving you alone.

“but it shouldn’t take all day.” he said, reaching for his shirt. “daddy will only be gone for a few hours.”

you looked at him, you knew he was lying.

he chuckled. “okay.. maybe like 5 or 6 hours.”

you made a noise of disappointment, going back to pouting.

“i know it’s your special day, princess. today is all about you and im sorry i have to leave.” you watched his muscles flex as he pulled his shirt over his head.

he looked down at you, smiling a sad smile. “you’re so pretty baby.” he brought his plush lips to yours. “daddy’s sorry.” he mumbled against them.

“i’m not mad..” you said, finally answering his question. “i know it’s important that you go. i’m just.. sad i guess.”

he pulled the teddy bear hoodie over his head, straightening it at his hips. “my poor baby..” he cooed, crouching down in front of you. he cupped your face in his palms. “i promise, when i get home, we will celebrate your birthday. okay, little one?” he quickly kissed your lips. “we’ll cuddle..” he quickly kissed your left cheek. “we’ll watch a movie..” he kissed your right cheek. “i was thinking.. despicable me. but we can watch whatever you want, princess.” he kissed the tip of your nose.

“can we watch Howl’s?” you asked, hopeful.

“of course we can.” he squished your cheeks in his hands, causing your face to scrunch up. “i’ll even do my Calcifer impression.” you giggled, grabbing at his hands to pull them away from your face.

he smiled up at you from his place on the floor, his dimple poking out, his eyes practically sparkling. “does that sound okay, princess?” he gently rubbed his thumb across your knee.

you nodded. “yeah. that sounds good, daddy.”

“thank you, baby.” he kissed your lips again. “daddy will make it up to you, i promise.” and with one more kiss to you lips, he stood.

he grabbed his socks and his favorite black beanie and headed for the door. you padded behind him in your slippered feet. he pulled his socks and shoes on and then reached for the door handle.

“i love you, baby.” he said. “i’ll be home before you know it, okay?”

you nodded, sadly. and he opened the door and then he was gone.

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p1nkprincess444 · 3 months ago

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ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ - ᴋᴏɴɪɢ

female!reader x boyfriend! konig

word count: 956

contents: 18+, loss of virginity, cunilingus, fluff

You laid on top of Konig as you two watched a movie on the couch, while he gently stroked your hair. You looked up at him as you felt something pressing against your thigh. As you looked up at Konig his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

“ I’m sorry mein liebe, ” Konig sat up pulling you along with him so you were in his lap. “ I- I know we had an agreement, but- but what if we tried again, ” he said softly as he stroked your cheek with his thumb.

At the beginning of your relationship with Konig, you both had agreed not to have sex. It’s not that you both didn’t want to but you were a virgin and his cock was nearly 12 inches long. After almost two years though he couldn’t handle not being able to fuck you.

Konig gently kissed down your neck as he slid off your clothes. “ Bitte mein Schatz, ” he looked up at you with his dark blue eyes pleading with you as he kissed your inner thighs. You gave into him as he slid down your panties, “ danke meine liebe.”

Konig lapped at your soaked cunt as lewd sounds slipped past your lips. Your head fell back against the couch as your eyes fluttered shut. Konig slipped one of his thick calloused fingers inside of you, it made you feel so full it made you wonder how his cock would feel.

“ Liebe I- I’m going to add another, ” he said as he lifted his head for a moment before moving back to swirl his tongue around your clit.

Konig pushed another one of his thick fingers inside of you stretching you open. You let out a soft whimper as he stretched you out but your mind immediately went blank as his fingers hit the perfect spot making your hips buck into his face. Your moans grew louder and louder as you covered his fingers in your cum. He pushed his fingers into your mouth making you taste yourself on his fingers. You swirled your tongue around his fingers as he looks up at you. He kissed your cunt gently before picking you up and bringing you to your shared bed. He laid you down gently before pulling off his clothes leaving only his boxers. He kissed you gently as he sat down next to you on the bed. He brushed some hair out of your face as he sat you up pulling you into his lap.

“ It might hurt baby, ” he said softly as he stroked your hair.

“ I- I know, but it’s okay, ” I smiled up at before he slowly slid off his boxers. His cock was thick and veiny it looked at least 12 inches, I gently reached out to touch it admiring the veins that covered his shaft. “ A- are you sure it will fit, ” I looked up at him as my fingers trailed over his cock making his breath hitch.

“ If not- we’ll just have to make it fit, ” Konig kissed your forehead as he grabbed lube from the nightstand.

He squirted the lube into his hand as he stroked his cock making him let out a soft groan. He gently coated your entrance with the lube. He took your hips in his hands as he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance. He peppered you in kisses as he slowly lowered you down onto his cock. You began to tear up as he tried to push you down further onto his cock, you already had 5- 6 inches inside of you but he could feel the resistance from your tight cunt.

“ I- it’s too big, ” my eyes were welling up with tears as I looked up at him.

“ It’s alright mein shatz, we’re almost there, ” he kissed you gently as he wiped your tears away with his thumb.

He eased you down the rest of the way and by the time your hips were connected tears were sliding down your cheeks as your nails were firmly dug into Konig's biceps.

Konig’s heart ached as he watched you cry, “ tut mir leid mein Schatz. ” He kissed you gently as he wiped your tears away, “ you’re taking me so well liebe. ”

You smiled at him as you rested your head on his chest. “ Is it okay- if I move, ” he asked softly as he cupped your cheeks so you were looking into his eyes.

You nodded as you kissed him gently. Konig took hold of your hips again as he slowly moved you up and down on his cock making you both moan in unison. You rolled your hips against his as your nails dug into his biceps while you moaned his name. Konig praised you repeatedly as he slowly sped up his pace.

“ Ko- I’m so- so close, ” I mumbled against his lips as his thrusts became deeper.

You cried out as he slammed into you making you cum around his cock instantly. His hips slammed into yours as he came deep inside you. Konig rested his head on your shoulder as he whispered sweet things in your ears.

He slowly slid you off of him, laying you down on the bed as he got up to get a towel to clean you off. He came back and gently wiped away any blood or cum that slipped out of you. He helped you pull one of his shirts over your head, before he pulled on his boxers and pulled you into his arms.

“ You were perfect mein liebling, ” Konig kissed you gently as he stroked your hair.

You smiled softly as you curled up to him holding onto him tightly as you began to fall asleep. Konig held you close as you slept before finally drifting off to sleep next to you.

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fullfriendnerdclutch · 11 months ago

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Richard actually preferred to spent his Spring Break lounging around his quaint and peaceful university town. But, since his Uncle drove all the way down to pick him up unannounced, simply because Richard is in the same state now, not like he could just shush that man away so he lazily packed his bag and hit the road with the 43 years old hulk of a DILF

They didn't talk much throughout the long trip into the farmland as Richard pretended to fall asleep before eventually really falling asleep on the way there. But he's dead wrong to assume that his Uncle is unaware of his avoidance. In fact, that very attitude is the sole reason why his Uncle came all the way down to pick him up. It's time to mold Richard into the perfect Dawson boys, and Spring Break provides the best timeline in order for Richard to hit his final alteration right during summer

When the pair arrived at the sprawling farm, Richard realized how stinking rich his family must be with all these acres of land under their possession. It's been more than a decade since he last visited the family farm, but clearly this visit will leave him with the memory about the family farm much more clearly. His uncle let him rest for the remainder of the day, he even fell asleep right after his quick dinner and cleaning himself. But Richard didn't expect that he needs to do some hard labour the following morning!

"Your cousin Adam is spending some time with his sickly wife while Steve took off for the entirety of this Spring Break to spend time with his kids. So I need your help, boy,"

"Wait, Adam is married?"

"Yes, a year ago, don't you remem--- oh yeah, you were on your gap year trip,"

The tone his uncle used irked Richard a bit, gap year trip, but he let it go. His mind is focused on the fact that Adam is the same age as him, and he's married? At 20? 19 if he considered the fact it happened a year ago.....what a totally different life the two of them have. His uncle snapped Richard's out of his mind as he told the pale, gangly-looking Richard to put on the boots before helping him around the farm and the ranch. Richard at first doubted that he could fit into the boots, but somehow it fits him just right. So, off he goes with his uncle

Day after day, the routine remained the same. He will wake up at around 5 or 6 AM, have his loaded breakfast and head out with his uncle. He surprisingly found himself enjoying the routine, he even started to address his Uncle with "Sir" and cooked the breakfast for the two. He simply didn't notice the change in his reflection on how his skin tanned on its own, how his form straightened rather than hunched per usual, how all his clothings somehow altered to solely consist of black t-shirt, jeans and some plaid shirt and he just didn't bother to ask his uncle for the whereabouts of his other clothing. He also failed to notice how his uncle has been subliminally planting in his subconsciousness that he enjoyed working in the farm, that he preferred to be called Dick since Richard sounded too posh for him, that Dick has always been interested with farming and the idea to continue the family's business, that Dick wanted to recruit some good trusted friends of his to join the family's business and how he needs to pivot to study about agriculture or farming in uni.....well, scratch that, he will probably drop out later in the summer and learn better about farming or agriculture by working with his Uncle.

Imagine the surprise his roommates got when Richard went back from his Spring Break 30 lbs heavier and looking like a Southern farm stud with his outfit and the way he got this drawl out of nowhere. And he apparently have a souvenir too for them

"Got these from my Uncle, now, try to put these babies on and tell me how it feels,"

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Fast forward to summer, not only Dick really followed through with his drop out plan, he brings along his now much-more fitting roommate to join him in the farm

Hey there, a bit rushed with this execution but hope it's still an enjoyable read

#personality change #male muscle growth #male transformation

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luffyvace · 10 months ago

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Dating ~ Sanji Vinsmoke ~ headcanons

These are sfw and gender neutral

for Sanji’s big day! (I’m super late ik hush :3)

pt2 here my sillies :3 : Dating ~ Sanji Vinsmoke ~ headcanons pt2

Dating Sanji includes royal treatment. We all know this. It’s so obvious. 😭 It’s in the manga, it’s canon, we all write it in our headcanons. We know this.

Royal treatment meaning sit back and relax dear, Sanji’s got this. Sea beast? He beat it up and is now cooking a delicious and nutritious sea beast stew for you, would you like that with a smoothie? Lemonade? Water? Ok water. Sparkling? Distilled? Iced?

oh your lost? Don’t worry he’s got bread and he’ll leave breadcrumbs where you’ve walked so you don’t go in circles :)

your clothes are wet? Take his. 💋

there’s mud up ahead and you just bought a snazzy new fit? He’ll carry you 🏋️‍♂️

somebody bothering you loveliest? He’s already kicked them to Australia (extra hard if it was Zoro)

Dating Sanji includes good communication.

If you feel anything but a positive emotion Sanji is on the case. And the first victim he’s pointing fingers at is Zoro 😼

”MOSS HEAD BASTARD!! YOU MADE THEM UPSET DIDNT YOU?!”

it’s not a person darling? Well what happened? What can he do to help? Did you loose something? He’ll turn into a mad man causing chaos around town looking for it! Did it drop into the ocean? He swims as deep as he needs to in order to find it.

Honestly he even babies you about little stuff :P you stubbed your toe? Want him to massage it for you? That’s it! He’s breaking out the foot spa! Take off your socks and shoes!

he did something that really upset you?! Tell him what it is right away! He’ll make sure he never steps outta line ever again! He *kiss* never *kiss* meant *kiss* to *kiss* upset *kiss* you *kiss*~

Never feel hesitation to tell him if something’s wrong with you physically “Chopper! Come check them out right now!! They say somethings’ wrong!”

Nor mentally! You’ve been going through some tough times these last few months?! Sit down and tell him everything!! Let’s get to the root of this! Together! Is it someone else?? Did it happen from something??

Even if you aren’t feeling negative emotions right now always feel free to rant to him about what’s making you happy! he’d love to hear it truly! He loves your voice even more~ 🥰 *nose bleed*

Dating Sanji includes 5 star meals.

another thing we all know. And in every headcanon- but seriously what’s all your favorite meals, snacks and desserts? Even if Luffy himself says to make one thing he might make another just because he knows you like it. That guy eats anything anyway so he might as well just make what you like! 🧑‍🍳

Dating Sanji includes overly cheesy confessions despite the fact that your already and only dating.

”My dearest..I would love if you would go out with me and make this evening the loveliest of my days! I’d wholeheartedly accept and put my all into cooking for our first date….My love and affection with herb and spice…the flavor of our intense compatibility will melt on your tongue every bite you take! Guaranteed!”

”Sanji….we’ve been dating for xyz months/years now..”

”ahhh~ Even to the blossoms of this beautiful spring day know we’re simply destined to be..! Getting married tomorrow..it’s been my dream since we’ve first met! I can see it already, smell it even..! The enchanting scene of you walking down the isle, putting your hands in mine…kiss! The happiest day of my life has officially been sealed! Everyone’s clapping! Cheering! Whoop woo’s arise in the air of our love!~ The 6 layer cake I spent every ounce of my time baking since I met you, on the side of us—predicting our perfect wedding kiss! An exact model of the scene~ It brings a tear to my eye! I hope I don’t keep you up tonight, my darling love! Because I certainly won’t be able to sleep when I’m much too busy imagining the scene over and over again until our big day tomorrow, the same one I’ve been replaying in my head since I first laid eyes on you~ 😚”

”what on EARTH Sanji. We’re only dating! Wha- What do I even say to this?!”

”you could say yes! My lovely future spouse!~ 😍😍”

”To what! You haven’t even properly proposed to me yet?! Let alone made it official⁉️“

”ohh my honey! I didn’t know you wanted to get married- the wind! The sea! The birds even know our fate! We-“

”ALRIGHT!”

”SHUT IT SEAWEED HEAD!! DON’T INTERUPT ME WHILE IM CONFESSING MY LOVE to the most wonderful soul to have ever lived~”

⚔️🗡🔥��💥💥⚔️🗡🔥💥⚔️🗡💥💥🔥

(Sanji and zoro fighting :3)

Dating Sanji includes sure fire protection.

no one will ever lay a hand on you. For a man? Self explanatory. Blast that motha sucka to space.💥 For a woman?? Welll…he’ll take all the hits for you okay?! So run away and go get Nami or Robin!! Hurry darling!

Dating Sanji includes trust.

more than anything he trusts you with his deepest darkest secrets. There’s no front when it’s just you two around, purely him. Not telling you his lineage was because he wanted to put that behind him..it wasn’t supposed to come back up. And man is he the most sorry sucker on earth when he betrays the strawhats. Because that means he’s betraying you. Pleasepleasepleasetakehimbackplease.

Uh guys I ran out of characters I’m gonna do a part two I guess 😭… I didn’t want to thooo

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formylovetodaryldixon · 9 days ago

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"Fight or fight." Daryl Dixon Imagine.

The Dixon brothers know there are only two options when faced with a problem: fight or fight, but maybe that lesson isn't such a bad one for Marley when she tries to defend her friend.

A/N: I'm not satisfied with this story but it's 4am in Peru and I didn't want to go to sleep without writing something. I hope you like it♥ (I'm sorry if anything Merle said was offensive, I really tried to think like him but I apologize anyway)

The smell of coffee and maple syrup fills the Dixon home.

There’s a faint scent of cigarettes too, permeating Daryl’s clothes as you pass him in the kitchen, (Something Daryl only did when he was very anxious) him grunting a good morning in response as his hands (experts at holding guns, making arrows, and killing walkers and people) clumsily attempt to make the best lion head pancake: scraps of strawberries for the fur and blueberries for the smiley face. When his mom was around and not drowning in alcohol and substances, she used to make Daryl and Merle these breakfasts, (a caress in the middle of the blows, or a show of peace to cushion the fact that there would be more pain) distant but never blurry stories from their childhood, good stories they could count on their fingers—but there’s something about Daryl’s frown, the way his concentration is about to pass the limit of fixation.

“Why are you so grumpy, huh?” You chuckle, playfully slapping his butt.

“I ain't grumpy.”

“Oh, no? Tell that to your brow. Are you like this because Marley’s leaving again?”

The thought makes Daryl’s heart clench.

“She ain't leavin' me. Ma baby’s goin' to preschool.”

You giggle, but you realize you’ve hit the nail on the head about his irritability because you never said leaving him, even though Daryl saw those 3 hours of classes, with a neighbor in the community who used to be a teacher, as she leaving her home, even though Marley was 5 years old and still had trouble tying her sneakers, which prevented her from running very far. But with breakfast ready, you and Daryl walk to the dining room table where Marley is sitting next to Uncle Merle, who, with his vast experience in street fighting and multiple arrests, shares with his niece some street smarts as he calls it.

“And listen, honey, if any of those uptight pricks try to mess with ya, ya clench yer fist and lean back to get some momentum 'fore ya hit 'em. Always go for the nose, ya hear me, lil' bunny?”

Marley smiles, oblivious to all kind of conflicts, the arguments, and the fights outside the walls because she grew up in a close–knit, loving, non–dysfunctional family—quite the opposite to the men’s previous lives in their house.

“Don’t tell her that, you ass—” You press your lips together, just to avoid the torrent of unfiltered words Merle easily earned. “It’s preschool, not a battlefield.”

Daryl shrugs, elbows on the table and chin on his hands.

“I had ma first fight at 6.”

“Me at 4.” Merle replies, not wasting a second to pick up the thread of the conversation, full of pride. “Marley is a Dixon, sweetheart, so s'only a matter of time 'fore she uses those knuckles. ain't that right, bunny?”

Merley uses a finger to tickle her, and Marley lets out a giggle. With a mental slap, you ask your child to finish her breakfast, but as the minutes tick by, your daughter’s dormant curiosity awakens with every second, asking you if you ever did that, too.

“I’ve never fought anyone.” You try to defend yourself, to create a safe space for her, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes when they scoff, almost in sync like besties.

“Didn’t yer grandfather teach ya how to punch?” Daryl chuckles, one corner of his lip lifting into a smirk.

“And don’ even get me started on that girl who tried to hit on ma baby brother.” Merle lets out a laugh at the memory, tense seconds after that girl said she could handle you when Daryl told her he was married. “Poor soul. Those sugartits of hers must be rottin’ away now.”

He even makes the sign of the cross over his face, almost convincing you that Merle believes in God, even though Merle only believes in Merle. But the table falls into an almost tactile silence when the baby of the house’s gaze saddens, blue eyes turning cold like her world.

“What do we do when someone is bullying someone, mama? Daddy?”

The promise of physical or mental pain in Marley makes Daryl hold his breath, but when silent gazes meet wondering what to do, he manages to let out the air before speaking.

“Is someone bullyin' ya, angel?”

“S'that damn Chinese kid, isn’t it?” Merle leans in toward her, like he’s trying to get information out of her like the bad cop. "Tell me the truth, honey, Uncle Merle will take care of everythin'."

“Uncle Merle, Hersh is Korean!” Marley frowns in frustration, but she shakes her head to ease all your concerns. “No. Miss Elena teaches us about bullying and that it’s bad for self–esteem.”

An hour later, the sun is shining and fluffy clouds adorn the endless horizon when you open the door as Daryl kneels to tie his daughter's shoelaces at the entrance, and everything is painting in beautiful shades of blue like Marley’s eyes, as bright as the idea that awakens her heart, the promise of living a different life outside of home, learning from books like her mom, and enjoying games with other children her age like her dad and uncle when they were kids. Hershel is 6 and walking down the street, accompanied by Matty, a 5–year–old boy with caramel–colored hair like candy, sweet like his shy personality when he sat reading on his porch with his round–framed glasses, but he's a little gentleman, always saying hello and have a nice day.

“Hey, Auntie (Y/N)!” The eyes of Maggie and Glenn’s son narrow adorably as he smiles, happily taking in your greeting and the way Daryl waves back and nudges Merle to make him swallow his racist comments. “Are you ready, Marley?”

Marley smiles at them and takes a few steps toward the porch stairs, but then, she stops as her mind screams at her to do what she always does before saying she left home.

“Bye, Mommy, bye, Daddy, bye, Uncle.” She waves, turning on her heels then to head down the stairs.

Daryl watches her go with a heavy heart, her brown hair like his own blowing in the spring wind with her excited walk, almost jumping with every step, her brown capybara backpack following her movements. Colors have no gender, and neither did the clothes you two dressed Marley in, always neutral because she never liked dresses or tiaras for her unruly hair like her father's.

But the moment Matty and Hershel take his daughter’s hand, Daryl and Merle’s scowls become more prominent with the surprise and the overflowing anger that is born within them in a single second.

“What the fuck?” The brothers say, in unison.

“I knew that damn Chinese boy wanted somethin' with ma bunny.” Merle’s words sour his mouth, but he makes the monumental effort not to spit out.

“Hershel is Korean, you fuc— racist.” You grimace in disgust, free to blurt out those words on an empty street.

“Whatever.” He answers, without a drop of regret, his voice deepening with the confidence in his words. “We have to do somethin' 'fore one of those bandits steals our baby, lil' brother, that Chinese boy or the nerd one.”

You exhale, because your body can’t take any more of the stupidity you hear from him.

“Matty is sweet and he’s not a nerd just because he wears glasses. I wore reading glasses too.”

“Yeah, but ya looked cute, he looks stupid.” Merle scoffs, looking back at Daryl. “What are ya sayin', baby brother? Are we makin' it look like an accident or what?”

You want to roll your eyes at all the nonsense you hear, but alarm bells go off with a panicked expression from you, eyes slightly widened in response to Daryl's silence, who, you can see, is seriously considering the idea.

“You two are damaged, really.” You squint, but annoyance makes you shake your head in disbelief. “Although their names do in fact rhyme, Marley, Matty…”

Your laughter dies when Daryl narrows his eyes at you, because the bile by that confusing feeling in the pit of his stomach makes his mouth sour as well.

“Stop it, woman, I’m warnin' ya.”

You chuckle, tilting your head slightly to look at him sarcastically.

“Or what?”

“Or there is no sex for ya tonight.”

He says it so seriously, because he means it, normal words that cause a big laugh in Merle, so open because time had given Daryl the confidence to joke about your intimacy in front of his brother.

You scoff.

“You know what? It would be better if you slept in Marley's bed or with your dear brother tonight.” With your head, you point to the accused present, although Merle frowns in displeasure. “Leave those children alone, you assholes. And now go do something useful with your lives instead of killing Marley’s friends with your eyes. I have to go back to work so please wait for her for lunch. And I beg you, don’t do anything stupid.”

With a tired sigh, because life had rewarded you with 3 children and not just one, (a titanic task of raising them because the older ones were already programmed with wrong ideas) you go to work at the infirmary. But in the company of their primitive thoughts (although not wrong ones unfortunately), their eyes meet and they come to a revelation.

“We are doin it. Hell yeah.” Merle chuckles. “But if yer dear wife finds out, she’s gonna kick yer ugly ass and mine as well. And I ain't even married to that scary woman!”

Daryl wants to say no, but that sixth sense of fatherhood that awakened in him when Marley was born is sending too many signals to his body to ignore.

“Whatever, I’m sleepin' in ma kid's bed anyway whether this goes wrong or not.”

“That’s the attitude, brother!" Merle smiles. "Cause I ain't lettin' ya sleep with me, over ma dead body.”

An hour and a half later, the Dixon brothers are standing to one side of Elena’s house, in the shadows of the wall where the sunlight can't reach, while a small group of children are playing in the makeshift playground in the backyard. Marley runs around the place like a free soul, laughing in a world rising from the ashes. She loved to walk barefoot in the dirt outside Alexandria’s walls, exploring and discovering with her body what Mother Nature still had to offer.

But the picture in from of them darkens when a boy Marley’s size that Daryl recognizes well, (a ghost of the typical bully Merle used to be), pushes Matty to the ground to take away the toys he was sharing with his daughter.

Beside him, Merle laughs watching the scene.

“The lil’ prick can’t even protect himself.”

Daryl's choice is to intervene now or see the altercation unfold, but his fatherly instincts kick in hard when Marley steps in front of the boy to protect Matty, earning a shove to her fragile body that the green grass receives. As if the world were painted red, as if his little girl's life were in mortal danger, Daryl runs to defend Marley, but he stops short (Merle's body crashing into his) when Marley stands up alone cleaning her small hands on her brown pants, only to push the boy as well with a force that is more than physical, the adrenaline that shoots through and makes her stronger than her short 5 years.

“Eat dirt, asshole!” Above his body now, Marley pushes one side of his face with her hands towards the ground.

It’s crazy to Daryl, crazier than thinking the dead came back to life when he grabs his daughter by the waist to remove her from the boy, away from the confusion and blurry vision, though her eyes remain fixed on her target—I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, Daryl thinks proudly.

But on the way back home, it’s still absurd to Daryl that he heard his little baby girl say a bad word after having protected her innocence from anything offensive.

“Marley…” Daryl looks down to meet his daughter’s curious eyes, blue ones that are as deep as her feelings at her young age. “Who taught ya to say asshole, sweetheart?”

Now that the word is free in the wind, Daryl didn’t see why he should not say it, or avoiding. But holding Uncle Merle’s hand, Marley’s innocence leads her to look at the eldest Dixon brother, only to then look at her daddy with a shrug, saying silently: I don't know.

“Ha! That's ma lil’ bunny.” Merle smiles, proud.

But when the men see you sitting on the couch on the porch of the house, Daryl looks down again.

“Good news, angel, daddy's sleepin' in yer room tonight.”

Oblivious to reality, Marley smiles.

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smusherina · 9 months ago

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yard work - chapter 11 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 5 / chapter 6 / chapter 7 / chapter 8 / chapter 9 / chapter 10 / chapter 12

Making the scrapbook was cathartic. Remembering the good times, the innocence of your childhood, was as much of a joy as it was painful. The pictures were all quite good quality since Abuela had had a film camera. Some photos had been taken with a digital camera, which had probably originally belonged to the Georges and ended up in your possession somewhere along the way.

Regina and yourself playing in the Georges' backyard and swimming in their pool, beaming smiles directed at the camera. You could almost hear the laughter. I miss when we used to be able to just have fun together like this. I guess it's a part of growing up.

Regina in a white frilly dress, carrying a small basket of flower petals, donning a crown of roses on her head. She was pouting, clearly unimpressed by the whole thing. You hadn't been at the wedding since it was a George event, but Regina's mom had been so elated her daughter had gotten to be the flower girl. I remember I was so jealous you got to go to a wedding and I couldn't. You hated it, though, which was funny. You used to leave the room whenever your mom insisted we watch the tape. I wonder if she still has it.

You sitting with Regina, hip to hip, on plastic chairs while a newlyborn Kylie slept in your laps. Regina, eyes stuck on her baby sister and a thoughtful look on her face, while you looked at the camera with a smile. She's growing up so fast. Don't think I don't know you care about her. There's gonna be a time you'll regret not spending time with her. I already feel it.

Mrs George, Abuela, Regina, Kylie in her mom's arms, and you grouped together at a parking lot. You and Regina had on little graduation gowns and had scrolls in your hands. Elementary school graduation. The summer before middle school. End of an era. I love your mom's clothes, they're so nineties. Does she still have those jeans? You should get ahold of them before somebody else does...

Remember when I sliced my hand open when we were peeling apples? That was a time for sure. I still have the scar!

You taped pictures onto the pages, wrote little things here and there, hoping the labour of your love wouldn't end up in the garbage. Or if it did, Regina would read skim through it first.

I think this album was the first time we agreed on music. Britney Spears really brought us together, huh? We even learned the choreography of Baby One More Time. Mrs George loved it. I bet there's a video of that somewhere.

Mostly the scrapbook was filled with anecdotes about your childhoods together. You did write a letter of sorts on the first page, regarding your intentions with the whole thing.

I made this for you to commemorate the good times we had. You know me regrettably well, so I think you know how I tend to hold onto things. I still have that gaudy pink Build-A-Bear you made me for Valentine's Day that one time. It's one of my most important possessions, only second to the memories we have together. You'll always be a friend to me, Reggie. If not forever, or from now on, then back then. I love you. Yours, Jorts.

You'd pretty much finished the whole thing by the end of the weekend. You spent Monday and Tuesday decorating the front cover, mostly because you purposefully put it off. You cut out letters from magazines and glued them there, painstakingly forming the words Reggie & Jorts. You'd tried to come up with something clever, but making a pun or a dumb joke felt like cheapening the whole album. A simple name made up for with fabulous decorations!

You weren't much of a painter, but you figured it'd be fitting if the album reflected its contents. It was fine if the roses you painted looked like a five-year-old did them. A good majority of the pictures featured you and Regina huddled around a crafts table, similar projects scattered all around you, young with clumsy hands but filled with artistic passion.

The album in itself was an earthy green colour, something Regina undoubtedly found ugly. The flowers brightened it up somewhat, but there was only so much ages-old acrylic paints could do. You outlined some with Sharpies. If you didn't know better, one could assume it looked like that on purpose.

You took it with you to school on Wednesday. You had it weighing your backpack down the whole day. You sweated under all your layers, and by the end of it, you were sure you were sporting some epic pit stains. Gross, but you were so nervous. You hadn't broken into anyone's locker in so long. And it was Regina George's locker.

You loitered around the hallways as they emptied out steadily, people heading home or off to extracurriculars. As you approached Regina's locker, you swallowed down your nervousness and got to work.

It wasn't hard. The combination locks were all old and weak, more of a formality than an actual barrier between one's stuff and a burglar. The lock clicked open easily and you wasted no time in stuffing your album inside.

"Hey!" Just as the resounding click of the lock going back into place came, a voice called out to you. "What are you doing with Regina's locker?"

"Uhh..." Gretchen Wieners stood at the intersection of hallways, hands on her hips and accusatory eyes burning holes in you. You made the swift decision that you did not have time for this. You booked it.

"Hey! Get back here!" Gretchen, surprisingly considering her heels, started after you. "What did you put in it? You cannot prank Regina, or- or, oh, was it a bomb?"

"It's not a bomb!" You shouted over your shoulder, sprinting towards the exit. The aggressive clacking of Gretchen's heels on the floors as she ran after you would surely haunt your nightmares. How could she even keep up with you?

"If it's not a bomb then what!" How was she closing in on you? It seemed like she was not even fazed by your little race, meanwhile, you were already winded. The exit was not that far away, but it felt like miles.

"It's Regina's business now! Ask her tomorrow at school or something!" The doors to freedom approached. "Stop chasing me!"

"Stop running!"

"No!"

You burst out and quickly hopped down the stairs, two at a time. Gretchen was still on your tail, but once she got to the top of the stairs shouted: "Karen! Tackle her!"

You hadn't even noticed Karen fucking Shetty. There was no not noticing her when the girl sprinted at you with perfect athletic form and squashed you like a linebacker.

You collided and flew into the snow. Better than the concrete of the footpath but it still hurt like a bitch.

"Get off of me!" You tried to get out from under her, but Karen was surprisingly dense. She was small but it was as if there were stones in her body instead of organs. "Fuck!"

"Keep her there, Karen, very good."

"Thanks!" Karen beamed, which was a much more common expression on her than the bloodlust she'd shown earlier.

"This has nothing to do with you." You snarled, still wriggling. "This is between Regina and me."

"Whatever's between Regina is between us," Gretchen said, all hoity-toity. "Now, tell me exactly what you put in her locker."

"A fucking photo album." You hissed, closing your eyes and clenching your jaw. What lie could you come up with? "Our families used to know each other. It's mostly pictures of her, so I just thought to... Return it."

"Oh, that's so nice!" Karen's hold loosened and you went to escape.

"Nuh-uh, not good enough." Just like that, Karen's weight slammed back down onto you. Your breath wooshed out of your lungs.

"What more do you want?" You wheezed out, getting sick and tired of this.

"Why was it in your possession?"

"I don't fucking know! It just was!"

"Hmm. And why couldn't you just give it to her?"

"You think that would've gone well, Gretchen? Seriously?" You turned your head with great effort, staring up at the girl. "Please, just let me go."

"I don't think I believe you." Gretchen squatted next to your head. "We're going back and checking it's what you say it is. And then you might be free to go."

"Fuck you." You hissed but made no move to book it when Karen hauled you up.

"That's not very nice." Karen pointed out.

"I don't want to be nice to Gretchen right now." You had no real issue with Karen, even if she had just tackled you.

"Oh, okay." You couldn't see her when she was holding your wrists behind your back, but you could imagine she was bobbing her head up and down like she was known to do.

You were walked back into the building, going mostly without a fight. Gretchen strutted along proudly as if capturing you was some great victory. Regina had trained her well. You weren't sure if that was impressive or just sad.

"Open it." Gretchen gestured once you were back at Regina's locker.

"I need my hands to do that." You helped out, smiling at Gretchen like she was stupid. Sputtering and offended, she instructed Karen to let go.

Instead of running like you should've, taking the chance you could get out if Karen didn't get a one-up on you, you obediently cracked the code again. Was it selfish that you kind of wanted others to know about you and Regina? Was it totally horrible of you to want to know it was real and have proof of that? Well, if it was, there was no helping it.

Gretchen snatched the album from the locker before you could even think to touch it. Karen sidled up to her, peering over her shoulder as she opened it.

You stood by, waiting for their judgement and looking at the ceiling. There'd been a water leak right there, based on the discolouration. Gross.

"You... You're J. J is for Jorts." Gretchen said. She sounded weird, like hollow or something. "J is for Jorts." She said again, breathy and disbelieving.

"What?" What the fuck was going on?

Karen spoke then. "She talks about J a lot. Like, a lot a lot. A whole lot." You nodded slowly as Karen went on. "J's like, her true love. It's so cute."

"J is not her true love, Karen! They are both girls." Gretchen pointed out. You had to agree. "Are they?" She looked you up and down judgementally.

"Yes. I am a girl." You said. It was true, you were female and around the age that it was acceptable to be referred to as a girl. Even so, it made you distinctly uncomfortable.

"Hmm." Gretchen didn't seem to believe you. Karen was busy cooing at the pictures of small Regina. It was sheer luck they hadn't bothered to read your writings.

"Look, can I go now? I know I'm busted, you're probably gonna confiscate the album, and Regina will never see it. Happy?"

"No. Karen, please put it back in the locker." Gretchen said, not taking her eyes off of you. Karen did as asked with a pout. "What is your relationship with Regina?" The album was back in the locker, but it hadn't been locked again.

"Nothing." And that was true. There was nothing there anymore.

"That's a lie and you know it. If you're J, then you've known each other at least since middle school. Based on the pictures, even longer."

"Who is J?" You asked in exasperation.

"Somebody who she has protected for years now. Somebody who is always better than we could ever be." Gretchen pointed between herself and Karen. "J is important to her."

"Okay, well, good for J, I guess."

"You're so infuriating." Gretchen sighed, pinching the skin between her eyes.

"You aren't the first to tell me that."

"Of course, because Regina has said that to you. Because you've known each other forever. Because you're J."

"Listen, I may look a bit butch, but I have a perfectly ordinary girl name."

"That is not the point!" She spoke fast and high-pitched. "You. It's you. You've been under our noses this entire time! Do you realize how much easier things could've been if you were around?"

"Excuse me?" Now, you were really lost.

"You're excused," Karen said cheerfully. You nodded to her in thanks.

"We could never be as good as you. It was like we were placeholders for the ultimate pretty girl she'd somehow let slip. And it's you. In a flannel and hoodie, ratty jeans, dirty shoes, no fashion sense to speak of. It's you." She said that last part with contempt.

You were reeling. Regina had talked about you to these two. Had compared them to you, cited that you were better. For years she'd done that. She'd never forgotten about you.

"Look, Gretchen, I'm sorry Regina's treated you badly." You'd lost the need to defend her, even still. Then again, even if you hadn't, there was little you could argue about with the two she'd tormented the most. "You can probably tell this is something Regina doesn't want coming out."

"What does that matter?" Gretchen asked, eyes far away and legs beginning to pace. "We could- could finally bring her down. Yes. We have J, we have everything she wants. She'll come grovelling."

You took a deep breath. You didn't feel angry, you were too tired to get angry at mean girls at this point. Besides, nobody could rile you up like Regina.

"You're wrong." You put it plainly. "What Regina's been doing to these people, to everyone around her, is wrong. But what I find despicable is how everybody is the same. I know her reasons, I can sympathise with her, but I can't say the same for you. So tell me." You paused to take a deep breath. "Why?"

"I'm not good at riddles, I'm sorry." Karen said, looking genuinely apologetic.

"It's okay, Karen, Gretchen can answer for you both."

"She deserves it." Gretchen said, steel in her tone.

"You sound just like Cady Heron and Janis 'Imi'ike. She hurt them too. What do you think ruining her life will achieve?"

"I'll be the new Regina George."

"Do you hear yourself? You still idolize her. If you're gonna be the new Regina George, it's always going to be a Regina George world. Don't you want to be Gretchen Wieners?"

"No!" She screeched. "Gretchen Wieners is lame, boring, too eager, a slut, desperate-" She took a deep breath.

"Okay." You said. "Why? Because Regina said so? Why would you believe her? She's just the same as you. Look," You pulled the album back out.

"Here we're in the Georges' pool. She would not go to the deep end. Y'know, she refused to even go in without those arm floaties for the longest time. Eventually, some boy made fun of her for them and that was the last time.

"And in this one we're driving back from summer camp. Regina was already tall enough to go without a booster seat, but I wasn't. She'd just thrown the biggest tantrum 'cause Mrs George didn't allow her to take off her seatbelt to sleep. She went out like a light, anyway.

"We're in Six Flags there. We'd just gotten those ice creams and you can see that Regina's isn't sticking to the cone all that well. Right after the shot, it just slid off. Regina was inconsolable. I offered her mine so we could share, and that seemed to be good enough for her but her dad was not having it. He threatened to take us home if she didn't stop crying right then, that it'd be all her fault that their whole family wasted money and time on this stupid trip. Eventually she calmed down and Mr George didn't have to drive us back."

You sighed. "I already tried this with Janis, in a way. I don't think Regina would appreciate me airing out her personal life like this, but... I don't know..." You closed your eyes for a moment. "I just want people to stop making things worse for her. She's been so wrong for so long, and I know I can't keep defending her, but I just don't think revenge will make her regret anything that she's done."

Karen hummed. "My auntie's been teaching me about karma. So, like, if she feels what she's made others feel, then won't that like... Fix her?"

"I don't want to hurt her." You said, resolute. "Maybe, it could be the most effective way to make her see her shortcomings. But I don't want to. I do not want to hurt her." You looked between the two. "And that's where we differ, I guess."

Gretchen didn't say anything, eyes glued to a picture from the Six Flags trip. Regina had mustard and ketchup smeared all over her face while she was holding a napkin to your lips, in the process of wiping your face.

With that, you snatched the album from her hands, deposited it back into the locker and slammed it shut. The lock clicked. Without a word, you began to talk towards the exit. Neither of them followed you or said anything to you.

You couldn't stop people from taking their revenge. You had done your best to be diplomatic. Evoking sympathy in hormonal teenagers wasn't something easily done, or maybe you were just shitty at it, but there was little else you could do. If you went ahead and retaliated, hurt them for hurting someone you cared about, the lines blurred.

You'd just be another mean girl.

Notes: Sorry for the delay! The next chapter will be the last one, unless I start rambling or something. After that, I'll do a less structured series of epilogues. Loosely related oneshots, that kinda vibe.

Also, my writing assistant stopped working in the middle of this, so if there's stupid typos I'll come fix them later.

I swear to fucking god if the taglist doesn't work I'll start breaking bones.

Taglist: @autorasexy, @wedfan2, @unadulterated-moron, @modernsapphicism , @9unknown0 , @sage-rose2000 , @massive-honkas , @nattys-swiftie , @likefirenrain , @luz-enjoyer , @dandelions4us , @natashamaximoff-69 , @alexkolax , @jareaul0ver , @here4theqts , @charleeeesworld , @natsbiggestfan1 , @brocoliisscared , @yellowwallflowers , @scarlettbitchx , @ayoungexwife , @cyberbonesworld , @syddie-reads , @screechcat , @theenglishswiftie , @gabby-duhh , @sweetmissnothing , @masterofpuppets-10 , @l1lass , @starved-mortal , @nothanksbye07 , @nenas19 , @jvuyii , @starry-night17 , @reneeswife24 , @glorioushamsterqueen , @krononan , @slug-on-bike , @rayisaknight , @chaseatlanticlover91 , @reginassweetheart , @mirage018

(this actually makes me angry. why. why doesnt it work. i type in the @ and then i type in the name and then it shows up in the lil' box and i click it but then it don't show up ;-;)

(this is cyber bullying. the cybers are bullying me.)

(anyway, if you want to be added to the taglist there is no gurantee if it'll work, but i'll add you if you want! just comment on this post :) if anybody has any ideas why it's like this, lmk!)

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Oh Baby

Part 2 to Lipgloss, by Lando - but can be read as a stand alone.

Warnings - mild angst, SMUT, 18+ minors DNI, swearing, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral both recieving, overstimulation, praise.

Being pregnant with Lando’s baby was not on your bingo card for the year. But here you were, months after that night.

The night where he literally told you he fucked a baby into you.

He seriously has been the best boyfriend anyone could ask for. Loving, honest, kind, affectionate. You really couldn't ask for more. You feared your relationship would take a turn now that a whole baby was being added to the mix, but from the minute you found out about the pregnancy Lando has been nothing but supportive. He wouldn't let a day go by without telling you how special you are to him and how excited he is that it was you-and him- who made a baby.

Your pregnancy started off pretty easy - you weren't too sick at all, and it was winter break - meaning Lando spent a lot of time at home with you instead of flying to a new country for a race every week.

By about 6 months a new symptom appeared. And you weren't sure if it was a good or bad one. Day by day, you were becoming hornier than ever. Lando would fuck you senseless, but within hours you would be begging for him again. And who was he to refuse you? So he'd fuck you again, and again, and again.

He always made it clear how sexy he found you to be, while carrying his child. He was a boob man, and was very happy when your breasts doubled in size. He loved watching you ride him - boobs bouncing up and down with no control.

But because the European races were in full force, Lando couldn't always give you what you wanted. So he bought you multiple toys that you use for yourself, but only while he was away. Whenever he could, he'd give you full control of his dick.

Your relationship really grew with this new found intimacy. Not that you weren't fucking every night before you were pregnant - i was just that now it was within hours, and especially since you couldn't follow him to every race.

You thought back to a memory of when Lando had placed P2 at the Monaco GP.

You had watched the race from your home balcony. As soon as he was able to get away from the track, he came home needy for you, and as soon as all your friends left that night, his hands were on you, literally ripping your dress off of you. And you weren't complaining one bit. Surprised to see you wearing no bra or panties. Just peaked nipples and a soaking wet cunt.

''Fuck me Y.N. All for me?'' he asked. His lightly tipsy state forgetting that you were always wet for him. You didn't answer though. You just pulled him in for a sloppy kiss, just about managing to tell him that you needed him to fuck you, like 5 minutes ago. He carried you to your bedroom and carefully placed you on the bed, before ridding himself of his clothes.

'''Please Lando,'' you begged him. ''No teasing no wasting time, need to feel you in me.''

Lando pumped his painfully hard cock before running it through your folds to let your juices act as lube. And in one swift moment, he slammed into you. Not as rough as you both would have liked, but the thought of hurting your baby was not a pleasant one. Your hands found home in his hair while his found your boobs, also bringing his mouth down to suck and nip at your nipples. In no time your body was shaking under him, your orgasm approaching at full force. Lando chased his own release before emptying himself in you.

But - back to today. Things were not as good with Lando. You were definitely still horny and still fucked, whenever you could. But your hormones were now playing with your moods. All it took was one wrong move or sentence from Lando and you'd get a sour mood.

He really tried to be patient with you. He knew you weren't deliberately trying to cause friction between the two of you. But now his patience was quickly running out. He would also snap at you now, for no reason. Yes you both loved each other fiercely, and if he was away he was constantly getting his sisters to check on you and see if you were okay, but it really was silly and stupid things that you'd end up arguing over, and you both were reaching your breaking point.

Lando had flown to Belgium for the last GP before the summer break. He'd been there for 4 days already and you'd hardly spoken. Both of you waiting to see who would call or text first, and too stubborn to finally give in.

But by race day you knew you needed to message him a good luck at least. So you did.

But he had a bad race. It was a DNF. And you really should have called him straight after to comfort him. But you didn't. You were too stubborn, and so you shouldn't have been surprised to see him come home only yo ignore you and walk straight to your bedroom. You quickly followed him.

''Lan'' you started, but he cut you off.

''Just don't.''

You both stared at each other for a bit until he started again.

''Is the baby okay?'' He asked.

You smiled and nodded. ''Sweet pea is healthy.''

''That's great. Now please leave me be'' he said before walking into the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

You couldn't help but feel tears start to sting the corners of your eyes. Yes you knew what you did was wrong, but your sensitivity was on overdrive right now, and hearing those words from him stung.

Once you both had dinner and got into bed later that night you had tried to cuddle Lando, but he sort of blew up at you.

''Y/N, please, stop being so needy. Fuck. I've just come home from a bad race and I don't need to be worrying about you touching me all the time.''

''What the fuck Lan, I'm literally just trying to cuddle you after being away for so long.''

As much as you craved his touch, your stubbornness soon took over, and you as well ignored him after that.

With the summer break in full force, it was also a waiting game. You were due to give birth at any moment now. Lando hadn't booked any trips or training camps due to this reason - so he was always busy training at home and around Monaco. Things with him were still not easy. You were both just being civil to each other - only talking when absolutely necessary. One thing that was out the window was you sex lives. Forget sex though - there was so kissing, cuddling, touching, nothing. And instead of telling Lando you so desperately you need him, you found yourself using your toys more than ever. What you didn't know what that Lando was also getting himself off, thoughts going wild about your pregnant body.

But now, he was currently driving you to the hospital. Your water broke at home and the contractions started right away. For the first time in weeks, Lando held your hand while driving, but still, no words were spoken.

Once you had seen the doctor they said it could be a few hours until you gave birth, so it was just a waiting game. Lando held your hand - or rather he let you squeeze his hand as tight as you wanted. But after weeks of a wonky relationship, things still felt so awkward with him. You really didn't even know what to say to him to break the ice. The same as he didn't know what to say to you.

By hour 9 of labor, your nurse had told you that if there was no change in your cervix within the next hour, they would give you some medication to give you a boost. Although you were clear from the beginning that you didn't want to take anything to speed things up, this was looking like the only option as you weren't sure how long you could go on like this.

As she was leaving the room though, the nurse turned back and looked between you and Lando. She smiled. ''You know, there is another, more natural way of speeding things up'' she said looking at Lando.

His eyebrows flew up ''oh yeah, we're open to trying something natural'' he said looking at you, in which you nodded eagerly in response.''

''Help your girlfriend orgasm. Touch her, stimulate her, whatever you want. That will help your cervix open and dilate.''

Both you and Lando went red in the face.

''I-umm, yeah ok, we''ll try something like that'' he managed to say.

''Lock the door and call me if anything'' she said before walking out and closing the door.

Just the damn thought of Lando touching you after a long time got the butterflies in your stomach going crazy. He went to lock the door and then he turned to you. His eyes bore into yours and you couldn't even bring yourself to blink. You swear you can feel you heart beating out of your chest right now.

Just as another contraction came along he grabbed your hand again and started letting out steady breaths for you to mimic to calm down.

All the while still looking at you, he brought his hands to the back of your hospital gown and undid the string holding it together. The gown immediately fell off your shoulders, exposing yourself to him for the first time in a long time.

Your peaked nipples stiffened straight away to the cold air and your swollen boobs made him instantly hard. He has to remind himself that this was all about your pleasure, not about his.

He slowly started to massage your boobs, pinching your nipples in-between. And you- being starved of his touch- reacted instantly. You tried to suppress your moans as much as your could, but when he brought his mouth to suck on one of your nipples, you exploded. You took his head in your hands and pulled at his curls.

''Yes, oh my god, Lando. Yes.'' and within seconds with no warning, your orgasm spilled through you, body shaking and sweating.

Lando though, showed no signs of slowing down. He nipped and sucked and bit your nipples, eventually using his tongue to sooth them and blow on them, only to repeat the process.

You desperately needed to taste him so you pulled him up and connected your lips to his. Fireworks going off at the back of your mind. Why the hell did you wait so long to kiss him again? His tongue instantly slipped into your mouth as he sucked on your bottom lip, trying to suppress both yours and his own moans.

The sloppy make-out session alone was quickly bringing you over the edge again. You felt like a tap. And when Lando snaked his hand down to your cunt, it was instant. You came all over his fingers before he even touched you properly. Not that he cared though. Still, with no words being exchanged, he took his fingers into his mouth and licked them clean of your juices.

You watched him do that, trying to bring your breathing down but he didn't give you a chance to. His fingers found their way down again and he pinched your clit, before sliding two fingers in you. That had your back arching off the bed, breathy pants and moans falling from your mouth.

''Lando, please'' you begged, not even entirely sure what for.

''What do you want babygirl''? he asked.

Fuck, he hadn't called you that in a long long time. Hearing the name alone had your stomach churning, in the best way possible.

''Need your-'' a few moans escaped your mouth, ''please Lando, need your mouth on me.''

He didn't say anything. He simply lowered his mouth to your cunt and licked a stripe up, tongue circling at your clit, while his fingers continued fucking in and out of you. It was when he replaced his fingers with his tongue though that you came violently, all over his face.

''Fucking missed your taste'' he remarked, licking his fingers clean and coming up to pull you in for a kiss.

You just kissed for a while until you pulled him in for a hug.

''Lan I'm so sorry for the way I've been acting. Truly. I love you so so much.''

''Stop Y/N, if anything I'm the one who should be apologizing. Your body literally got taken over out of your control and I was so horrible to you. I'm so sorry for everything I did and said to you baby, I love you, more than you know.''

By now the tears were running down your face, until another contraction (which Lando did a pretty decent job at distracting you from) hit, though worse out of them all.

''Gonna go call the nurse baby'' he said as he gave you a kiss on the forehead and sprinted out the door.

The nurse and doctor came to have a look. The nurse smiled at you and Lando. ''It worked, its time!'' she almost squealed.

And fuck, childbirth is no joke. But your princess was born healthy and you really couldn't ask for more. You, Lando, and a beautiful baby girl.

It was now 3 months later, both Lando and yourself trying to get the parenting thing right, supporting each other.

After a long time you also felt a little more like yourself. Your relationship with Lando was stronger than ever and for that you were grateful.

The one not-so-great thing though - your sex life.

That went out the door after you gave birth. You'd tried penetrative sex, but it was too sensitive and painful, even for Lando to touch you down there. So kissing, and cuddles, and cheeky blow jobs for Lando it was, even though you were incredibly horny for him.

You decided to do some research to see how long women usually take until they're comfortable with having penetrative sex again, and when you had a plan, you presented it to Lando.

He had just come home the Singapore GP and was cuddling you while you breastfed Emily on the couch. At first his eyes were glued to your boobs. He missed them so fucking much, and was so jealous that a baby could suck on them but not him. His looks had you shuffling in your seat, heating already pooling between your legs.

You were nervous to tell talk to him about it, but you needed to - you needed him in you.

You kept glancing at him then quickly glancing away whenever he would look at you.

His tone was weary. ''Y/N, spit it out.''

You hesitated but finally decided it needed to be done. ''So, I want to have sex.'' you blurted out before realizing you probably sounded a bit too desperate.

His eyebrows shot up before a smirk graced his face. ''Baby, fuck, i want nothing more right now. But we've tried. You're not ready.''

''Well, I've done some research and talked to others who were in a similar situation.'' He nodded for you to continue, curious to see where this was going.

''And because you're a little bigger... than average, they suggested we start off with a normal sized...dildo.'' you said, feeling your cheeks flush so you glanced down at Emily who you were cradling and still feeding.

When he didn't respond straight away you looked up to him. Eyes darker than normal, which had you squirming again.

''Soooo, you want me to fuck you, but not with my dick?'' he asked.

You couldn't help but giggle. ''Yes Lan, just to get me 'open' again. Once I'm used to the ''normal size'', I want nothing more than to feel YOU inside of me again!''

''Okay, so when do we start?'' he added rather quickly.

''I ordered a dildo online'' you chuckled. ''So let's put Em to bed and try it out.''

This time it was Lando who shifted in his seat. His cock already hard and aching to be set free from his shorts.

''Uh-huh'' was all he could mutter.

Once Emily was asleep and placed in her cot, which was next to your bed, Lando pulled you flush against him.

''Lan!'' you shrieked. ''Shhhh baby, you're gonna have to be quiet unless you wanna wake up Em'' he smirked at you.

Before you could respond he was kissing you, hard and deep. You opened up your mouth to allow his tongue to slide through, and heard him groan once he got a taste of you.

You both undressed each other until you were completely naked and laid down on the bed, Lando above you.

His lips moved to your neck, suckling and biting, surely leaving marks all over. Eventually, he moved down to take one of your nipples in his mouth. The action had you jumping but it actually felt so good to have his lips and tongue on you after so long.

''Lan, please'' you begged. He would have liked to hear you beg some more but he was just as starved as you, so he obliged.

His mouth traveled further south until he was licking and sucking at your pussy. He started gentle, to allow you time to get used to it. And yes, it was sensitive, but you needed more. The pleasure was started to overtake the pain. And before Lando could do so much as try and put his tongue in you, you were gushing all over his face. Hot and sticky cum covering his mouth and chin.

Seeing him dripping with your juices like that only turned you on even more. You pulled him by his curls and kissed him like your life depended on it.

It was been a while since you'd tasted yourself on him, so all you could do was groan.

''Baby maybe before we use the dildo I could use my fingers a bit?'' Lando asked.

You took a second to think about it. Probably was a good idea to be fair. ''Yes, let's.'' you quickly told him.

He positioned himself between your legs again and swiped his calloused fingers between your folds. The contact had you jumping and squealing so he bought his other hand up to cover your mouth. ''Gotta be quiet baby'' he mumbled, eyes glued to your cunt.

He collected some of your juices and slowly slid the tip of his finger into you. You held your breath, but nodded for him to continue. Once his whole finger was inside you, he stayed still for a few moments, letting you get used to the sting.

''Please Lan, more'' you begged as you found yourself getting impatient. It definitely stung, but you wanted more.

He started thrusting his finger in and out, setting a slow pace at first then speeding up a bit.

''Think you can handle one more?'' he asked.

''No'' you thought to yourself, but you needed to be ready for the dildo and his dick, so you really didn't have a choice.

''Hm-mm'' you let out a whine as you felt his second finger enter you. He was still being fairly gentle so you were thankful for that. As he was thrusting in and out of you, Lando's thumb found your clit and started rubbing circles at it, soon replacing his thumb with his tongue.

That sent you spiraling. A string of fucks leaving your mouth along with praises for his name, you came all over him again. He worked you through your orgasm before pulling out his finger and bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean.

You were zoned out, breathless even. But seeing him do that already got you excited again.

''Fuck me'' you breathed out.

''Haha, trust me, I plan too'' he smiled at you before leaning down to capture your lips for a heated make out session.

''Thank god Em sleeps through most of the night now'' you thought to yourself.

You stretched over to your night stand to grab a bag and flopped the dildo onto the bed next to you. Lando's eyes immediately widened upon seeing it.

''Babe, what?'' you laughed out.

''That's average?'' he asked, picking it up to have a proper look.

''Yes Lando, not everyone has a big dick like you do'' you said winking at him.

He then did the one thing you for sure knew he would do - place the dildo next to his own cock and compare the size.

''Lan!'' you almost shrieked. Seeing his size so much bigger already had more wetness pooling between your legs.

''Fucking hell, you must take me so fucking well if this is what 'average' is'' he said.

''Lando, please'' you started begging.

It was as if something clicked in his brain, and he suddenly remembered what the two of you were doing.

''Right'' he said as he bought the bright pink dildo up to your lips. You knew what he wanted you to do, but really you just wanted to taste him now that you thought of it.

You pushed him back and dove straight in, catching him off guard. You took his cock in your hands and immediately deep-throated him. Gagging instantly, but no stopping what so ever.

''Fuck, Y/N, fuck baby'' he grunted through gritted teeth, both surprised and excited by the turn of events.

You could already feel tears starting to sting the corners of your eyes as you continued fucking him in your throat. You hand pumped what you couldn't fit in your mouth.

Lando's hands pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail and you could tell he was getting close 1 by the obscene noises and grunts leaving his mouth and 2 by the way he could barely hold on with any grip.

Heat was already pooling between your legs at the fact that he was putty in your hands now.

''I'm so close baby, fuck'' he managed to mumble out, and just as you sucked on his tip, sheets of white, hot cum filled your mouth up.

You made sure to swallow everything and lick him clean before lying down next to him.

''That was... well a surprise, best fucking surprise baby'' he said, looking into your eyes, the both of you trying catch your breath.

Suddenly Emily started squirming and making noise in her sleep. You looked at Lando and could tell he was probably thinking the same thing as you - please don't wake up Em please don't wake up yet.

As quickly as she made a noise, she was fast asleep again, and you both let out a breath of relief.

''Fuck, back to business. Still wanna fuck you senseless...if you'll let me'' Lando said, picking up the dildo again and winking at you.

When he brought it to your lips you did what he wanted this time. You took as much of it as you could in your mouth and swirled you tongue all around it to wet it. And once Lando took it out of your mouth and gentle swiped along your folds, he let a string of his spit dangle down to mix with your juices.

You breathe immediately hitched seeing him do that. ''Lando, please, hurry'' you managed to say, getting way to impatient.

He nodded. ''I'll go slow but Y/N tell me if it's too sore. We don't have to rush this.''

''Thank you baby, I'll tell you if its too much'' you responded.

Lando slowly played the dildo through your folds before letting the tip start to enter you. Once again, you held your breath and grabbed onto the sheets as you felt him push it in bit by bit.

''Fuck-'' you started but Lando cut you off. ''Is it too much?''he asked, a look of worry on his face.

''I'm fine, carry on'' you said, although your face told a different story. Lando just reached out and took your hand in his.

Once the dildo was fully in, Lando stayed still for a couple of moments, letting you adjust to the intrusion.

''Fuck Y/N, seeing you with this thing in you is doing all sorts to me. Can't wait to feel you around me.'' he said as he slowly started to thrust the dildo in and out of you.

It was definitely sore, but hearing those words leaving Lando's mouth had you desperate to feel him fill you up, so you pushed through the pain, and little by little it actually felt really good to finally have something penetrate you.

''Lan, faster, please, feels so good, but need to feel you'' you managed to say between moans.

He started a faster pace, bringing his thumb to play with your clit which sent you over the edge. Body shaking and quivering at the sensitivity but with the way he knew your body inside and out, he rode you through your orgasm like a pro, locking his lips with yours to distract you.

''Fucking hell baby, you did so good. So good.''

He kissed you again, deep and hard. You pulled him impossibly closer and pulled on his curls. ''Lan please, please fuck me. I need you'' you exclaimed, not caring how desperate you sounded.

''Shit, you're gonna be the end of me'' he mumbled back before pulling away and placing himself in-between you legs again.

He took his dick into his hands and started pumping himself. Pre-cum already dripping from his tip had you salivating.

''Ready darling?'' he asked, lubing his dick up with the juices between your folds.

''God yes Lan, been too fucking long, need you now'' you said, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He locked eyes with yours, and pushed in slowly, both your mouths agape.

You couldn't help but let out a grunt at the feeling of fucking finally having his dick in you after so bloody long.

''Holy shit, forgot how big you were-'' you started as he cut you off with a rough kiss.

This time, he didn't give you any time to get used to his size. He was thrusting in and out at such a pace, he was literally fucking you, and you weren't complaining one bit.

Lando's bite on your lower lip had to moaning and praising his name, and you were sure you could taste a bit of blood when he let go, only to let his lips find your boobs and suck on your nipples again.

You wrapped your legs around him even tighter to allow him to go deeper inside of you.

''Y/N, so fucking good, taking me so well. Letting my cock fill you up and fuck another baby into you'' he moaned.

By now you couldn't form any coherent thoughts, let alone speak, so you just moaned louder and pulled at his curls harder.

The room was filled with literal porno sounds. Moaning, swearing from Lando, and of course the sound of your bodies slamming into each other, with the wet noises of your pussy juice being sticky between the two of you.

''Lando, I'm gonna cum'' you managed, and before you could even finish your sentence you came all around him, your inner walls clenching around his hard cock.

''Fuck, missed feeling you around me like that'' Lando said, pulling out of you and quickly turning your body around so this time you were on all fours, holding onto your headboard for dear life as he resumed his place in your cunt.

''More, Lando, please, harder'' you begged him to which he quickly obliged. He pulled you by your hair so your body was now leaning back against his as he fucked into you relentlessly.

Your hand found his and you brought it up for him to wrap it around your throat. You loved the feeling of being held like that by him. It reminds you that you are his and only his.

''Fuck, Lando, cumming again'' you said a mere few seconds later as his other hand pinched your nipples and rolled them between his fingers. You were sure you had never cum to hard before.

Just as you thought you were close to backing out, Lando switched positions again.

This time he sat back against the headboard and pulled your body onto his lap.

''Need to see you ride me'' he whispered.

You quickly sat down on his dick, holding onto his shoulders and kissing him senseless as you found a hard and fast pace.

He started thrusting upwards, meeting your halfway, the both of you fucking each other.

You could feel yourself start to get really sore down there and in your stomach but at this point you didn't even care. All you knew was you finally had your life back with Lando, you sex life back with Lando and you didn't plan on ending the night yet.

''Oh Lando'' you all but moaned his name, like a mantra.

His breaths were getting edgy and when you looked down at him his eyes were focused on your tits, swollen, red, and bouncing up and down as your rode him. He latched his mouth on one of your nipples again and you all but nearly jumped off of him when you felt some liquid squirt out and into his mouth.

''Fuck, Lando, no'' you whispered harshly. You couldn't help but feel a bit icky to see him drink your boob juice with the biggest grin on his face, but you wouldn't be the one to take that grin away. So you let him.

''So fucking delicious angel, fuck me.'' he moaned. Both your bodies were a mess. Sticky and slimy, juices and cum and spit all over.

You rode him for a few more minutes until you felt yourself close to releasing again.

''Gonna cum Lan'' you said as you could feel his movements also get sloppier by the second, both your breathes hitching, and within seconds you came together.

Now your body was literally shaking to the point you where you couldn't control it.

As spent as Lando felt, he quickly took control to try and calm you down.

''It's okay baby, you're okay'' he talked you through your orgasm. ''You did so well for me, took me so well. That's why I fucking love you so much.''

Your body shrunk into his hold, shivering and cold and not wanting to get out of his warmth. You could feel him softening inside of you but you both made no attempt to move.

''I love you too Lan, so much.''

''Why don't I run us a nice warm bath to clean up before Em wakes up for her next feed, yeah?'' he softly whispered in your ear.

You just nodded so he carefully lifted you off his dick, both of you whimpering at the lost contact. ''Be right back darling'' he said before kissing you one last time and disappearing into the bathroom to fill the tub.

Your body was still like jelly so when he came to call you a few minutes later he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom before putting you down so he could climb into the bath and pull you in with.

You couldn't help but giggle when you looked down at his cock.

''What's so funny?'' he asked, smiling at you and settling you between his legs, your back to his chest.

Your hand found his cock and stroked it gently. ''Just missed this bad boy is all'' you said, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss.

''Huh, and I just happened to miss your amazing fucking pussy'' he couldn't help himself, chuckling away.

''Lan!'' you shrieked, slapping him softly on his tummy.

The silence after was comfortable. You humming softly while Lando placed gentle kisses along your neck and back - nothing sexual, just pure love.

''Hope i wasn't too rough with you Y/N. I think I got a bit carried away there.

''Not even Lan, I seriously couldn't get enough of you. Even though it was sore, I wasn't lying when i said i missed having you deep inside of me.'' you blushed.

Lando could see you were starting to dose so he gentle got the both of you out the water, dried up, and changed into his joggers and an old t-shirt before sliding into bed and cuddling you from behind.

''Love you Lan'' you mumbled.

''Love you too baby, get some sleep. Gonna fuck you again tomorrow'' he joked, tickling your side.

''Hmmm fuck off'' you smiled to yourself, wetness pooling in your core just thinking about him fucking you.

‘Oh baby’ he cooed back.

‘Hmmmm mmmm’ you replied.

Author’s note - hope you all enjoyed this one!! ❤️

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