#gee just nods along 😭

[tan1shere]

Sports Car

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: to popular demand it's here ! - HA you thought I was done w "no new ideas I'm sticking to my drafts" .... well I surprised myself to, ignore it. ANYWAYS 😭 enjoy horny bitches 🥰😈

Summary: you love her new car.

Warnings: smut. And I MEAN smut, this one's going to be uh... different ! So read at your own risk lovelies. Dom bils as per, gear shift usage. You'll see ;) masturbation, cockwarming. Slight pervy billie !

Tags: @trulyy-yourzz @eilishslut @chrissv4mp @n0vabug @dollyvuu @dollarbils @sweetcherriexs @xxangelfarrlzxx

Masterlist

"Hey! Cute jeans." You hear, turning around to be faced with none other than Billie. You had been friends for ages, honestly having a slight crush on her. Especially the way she'd constantly flirt with you. You tried not to get sucked in, saying she was just being casual. But your friend Claudia says otherwise. You had known Claudia first since you were children, getting to know Billie super well over the years of knowing her. It had only been in the last few that she became more... Brazen, with you. Openly doing whatever it was she did. You kept making excuses when Claudia would say. "She likes you!" You did not believe her in that. Pointing out how it was 'just her personality'

She'd give you a look that she clearly didn't believe you, in the slightest. Everyone decided to go out for the night, Finneas, Ricky, and a few others came along. "Hey, cute jeans?" Claudia whispers to you, which you shove her in return seeing as Billie was approaching. "Stop it." You mumbled. But it wasn't a lie that you didn't give that same energy back, no matter if it was just her being her. "Dug them up the other day, I haven't worn them in forever." You smile at her. Claudia thought it was impressive how fast you could slip out of your shy nervous self and into this different persona. Billie leans her arm on your shoulder, smirking slightly. "Yeah? You should wear them more."

"Might just have to since they're so cute." Her smirk turns into a grin. Everyone orders some drinks, conversing about anything and everything. "Billie got a new car yesterday." Finneas pipes up. "Really?" I turn to her. She nods. "You guys want to come see?" - "Without a doubt, let's go." Ricky says heading for the door, always full of great energy. It was a black Porche, very sporty like. "It's so nice." She opens the door for you as you sit, observing every bell and whistle it has inside. "Really nice." You then say after the first thing you said. "Yeah, good pick Bils." Ricky says. She looks at the way you admire it. "Wanna take a ride later?"

Oh golly gee.

Hmm, a challenge. You thought for a moment. Accepted. "Fine fine." You move to sink it into yourself, the strap hitting at a good angle. Making you sigh out into her ear. If anything she'd be worried of moving herself, that sigh going straight to her core. "Fuck sake." She says under her breath.

Your mind goes elsewhere, practically time skipping to- "Y/n?" You turn your head to look up at her. "Oh uh yeah, yup. Love to." You get out, the five of you heading back inside. As the night goes on you just can't help but falling for Billie more and more. It didn't help when you all started dancing, a few drinks in. Having fun nonetheless. Music plays, your tipsy state feeling it. Billies tipsy state feeling you. Her hands move over your body with ease as your back was to her front. You almost didn't feel real, what was happening. As her hands settle on your waist you move your eyes to them. Her cold rings on your skin. Yeah. It was time to go. You turn in her arms, looking at her. "How about that ride now." She smirks at you. "Yeah?" You nod, looking at the others. They'll be fine. You? You'll be more than fine.

She takes your hand taking you out to it. Once you get in, you get comfortable. She watches, starting it up. The air thick with unshed lust. It'll soon spill out of the both of you. She begins to drive. You look at her hand on the wheel, her veins especially prominent at the moment. You shift in your seat before you ask. "How fast can it go?" She doesn't reply at first, her upper lip moving up slowly as you suddenly feel her speed up drastically. Your eyes widen just for a moment as you hadn't expected her to just do it. You look at her, God she was attractive right now. More so than usual.

I can't take no more, im goin' weak in my knees.

"You know." You began. "I couldn't help but feel something earlier." - "That so? Do enlighten me babe." You suck in a breath quietly. "Maybe I should ride that instead." You suggest. Surprisingly bold. Her head turns to you as you were at a light. A bit surprised, but definitely considering it. "I mean if you really want to, better be fast the lights will change soon." Something switched inside you and now you need it. More than anything. Your hands hastily go to un-buckle her belt. "Eager are we?" You ignore her, definitely so. Looking around. It was 3 am and everything was pretty dead out. Everyone probably asleep. But before you decide to do anything you take your own jeans off. That boldness still evident.

We can share one seat.

Your heart picks up but you just do it, you move so you're straddling her lap. Making sure you weren't in her line of sight. Keeping to the left side of her neck. "You're trouble, y'know that?" You bite your lip, going to pull out the main event of your tactics. But her other hand grabs your face momentarily. "But- you can't move." Your face changes. "I'm driving doll, don't forget." Hmm, a challenge. You thought for a moment. Accepted. "Fine fine." You move to sink it into yourself, the strap hitting at a good angle. Making you sigh out into her ear. If anything she'd be worried of moving herself, that sigh going straight to her core. "Fuck sake." She says under her breath.

Now she realizes why this hadn't happened earlier. The two of you were dangerous together. Imagine if she wasn't being careful while she sped up on occasion. Imagine if she gets pulled over with you stuffed full, those cops would be traumatized. So would you. ... So would you, more so humiliated, but the thought of being caught like that was actually turning her on. She had to think of something else and focus. Just the fact after years of lusting over you, she finally has you where she's always wanted.

There was always alternatives while this lust fest was happening ofcourse. The obvious. You had actually just posted a new post on Instagram, looking extra good. Billie was sitting on her bed when she got a wicked idea. A filthy one. Does she go through with it. Hell yeah, she doesn't care. Even if that sounds pervy so be it, she was crazy about you. She stares at the photo, you were on a beach in a bikini. The two piece hiding practically nothing. Score. Her hand travels beneath her sweats, moving past her underwear. Imagining you ontop of her, your tits. That soft voice of yours. How nervous you could get. No matter how much you'd flirt back she knew how shy you were. She feeded on it. Even if she loved you flirting back, she adored when your cheeks would go red. It gave her a egotistical power that she loved. Not only that, you were just the cutest in her eyes, the blush making every feature on your face just stand out. God she was mesmerized by you. Her fingers had entered herself, speeding up at the thought of her making you nervous.

She prayed it'd happen more. Her mind wanders, imagining the soft sounds you'd make, whimpers whines. How they'd sound coming our of your pretty lips. Her hand speeds up, letting out a moan, herself. How she'd fit in you sooo, good. "Mmm, fuck." She curses under her breath, this was probably so wrong. Doing this to a photo of a close friend. But oh how she wanted more.

Your hips were still. Until they weren't, she had one hand on the wheel and the other on your waist making sure you kept to your word. It was killing her she had to refrain. She was in this challenge too. You shift a little, making her blink. You didn't mean to right? Oh but you did, you hated that you couldn't feel her properly. The silicone deep in you, smashing against your walls with the way she speeds. Nothing crazy, but you move. Again. Seeming more intentional. "Mama." Billie warns. You think you leaked just a tad, good God this woman. "But." You breathe into her neck. Oh your goddamm voice rings through her ears like a beautiful song. "Jesus." She breathes. Then you realize the kind of effect you're having on her. You realize that you have slight power in this situation. You smirk to yourself, she wasn't as cocky at the moment. Keeping very silent. You shift again.

Letting out a faint noise right next to her ear. "Don't think I can stay still for much longer Bils." She gulps, but her foot pushes down speeding up more.

We can uh - uh in it, while you drive it real far.

Desperate to find an empty parking lot. Somewhere surely. Until then, you were having your fun. This time you move fully on the plastic dick. Her chest rises slightly, needing you to just, behave. "Youre a fucking troublemaker." You giggle into her neck. "What? Can't find somewhere to park?" You make a little saddened noise. "Poor you. Is this getting to you?" You were in for a treat when she'd find one, she just had the best fucking idea. "Awh yeah, it so is baby. But guess what. Since you didn't listen, I have something in mind that's going to get to you even worse. You'll be a whiney fucking wreck. I promise you."

You move a bit to look at her, confused by what ever it could be. And within seconds she found an empty parking lot. You were done for. As she parks she grabs your hips. Moving the dick out of you, you whine out hating feeling empty so soon. "Naww, shame huh? It's ok you'll be full again very soon." Your brows furrow, what on earth was she going to do. "You like this car right?" You nod slowly. "Yeah? Mark it for me." Bewildered would be an understatement for how you were feeling right now. "W-what?" She bites her lip, she has you stuttering. You were getting nervous. "Mark. My car. With your cum." Your heart picks up, feeling it beat rapidly. What the fuck did she mean. "Want me to show you?" You warily nod, slowly.

Her hands grip your hips, grabbing the bottom of your underwear and moving it to the side, she effortlessly moves your cunt over the gear stick. Your eyes widen. Oh. That's what she had in mind. You felt a little embarrassed. "Fuck it, go on, seeing as you were so desperate to do so on me." You froze, there's no way. "What, shy now?" That fucking smirk was evil. She was enjoying this. "Go on baby, want a reminder." After the initial shock, you had to admit it did feel good against you. You move just slightly, feeling your mouth hang at this new feeling. Rough but so good. She watches you, enjoying every little bit of this. Your movements speed up a bit, but it wasn't as good as her inside you.

"So good it hurts." You moan out a whimper, moving gently against it, her eyes heavy on you and your movements. "That's it, atta girl. Keep moving." She says with a smirk. "It's too much.." You pant, enjoying it but wanting her more. Mind foggy with every possible fantasy. She says nothing. Watching you move slower against it. "Faster, harder, come on." Your forehead becomes sweaty. "Bils, please." Her head just shakes. "You didn't listen, keep going." Your lips were pouty, wanting, needing her desperately. "But.." Her head tilts at your small voice. "If you cum, I'll fill you up again. Deal?" Why was she wanting you to do this so bad, it was turning you on to the max though. Finding this side of her so incredibly attractive. You nod at her request. Needing to feel that strap again.

She moves her hand to your folds, spreading then against it. Your clit being exposed to the leather, just perfectly. Eyes, rolling back as you rock against it, feeling a tightness in your lower stomach. "I- I'm close." You breathe out. "Good, don't stop until you cum." Not even a second later your gushing down the black shift, her eyes gleaming with pride. Her finger moves to collect some and put it on her tongue. "Tasty." She hums. "Mm-kay. The deal." You speak tiredly. She chuckles at you. "You seem warn out. Maybe you should just rest in the-" You shake your head rapidly. "No please need you Billie. Please fuck me." It was merely pathetic, but its true you did need her. "Say no more." She smirks, grabbing your waist yet again. She positions you in the back. Leaning her body against yours.

Her hands grab the dildo. Taking your underwear off fully. "That's better." She sighs out, finally getting to look at your pussy. The one thing she dreamed about. "Even better in person." You didn't even care what she meant by that you both needed this as bad as one another. "Incredibly wet huh?" You shut your eyes. "Who got you so messy baby?" You take a moment, sucking in a nervous breath. "Y-you." The tip prods your hole. "Who?" "Mm, you Billie. You." You say as you feel it, so incredibly close to it's destination. "Please." You moan. Without any more words she bottoms out. Watching your face carefully as your eyes widen, mouth gaping. Hole too. "Mm, nice and deep." Your stomach erupts in butterflies as her voice turns into a husky whisper. Her mouth going to your ear. "So, so. Tight." That same whisper.

Going straight through to your dead mind. You let out a small whimper. Her pace begins, slow yet forceful. Her tongue darts out, licking your lobe. Moving down to your neck. "You know how long I've been waiting to have you like this. Been driving me nuts." She says against your skin. You pluck up some sort of sentence. "You know.. You could always do it on your own, while you're looking at me." Her smirk turns malicious. "Oh trust me, I do." Her thrusts pick up with such need. Needing this more than ever. Your head tilts. Back arching into her thrusts. "F-fuck!" The car becomes hot, steamy. The smell of sex very evident as your body's get clammy together. You grip her shirt, signaling for her to take it off.

She gladly does, chucking it on the floor of the backseat. She had no bra on, making your eyes instantly look. She smirks at you, noticing how your breath gets weaker. You couldn't believe this was really happening. "Breathe baby." She says, noticing how worked up you're getting. You sigh, very contently. Letting your eyes flutter close. "There you go, good girl." Your eyes open again, looking at her breasts. That same shyness coming back. Just what she wanted. Her hand reaches for yours gently, moving it to her right breast. "Don't be shy, it's ok." Your legs wrap around her waist, moaning as she trusts harder. Making it nearly impossible for you to focus. "Billie!" You screech. "Who." She stays sternly. She loved you saying her name.

Your voice so whiney, so soft. "Billie- fuck!" Your hair sticks to your forehead as she fucks you at an ungodly pace. "Yeah, me. I'm fucking you dumb." Something switches in her brain. Something primal. "Getting so loose, so easy to fuck." Woah. If you weren't on the verge of cumming before you definitely were now. "Nevermind, pussys closing around me." She says coming close to your face, kissing you. You squeeze her tit, moaning into her mouth. Perfect opportunity to stick her tongue in your mouth. And without any warning at all you cum, again. Taking her by surprise. You breathe heavily as she fucks you through it. "God you're good." You say. So out of breath, the heat inside the car insane. "Damn, I mean I wasn't even prepared, babygirl." She fakes a sigh.

"Guess a few more rounds would help." She smirks at your face. This was going to be a long, steamy night.

[emmasclaws]

summer lovin✿-rafe Cameron

social media/ irl au

you wanted a laid back and chill summer until one of your moms rich snobby friends lent you two rooms In her ridiculously huge summer house. now you're forced to hang out with her kids the entire summer.

pairings: rafe Cameron x mamas girl reader

warnings: low self esteem, curse words, sexual innuendos, eventual smut, angst, arguing. I'll add more if needed :)

(that's all the smau you'll get for now the juicy stuff hasn't happened yet and she's sorta a loser😭)

I looked up from my phone as I felt the car stop looking out of my window up at the big mansion like home that I'll be staying at for the next 4 months of my life "mama this is a huge house" you said unbuckling your seat belt. "no wonder she offered us to stay" my mom said sharing my awe and surprised at the size and beauty of the house. (I'm glazing)

after getting our bags from the car we approached the house before we could knock on the door a lady opened it who I assume was rose by the way her and my mom started squealing their hellos and hugging each other.

"oh and this must be your daughter! she looks just like her mama oh my god you are just beautiful" she said opening her arms gesturing me to give her a hug I obviously obliged not wanting to seem rude or disrespectful, first impressions are important."ok come I'll show you two to your rooms and then once y'all are settled I'll show you around the house".

As we walked into the house it was very warm and cozy. we walked up the stairs with my mom and rose chatting on about plans for themselves and planning family dinner that already sounded awkward. it was actually nice to see my mom getting along with people who weren't me.

"ok sweetie this is your room it's just one room away from my daughter Sarah's and right across from my son rafes room." she said while gesturing toward both rooms and opening the door to my room for me. "thank you so much Mrs. Cameron" I thanked her while putting my luggage in my room.

"ok so that was my room so now lemme show you the whole house." I said to bailey who I was facetimeing, I opened my door heading towards the stairs I stop in my tracks when I see the son rafe I hadn't expected him to be home so soon I thought he'd be out partying and doing what guys like him do, I only assumed this because I sorta kinda stalked his and his sisters instas but that doesn't matter rn.

"oh hi you must be the girl rose was talking about, y/n right?" he said as he fully got up the stairs. holy shit he was handsome how am I supposed to spend an entire summer with him." yeah I am your must be rafe, it's nice to meet you" I said with a soft smile on my face trying to hide the pure nerves inside of me right now.

"yeah nice to meet you too, well I'm going to my room see you later" he said as he walked off toward his room, I replied with mhm and a nod before staring right back at phone to see if bailey had just seen the absolute man that I just saw.

"oh my god? he was like so hot I guess you will find a hot guy this summer" she said in a quiet squeal "I know omg oh but anyways house tour girl" I said walking down the stairs and heading towards the kitchen. As I headed toward the kitchen I saw Sarah Cameron or on her Instagram Sarah Routledge she was scrolling on her phone while eating strawberries out of a bowl.

"oh hi your y/n right?, nice to meet you!!" Sarah said with a big smile and reaching for a hug, "yeah and you must be Sarah nice to meet you too!" I said with the same smile on my face, she's so pretty oh em gee. "y/n are you still there?? earth to y/n" bailey said from the phone, "yeah sorry omg" I apologized "I'm on the phone with my friend doing like a house tour you know" I explained to Sarah her eyes lit up with excitement before saying "omg lemme show you around I love showing the place come on follow me" she said getting up to show me and bailey the kitchen.

In the middle of the tour bailey said she had to go cause her mom was dragging her to the store to get groceries for dinner, so sarah out of kindness for her new house mate and her potentially new bestie decided to continue the tour and that's what they were doing right now. "ok so this is the movie room it's basically a movie theater except we can put YouTube and like all the other stuff on the big screen it's so fun we should have a movie night soon" she said while pointing at all the things she was describing. I was obviously answering and talking back to her but I was just really taking in the richness of it all I've never even had a tv in my room let alone a whole movie theater it was great.

a little while later and we had finished the tour as we headed up to our rooms she told me that rose had planned a breakfast for all of us to get to know each other and so we could all become friends? I don't know roses words not mine.

this chapter was a lot shorter then I wanted it to be but wtv next chapter will be longer trust me I hope you liked it and if there're any critiques plz give them!

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Ugly Sweaters - Gerard Way x Reader

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 893 (it's a short one)

A/N: Hope we like this little treat before xmas ;) Also I apologise if the formatting is off, I wrote this last year on google docs and then edited it on here 😭 It's crazy to see how much I've improved in only a year with my writing!

“Frank? What time are your friends coming over?” I asked from the living room, hanging up some of our final decorations.  Christmas was in just under 4 days and all of Frank’s friends were set to come home for the holidays. Frankie and I had been friends since high school and even dated for a while before he joined My Chem. I didn't really know Mikey or Ray that well but Gerard and I used to be best friends back in high school.

The doorbell rang, causing me to put down the drink in my hand and make my way to the front door. Opening it, I came face to face with someone I hadn't seen in years.

“Y/N?” 

“Gerard?” I asked, looking him up and down.

He'd aged more than I thought he would've. His hair now a bright orange colour–and a lot shorter than I was used to.

He pulled a face, almost like he was trying to rack his brain for memories of me. 

“Yeah, it's me,” I smiled. “Frank’s just getting ready but you’re welcome to come inside while I set up.” 

“Oh cool! It’s great seeing you, it’s been so long." He followed along, coming inside and sitting down on the couch. I grabbed my phone from the coffee table and put on some Christmas music before grabbing the rest of the decorations. Frank and I had decided to make our tree’s theme purple this year, much to my excitement. 

“I like your tree, the purple is cool,” Gerard grabbed a cookie from the platter on the table.

“Thanks, Frank let me do the tree this year.”

“How long have you guys lived together?” he asked but not before the doorbell rang again. Frank ran out from the hallway to open the door himself this time. 

“Ray!” he grinned, pulling him in for a hug. 

“Long time no see. Gee, I didn’t know you were coming. I thought you'd still be in LA,” Ray looked in our direction. I gave him a wave before turning back to the tree.

“Yeah, I’d just finished the solo album when Frank called and I thought it might be nice to come back to Jersey and see family. See some of Frank’s friends,” he said looking at me. Gerard’s orange hair stood out from the rest of our surroundings, the only bright colour in the room. 

After a while Mikey, Kristin and their kids pulled up to the door with food and presents for everyone. The kids ended up playing guitar hero with Ray who had always been better at actual guitar than the game itself. They had found ‘Dead!’ from the Black Parade and Gerard’s voice was coming out of the speakers, which was weird to hear with him sitting in the room. Mikey and Frank sat at the bar and caught up on lost time, telling stories from their past tours and daily lives. Kristin and I sat outside on the patio, the sky turning dark and the air crisp and cold. 

“Yeah Mikey surprised us with a trip to Disneyland last weekend and the kids were so excited,” she beamed.

I loved Disney.

"That's so sweet, oh my gosh," I replied.

"Disney’s always been our place, it’s where we got engaged.”

“I remember that,” Gerard spoke, leaning against the doorway with his arms folded. 

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Kristin smiled and got up before whispering something in Gerard’s ear. He nodded at whatever she said and moved to sit next to me.

“It’s cold out here,” he rubbed his arms gently. 

“I like the cold, it’s nice. Brings more energy to the Christmas spirit.”

“I get that. It never gets this cold out in California so it’s nice to finally have a proper cold Christmas,” he looked up at the sky just as it started to snow. 

“It’s beautiful. I’ve always loved the snow, how each snowflake is unique and like no other." I stuck my hand out to catch some falling snowflakes, cold and wet on my palm. Gerard watched me for a second before saying anything. 

“You’re beautiful.”

“Sorry?”

“I said you’re beautiful. Did you know I had a crush on you in high school?” 

What was he doing??

“No, I-uh… I didn’t know that,” I mumbled. He was cute, there was no denying that. I definitely felt the same way about him. The orange hair suited him, not to mention the ugly Christmas sweater he was proudly wearing. 

“I was wondering if you wanted to come visit me in California next month before I leave for tour?”

“Yeah, I mean that sounds cool.”

I wondered if Gerard's house was like Frank's–huge.

“Oh! I forgot I got you a present." He pulled out a box from his satchel. 

“Wow, really?” I smiled, taking it and opening the box. It was a sweater like his, except it was purple instead of blue. 

“Oh my god, Gerard!” I pulled him in close for a hug, feeling his arms wrap around my torso.

“You’re welcome,” he laughed gently. “You can repay me by visiting me sometime.”

“I will, I promise.”

"Good."

//

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[theghostbunnie]

Just to preference alot of this is my interpretations/HCs/OC and very little of it is cannonical character analysis:

So her name is Penelope Esther Goldman but she just goes by her middle name Esther, as a funny little nod to know SK and Neil are both named Neil, she shares a name with Mrs Priss and I think I had them go to the same collage or something, might have to do the math on their ages again to see if that lines up

(I HC Carl's last name is Pasternak and Neil's is both, hyphenated.)

She's a incredibly intelligent scientist with extensive knowledge in biology, robotics, chemistry, ect ect. Esther doesn't really emote or exspress her emotions in her voice or face much at all, or well.

Carl when they first met was smitten, he was a groovy goofy goober and still is. He'd do that walrus thing with breadsticks in public at restaurants. He'd skate around with a fanny pack dancing to bee gees. Convince her to go to parties and she'd just be pleasantly content to stand there as he's like "that's fine I can dance enough for the both of us/pos" She had to pass a first aid course and he guided her arms and taught her you can keep the proper rhythm by singing Stayin Alive. He was just really persistent and really sweet and he grew on her okay 😭

Esther didn't really have a respect for philosophy because she didn't really grasp it's value or importance. As she grew to respect him more that sortaa changed.

They eventually got married and really kick-started both of their careers along the way.

(cw miscarriage implications for this next part) Neil's a rainbow baby that happened after several pregnancy losses. It may have been one of the things to strain their marriage but what really ended up doing it in was just the simple fact of life people change and grow apart and can fall out of love so now they can't really interact with each other for long. Their differences and flaws now clash and they butt heads instead of being complimentary.

I'm a firm believer the episode where each camper takes care of an egg they were reflecting their own parents. Carl is embarrassing but he's almost the exact opposite of a smotherer that Neil was showcased to be. His overall parenting style is like he's way more concerned about being Neil's friend than anything.

Esther is the one he's mirroring, here. She treats him like he's fragile almost. She gives him specific everything, down to his bedsheet thread count, knows how to cater to his living needs inside and out. Esther struggles to connect with anyone emotionally, though so her affection in the verbal department isn't as maintained. This never really bothers Neil, it doesn't register as "smothering" to him how much she shelters or caters to him. Because this isn't a kid interested in joining sports he could get hurt in and likes everything in a specific way anyways.

She's more aware socially than Carl is and knows how to not embarrass him in general.

Esther is Neil's biggest role model he wants to be just like her and is mad when he isn't, when he fails to be. He's upset even physically the only thing they share are the eyes. ((Regularly you can't even see Esther's I couldn't help myself in the art above from making them visible/forgot on the cc one but it's supposed to be a bit on "eyes are a window to the soul" thing and she's just that closed off and unreadable. Really only has a soft spot for Neil))

His mother is incredibly intelligent, and just seems so collected to him all the time.. and importantly not over emotional like he can be (his temper specifically.) and ESPECIALLY how emotional his dad can be.

I just love!! Character parallels!!!! How Carl is this emotional goofy person who joked around and danced and played music everywhere and Esther got regarded as "cold" and stiff and Neil is just both of them bc he's so smart but he's also silly. Like he plays video games and gets passionate over little things and allthat and it embarrasses him secretly sometimes, he wishes he could chill out and be like his mother. But the parts of him that reflect his father have always been the parts Esther always loved the most and found endearing. He doesn't know that though.

Neil to an extent even secretly believes if he didn't have his big brain and academic achievements him and his mother wouldn't have this close relationship because this is their shared quality. This is what makes her proud. He's so scared to lose that or disappoint her.

At the same time it doesn't stop him from pinning his parents against each other a bit from time to time. As he knows Esther's go-to move is to spoil him to win.

[stylesloveclub]

r*ding pleasingrry's tummy 😵‍💫 like can you imagine you're just like staring at his chest and abdomen when he gets out of the shower or something and he's prattling on abt what you want for breakfast or whatever but you can't think just bc... well bc he's so dreamy 😵‍💫 and his tummy looks so soft but firm 😵‍💫 and you want to lick at it and kiss all over (especially at his pillowy hips with his swallows 😵‍💫) and then the thought of r*ding his tummy crosses your mind and 😵‍💫 oh em gee. and h, being the attentive doting bf that he is, comes closer when you don't answer his question about breakfast and like cradles your face all soft and strokes your cheeks delicately and "you okay, puppy? you're all quiet" and your face flushes and he's "what's the matter baby, you're all hot in the face" and you're trying to dismiss him because you're ✨embarrassed✨ but he won't let up like "no, pup, tell me what's wrong" and you start to squirm when he licks his lips and they get all glossy and look even more kissable than before 😵‍💫 and you just know he won't let it go until you tell him what's up so you finally whisper something along the lines of "you're jus' really pretty, daddy" (does pleasing y/n call h daddy? i dont remember i need to reread but if she doesn't she should bc he's SO baby daddy) and harry's like *ohhhhhh* and then he gets all smug and he's "yeah baby? what's so pretty abt your daddy" 😵‍💫 and you tell him bc you're his good girl 😌 and then (i imagined that you'd been in the bedroom this whole time, that wasn't clear jhfwiugruh) he'd start pushing you down on the bed and pressing kisses all over your skin until you can't stop wiggling under him and you're hot all over 😵‍💫. and somehow in the midst of all your kissing harry ends up underneath you, his towel lower on his hips so your p*ssy is skin to skin with his tummy 😵‍💫 and you humping and grinding against him and he's mocking you the whole time like "c'mon, get yourself off on your pretty daddy's tummy" 😵‍💫 and his hands are all over you, your thighs, bum, tits 😵‍💫 and he can't help but leave a few hickeys over your neck and collarbone and you're halfheartedly trying to bat him away while still grinding against him bc covering those up for your job at *his* restaurant is so much extra work but he doesn't listen and when he's finished sucking and licking he's "i'm sorry baby, daddy's sorry, you just look so pretty with my mark on you, so pretty when you're ruined" 😵‍💫 and you nearly keen bc what. the. fuck. he can't say shit like that and expect you not to melt. and when you're legs get tired he's "oh love, c'mon, keeping working yourself on me" but you just can't bc you've been at this for soooooo long (like ten minutes) so you just whimper and whine while your legs ache and your pace falters and he's "let's go pup, if you make yourself come like this i'll let you suck me off as a treat" 😵‍💫 and you're x10 energy now bc harry's c*ck in your mouth sounds absolutely exquisite rn and he chuckles at your enthusiasm and "oh puppy, you love my c*ck that much, huh? bet i could make you do anything for me if i gave you your treat after, right?" 😵‍💫 and you're nodding bc he's most definitely NOT wrong. and when you come it is EARTHSHATTERINGLY GOOD (as always) 😵‍💫 and he's cooing and whispering praises in your ear all "good girl puppy, such a good girl for your daddy, you did so good baby" 😵‍💫

UGH this is sooooooooo yummy . love him being concerned like are u okay puppy u seem quiet 🥺 but ur just being h word OFNEIFOSOFJW and yes he is so daddy like i needed him to be daddy for my own mental health bc he’s just so :( daddy :( and kissing all over 😭😭😭😭 this concept is so yummy and h word but i’m fixating on the kisses and the way he talks to u 🥺🥺🥺 and him not being able to help himself from leaving makes like he just wants to kiss u and loves pulling away to see the skin red and bruising :((((( i just want him so bad

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

hello this is super different but I would love to see a fic of urs with lee!Tony and ler!Peter if u wanted to and felt comfy doing so. Peter being hyper and attention seeking, just feeling mischievous. I can imagine Peter hanging upside down behind Tony, poking his sides while he's trying to work and just annoying him bc he wants attention and love. also Tony is practically Peters dad so Peter loves to see him happy.

Attention

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Okay, I love this so much ❤️ This is such a Peter thing to do 😭 Thank you Anon, and I hope you enjoy ❤️)

"Mr. Stark? Are you ignoring me?"

Tony gave no sign he had heard the kid.

"Mr. Stark?"

The older scientist adjusted something on the panel.

"Mr. Stark."

Tony blew out a breath of air.

". . . Mr. Stark?"

"Mr. Stark isn't here right now, please leave a message after the squeak."

"Wha--?"

Tony snaked out a hand and squeezed Peter's side.

Peter squeaked. "Hehey!"

"Come on kid." The older man returned to his work. "You've been bugging me all day."

"Because you've been working all day! And you won't let me help."

Tony tried to bite back a smile as the young teen pouted at him. "I'm sorry underoos, this is something you can't help me with. Why don't you pull out one of the other inventions you've been working on?"

"But I want to work with you."

A light clicked in Tony's head. "Ah, you want attention."

"No!"

The older scientist turned to give Peter a look.

". . . Maybe a little."

"You're welcome to work beside me kid." Tony exchanged his screwdriver for a pair of pliers. "I just can't work with you right now."

The young teen gave a huff before stomping away. "Forget it."

"I'm sorry Pete, maybe later."

While Peter sunk into the couch, Tony poured himself back into his work. He felt awful he couldn't spend time with Peter, but this really needed to get done.

A few minutes went by in total silence, making Tony believe the teen had finally decided to wait. Then a hand squeezed his side.

The older scientist jumped to the side. "Peter!"

When Tony turned, he was greeted by a grin from the teen hanging upside down behind him.

"Watch it underoOOS!"

Peter had squeezed Tony's other side and was now reaching for his ribs. "Ihim going toho get yohou."

Tony batted at the hand, but couldn't dodge out of the way of Peter's other hand. "PETER!"

"T-t-gohotchie gohoo."

The older scientist loosely grabbed the young teen's wrists. "YOHOU'RE SOHO DEAD!"

"Hahard to take yohou seriohouslyhy whehen you're lahaughing."

Eventually, Tony pulled his hands back. "Come ohon nohow, Ihi need toho fihiniIISH!"

While Tony tried to continue his work, Peter pulled his hand away to poke along Tony's sides. "Cahan't yohou take aha breheak?"

"NoHO IHI cahan't!"

"Pleeeeeease?"

The older scientist felt his resolve slowly but surely started to dwindle, but he didn't want to give in just yet. So he tried to grab Peter's hands again.

Then his own mentor played dirty by digging into Tony's hips. "Ha!"

Tony bent in half over the table. In that moment, Tony had never wanted to kill someone more than in that moment.

But he also didn't want the kid to stop.

It was hard to just let go and laugh so moments like these were nice. Atleast, until one Peter Parker noticed.

"Gee Misteher Stahark, you havehen't told mehe toho stop yehet." His young mentee grinned as he went back to the pokes. "Yohou must behe havihing fuhun."

The older man blushed. "Shuhut uhup yohou little jeherk!"

"Hehey, be nihice."

Finally, Tony gently pushed his hands away. "Ahalrihight yohou."

Peter chuckled as he pulled his hands away. "Did yohou have fuhun Mihister Stahark?"

"Yehes." The older mentor attacked his mentee's stomach with tickles. "Ahand did you get enohough attention?"

With a squeal, the young teen curled himself into a ball. "Yehes!"

Tony chuckled. "Lohook, if you want, give me 5 minutes to finish this project ahand we'll have some fun."

"Really?"

The older mentor nodded. "I promise, but you might wanna start running."

As a blush spread across his face, Peter plopped down into a criss-crossed position on the ceiling. "Ihim gohood."

Tony smirked. "Sure thing underoos."

[freedomfireflies]

hi bestie, can i request smth where harry is filming dwd and olivia keeps trying to get at harry and hit on him but he denies her every time and one day where reader comes to set she and harry are both in harry’s trailer but olivia doesn’t know reader is there so she tries hitting on harry again and starts saying rlly inappropriate things and reader hears and puts her in her place and says that if she ever talks to harry in a way other than a precessional way she’ll expose her or something? idk if that made sense haha and harry gets all happy and is like you are my lord and savior 😭 can you make reader a really bad bitch 😭😭 💕

Hi! Yes, so, I’m changing things a bit because I’m personally not a super big fan of bringing Olivia herself into this kind of stuff but I’m absolutely keeping the premise!! Just changing the antagonist to someone fictional instead! Obviously you can still picture her if you’d like but I hope this will be okay and that whoever asked will still enjoy 😭💞

“‘I know exactly where you can stick that can of tuna, Jack-ass.’”

Harry smirks, eyes peering over the top of his script at you. “The line is, ‘Hi, honey, welcome home.’”

“Oh. Weird. I must have gotten a different script cause mine definitely says the other thing,” you reply innocently, batting your eyelashes as he exhales a soft laugh. “Yeah, see…right there. Jack. Ass.”

“Oh, it does, does it?”

“It does. Strange, huh?”

“Uh-huh. Very.”

You bite at your lip to refrain from grinning as you return your eyes to the page. “Okay, well…I think you’re good for tomorrow’s scene. I mean, it’s kind of all about her, anyway, so…no one will really be paying attention to you.”

“Gee, thanks,” he snorts as he straightens up on the small couch, tossing the script to the side.

“Hey, am I wrong?” You blink. “Hello. Florence fucking Pugh is in the same frame, I guarantee you nobody is looking at you.”

“Oh, well, I’m flattered,” he retorts, hand coming up to his chest in faux appreciation. “No, really. Give me another compliment. I think I’m blushing.”

Your eyes roll playfully as you gingerly chuck a water bottle at him. It flies across the tiny trailer and whacks him in the stomach as he flinches, laughing as it falls into his lap. “Hysterical. Truly,” you bite back. “Been a movie star for five minutes and think you’re the shit.”

He tosses his arms along the back of the couch, settling in a bit further as he nods at you. “S’been at least ten minutes, love.”

“Right, and to this day, iCarly is still your best work.”

“…you know what, I’m not even gonna argue with you on that one. I really did shine.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“Sucked the shit out of that water bottle.”

“You really did.”

“Oscar-worthy, I’d say.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

He eyes you from his spot, sensing your teasing tone, and before you can clock his sneaky intentions, he’s lifting the water bottle into the air, twisting off the cap, and flinging the water at you.

You gasp as the water effectively drenches your hair, face, and chest. You attempt to shield yourself by throwing your arms up, but it’s too late, and Harry lets out a deep, guttural laugh. 

“Oh, you dick,” you squeal, immediately standing as you throw him a peeved look. “See, this is why I don’t take you home to my mother.”

He’s wearing a shit-eating grin as he watches you scramble to the bathroom. “Oops.”

“Oops my ass.” You attempt to wring some of the water out of your hair as you glance at your reflection in the tiny mirror. “I can’t go out there and let Chris Pine see me like this!”

Another laugh. “Why not?”

“Because I love him and I have mascara dripping down my face,” you huff, swiping a knuckle under your eye. “Oh, God, this is bad. Okay, gimme five, I gotta reset.”

“Babe,” he calls with another chuckle. “You look fine—”

“Bite me!” you retort quickly before slamming the door shut. “Shit! Where’s my setting powder?”

You hear him snort to himself from the other side but soon turn your attention back to the canvas that he so elegantly ruined.

It had taken you twenty minutes to get the eyeliner wing this sharp.

You frown as you get to work, and for the next couple of minutes, your focus remains on your own reflection as you hear Harry humming to himself on the couch.

And then…the humming stops.

“Hey…?”

“Hey, so sorry to bother you. I just wanted to check in before you leave, make sure you’re doing all right with the revisions.”

You pause, leaning a bit closer to the door as a second voice enters the trailer.

“Oh…yeah. Went over it this afternoon. I like it, it sounds good. I think it’ll be really impactful.”

“Oh, good. Good, yeah. Yeah, I’m really looking forward to watching you and Florence bring it to life. I’ve said it before, but we really are just so lucky to have you both on board.”

You finally recognize the voice, placing it to the face of the film’s director, Angela. And now that your curiosity is satisfied, you return to your task as the conversation continues to slip underneath the door.

“Hey, it’s all thanks to your vision,” Harry is humbly responding. “I just feel lucky to be a part of it.”

A bit of silence as you swipe your lipstick along your bottom lip before you hear the sound of footsteps climbing up the stairs and into the trailer.

“You’re such a doll. No, really, that’s such a kind to say,” Angela gushes. “You know…this whole casting process was really just…it was so stressful there for a minute but after I saw your audition tape, I just knew you’d be our Jack.”

“Listen, I’m just glad it worked out the way it did. It’s kind of nice to dip my toe into this side of the industry and I’ve got a lot of really great mentors to help me along.”

“Oh, absolutely. I mean, we just have such a fantastic cast. You’re in great hands.”

A beat.

“And, you know, I’ve said this before but…if you ever need anything at all, you just need to let me know,” Angela says. “You’re my top priority, and I want to make sure you feel taken care of.”

“Thanks, that’s really—”

Suddenly, it goes quiet. Far too quiet and for a moment, you wonder if they’ve left the trailer altogether.

You step out of the bathroom and glance both ways, just to check and make sure he didn’t leave you behind.

But instead of an empty trailer, you find Harry.

And Angela.

And her tongue.

Down his throat.

Your eyebrows just about fly off your forehead as you clear your throat and call, “I’m sorry. Am I interrupting something?”

Terrified, and a bit pale, Harry leans back and catches your eye, expression frazzled like a deer caught in headlights.

Angela, however, is a bit slower to remove herself from his body, finally stepping back with a bit of a wounded smile. “Oh, my gosh…I’m so sorry. This…this isn’t how I wanted you to find out, I—”

“Find what out?” you ask just as Harry says, “I’m sorry, what?”

She quickly looks between you both, palm hovering over her mouth as if stunned. “Oh! I’m…I’m sorry, I thought you told her.”

“Told me what?” you repeat, stepping closer, and looking to Harry.

Poor thing looks like he’s about to keel over.

“About…our…arrangement,” she answers shyly, and your eyes narrow.

Harry blinks. “We…what? What arrangement, I—”

“Oh. That arrangement. Got it,” you cut in, nodding as you finally put the pieces together.

Both Harry and Angela turn to look at you, surprised. 

“Yeah,” you agree, taking another step as you meet her eye. “Yeah, no. Florence told me about this thing you do where you try to fuck your actors and exploit them for fame. Oh, and how your entire marriage is a sham, and you’re trying to get out of it by pretending you were the innocent, bad-ass feminist just trying to do her job when you were blackmailed into sleeping with your costar.”

She swallows as Harry’s jaw nearly drops.

“Oh, she also told me that if I were to find you…arranging yourself on my man, then I should remind you of section 15, paragraph 3 of the contract you signed,” you add, arms crossing over your chest. “Does that…ring any bells?”

Her cheeks flush. “Look, I wasn’t trying to—”

“I’m sure,” you hum. “But you did, and now you’re done. Thank you so much for stopping by. Buh-bye now.”

And with that, you gesture toward the door. 

A rather petrified Angela stands to her feet, knees a bit wobbly as she makes her way for the exit.

And just before she can close the door, you call, “Oh, and just a little tip…when you see the officers? Don’t run.”

The door slams shut before you have the chance to see her expression but something tells you…it was everything.

Now, you turn to Harry, still glued to the small sofa. “Anything you have to say for yourself?”

He straightens up, nearly tripping over his tongue as he begins to explain, “I promise, I don’t know what happened, she just put her hand on my thigh and suddenly it was, like, all the way up my thigh, and her mouth was like…right there, and I didn’t know what to do, and I wasn’t sure what was even happening, or if it was part of the script or something, and I—”

You close the gap between you and take his face between your palms. “Harry?”

He winds down to a stop. “…yeah?”

You grin. “I love you.”

Utter relief floods his features as he sighs and melts back into the cushions. “I love you, too. Thank you, by the way. Ironically, she tasted like canned tuna.”

You laugh as you flop down beside him, whacking at his chest on the way down. “Ew. Poor Nick.”

“Right? iCarly would never do this to me.”

For a moment, you can only chuckle, and despite the rather interesting turn of events…you can’t deny your joy.

“No,” you agree with a grin. “No, she would not.”

~ Full Masterlist

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[frenziedslashers]

Can I request another Lester one shot? I love the way you write him so much. Plus, I've been bite with the Lester Sinclair hyperfixation bug. Can I get Lester finding out that his SO is secretly a witch and practice witchcraft? Like he thought she just really liked rocks and dried plants. Bonus points if it freaks the hell out of Bo, lol.

Oml I love this so much 😭 sorry this took me so long! I had a bit of a writers block for a while there!

Lester Sinclair with a Witch S/O:

You were sitting at the desk in one of his spare rooms when you heard the door open in the front room. The familiar sound of keys clattering against the wall as he hung them up, his boots being kicked off by the door, and the sound of his footsteps nearing the room you were in. Turning to face the door when he got close enough to it. Smiling softly at his messy figure. Most people would hate his messiness, but to you? Well, you love it, quite a lot, actually.

"I figured I'd find ya in here," He walked over to you with a grin. Giving you a quick kiss before handing you a bag of cool bones and plants that he found out in the woods sure that you would love them.

"What's this?" You asked, and Lester shrugged. "Just a gift for my amazing plant nerd." Plant nerd, it made you chuckle. I guess that was one way to explain your infatuation with plants.

You peaked inside the bag, a wide grin falling onto your lips. Inside it you saw crow, fox, deer, and cattle bones. Along with smaller clear bags. That looked like they held a variety of flowers he deemed pretty, some wild goat weed, Lizard's Tail, and Elderberry. Plus a few other plants. A smile growing on your face as you reached up to cup his face. Catching his lips with yours in a rather heated, thank you kiss.

When you pulled back he was in absolute heaven. His eyes half lidded. As if he was trying to figure out where he was and what day it even was. His thoughts all coming to a halt, his lips tingling. A dumb smile resting on his lips. A small sigh leaving them as well. "Well I'll be damned," He cooed with a chuckle. "I'll have to get you more stuff next time to see what else you'll reward me with. He told you with a wink. Rolling your eyes with a giggle. Shoving a bit. "Perv," "Hey, you're the one who kissed my soul out of my body." He teased with a giggle. Kissing your cheek. "I have to run some stuff to Bo, he has a head cold. Did ya wanna go? We can hit the swamp and look for more plants and bones if ya wan'?" He asked, to which you nodded.

" I think I have something I made that might help him," You told Lester with a small smile. Your boyfriend watching you with a grin. "Really? Like a soup?" You couldn't help the giggle that left your lips. "Well, no, not exactly." "Then what is it?" He asked with a cocked brow. "More like a cough syrup." "Well, he does have a horrid cough. 'M sure it could wake the dead." You rolled your eyes, shaking your head with a grin. Grabbing the bottle from your cabinet over your desk. Standing up to cup his face with your free hand.

"Lester," He cocked his head, "You're adorable." It wasn't everyday that he was called names, but he always appreciated them. Especially when they were from you. A small blush dusting his cheeks and ears. Eyes darting to the side with a bashful smile. "Ah gee, you are too." He popped back. Tapping your nose with the tip of his index finger. Both of you chuckling at his actions.

It wasn't long before the two of you were in his truck, heading into town to tend to Bo's sickness. Lester was sure that you wouldn't be able to give him anything. Since he hardly trusted you and your 'Witchy bullshit.' Lester had no idea what he meant. It was just homemade medicines and other stuff that you made. If anything. He thought it was amazing that you put a type of mud or whatever it was over Bo's chest and his wound from that arrow felt like it had never happened. Not only that, but you helped them catch the brats that nearly destroyed your guys home.

"Hey, Bo." Lester called out when the two of you had made it into town and went inside the house. A groan coming from upstairs. Signalling the both of you that he was 'dying' in his room.

When he saw you he almost got up and walked out. But it was too hot for him to move, and also too cold for him to unwrap himself from his blankets.

"Get away from me with your bullshit." He mumbled towards you. Lester rolling his eyes with a sigh. "Bo, they only wanna help." "Sure they do, just wait 'til they're sacrificing us to a God." He snarled. Making you roll your eyes with a snort.

"I'm not a cultist, you weirdo. You delusional now or something?" You asked. Stepping over to the bed with a water. That you may have slipped your potion into.

"I just don't trust witches." He growled. Now it was Lester's turn to laugh. "Maybe he is delusional!" He added with a sigh after his small fit of laughter. Bo glaring over at his baby brother. Lester taking the water from you to hand to his brother. "C'mon, It's just water. I brought you some cough syrup, 'lright?" He offered. Bo giving the two of you a questioning look before taking the water, hesitatingly. Taking a drink with a sigh. It was rather refreshing. Taking another swig, and then another. Then it was gone. It was probably the most refreshing glass of water that he had ever had.

"Now, here's the cough syrup. I'll be back later to bring you some food. 'lright?" Lester added. Bo unable to take his eyes off of you. As if worried you would spray him down with some sort of acid. "Fine, but they better not be the one who made the food." "Nah, I'm making you my cold cure soup. Sure to clear your sinus' with all the peppers in it." Bo rolled his eyes. Lying back down on his side. His back now facing the both of you.

"Whatever, as long as you make it."

And that Lester did, though you may have snuck a few of your own ingredients into Bo's bowl.