#italian fics

[papaya-queen]

Papaya Princess – Y/N x Grid dad!Landoscar

When Oscar and Lando adopt the new McLaren development driver.

Oscar and Lando are already together at the beginning. Y/N is 16 years old.

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McLaren

McLaren welcome to the family Y/N Y/L/N. She will join F1Academy with PREMA racing as a McLaren development driver. You can also find her in the Italian F4 championship with the same team.

Comments:

User McLaren must have a special requirement in their contract because how are all their drivers so cute?!

Oscarpiastri AUSSIE, AUSSIE, AUSSIE

               User he’s so happy to have some Australian support with him

               Yourusername I mean, we must fight back the colonizers (@landonorris 👀)

User MORE GIRLS IN MOTORSPORTS!!

Landonorris welcome to fam kiddo

User wait she looks familiar…

               User I’m not alone!

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Yourusername

Yourusername First F1Academy weekend – good results for the team. I still need to adapt to the car. Looking forward to the next weekend in Imola for F4. PS: thanks to those two weird guys who supported me during the races.

Comments:

User no way they really came to see her

               User Yeah, they definitely weren’t here for her

               User she just wants the attention that comes with them

Prema_team good weekend little tigress 🐯

McLaren 🧡

Dion.gowda see you next week! :)

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Yourusername

Yourusername AMAZING weekend in Imola, podium in 2 races and a rookie win! I had so much fun! Thanks team and thanks boys for the support, celebrations and fun we had (but not thank you for all the champagne in my hair 😭)!

Comments:

Tomass_stolcermanis amazing weekend for you! Next time let us win a little…

Oscarpiastri So proud of you! <3

               Yourusername thank youuuu

Landonorris if any of those boys annoys you, tell me and it will end.

               Yourusername please don’t kill my friends

User not Lando playing the protective dad 😭

Alexpowellracing I don’t feel safe anymore in this comment section 😭

               Dion.gowda same

               Kean.nakamura.berta same

               User Lando really scared the f4 boys 😭

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Oscarpiastri

Oscarpiastri had a great time in Imola with the family, thanks little bean for the amazing show we saw

Comments:

User well that’s a way to launch your adoption

               User what do you mean launch, everyone knew for weeks now

User landoscar on the main!!!!!

Landonorris thanks love 🧡

               User they’re too cute

Yourusername thanks dad <3

               User the McLaren fam is so sweet

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Yourusername

Yourusername Happy Father’s Day to my amazing grid dads. Thank you for guiding me in the world of motorsport, for the support this year and the great time that we have together!

Comments:

User I’m tearing up, they’re so cute

Landonorris thanks you princess you’re the best grid daughter ever

Oscarpiastri 🧡

Alexpowellracing guess I’m gonna cry in the corner without a grid dad 😭

               Logansargeant American boys alliance?

Charles_leclerc does that make me a grandad?

               Yourusername yes grampa

               User Charles Leclerc, grampa at 26

Dion.gowda it’s not fair, why does she have 2 grid dad when I have 0 😭

               Yourusername stop being jealous of my amazing family

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Oscarpiastri & Landonorris

Oscarpiastri didn’t expect a Father’s Day gift at 23 but life, you know

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Yourusername 🧡🧡

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Yourusername

Yourusername The end of a chapter. Finishing P2 in the rookie competition, P5 in general, I couldn’t dream of more. Thanks Prema and McLaren for giving me this amazing chance. Thanks, dads, for the support during the season. Thank you, boys, for creating some core memory with me during the year. We had the time of our life!

Comments:

User that’s our girl!!

Landonorris love you little champion 🧡

Oscarpiastri aiming for P1 next year?

               Yourusername of course ;)

Prema_team that’s our tigress

User she’s so talented it’s amazing

Alexpowellracing amazing season with you, hoping we’re still in the same championship next year :)

               Landonorris calm down little boy

Kean.nakamura.berta the only person I let win

               Yourusername I was ahead of you 99% of the time

               Kean.nakamura.berta that’s still 1% where I’d let you pass

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private.Y/N

private.Y/N Where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me ♥️

Comments:

private.alex 🧡🧡

private.oscar aww young love

private.lando okay yeah I understand (alex if you do anything wrong...)

private.dion stop reminding me that i'm single 😭😭

private.kean wait Alex's not dead ?

               private.tomass he somehow survived lando

               private.alex that's because of my amazing charm

               private.y/n i love you alex but no i just battled for him

[firehose118]

easy come, easy go

Buck and Tommy are well on their way to christening Buck's new couch. He'd bought the longest, deepest couch his loft could accommodate in the hopes of doing exactly this; laying on his back under the weight of Tommy's body, one leg hooked around Tommy's hip to keep him grinding in close.

Buck gets Tommy's shirt up and off of him. He wants to feel those powerful muscles under his hands, wants to stroke and squeeze and memorize every inch of Tommy's back.

Tommy cradles his face with one hand and kisses him like there's nothing else in the world he would rather be doing. It's heated, passionate, but there's no urgency. They have matching 72s off for the first time in months. They don't have any plans for the next three days beyond the languid enjoyment of each other.

That was, perhaps, their mistake. The first responder gods see quiet as a challenge, after all.

Buck doesn't hear the first knock. It lands against his door at the same moment Tommy sucks on his tongue and he moans loudly enough to drown it out.

The second knock he hears, barely, but he doesn't really register what it means. He's lost in the hot pleasure of Tommy Tommy Tommy all around him, taking over every one of his senses. It's not until Tommy pulls away from his mouth that he gets any of his bearings back.

"Are you expecting anyone else, sweetheart?" Tommy asks, gently teasing. He leans back down for a lingering, open-mouthed kiss.

Buck shakes his head when they part again. "Just you."

Tommy smiles and raises his eyebrows as the third knock sounds. "Are you gonna answer it?"

"Oh." Kiss-drunk and stupid, that honestly hadn't occurred to Buck. "Y-yeah, I probably should. I'll be quick! Don't go anywhere."

Tommy sits up and lets Buck get off the couch. "Wouldn't dream of it," he says.

He leans back on the couch, his muscles shifting under his skin as he settles on his side; a god in repose. Buck wants to say fuck it and dive back into Tommy's body, let whoever is at the door just go away, but he's already standing up so he should at least try to be normal about this.

It's probably a neighbor or a delivery driver with the wrong apartment number. Buck will set them straight and get back to Tommy, thirty seconds max.

The last person he expects to see on the other side of the door is Eddie. Not because it's rare for him to show up out of the blue, but because he usually just lets himself in after the first knock.

And god, Buck keeps forgetting about the mustache.

"Sorry, I don't have my key," Eddie says as he walks right in. 

"Uh, hey- hey Eddie." Buck exchanges a quick look with Tommy, who stands up from the couch like he's fleeing the scene of a crime. He looks just as confused as Buck is.

There's no hiding what they were doing. Tommy's hair is a mess, he's still shirtless, and Buck is pretty sure there's a visible hickey forming on his own neck. Eddie doesn't take any of this as a sign that he's interrupting. If he has any awareness of the fact that his friends were in the middle of something, he doesn't show it. He heads straight for Buck's fridge to get a beer.

“Wow,” Tommy says, stepping closer and taking in the mustache. “I guess it’s been a while since I’ve seen you. That’s a new look.”

“I’m trying something out,” Eddie says, frustrated by the bottle cap. Wordlessly, he hands the bottle to Buck who twists the cap off without issue and hands it back.

“It looks good,” Tommy says. “Classic.”

“No, no, don’t encourage him,” Buck pleads. “We’ve been trying to get him to shave it for days.”

First, Eddie had grown a beard. It was a classic depression beard, but it looked good. Eddie always looked good with a bit of stubble, and the full beard really worked on him. Then Gerrard had informed him with an infuriating smirk that it was against regulation. Eddie had looked to Buck in panic, knowing Buck still had the regulations memorized from his fire marshal days. Buck had to nod reluctantly.

"Mustaches are okay but beards interfere with the seal on the respiratory equipment," Buck had recited. He'd regretted it the moment those words left his mouth as he saw the idea spark in Eddie's eyes.

So instead of shaving his face clean, Eddie left the mustache. Hen said it was the equivalent of getting bangs after a breakup, but Buck didn't know what that meant.

It's been a group bullying effort ever since, with everyone at the 118 pulling their weight. Every day, a new nickname. Every day, more and more insinuations that Eddie was doing porn in his free time. Eddie had stopped responding to it at all. He was holding onto this mustache like a lifeline.

"What?" Tommy scoffs, sounding genuinely confused. "Why would you want him to shave it? He's pulling it off."

"Thank you," Eddie says, gesturing at Tommy. "Finally someone gets it."

Buck looks at Tommy in horror. The same tongue that spoke those words had been in his mouth mere minutes ago. "Traitor."

Tommy just shrugs and goes looking for his shirt. He seems to have accepted that Eddie won't be getting the hint.

"I'm having a crisis, guys," Eddie groans. He's leaning his knuckles against Buck's island counter.

"That much is obvious, Eddie Mercury," Tommy deadpans as he finally finds his shirt under the stairs.

Oh fuck, how had they missed that one? Even Chim hadn't found his way to that nickname. Buck goes to send that to the 118 group chat but realizes his phone is across the room. He'd taken it out of his pocket when Tommy had pushed him flat onto the couch and covered Buck's body with his own.

"I'm gonna choose to take that as a compliment," Eddie says. "But I'm serious. I- I got a call today from Christopher's school. They want to know if he's coming back next year."

"What'd you tell them?" Buck asks.

"I told them I don't know, because I don't. They said if I don't get back to them within the next week they can't hold his spot. And I get that, it's a specialized school with a long waiting list and if Chris isn't there to take advantage of that someone else should get to, but you know how hard I worked to get him in. I- I don't want to risk him losing his spot just because he's mad at me."

This can't be my fault too, Buck hears.

"You should call him," Tommy says. "Let him know what's going on."

Eddie rubs a hand over his face. "I don't want to pressure him, though," he says. "I don't want him to come back before he's ready because he feels like he has to and have him resent me for it."

"I think he'll be happier if he gets to make the decision," Buck says.

"You can tell him you'll respect his choice no matter what, take the pressure off that way," Tommy agrees. "Tell him that you won't be mad if he lets this opportunity go, but let him be in charge of his future. Show him you trust him with something like this."

"Don't FaceTime him, though," Buck jokes. "He'll see that mustache and stay in Texas where he's safe far, far away from it."

Eddie smiles softly at that. It's the first positive response he's had to the teasing about his mustache.

"You're right. Thank you, guys. That's exactly what I'm gonna do," Eddie says. He drains his beer and starts walking to the door.

"Uh, hold up," Buck says. Eddie has only had one beer but he seems a little out of it, a little unstable. "You sure you're good to drive?"

"I didn't drive here," Eddie says simply, waving away Buck's worry. "You two guys have a good night."

And with no further explanation, Eddie is out the door; leaving as quickly and bafflingly as he arrived.

Tommy looks at Buck with his mouth slightly open, processing.

"Should we be worried about him?" Buck asks. He crosses the kitchen to press himself against Tommy's side.

"Oh, absolutely," Tommy says. "That mustache is a cry for help if I've ever seen one."

Buck's mouth falls open. "You said it looks good!"

"It does. I wasn't lying when I said he was pulling it off. That doesn't mean it's a sign of mental stability."

Buck hums in agreement. "We'll do lunch with him tomorrow. Check in." He leans into Tommy, desire buzzing under his skin where their bodies touch. "What if I grew a mustache? Do you think I could pull it off?"

Tommy looks over his face, considering. "I don't think it would go with your new fuckboy haircut." He runs a hand through Buck's hair, smoothing his thumb over one of Buck's missing sideburns.

"You like my new fuckboy haircut," Buck flirts, melting into Tommy's touch.

"Mmm, I love it," Tommy confirms. He pinches Buck's cheek affectionately and places his other hand on Buck's hip.

Buck meets Tommy halfway when he leans in for a kiss and decides he can worry about his friend in the morning. He has a new couch to break in. 

{give me kudos!}

[scoops-aboy86]

Claudia Henderson: Honey, I put some sandwiches in your duffel bag. Now, um, why do you need such a big bag of oregano?

Eddie Munson: Uh… Steve’s Italian?

[henryrussell63]

That’s the last time Toto lets me use the radio!

[umgeorge]

george russell does an admirable job of not strangling toto during fp1, italy - august 30, 2024

[yournowheregirl]

thinking about italian steve today

thinking about steve, who loves to cook and wants to get better at it, so he starts digging through the many, many cabinets in the harrington home until he finds an old recipe book written by his great-grandma. it’s filled with recipes he remembers his mom and nonna making when he was little, only problem is that it’s all written in italian

thinking about robin offering to translate it for him but instead, steve asks her to help him learn the language instead. it’s hard at first - the language is so different from what he’s used to - but robin is patient (surprisingly so) and helps him with the pronunciation and sentence structures until it gets easier and easier.

thinking about steve finally getting the hang of the language and inviting everyone over for a big italian dinner once he translates his great-grandma’s recipe book and basking in everyone’s praise and incessant begging to bring his tiramisu to every hellfire meeting and movie night from now on.

thinking about steve and robin taking advantage of speaking a language no one else knows to talk shit about everyone behind their backs. they bitch all about that one guy who takes forever choosing between two very similar movies at family video. they whisper about robin’s love life, for once not being scared of someone overhearing them. they joke about the party being little shits whenever steve so graciously drives them around town. this, of course, drives dustin nuts - he can’t handle not being in the know about everything that happens around him - which only makes steve and robin cackle even louder.

thinking about eddie somehow never catching steve speaking italian until he shows up unannounced at the harrington home one day (steve had given all of them spare keys to use whenever they needed). eddie’s daydreaming as he walks into the foyer but he stops dead in his tracks when he hears steve talking on the phone. in rapid italian. he stays there, flushed and frozen in the middle of the foyer, until he hears steve laughing and saying a quick “ciao nonna, ti voglio bene” and he has to scramble himself together to look somewhat presentable. steve goes to greet eddie but all eddie can blurt out is “what the fuck was that” as he tries to get his brain back online. steve just shrugs and replies “italian. you want a beer?”

thinking about steve noticing how flustered eddie seems to get whenever he speaks italian and using this to his advantage since eddie’s been having the upper hand in this whole will-they-won’t-they-situation they’ve got going on for the past few months.

thinking about eddie just melting into a puddle of goo whenever steve casually speaks italian and not knowing that steve’s just talking about the weather today or that he’s actually joking about loving eddie’s twenty-minute monologue about the history of metal.

thinking of steve becoming a little more brave every time and starting to slip little compliments in here and there because he’s still too chicken to confess his feelings in english. one time it’s a casual “tesoro mio” when eddie brings him lunch and another time it’s a “sono pazzo di te” when eddie makes him laugh so hard his stomach hurts. one day, when he’s feeling particularly confident and eddie’s looking particularly gorgeous, he leans over the counter at family video and plays with one of eddie’s stray curls as he tells him “mi sono perso nei tuoi occhi”. the rush of seeing eddie’s face turn bright pink stays with steve for the rest of that day.

thinking about eddie falling asleep against steve’s side on the couch one night and steve feel so warm and happy inside, that he whispers a soft “mi sono innamorato di te" against eddie’s hair. that particular phrase - i’m in love with you - had been buzzing inside his brain for weeks now but he couldn’t get himself to say it out loud. it’s too obvious, too revealing. but he figures it’s safe now that eddie’s softly snoring beside him.

thinking about eddie suddenly jumping up, wide-eyed and frantic, his voice a few octaves higher than usual as he says “wait, you’re in love with me?”

special thanks to @legitcookie @sidekick-hero & @cheatghost for cheering me on about this silly little idea. the things steve says in italian are as follows (my apologies to the actual italians, i tried my best!): - ciao nonna, ti voglio bene - bye grandma, i love you (familial) - tesoro mio - my darling - sono pazzo di te - i’m crazy about you - mi sono perso nei tuoi occhi - i’m lost in your eyes

[umlewis]

lewis hamilton in the garage on practice day, italy - august 30, 2024 📷 james moy / alamy

[insteviewetrust]

Au where Steve was always able to talk to ghosts. He talks to his grandparents regularly, his granny thought him italian when he was little (I do love a italo-american Steve), and how to cook something easy when his parents started to go on longer work trips when he was thirteen. He watched old movies he found in the basement, and soon found out they were his grandpa's. After that, whole afternoons spent watching old westerns on the tv with Otis.

Steve being able to talk to Barb, telling her stories of what's happening, buying the books she wanted to buy but hadn't had the time to, reading them with her, let her cry and scream at the unfairness that was her death- she just wanted to have fun, to be seen and be with Nancy and-. He always cried with her, but rarely said anything. She needed someone to listen to her.

Steve screaming at the others that Eddie wasn't dead, he couldn't be, because he tried to contact him, and he couldn't and that has got to mean something . He would know, he would know, he would know, why don't they trust him?!

Steve deciding to go back to the Upside Down, and not finding Eddie's body. He knew it. But the smugness ended quickly, because if Eddie wasn't there, then where the fuck was he? What had happened?

He soon finds out when a creature with leathery wings and sharp teeths breaths down on the back of his neck, startling him from his panicked thoughts. "Stevie..."

Now with an addiction

[fluffyartbl0g]

Someone get this man a younger sibling that ISNT like. Twice his height.

[bokutosmochi]

kinktober day five: somnophilia!

ADRENALINE RUSH ♡ NANAMI KENTO

fem!reader x nanami kento

ingredients: nanami has some adrenaline he has to get rid off

what's it: smut

allergen warning/s: spit, unprotected sex, somnophilia

sugar level: 1.5k

regulars: @ventdavi154 @deobiforever @sugusshi @angelshub @eussstasss

parlor's note: can't do a kinktober without including nyanyamin!!

bon appetit!

fuck gojo, fuck that patchface curse, fuck the higher ups

those were the only thoughts that bounced around nanami's head.

it was no secret that the man hated going any minute overtime, now here he was going home at fucking ten in the evening. on top of that, because of the late hour, the things he was able to pick up from his favorite bakery were what ever was left over from the day -- though one would argue that he's lucky because said bakery was still open at the late hour. regardless, the fact remained: the pastries were no longer fresh, no longer fluffy and warm.

if it was any other day, he wouldn't have ate it on the subway ride home from work and instead saved it so he could reheat it once he's safely in the confines of his own home, but not today. he was too hungry, and quite frankly, running out of patience.

he sets down his dull blade in its rightful place by the door and tugs off the yellow patterned tie in an uncharacteristically pissed off manner. not only was he filled with negative emotions, but adrenaline from the fight he had against an unnamed, unregistered cursed spirit was still pumping in his veins. with a huff, he hangs it over his shoulder, before moving on to unbutton his blue button down shirt as he walks over to the bedroom.

this was the part of his day that he looked forward to the most. sure, it was the end of the day, but it was the part where he'd see you, hold you for more than two hours.

laid down in the large california king bed was you. thick, soft blankets tucked up to under your chin, hair he loved running his hands through fanned out around your face, and your face. you looked so angelic when you slept, so peaceful even during nights like this when he knew you weren't sleeping well because he wasn't there in the bed with you -- you confessed to him one time, you always get the best dreams, the most restful nights of sleep whenever he's there holding you.

you shifted in your sleep, turning to your other side making the blanket move further down your body. it exposed the thin shirt you were wearing; an old shirt of nanami's. the fabric was so worn down that the man could spot your nipples, hardened from the chilly autumn air, from under the shirt.

you mewled softly and it made nanami wonder what you were dreaming of; whether you were dreaming at all. aside from that, the sound also made his beige slacks tighten and he found a way to release all that pent up frustration and adrenaline from his system.

he pushes the dress pants down along with his boxers, then damn near trips trying to take his socks off and walk to you at the same time. he's just had such a rough day and needs some help from you.

a thought pushes itself into his mind the moment he crawls on top of you, one that's about morality and ethics. he's never done this before and it feels wrong to do it. second thoughts fill his mind, but he remembers the fact that you've had this discussion before. he's already asked for your permission prior. in return, you only asked one thing from him: if i had a long day, try not to wake me if you don't have or want to. and aside from that, you've always been such a nice and thoughtful girlfriend. there has never been a moment in the many years you've been together where you've lacked understanding with him. you're always so selfless, giving him whatever he wanted, so long as it's reasonable, and this is reasonable, right?

with those thoughts as a green light, he pushes the blanket away from your body, nudges you so you'd be lying on your back, and moves the crotch of your panties to the side so he can have his way with you.

always the caring boyfriend, he makes sure you're properly lubricated before he does pushes himself in. after all, he doesn't want anything bad to happen to his sweet, caring girlfriend.

getting you wet the way he usually does takes too long, and besides, he'd probably end up waking you up too, which is something you asked him not to do if he didn't have to. not to mention the fact that he always gets so into turning you on; it's what gets him aroused too. he'll get too handsy, too noisy.

it's not an option so he opts to spit on your pussy instead.

he enjoys the sight of his glob of drool dripping around your vulva for a moment before spreading it around. when he decides that you're not wet enough, he spits again and does the same thing.

the man may think that exerting minimal effort is all that's required for most of his day-to-day tasks, but that rule does not include you and it never will. he always makes sure to take care of you the way you take care of him.

when your lips are shiny with his spit, he backs away for a moment, lines the head of his cock with your slit then pushes in as softly and slowly as he could, trying his best not to jostle you.

he moans lowly as he sinks in your warm pussy. it's a sensation he can never get enough of, even if he makes love to you a million times. he adores it, the way you welcome him so easily. he only stops his motions when he was buried to the hilt, his pelvis flush against yours.

he looked down to where your bodies connected and involuntarily muttered a low shit under his breath. to him, the sight was a masterpiece that could easily top an expensive painting any day; it certainly made him feel more emotions than those.

with a deep breath sucked in through the mouth, he started moving, steadily thrusting in and out of your wet cunt. the movement was calculated, executed with maximum precision to ensure that you won't wake from your slumber.

how could you expect him to keep his composure completely under these circumstances? you're so tight, he's always said that your pussy was made for him, and he doesn't just say that to get you off; he truly means it, and then you combine your perfect pussy with your perfect face. he's a goner.

he tries to stifle his moans, tries to swallow them under his breaths, but a few still manage to escape. despite those, he continues to yearn to make this nice and quick. it's just to blow off some steam, after all.

the moment his attempts become futile comes when you stir, letting out noises that shoots blood steaming down to his already painfully hard dick, and flutter your eyes open.

when his eyes meets yours, his elbows buckle, though he's quick to straighten himself back up again; his motion was so fluid you didn't even notice it, only the slight twitch of his cock.

you yawn before acknowledging the situation. "kento?" your words are slurred due to the sleepiness that remains in your system. "what's goin' on?"

"sorry hun," he grunts, continuing to fuck you. "adrenaline rush. you can go back to sleep if you want."

you give him a hum though you didn't actually succumb to sleep. the feeling of kento's cock inside you wasn't something you could simply nap through, no matter how hard you try nor matter how hard he tries to not rouse you.

he might have thought you were asleep - you were so quiet, not making a noise other than the natural moans - if you didn't mutter an "i'm close" at the exact same moment he felt his orgasm nearing.

"i am too, hun." his movements become sloppier. he loses his rhythm to the pleasure and due to the lapse in concentration since he began to play with your clit to help you reach your high as well.

"ken," he recognizes what you need with the call of his name. one of your hands found their way to his back, currently running the nails down the hard muscle. the pain only added to nanami's delight.

"i'm right there, hun. you can let go."

the both of you come at the same time and the feeling was euphoric. despite wanting rest, you're glad you woke up.

"that was nice." you commented lamely. the word didn't sum up the experience, it was so much better than nice, but your tired brain couldn't think of anything else. apparently, nanami had the same sentiment.

"i think that's a bit of an understatement, darling. now come on and get some rest, you deserve it."

i get: reblog

you get: a california king bed with a nanami body pillow

[strcwbrryklss]

୨୧﹕ lollipop ! part 1

pairing ; italianbach x fem!reader contains ; friends to lovers , yearning a/n ; i’ve been needing bach fanfiction and there’s literally like one on here so i thought i might as well do it myself. ik this one’s short but there’ll be a part 2 i swearrr summary ; on a day out with his best friend, isaac starts to gain unusual feelings for her

“ Do you love me ? ” y/n asks, a strand of hair falling into her face.

Isaac furrowed his brows, “ What ? ”

“ You heard me ” she laughs before stopping for a second, looking up into the boy’s eyes. She repeats herself, yet this time with a whisper, “ Do you love me ? ”

“ Of course I love you ” Isaac responds, looking down at the girl, so close that their chests were almost touching. Isaac reaches for y/n’s free strand of hair and tucks it behind her ear, “ You’re my best friend y/n ”

“ Don’t play dumb ” she says, rolling her eyes, “ i love you ”

Isaac’s heart rate quickens as the two sit in a comfortable silence. He examines her face, memorising each feature; from the arch in her eyebrows to the colour of her lips. Her lips fascinated him; the way they parted as she stared into his eyes, the shine to them when she licks her lips. He couldn’t look away, he couldn’t resist.

Isaac didn’t realise how close they were until their lips brushed against each other. The warmth of her breath against his skin gave him a rush of adrenaline. Without a second thought, Isaac closed the gap between the two, placing a short but deep kiss onto her lips.

The two look at each other for a moment, a look of hunger which only they could understand. And with that, their lips met once more, but this time it was full of greed. y/n tangled her fingers into Isaac’s hair as he roughly pulled her closer, as if he wanted them to merge together and become one. The kiss was full of passion, satisfying their cravings.

“ Isaac ” y/n whispered breathily between kisses.

“ Yeah? ” he responds hastily, moving down to her neck and leaving sloppy kisses.

She repeats his name once more before speaking, “ Come on ”

“ What ? ”

“ Come on ! ” y/n yells, throwing a pillow at the brunette boy’s face.

Isaac wakes up in a shock, “ Fucking hell ! ”

“ We had plans, remember ? ” the girl reminds, flicking him in the forehead.

He swats y/n’s hand away before moving his hair out of his face to look at her. She was even more beautiful than in the dream. ‘ Fuck ’ he thought.

[imakatperson22]

I got this idea from a mlm romance novel I read but hear me out:

Eddie stops by at Tia Pepa’s while Abuela is staying with her visiting LA. He just came by really quick to drop something off or maybe pick something up that he left there.

While he’s in the house, he can overhear Abuela on the phone with someone in the next room saying things like…

“Make sure you go down to that place on Century to get the masa harina not the stuff in the grocery store…”

And

“Let the mole simmer maybe 20 minutes?”

And

“This is why grandmothers always want their grandsons to marry someone nice. Someone to look after them and make them good food. They usually can’t do it for themselves. You’ll make him some nice tamales!”

And Eddie doesn’t think anything of it, probably just Abuela giving some young girl from church advice… until he gets home. Buck is in the kitchen with Chris and there’s tamales in a steamer basket and Eddie realizes Abuela was on the phone with Buck and she was telling him how to make tamales.

That’s when it hits him like a freight train.

[ripleylove]

Show me.

requested by @judgementdaysunshine saying: Can I have Jey Uso x Fem reader with the prompts "Remember, you're not alone" + "You're my home" with fluff and soft smut?

pairing: jey uso x fem reader.

genre: fluff,smut

warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. nipple play,fingering,oral (reader receiving),orgasm and I think that's all!

summary: after Jey announced your relationship to the wwe universe,people started to give you mean comments,and Jey's here to show you that you're his one and only love.

A/N: first time writing smut,kinda a challenge! but I did it for one of my dearest moots so it's okay!

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Sometimes you felt low,sure,but not as low as you were feeling today.

As Jey's girlfriend,you knew you had to be prepared when you knew that Jey wanted to tell the world you were in a 7 months relationship.

And you were,but,apparently, not enough.

As Jey announced it on Raw,you couldn't help but be scared.

You were scared of what people would think,and you were scares about the hate you or Jey were gonna receive.

The crowd had mixed reactions,some gasping and some shouting,while Jey happily talked about the strong and faithful love you shared for each other.

While he was rambling about you (with obvious heart eyes), you felt your phone lit up with notifications from twitter and instagram.

"Here goes nothing." You took a deep breath,and opened twitter.

Surprisingly, many people were happy and congratulated the both of you,but there always had to be the negative side.

@jimmyusoreturn9099: no way she isn't with him for money.

@_chaey2k: she doesn't deserve him,bffr. just leave the boy alone,you witch. 😘

@jeyusomainevent: he was happier with his ex!

You tried to not make your tears fall while scrolling on the cruel comments,but it was of no use.

Why did they they have to be so mean?

As your boyfriend's music hit in the small tv in his locker room,where you were,you hurriedly put away your phone,while trying to look presentable (and to make it seem like you didn't just have a mental breakdown.) .

It took a few minutes for Jey to barge in his locker room,since a lot of fellow wrestlers and staff workers congratulated him on the way.

"Hey,baby! Did you see me on tv? Have you heard what I said?" He asked,excitement evident in his voice and in his behaviour.

But,that excitement didn't last long,since he saw your tear stained cheeks and your watery eyes.

"Yeah,I did baby. You were grea-" You were gonna compliment his speech,but you got interrupted by him.

"Hold on,hold on,hold on. What gotchu crying,mhm?" He came closer to the black ottoman you were sitting on,and got on his knees,facing you.

You couldn't even look at him in the eye,and suddenly your nike shoes looked deeply interesting.

His pointer and middle finger raised your chin,forcing you to look at his chocolate brown eyes,capturing your every feeling.

"It's nothing,really." Your voice was quiet,and your tone was unsure,you didn't even believe yourself.

Jey sighed and caressed your soft and red cheeks,causing you to lean in his warm touch.

"C'mon,ma. I know you,and I also know that you ain't crying for nothing." His words combined with his touch mesmerised you,and you gave into his wishes.

"It's just that I've read some comments about me on twitter and they were a bit too mean,but don't worry. I should've prepared myself." You admitted,and he kissed your cheek,stopping tears that you didn't know formed again.

"Ma,let me see 'em. I'm gonna make them regret it all." He said and you handed him your phone,watching him scroll through all the mean comments from his "fans",and he immediately got irritated.

"Jealous bitches. Those hoes think I'd give them a chance. They can only wish they were me 'cause I got a girl like you by my side." He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

You giggled,liking this side of him.

"Watchu laughing at,huh?" He said jokingly,starting to tickle your sides. Your laugh filled the whole room,and you were sure that even out of there people could hear you laughing.

"Oh my god! Please stop! Oh god!" You said between laughs and giggles,and Jey finally stopped,while you were catching your breath.

"But seriously, baby. Don't listen to this jealous fuckers,cause I got you and you got me,hell,you're my home! Remember,you're not alone,and I'm always by your side. I'm like a guardian angel! A strong and hot one,I must say." He said while cockily showing off his muscles,and you slapped him on the chest.

"Oh,so you are my guardian angel now?" You smirked jokingly.

"Oh hell yeah,ma. Want me to show you how much I love you and how much you mean to me?" He asked while peppering your neck with kisses.

"Do it then,show me."

smut below!

Without wasting anytime,he softly attached his lips to yours,tongues heavenly dancing together.

His hands roamed on your paradise-like body,touching every inch of your body.

The trail of kisses arrived to your soft breasts,and your breath hitched.

As he took your nipples in his mouth,he already felt delighted.

He was sucking on your left nipple,and stimulating the other with his right hand,and viceversa.

As his kisses continued their way down your body,you felt a familiar hot ache in your core,begging to be touched.

"Please,Jey." You said with a sigh caused from the immense pleasure he was making you feel,and you gripped his fluffy mullet,pulling him down to your pussy.

"Please what,mama? What are you begging for?" He asked teasingly, stopping his kisses on your belly,completely looking at you while waiting for a response.

"Please,touch me,Jey. Please!" You said whining,and he didn't waste a second to go down,eyeing your throbbing core.

He removed your panties that were on the way,and he admired your sweet nectar.

"All wet for me." He said groaning,slipping his digits in your silky folds that embraced his finger gladly.

You moaned when he inserted two of his fingers in your hole,while his tongue was working wonders on your clit.

As his pace started to speed up,you started to feel the knot in your stomach grow,and,soon enough you came on his fingers.

He slowly slipped out his digits,and you whined at the feeling of emptiness,while he licked the wetness off his fingers.

Your chest was going up and down quickly, and he caressed your now sweaty forehead to make you calm down.

"Such a good girl for me,aren't you?" He asked,and you mindlessly nodded,starting to doze off thanks to the intense orgasm he gave you.

"I love you..." You softly whispered,and she smiled fondly at the sight.

"I love you more." He whispered in response,planting a kiss on the crown of your head,sealing a secret promise to protect you.

Maybe he really was a guardian angel.

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[rochenn]

Writing real world AUs for SW is the biggest exercise in suspending ur disbelief because of those NAMES.

Obi-Wan? Yeah that's just Ben now regardless of what stage of life he's in. Dooku? Sorry you must mean signore Serenno. Legend has it he's some sort of Italian. Qui-Gon Jinn? Um. Uhhh. He was born to hippie parents in the 70s that's why. Yeah I know that's kinda fucked up. Don't ask about Ben's last name btw

[maya-keery]

I'm a sucker for Italian Steve so here's THIS

What about foreign exchange student Stefano Harrington who moves in with the Munson's for the school year.

This would be so cute y'all think about it. Steve being so excited and confused about American "culture" and the whole time Eddie's like "I wanna marry this dude".

And in this Eddie would be the kids' babysitter so they all meet Steve for the first time and they kids think he's so cool and Eddie is high key jealous of him.

And the biggest perk....there was only one bed.

(Logistically this makes no sense but I love it anyway)

[umgeorge]

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