#miss triple x-mas

[luciesartblog]

✨And when they wanna tell us that we're all wrong, I'm here to tell you that we're all lights✨

Happy December, I think about this scene a lot.

[toad-in-a-trenchcoat]

Nowhere near midnight, but

Ghostified Miss Triple X-mas

cuz Twinkly Lights is a bop

[baby-dr1ver]

kinktober

sleepy/morning sex

charles x reader, carlos x reader

warnings: female!reqder, breeding kink, all around smut

CS55:

Carlos is tired, a triple header is grueling. Especially when he hasn’t seen you in a month.

He brings his suitcase into your room quietly, trying not to wake you in the late hours of the night. You looked so peaceful cuddled up to his pillow, hair thrown everywhere, blanket half off and-oh. N-no bottoms on, since when did you sleep naked? 

He stalked over to the bed, stripping down to his boxers on the way. He could feel his body wanting to shut down and sleep, but his brain wanted to wake you up and fuck you softly. The latter won and he shook you gently. 

“Bebita? Wake up, I’m home.” He whispered in your ear. You shuffled around for a minute but settled back in for sleep. Carlos decided to take an alternative route. He pushed you so you laid on your back and widened your legs so he could fit. He crawled in between your legs and laid so his torso touched yours and he could lay his head against your chest. The feeling of his hair made you start to wake up, your unconscious hand reached out and pushed his head away. “Los?” You asked with your eyes closed and fingers tangled in his hair. He lit up at the sight of you waking up. “Hi baby, missed you.” He let his hand wander past your tummy, over your bare mound, and felt how wet you were. 

“Fuck..whats got you so wet hm?” You whined and tugged on his hair. “Been so long, jus wanted to mmm.” Your eyes fluttered closed as Carlos started to rub your swollen clit. The feeling of your hips slowly pushing against his hand, had him lazily rubbing his cock along the mattress. 

“Amor need to….need to be inside please” You let out a shuddering breathe and nodded. “I’m all yours baby.” The next thing you knew, Carlos had his boxers down his legs and entered you in one swift motion. You held onto the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. It was sweet and gentle just like the pace he had set. Everything was moving in slow motion, you limbs were heavy and you could tell you both were close to finishing. 

He kept lazily thrusting in and out of you when he brought your hand down to play with your clit. “C’mon amor, make yourself cum.” You moaned his name as you started to circle your button, trying ti keep in time with the movement of his hips. 

It all felt like to much, Carlos moans in your ear, the weight of his body against you, how warm he was inside you. What pushed you over the edge was the way Carlos had pulled your leg over his hip, causing him to drive into you deeper. 

“Los! F-fuck!” You moaned and raked your nails up his back as you came. The stinging of your nails against his skin caused him to follow right after. 

After he cleaned you up, he tucked you back into bed and drifted off with you. 

CL16:

Waking up next to the love of your life was a dream. Watching the sun illuminate there precious features you loved so much, the way the sheets looked against their skin, how comfortable they were in your presence. It was indescribable. 

That’s how Charles felt looking at you next to him. The glow of your sin, how soft you felt, your sharp nose and cheek bones. He knew the second you opened your eyes, they would sparkle against the sunlight. If this si what his future looked like, he was very much okay with that. 

He knew you were waking up by the way your breath changed, and your eyelids fluttered open. “Ma puce, good morning.” You smiled and reached for his hand, bringing it up to your face to nuzzle against. 

“Always a good morning when I see you.” Charles blushes and slightly pinched your cheek. He watched as you kiss across his palm and up his fingers, seeing the mischief behind your eyes. “Baby….”

“Happy Anniversary bubs.” Ah, so thats why. It had slipped Charles mind this morning about the special day. Your anniversary was sacred to the both of you. No matter where you guys were, on two different continents, racing, whatever, you never failed to celebrate. “Happy Anniversary amor, can’t believe we’ve been married for two years.” He really couldn’t believe it. 2 years with the person he trusted most, the person he wanted to grow old with, have kids and grandkids with. A conversation they had yet to have might I add. One that would get Charles hard as a rock. He’d always dreamed of being a dad, of having a kid to run home to, or to see at a race covered in ferrari gear. But, it was your body and he would always respect your decision. 

“Can’t believe you’ve put up with my stubborn ass for so long. Hopefully our kids won’t inherit that.”  Was she reading his mind? Charles looked down at the woman with an unreadable expression. “Cha? I’m-I’m sorry should I have not said that?” 

He shook his head and cupped your cheeks. “No! No no mon poussin, I just..we’ve never had this talk before.” 

She sighed, “It’s been your dream to be a dad since..well forever and I want to make that come true.” Charles heart just about melted at that statement. “I don’t want you to do it just because I’ve always wanted to have kids. I want it to be your dream too.”

She leaned into my hands and looked into my eyes. “It always has been, I just wanted us to be ready to start a family. Your at a good place with your career and we feel stable so..maybe it’s time?” She scoots closer so her body is pressed to his and he’s sure she can feel how hard he’s become. “Yeah? You think so?” Charles asked coily as he ran his hands down her body to grip her hips. 

“Yeah I do. So, you gonna fuck a baby in me Cha?” Oh.Fuck. 

He moves forward and kisses you like your gonna disappear. His mouth devoured yours and demanded your lips part so he could slip is tongue in. “Fuck amor, can’t wait to cum in you, see you grow with life.” He said as he started pulling at your clothes. Not that there was much to pull off. You always slept in panties and his shirt, while he just slept in boxers. Once he has your shirt off, Charles immediately goes for your breast while his free hand sneaks down to your pussy. He starts a minor prep before he fucks you. Charles wasn’t the longest but he made up for it in girth. You couldn’t fit your hold hand around him when getting him off and needed a little extra help before he was in you. 

“Cha..need your fingers, need them to stretch me out.” You moaned as he cupped your mound in one hand. He watched your face as he entered two fingers swiftly, and didn’t let up. Laying on your side, you only really had access to his neck which was his mistake. You bit and licked at his neck to distract you from cumming. You knew it was his weakness, his neck was sensitive and it was your way of slowing him down. 

“No bebe, don’t do this. Theres no slowing me down right now.” He pulled his fingers out of you and drug your leg over his hip. This opened you up a little more, allowing him to slot inbetween your legs. You could feel his cock drag in between your legs, the tip brushing through your folds and letting your essence drip onto him. Charles has never been in you bare. You two were always safe, especially since you weren’t on any sort of birth control, it was risky to even think about. 

But now that the outcome of this would be something you both wanted, he didn’t hold back. With a nod of your head, he sets off. The wind was knocked out of you with every thrust he made. You weren’t expecting him to take such a fast approach. 

“My god puce, fuck this is heavenly.” he stopped for a second to feel just how tight and warm you actually were. No layer separating your skin, just your gummy walls surrounding him and sending him to an early grave. 

Charles let out a string of french curses, a sign he was already close. “Cha, amor, put a baby in me. God I wanna be so full fo you, watch you drip out of me please baby I need it.” You took his hand and pressed it into the bulge in your tummy. “I know bebe, almost there.” he said almost out of breath. He pressed down harder on your stomach, making you feel every small ridge on his cock, and making him hit your g spot. “Can’t wait to watch your belly grow, my baby, our baby. Gonna look so pretty with your tits swollen and barely be able to put on your shoes-fuck.” Charles hisp started to stutter, and your moans got louder. He pushed his face into your neck to keep himself together, he smelled you. All of you. Your perfume, your body wash, your pussy. He couldn’t wait for your smell to change, he couldn’t wait for you to change. 

You let out a few more ‘uh uh’s’ before your body tremble as you came. You tugged on his hair so he could look at you. “C’mon amor, cum for me-cum in me, please.” With her words and the way she tugged on his hair, he shot his cum inside her with a shout. It was surreal. Charles could feel their cum mixing together, as he kept it all inside her, determining to make it stick. 

“You know, it might not take the first time.” She was panting as she looked down at the damage. There she goes reading his mind again. 

‘Yeah but, you can’t be to careful right?” 

A/N: hey everyone! I know some people wanted Lando in this but, I’m gonna combine the sleepy sex with shower sex! So it’ll happen i swear. Mwah, love you all <3

[hellishjoel]

tequila!

6k / pairing: linecook!frankie x waitress f!reader

Series Masterlist l Previous Chapter

summary: a night off and some well deserved drinks put you and frankie in the same spot on a friday night. 

warnings/information: MA 18+ (minors DNI), food and alcohol consumption, intro to triple frontier friends, reader is mentioned having hair and wearing perfume, swearing, pet names (princess), jealousy, angst, hot girls cry in the bathroom, smut, fingering (f! receiving), cum eating, discussions of men being douchebags. if I missed anything, please let me know!

A/N: it’s been since halloween! how are we doing?! here’s more frankie and princess figuring out their shit and actually communicating! can we get a round of applause? thank you to @undercoverpena for the emotional and plot support! thank you to @saradika-graphics for the dividers!

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The town was small, but you guys knew how to kick it. 

Pool balls clattered, people cheered, and butts of beer bottles clinked in celebration. 

This was exactly what you needed, a night off and a fucking drink. 

You tried to tell yourself that your spat with Frankie a month ago hadn’t taken its toll on you, but he was plaguing your thoughts. The fastest way to forget your inhibitions? To forget Frankie? 

Tequila.

Sideways was known for breaking health code violations and overserving its customers. Despite their negative Yelp reviews, they were the only bar in town packed on this Friday night. 

You were two and a half drinks in with your girlfriends, the ones you never get to see from working late shifts. They were sweet and funny as hell. They were the pick-me-up that you really needed after what happened with Frankie.

It was still sitting in the back of your mind, playing on a loop like Christmas songs do in the winter. 

“What do you want from me, huh?” 

“I don’t know.”

Heat scorches your throat, burning and scraping at the inside as you accept a shot from a stranger. Not your smartest decision, but you suppose you haven’t been making a lot of those as of late anyway. 

Just as you take a deep sigh, you see it. That stupid hat and nest of dark curls accompanied by broad shoulders. What was Frankie doing here? 

You try to drop your head, avert your gaze, but it's pointless. The moment your eyes meet, time warps into slow motion. His usual honey-brown eyes look oaky-brown in the low light ambiance Sideways provides. His face softens at the sight of you, taking you in. Even as he walks past your small table, his head cranes to keep you in sight. 

Then his friends slap his back and keep him moving, their large and loud group weaving through the sea of strangers. And it’s over. He’s gone, probably somewhere tucked in the back of the bar ordering drinks. Time returns to its normal pace, and the loud hum of drunk twenty-somethings returns. 

“Jeez, Fish, that’s like the second bullseye tonight.” Frankie’s friends playfully clap with mustaches tickled with white foam from their beers. 

Frankie shrugs a shoulder, glances at your table, sees your pretty smile and the way your hair swishes before his eyes return to the dart board. An angry huff leaves his lips before he raises his arm, eyes narrowed on the dart board a good seven feet away from him, before he releases the dart like a lightning fast whip and he sinks it right into the center. 

His friends howl, a little smile on his lips at their approval. 

“Make that three!” One chimes in. “He’s hot tonight, folks! Get’em while he’s hot!” 

Despite being with his friends and cheap alcohol, Frankie didn’t feel very happy. Not after what went down after the last time he saw you. And now, you were here, which was making the pistons in his brain fire a whole lot faster. He wonders what happened, why you threw up your hands that night and pushed him away. 

Work has been hell trying to avoid you. Nothing more than giving him orders and brushing past him with your pretty smelling perfume that has put him in a trance since the first day he started at the diner. Now you were here, huffs of people in between you two, and he could still pick out the sweet blossomy smell he considers to be your own.

“I need a fucking drink,” Frankie mutters, plucking the darts from the board as he slaps them in the hands of his buddy for his turn. 

Frankie pushes through people to the bar, gently rapping his knuckles against the dark wood of the bar for a beer. His head dips down to look for his wallet, pulling it from his back pocket. The last thing he expects when he looks up is… not you. 

“Do you know that girl or something?” Your friend nudges, eyes still locked on the glowing redhead who had approached Frankie at the bar. 

“No.” You mutter, sucking in at the side of your cheek as you watch her put the moves on an adorably awkward Frankie. 

“You sure seem to act like you know her, you won’t stop staring.” She teases before she’s distracted by one of your girlfriends spilling off her barstool. 

All you can see is the way she blocks your view of Frankie, doing all the typical flirtatious moves you can get away with when you’re hot. Twisting her hair around her finger, smiling at Frankie like he was the funniest guy in the world, leaning into his front. She had a gorgeous body, tight waist, glowing smile, and a huge fucking rack she purposely accentuated when she threw her head back in laughter. 

First off, you hate the way she looks at him like he’s already hers. Second, when did Frankie become so goddamn funny?

You huff out a sigh and throw back another tequila shot as soon as it’s delivered. 

Jealousy wasn’t your thing. Frankie just knew how to pinch your fucking nerve. It’s so fresh still, you know? Now here he was, talking to another girl. Part of you feels like you deserve it. You cut him loose, there were no more strings that tied you two together. So why did you feel like this? Angry, annoyed, sad. Jealous. 

Fuck that. 

“Another tequila?” The bartender perks up upon seeing you nudge your way to the front of the bar’s counter. 

You give him a tight nod and a blank mhm leaving your mouth, leaning over the counter as you wait. 

His cologne shatters your thoughts. “Hey.” 

You look up to see Frankie has turned away from his girl, eyeing you over. You couldn’t deny how good you looked tonight, taking advantage of your one night off to wear something that accentuated your figure. 

And it was catching more eyes than Frankie’s. The woman beside him glares at you as if you took her favorite toy on the playground, as if she had dibs. 

You hate to admit that your eyes drift as well, a certain sexually charged energy between you both. His classic khaki jacket and ballcap accompanied by a dark wash pair of jeans. His stupid hands are stuffed in his stupid pockets, and his stupid chocolate curls curve up toward the brim of his hat. 

Frankie’s eyes fell to your sweet neck, then to the curves of your body, your mouth going dry at the way he was drinking you up. 

“Hey,” you muster up, giving him a tight-lipped grin as you nod as a greeting. 

You want him. He looks so fucking good tonight. But he already had a date going, you didn’t need to interrupt. You nip at your lower lip and force yourself to stare elsewhere. 

“Rum and coke, please, Frankie,” The woman coos, an attempt to stray Frankie’s attention from you. She’s obviously seen the way he looks at you, both of you practically eye fucking each other right in front of her. You kind of got a kick out of getting under her skin, though. 

“Hi,” you say as you reach your hand past Frankie, offering the woman a handshake and your name. “I work with Frankie.” 

She gives you a snotty little hmph, nodding tightly instead of shaking your hand. 

“I’ll meet you at the table with my drink.” She insists to Frankie, leaving the two of you on your own, but not without a squeeze to his broad arm and a certain look in your direction. 

“Wow,” you fake applaud, “she’s a real keeper, Frankie. No, really, I mean it. Didn’t know you had a thing for girls with tits bigger than their face.” 

“I just met her ten minutes ago,” Frankie mutters as he’s served his beer and the girl’s rum and coke, as well as your tequila shot being delivered. 

You try not to roll your eyes too obviously. “Well, she’s certainly all over you.” 

“What do you care?” He counters, finally facing you again, his eyes still lingering on your body for longer than you know he should. “You came up here to us, princess. If there’s something you wanna say, say it.”

A larger group comes in through the front door and pushes through to the bar, a light gasp leaving you as you’re shoved into Frankie, your fronts aligning. You feel his toned torso and smell his fresh cologne as his hand instinctually clutches your waist to keep you upright. 

Both of you take one another in again, not being able to fight the tension between you both that could be cut with a knife. 

The last time you were this close was Halloween. The last time he touched you was Halloween. Now, he was touching you again, and god, all you wanted was for him to flip his hat around, duck down, and kiss you. Kiss you hard, make up for all the time you had lost. 

Have you ever missed someone so much you feel physically sick? You had no idea how much your little talks in the kitchen meant to you until you forced Frankie to let you go. You had the overwhelming urge to run away, like he was too close, he would learn everything about you, and he’d leave after finding out you’re just a broken plate that can’t be glued together. 

You were unfixable. And Frankie was a fixer, down to his bones, and in his heart, he would try to mend you back together, only to be disappointed after many failed attempts. You wouldn’t put him through that, and more importantly, you didn’t want anyone to try. It would just hurt you more.

But you looked at each other a little too long to be just friends. 

If there’s something you wanna say, say it. 

I can’t. 

Frankie’s eyes sink as you throw back the shot, feeling the liquid burn your throat and then your chest again. This is what you’d rather feel than hurt. 

“Well,” you say, a bit raspy from the fresh alcohol. You gently push your hand into Frankie’s abdomen in an attempt to squeeze out from between him and a random drunkard, nails sinking into his toned torso. “Have a good rest of your night. See you at Tommy’s.” 

Your shoulders swivel back and forth as you carve through the bar to the rest of your friends, toppling over people to get back to your seat as you sigh defeatedly. God, why are you torturing me?

It’s an hour later, followed by two tall water glasses. Your friends have ordered some appetizers off the menu to soak up the alcohol. And because you were all damn hungry. Your eyes stray to Frankie’s table every few minutes. 

You couldn’t help it, you were overthinking. Was he looking at you when you looked away? Was he not looking at all, too into Miss Red? The more you thought, the more your chest felt like it wanted to give way. But you weren’t prepared for what you saw the next moment you looked up. 

Big Red decided to make her move, her long fingernail catching Frankie’s chin and swiftly guiding him to face her as she leaned in and kissed him. 

She kissed him, your Frankie, she kissed him. Put her pink lipstick on his mouth and marked him as her own. 

Goosebumps flood over your skin, eyes sinking as you watched helplessly from across the room.�� Suddenly, it was all too much. The loud talking, the buzzing of people, the alcohol, her and him, it was all too much. 

Your feet find the floor before you can stop yourself, you feel like you might shed a tear in your race to the bathroom. You tug on the handle, and it’s locked. 

“Occupied!” Some snotty girl whines. 

“Hurry the fuck up,” you shout amongst the crowd of people to ensure she can hear the urgency in your voice. Your throat feels thick with wetness. 

Finally, the door opens, and the woman looks you up and down in annoyance. You don’t care. You put a hand on her shoulder to guide her out of the doorway, trying to push yourself in and close the door. Not before a familiar pair of thunderous boot steps echo in your ears. 

You let out a grunt as you attempt to slam the door, but you see a hand curve around the frame. He speaks your name, it’s Frankie. Your stomach falls, and you quickly shake your head, feeling angry tears threaten to spill. 

“Fuck off,” you say behind gritted teeth, attempting to use your body to finish closing the door. But he’s a hell of a lot stronger than you. 

“Come on, princess, open up, just wanna talk.” He pushes himself in, tall figure looming over yours as you look away with annoyance. He flips the lock and presses his hand above the wall you’re leaning back on. “What’s wrong?” 

Anger surges through your voice, planting your hands on his chest as you attempt to shove him away again. You find yourself confused when your own hands curl in on his shirt and bring him closer. “I told you to fuck off, I’m fine.” 

“You don’t look fine.” He says as his hands attempt to cradle your face, but you shove them down. 

“Then stop looking,” You quickly shake your head, the heat of his hands making your stomach churn. 

Suddenly, you don’t want to cry, you want to shout. 

“I saw you kiss her!”

Frankie’s eyes met your glaring ones, your lips parting as you let out panted breaths.

“I didn’t kiss her,” he starts to say before you interject. 

“I saw you! Why are you lying to my face?” You accuse, feeling your body flush with warmth as your hands gently push at his pecs. “Get away from me.” You mutter, but Frankie always returns despite how many times you push him away. 

“I’m not goin’ anywhere until you listen to me, okay?” Frankie goes to cup your cheeks again, but the warning look on your face makes him groan in annoyance and drop his head before he comes back up to look at you. “She kissed me, I didn’t kiss her back, and-and I didn’t want her, okay? I want you, I want you, I want you, goddamit, I want you!” 

You quickly shake your head, feeling your hoop earrings gently hit your cheeks. “No.” You whisper, feeling small under his gaze. And he’s looking at you again like you put the sun in the sky. You absolutely hate it in some ways, but he looks at you with such clarity that it makes your heart flutter. Like he knows his place is with you. 

“No, what?” He challenges. You find yourself fisting at his shirt, both in comfort and also a way to keep him at a distance. 

“No, you don’t want me, Frankie,” Your face is pinched in anger, eyes searching for his intentions. You watch as his face sinks at your words, hurt by what you’ve said. 

“How can you fuckin’ say that? How can you say I don’t want you? You don’t get to decide that for me, alright?” His voice is stern, eyes narrowed in on yours as he fills the space between you two, no matter if you take a step back, he’s right there on your toes. “I like you.”

“You don’t know me, not really,” You say.

“I want to, though. I’m scared as hell to want you, but here I am, telling you I want you anyway because that’s how much I care. I want you more than I fear the rejection on Halloween happening all over again.” 

All you can do is shake your head, feeling the mixture of angry sad tears start to melt at your eyes again. You hurt him so badly on Halloween, yet he was still here trying to say how much you mean to him. 

“Frankie,” your lower lip wobbles, straying eye contact. 

“No, listen to me, I’ve got more to say,” he says as he cradles your face once more, and this time, you don’t push him away. His beautiful brown eyes pour into your own, and you feel so drunk that he’s kissing your soul with his eyes. 

“I haven’t even missed you,”

“Bullshit, I know you fuckin’ miss me because I miss you.” He sees through all your lies, you feel transparent as he holds you close, backing you up against the sink as he strokes a thumb along your cheekbone. 

“No,” you start to say, shaking your head as tears cloud your vision. 

“No, no, no,” he mocks, “Is that all you can say?”

You despise how much your throat feels swollen, and your words sound thick with wanting to cry. “I just wanted you to fuck me, but then I got greedy, and I wanted you to love me, too. But that would be a waste of your time, Frankie, you need to listen to me.”

The admission felt like a dam breaking inside of you, and Frankie only pulls you closer. Suddenly, the buzz of everyone else outside the bar died down, and all you could think or hear was Frankie. 

“Loving someone is never a waste,” Frankie whispers. 

You playfully scoff and wipe under your eyes around his hand. “You don’t love me.”

“No, not yet. But I could. I know I could. Because this past month has been hell without talking to you. I don’t wanna walk around the diner, pretending like you don’t exist or that you don’t do something to me. You do everything to me, you are everything.” 

Frankie starts swiping away the tears you didn’t even know were falling, taking them away with the pads of his thumbs. 

“I think of you at two in the morning when I can’t sleep, you’re always the first place my mind runs to. You stayed over once, once, and my body just fuckin’ craves the way I got to hold you. It was addictive, how it felt to finally be close to you, when you finally let me in.” 

You force yourself to close your eyes and try to breathe, his words feeling like the powers a hurricane carries. Your shaky fists are still clutching his shirt at his sides, not willing to let him go after his confession. 

After you gather a few breaths, you meet his eyes. “Frankie, once you care, you’re fucked.” It’s a warning.

Now, he’s the one shaking his head. “I don’t believe that for a minute. I’ve cared for you ever since I started working at Tommy’s, and even more when you kissed me at the Christmas party last year.”

You playfully scoff and break a smile. “We were both drunk.” 

Frankie shrugs. “Yeah, and I wished I was sober so I could remember every bit of how good it felt. Now we’re almost a year later. It took me from December to August to make another real move on you, and I don’t want to let you go. Not after having the real thing. This feeling doesn’t just go away. I miss you.” 

You nip at your lower lip, goosebumps flying across your skin away. 

“I just don’t want to get hurt,” you whimper, your forehead gently leaning into the support of his large palms. Your glassy eyes make him melt. 

He hushes you gently, your voices growing softer the closer he comes to you. Your noses gently brush, making your wet eyelashes flutter. Frankie sighs before he speaks. “If you promise to stay, I’ll promise not to leave.” 

Frankie’s care for you was evident. You knew pushing him away was wrong, trying to save yourself only wounded you both. But what a waste it would be not to try with someone who was as good-hearted as Frankie. 

The douchebag you once knew was long gone. In fact, it feels like he started to drift away after last December. Because he had made up his mind a year ago that he wanted to be with you, and he would change for the better to make it happen. He’s been showing you all this time what you mean to him, that he wouldn’t hurt you. 

You must have left him hanging for too long because he parts his lips to speak your name. 

“Stop talking,” you whisper as you lean up and crash your lips against his. No more words needed to be said. 

You can feel Frankie’s cheeks perk up from his smile, both of your mouths upturned, happy to be in one another’s arms again. Being apart felt like a drought, and he was finally touching you. And both of you were fucking starved.

Frankie’s once soft movements turn greedy. As do yours. Hands are gliding over waists, teeth are tugging lips, and your core physically buzzes as Frankie flips his hat to face backward without breaking your kiss. Jesus Christ. His tongue glides against your bottom lip and you easily part your lips to grant the access he so desperately craves. 

“Lemme make it up to you,” Frankie mutters against your mouth, tasting remnants of his ale and he, your citrussy-lime tongue. 

“Please,” you beg. 

He doesn’t waste another moment, nipping at your bottom lip and making you mewl while his large palms find the back of your thighs. His strength makes lifting you look easy, gasping into his mouth as he sets you on top of the sink while his hands fasten on your waist once more. 

You push his hand towards the button of your jeans and he pops it open with one hand. 

“Fuck,” you moan out, jaw dropped as his hand pushes past the band of your panties, large fingers gliding down through your slick, then back up your valley. A breath catches in your throat, your back archiving off the mirror as Frankie takes the opportunity to bury his head into your chest, planting kisses along your breasts over your shirt. He eventually moves his lips up your body, across your sweet neck, to where he nibbles on your jawline. 

Your jaw drops against his cheek, your faces smooshed together as you feel his familiar stubble scrape against your soft skin. It’s like there’s a non-stopping rollercoaster in your mind, with his fingers moving up and down your soaking pussy, you can’t fucking think. 

A weak cry leaves your lips against the shell of his ear as he plunges two fingers into your entrance. You brace an arm around his shoulder and pull him into you, ensuring he keeps his damn fingers stay buried in your cunt. 

“Please,” you whimper, grinding your hips with vigor against his hand, his wrist rolling with you. 

“That’s it baby,” his silken voice purrs with praise, “let go for me.” 

You become completely pliant under his touch, under the lead of his fingers. He was already filling you up, you couldn’t imagine being filled up by the girth of his cock after a month without it. 

With two fingers inside of you and his thumb working sweet circles around your clit, you feel as if you might explode. He walks a line between kissing and sucking on your neck, the surface of your skin becoming clammy and raw. 

There’s a sense of safety in his arms, his tense bicep that’s hardened from the one that’s working up into you.

You barely acknowledge the knock on the door, forcing yourself to bite down onto Frankie’s shoulder and his jacket flap to keep yourself from spilling out loose moans. Loud music and even louder chanter is muffled by the door. 

“Fuck, fuck, Frankie-” you moan, mouth stuffed and jumbling your words. 

Frankie clamps his free hand over your mouth, guiding your head to rest back against the mirror once more, your hot pants fanning against his palm. 

“So fuckin’ loud, don’t remember you bein’ this loud for me.” He says with a wide cocky smirk. You will yourself to roll your eyes, but they end up staying at the back of your head as you continue to fuck yourself against his fingers. 

He curls them inside of you, your back arching as you feel your stomach swirl with excitement. Your small hands clench at his jacket, gasping shakily as your high nears closer. 

Your muffled moans stay concealed by Frankie’s hand clamped over you, letting your weak moans and cries land into his palm. It felt so good, the way your clit twitches under his control and his fingers work effortlessly to plunge deeper and deeper into your depths. 

There’s another incessant knock at the door. Fuck, there was no way to be quiet. 

Frankie smirks wider as your walls clench around his fingers, one long moan of his name landing muffled against his fingers as his eyes fixate on your own, spilling your orgasm across his fingers. 

“Good girl, just needed to get off, didn’t you?” He belittles.

You sigh weakly against his hand, hearing still fuzzy from feeling so over the moon. A slow, tired smirk grazes your lips as you playfully push his face away. 

“Such a douchebag.” You mutter, nipping at your lower lip while Frankie gently removes his fingers from your entrance. You feel empty, you hate it. 

Frankie raises his two fingers to your lips, your eyes studying the pretty cream he’s gathered amongst the mix of your slick. 

“Taste yourself, baby.” Such a fucking charmer. You can’t help the heat that gathers at the back of your neck, shyly leaning in and wrapping your lips around the tips of his fingers. You lock your eyes with his own as you flatten your tongue and hollow your cheeks, sinking your mouth lower and taking him to the knuckle. 

Your heart pounds thinking about his cock angrily twitching against his thigh, desperate for his own release. But he’s always put you first. And you always make his loyalty to you worth his while. 

Frankie’s cocky face slowly melts as you swallow around his fingers, lips parting as he looks over you in a sense of pride. 

Another damn knock on the door. More like an incessant pounding.

He forces himself to release his fingers from your mouth.

“What?” Frankie protectively barked, voice laced with annoyance. 

“Fish?” A voice called from the other side. One of his friends. 

He looks at you apologetically, grabbing you by your hips and lowering you off the sink.  His hands are already on the hem of your jeans,  and securing the button while you zip the fly and hurry to make yourselves presentable. 

Frankie puts his hand on the knob, ready to flip the lock. He feels compelled to kiss you one more time. He spins on the spot and cups your cheeks, meshing your lips together and pulling your chin up to face him. He savors it, lets his tongue tangle with yours to get that last taste of come on your tastebuds. 

He forces himself to let you go, finally opening the door. 

“Santi? What, man?” He asks in annoyance, seeing his friend on the other side. 

“Sorry, sorry,” he pauses to look past Frankie, to you, a sly little smirk on his lips after he’s put two and two together. “Listen, uh, Benny’s been arrested.”

Frankie shares a look of confusion with you. Frankie and Santi both stand there a little dumbfounded, unsure of what to do. 

“Well, come on, he can’t stay there all night. Let’s go.” You urge. It’s enough to snap the two out of their surprised trance. Frankie takes your hand and leads you towards the bar’s exit, pushing people aside with his arms and broad shoulders so no drunk asshole knocks you around in the crowd. 

You’re surprised to see his friend, who you’ve gathered is Santi, doing the same. It felt like you had two incredibly handsome escorts. Or maybe a better term would be guard dogs, pretty and sleek Dobermans. 

After saying goodnight to your friends and grabbing your purse, Santi catches up you both while Frankie drives his truck. 

“This drunk guy came up and started hitting on this girl he knows from.. somewhere.. I don’t know, but then he started getting all belligerent when she rejected him, and Benny stepped in. They started knocking each other around, it was so fuckin’ crowded in there, and I didn’t know where you went. Surprised you guys didn’t hear all the commotion.” 

You weren’t surprised you missed the whole fiasco. Frankie had you coming so hard that you saw Jesus Christ himself. 

“So, what?” Frankie prodded, annoyance laced in his voice as he drove over the bumpy road, glancing in his rearview mirror every few moments to see you. “The police got called and they both got arrested?”

Santi makes an affirmative humming noise, looking out the window as they pull up to the town’s police department. 

“Fuck,” Santi swears as he hops out the back of the truck. “I haven’t done this in a few years. Don’t remember how it goes.” 

You jump in before you can stop yourself. “We need to go in, ask for his name, and figure out what he’s being charged with. We pay his bail, he completes his release paperwork, and as long as he didn’t bad mouth any cops in there, we should be in and out, bada-bing-bada-boom.” You say as you clap-wipe your hands in demonstration of how painless this process should be. But Frankie and Santi still look starstruck. 

“Don’t ask. Let’s go.” You say as you hop out of the truck, the two men following suit. 

You imagined their friend Benny to be this mean, big, bad guy. But you guys didn’t see the way this man smiled upon seeing his friends come to pick him up. He was the definition of a Golden Retriever if we’re still speaking in dog lingo. 

Tussled dark blonde hair, big blue eyes, and a smile that would make any person melt. He just wasn’t what you were expecting when you heard that one of Frankie’s drunk asshole friends was arrested. Maybe you expected another stoner-type who didn’t give a fuck. You were wrong. 

“Arrested for defending a woman’s honor,” Benny scoffs as he digs his possessions out of a large envelope. You eye the way he delicately places his watch back on his wrist before bumming a cigarette from Frankie. The glow of the lighter illuminates his face a mute orange before the end of his cigarette caught blaze. Then you were all surrounded by the blue of a midnight sky again.

“What, like you wouldn’t do it again?” Santi teases, stuffing his hands in his pockets as the cigarette slowly made its way down the line to Frankie. 

“Fuck that, I’d do it again tomorrow if I had to.” He chirps with a laugh. “Fish, you should have heard the way this guy was badmouthing this woman, I mean, the most vulgar shit that came out of his mouth just because she wouldn’t let him buy her a drink.”

“M’glad I wasn’t there. There would have been two guys arrested tonight.” Frankie mutters, the cigarette passing from him to you. 

“Wouldn’t believe how often that shit happens.” You mutter before you take a drag. Benny leans forward to take a look at you, maybe just now realizing you were even here. 

“Yeah?” He probes for more as you slowly nod, tipping the ash off the end of the cigarette. 

“My friend was called a cunt last week after saying no to a guy wanting to sit next to her at the bar. He knew the seat was taken, our other friend just went to the bathroom. He purposely waited until she was alone to make a move.”

“No shit.” Santi hummed curiously. 

“Seriously. Called her a fat bitch, said he’d hope somethin’ really bad would happen to her. If I was there, I would have knocked his teeth in.” 

Benny slowly smiles, nodding proudly. “I have no doubt. Just wish you didn’t have to do that stuff in the first place.”

You sigh as you glance at Frankie, who’s looking at you with sympathetic eyes. But he knows you don’t really like it when he looks at you like that, so he quickly glances at his shoes. 

“Wait,” Benny whispers with a goofy grin. “Fish, is this the girl from the diner you always talk about?” 

Even in the dark of night, Frankie’s sweet glowy blush tints his face. Or maybe it was the alcohol, but he wouldn’t have driven if he was that out of it.

“Yeah, yeah, Benny, this is her.” 

“Oh shit, hi,” Bennys says as he stands in front of you and offers you his hand to shake. “I know this is kind of a bad start, gettin’ me out of jail and all, but I’m Benny Miller, nice to meet you in person. My guy here,” Benny pauses to playfully yank around Frankie’s shoulder, “he’s always tellin’ us stories about the diner. Can’t think of one you’re not mentioned or the star of the show.” 

The smile on your face can’t help but grow as you playfully eye Frankie who is being all too quiet. You hand Frankie the cigarette as a distraction, shaking Benny’s hand. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Benny. And trust me, I’ve met guys under worse circumstances. Like working with them at a diner.” 

“Oh, fuck off,” Frankie mutters playfully around the cigarette in his mouth. 

The whole group erupts into laughter, Benny and Santi both taking the opportunity to say their proper greetings and apologies for busting up your night with their friend. 

“I should probably get back to my brother.” Benny hums, motioning his head back to the bar’s general direction. “If he thinks I had to do another overnighter, I owe him twenty bucks.” He teases as you all start piling back into the truck. 

Frankie drops Santi and Benny back off at the bar, the entirety of the building shaking with applause and whistles to see that their noble heroes have returned. A very specific pretty blonde rushes up to Benny and thanks him with a kiss. 

“And he still gets the girl.” You hum, watching from the passenger side window. 

“He always does, that one.” Frankie teases, his hand coming over to rest on your upper thigh, thumb making gentle circles over your jeans. “Lemme take you home.” 

You swallow down a lump in your throat, gently resting your hand over Frankie’s. “Is home your apartment?” You ask, slowly raising a hopeful eyebrow as he nods. 

“Can be.” 

A nod to that, Frankie starts his truck down the road again. 

You need to tell him the truth, that this didn’t make you official. That you were still wary, trying to learn how to ride a bike again, sort of thing. 

“What?” He asks, knowing you’re thinking too loud in your head. 

You part your lips to speak but realize you shouldn’t feel bad about what you have to say. “I’m not ready for a full commitment. You’re not my boyfriend, Frankie, not yet. I just wanna take things slow. See if this is what we both really want.” 

The right side of Frankie’s mouth twitches up into a smile. “We’ll figure it out. If no label is what you want right now, I’ll wait.” 

You can feel your heart swell at his understanding. The last thing you wanted was for Frankie to start announcing to the world that you were dating. Not when you didn’t feel fully ready. You had bad relationship habits, ones you were ready to finally outgrow. But you didn’t want him to be subjected to your learning process. So you both could wait. 

Frankie’s hand rotates palm side up, fingers apart. You slip your hand over his, your fingers interlocking as he starts the familiar route back to his apartment. This would be a lot of work, and you both had to be patient. 

“Take things slow...” Frankie slowly murmurs. “Does this mean we can’t have sex?”

“No, fuck that.” You both laugh, squeezing his hand in your hold. 

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Honestly this has been on my mind for so long

Sorry if I didn’t include your favorite! Tell me who I missed in the tags. And I wanna hear why you picked who you picked~

[hcppierthcnever]

“There you are, you’re there with open arms”

description… oc!figureskater girlfriend x oc!figureskater boyfriend

summary… when a skating duo that is adamant about staying friends suddenly finds themselves breaking their own promise

authors note… listen to “there you are” by zayn for this one, absolutely obsessed with the song, as well as figure skating so had to combine the two. As always, let me know what you think🫶🏼

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rosedevlin

🎵Billie Eilish - when the party is over

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rosedevlin another competition done, another medal won. We will forever do our best to give you all the best experience watching us skate🫶🏼 @/romansmith

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user1 the best skating duo of the modern era

user2 almost started crying watching you two

user3 gosh I could feel the chemistry through the screen

user4 It was rare, I was there!!🥹

romansmith my turn to choose a song

rosedevlin for internationals we always choose together though

romansmith not this time, I got it all figured out

user5 OMG IM SO EXCITED ALR

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romansmith it was 5 minutes you’re slandering my name here

rosedevlin I was 10min early so I waited 15min

romansmith how is that my fault ma belle??

user10 girl why are you on the floor😭

user6 you two are actually my favs

user7 wish I was as good as you

user8 I missed the practice spams

rosedevlin so did I so did I trust me

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user9 this is sooo girlfriend coded

user10 why is she on the floor again😭

romansmith she needs her daily floor time

rosedevlin the second picture was uncalled for

romansmith you screaming was uncalled for

rosedevlin ITS MR BRIGHTSIDE I HAD TO

user11 OMG YOU ARRIVED IN ESTONIA GOOD LUCK

user12 just get together already I BEG

romansmith I am trying all right

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devlithfan ahead of the competition I wanted to share some of my fav pictures of my favourite people!! Forever a devlith shipper🤞🏼

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user13 THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER UGH

user14 the hand kiss?? the faces being so close?? FRIENDS??

user15 so actually this is not platonic!

user16 I feel like I‘m being gaslight by them😔

devlithfan NO CUZ FOR REAL

user17 wanted context but dont think that will change anything

user18 I feel like context might make it more obvious

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user4 BEAUTIFUL STUNNING BREATH TAKING

user8 cant even wrap my head around what yall did

user19 the triple axel WAS SO FLAWLESS

romansmith ready for tomorrow?

rosedevlin ready as I’ll ever be

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user20 traditions🥹

user13 THE WAY YOU LOOK AT HER

user21 all the best for tomorrow!!

rosedevlin favourite part of the comp🤭😋

romansmith always about food with you🙄❤️

user22 manifesting you two will make it official tomorrow🤞🏼🤞🏼

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🎵Zayn - There you are

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romansmith “Friends that I rely on don't come through, they run like the river, but not you” ma belle, my secret is out now, but I’ve been waiting for this❤️

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user23 “secret” okay lets be real here-

rosedevlin so everybody knew except me😭

devlithfan WE TRIED TO TELL YOU

user24 girl we thought you were in on it too

rosedevlin “only you know me the way you know me” I love you🩵

romansmith I have and will always love you❤️

user25 okay now get a room you two

user26 FINALLY

user3 the win is so well deserved for what you did in that free style🙏🏼

[chiptaylorsfirst]

Hiii, if you're still doing requests, can I request a Matthew Gray Gubler x female reader smut where he keeps edging her until she's crying because she just wants to cum?

A/N: Sure thing. Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy.

Word Count: 2,316

Pairing: dom!Matthew Gray Gubler x brat!sub!fem!Reader

Warning: Smut, oral sex (female receiving), use of toys, masturbation, fingering, edging, slight dacryphilia, hickeys

Summary: You've been teasing Matthew for a while now and he finally puts you in your place.

You had been terrible the entire week since Matthew got back from filming. You teased him anytime you could and brought up sexual topics whenever you saw fit, loving how he’d sometimes turn red or simply scold you for doing such things, warning you that the outcome of continuing this wouldn’t be pretty. You hadn’t cared. It had been weeks since you felt him inside you and you needed that feeling again, you craved it. You knew you were on thin ice but you needed to drive him right to the edge so that you could get what you wanted.

So you waited and waited until you were out in public, arm in arm. “Babe,” you said as you continued walking around the mall. “Hmm,” Matthew responded, solely focused on having a mental debate of whether or not he should buy the matching pajamas he saw. “You look really good right now. I mean, if we weren’t in public, I’d drop to my knees right now and any problem you have away.” You whispered the words into his ear, watching as his face turned red at your words.

He cleared his throat, turning to look at you before he spoke. “You really want a punishment, don’t you, desperate girl?” He muttered the last part and you only smiled. “Whatever you give me, I will take.” He sighed, already hardening and cursing for deciding to wear sweatpants. “We’re leaving now,” he said all too calmly. “Get in front of me while we walk okay.” You already felt him grab you and you started to walk. “What about those matching PJ’s?” “We’ll get them another day when a certain someone hasn’t distracted me.” There was a small edge in his voice and more playfulness.

That was a good sign that you still had more work to do. You wanted him upset and ready to punish you. The day went on with you teasing constantly but still not enough for him to lose his cool. Then, you were both at a cafe hand in hand ordering coffee together. While you were waiting on your drinks, Matthew left to use the restroom, informing you that he’d be back quickly. He was gone long enough for a man to tap your shoulder, a smirk on his lips as he asked, “That your friend?” You fought the urge to roll your eyes at the arrogant being in front of you as you responded.

“Possibly, why?” He sighed as he looked you up and down, obvious lust in his eyes. “I’m trying to understand why he would allow such a beautiful woman to be all by herself like this.” You forced a smile on your lips as you touched his shoulder, already seeing Matthew making his way to the two of you. “You’re not my type or my boyfriend, okay? And he isn’t my friend. You can leave.” The man looked to be angry at your straightforward rejection but he was nowhere near as upset as Matthew was. He paid for the drinks quickly, handing your yours before taking a sip of his. He didn’t speak once during the ride home and by then, both of your drinks were no more.

When you got in the house, he finally spoke, his voice threatening, quiet, and calm. It was a triple threat. “What was that in the cafe? Why’d you entertain that man?” You smiled. You’d crossed the line and succeeded. You were going to get what you wanted. “Why do you think, baby? I miss getting fucked by you. And whenever you’re jealous, it’s always the most fun.” Matthew sighed, shaking his head at you. “You’re a fucking brat, you know that?” “Mhm, you gonna do anything about it? Maybe not. In that case, I’ll just go in my room and masturbate to that wonderful ma--” You couldn’t finish your sentence before Matthew started to kiss you roughly and lustfully, his hands gradually moving down your curves. 

He pulled back from you, allowing much-needed air into his lungs. A smile appeared on his lips, his hands around your waist. “Jump,” he commanded softly, and you did. He caught you, carrying you to your shared bedroom. “If you wanted this, then you’re gonna get it.” He threw you onto the bed. You felt a wetness pool between your thighs with a need like none other. Matthew started to undress you, mercilessly snatching the apparel off your body and throwing it onto the floor. When you were fully bare before him, he took out a few things from a drawer that you knew all too well. “I suggest you drink a bit more water if you need to. This is going to be a long night and I wouldn’t want you to dehydrate.”

You hated the fact that the sentence was a warning and a sweet recommendation at the same time. But, you took the advice, going into the kitchen to hydrate yourself and using your little break as you saw fit. You came back to see your boyfriend, shirtless, sitting on the egde of the bed, patting on his lap for you to sit on. You walked to him, sitting on his lap. He stroked your hair, kissing your sweet spot as he lowered his hand to where you needed it the most. “Babe, you’re so desperate right now.” He started to place a finger against your slit, gradually gliding it and collecting some of your juices on his finger.

You bucked your hips upward, arching at his touch, wanting any bit of his attention you could possibly get. He pulled his hand away and you resisted the urge to whimper. “Go to the bedroom and wait for me there. I gotta figure out how I’m gonna punish you for your little stunts you’ve recently pulled.” You nodded your head, going into the bedroom as he ordered. It took a while before you saw him walk in, still fully clothed but with a different attitude this time. He wasn’t your sweet and kind boyfriend anymore at this moment. He was different and he was here to teach you a lesson. “Strip for me. I want you to take everything off.” You did what he said, stripping your body of clothing and throwing it all into a pile.

“Now lay down in the bed and wait for me.” He didn’t check to see if you did as he asked, the sound of the bed as your weight was on top of it enough for him to know you did what he said. You saw him look in a very familiar drawer and you wished for the best to happen as he looked. You were in deep whenever he looked in that drawer and nothing and no one could save you from it.

He picked three toys and smiled as he looked down at you. “I’m going to edge you 5 times and if you fuss, I may just leave you here to finish the job yourself. You wanted attention from me and now you’re getting it. My attention is fully on you.” You watched as Matthew started to strip, ridding himself of any clothing that was on his body. You saw that he was painfully hard and you wished nothing more than to taste the man before you. “Baby, please, let me taste you,” you begged desperately. “No, sweetheart. You don’t get to do that because of how you’ve behaved. You’ve teased me repeatedly and broken my rules. Now, you wish to bring me pleasure during the time of your punishment?” You nodded your head enthusiastically. “The answer is no.”

Matthew grabbed the toys he’d picked, placing them on the nightstand beside the bed before joining you. He started to kiss your body everywhere he saw fit, slipping his fingers inside you as he did so. You moaned at the feeling, soft sounds being pulled from you. It didn’t take long for him to work you into a frenzy, crumbling for him as his fingers started to go faster. “You’re so responsive,” he said aloud, deep in thought as he looked at you. He then kissed you, sucking your tongue as you both moaned in the kiss. 

It was practically suffocating as you kissed him and felt yourself getting close to your peak. The kiss broke and you swore that you almost saw stars. Unfortunately, Matthew knew your body like none other and that meant that he knew you would orgasm any second now. As soon as you were at the very peak, his fingers stopped and he removed them completely. “No,” you said softly, your brain scrambling as it tried to process what happened. “Aw, you poor thing. You have four more to go unless you’d like me to stop. What is your color, baby?” “Green,” you confirmed. “You sure?” You nodded your head. “Mhmm.” 

You then watched as he lowered his head between your thighs, one hand wrapping around your leg as he used his arm to keep you down. You moaned at the feeling of his tongue toying with you. You swore that Matthew’s mouth was a work of art crafted and made specially to be used on you. You squirmed as you felt him begin to suck on your clit, his tongue still moving in a swift pattern that he knew you loved. Your hand fisted into his hair, your fingers scratching his scalp. He groaned at the feeling, enjoying how lost you’d gotten in the action being done. You felt his tongue graze over a certain spot, causing your breath to hitch. Matthew took note of this and repeated the action until you were nothing but a breathless mess beneath him. 

You knew what would happen as you were nearing another orgasm and yet you still whimpered and begged for release as Matthew pulled away from you. You were denied once again with three more to go. He reached for one of the sex toys he’d picked, a pretty dildo with multiple shades of blue. It was custom-made and a birthday gift given to you by your boyfriend. He’d said that it was for when he was out of town and you had to facetime one another so he could see how sweet you looked during sexual things. You hadn’t expected him to use it on you. He never did before. “Get on all fours and ride this for me.” He handed the toy to you. You felt a new coat of wetness pool between your legs as you thought of Matthew watching you. 

You positioned the toy between your legs before lowering yourself down on it, loving the stretch you felt. You went slow, enjoying the feeling of finally being filled with something. It wasn’t as good as the original you were used to but you needed to do it to get what you wanted. You thought of previous things you’d done with Matthew on multiple occasions as you bounced. Matthew watched you without touching himself a single time, though he thought about it and wanted to do it badly.

He watched your face, the movements of your body and when you were dangerously close, he spoke. “That’s enough. Stop now.” You reluctantly did as told, your pussy clenching around nothing at the loss. “Get in the bed for me on your back with your legs spread.” You obeyed and watched your boyfriend as he got in bed with you. “You’re so beautiful, babe. So beautiful to the point that I can’t resist you any longer and don’t wish to use the other toys on you like I planned.” You smirked triumphantly. “Sounds like to me that you just can’t help yourself, hmm Matthew? Baby, I’m irresistible,” you teased. “Such a bold little girl for someone who turns into a whining little bitch just with a flick of my finger.” 

Before you could even come up with something to say, you felt his cock being slipped inside of you, a moan being pulled from you that you hadn’t even known you had the ability to make. He kissed you and went at an impossibly slow pace, as if he were purposely teasing you even more. You scratched his back at the feeling of him repeatedly hitting that spot buried deep within you. He placed hickeys all around your neck and smirked against your skin at the sound of you begging. “Baby, I’m sorry. Lemme cum, please.” He kissed the spot under your jaw. “One more after this one.” Tears started to form in your eyes. “O-Okay, oh fu--” He pulled out of you, putting a complete end to the release you were so close to getting.

You were tired and sweaty, your cunt pink and buzzing with need. As you felt yourself being flipped onto your stomach, tears finally spilled from your eyes and Matthew set a brutal and rapid pace. “You’re crying, babe? You okay?” “Yeah, just let me, let me,” your sentence hadn’t had the chance to get finished as you suddenly tipped over the edge. You felt Matthew’s cum coat your walls and he placed wet kisses all over your collarbone. He then flipped you back over, a smile on his face now. “You did so good for me. Just don’t tease me as bad as you did ever again.” You were tired and worn but you couldn’t help yourself before speaking. “If I get this response, maybe I should do it more often.” He kissed your forehead before getting off of the bed.

He came back with a warm cloth in his hand. He cleaned you up then went away. When he came back, the cloth was gone and he had this cute smile on his face. He got in the bed with you and cuddled with you. It didn’t take long before you fell asleep, happy to have Matthew as your boyfriend. 

[f1fan123]

The case of the cuddles

Charles Leclerc x fem!gf reader

Summary: Charles finally comes home from a triple header and reader has the case of the cuddles

Warning: fluff

Your loving boyfriend, Charles was away for a triple header and you missed him tremendously but you couldn't go with due to work and you watched all the races at home and let's just say that the races weren't going well for Charles. First he crashed out in Australia and then had engine failure in China and then he got a 10 place grid penalty in Canada. Now that the triple header has come to an end and winter break is starting, you were waiting back home for your Charlie to come home.

While you were watching Clueless on the sofa in the living room, you heard the front door open and you immediately jumped off the couch and ran to your boyfriend who just got home and you climbed on him like a koala.

“Hi Ma belle. I missed you too”. Chuckled Charles as you climbed into his arms as you wrapped your arms around his neck and you held on for dear life.

“Finally, your home. It's been horrible without you baby”. I muttered into his chest as I continued to hold onto him for dear life as Charles carried me towards the living room and sat down on the sofa with me on top of him, the movie on the TV long forgotten about. You knew Charles was tired, the races always took a toll on him sometimes and he deserves a break now that the winter break has just started.

“Bébé, you want to watch a movie together?”. Charles asked as it was a well known tradition between the two of you when he got back from the races. You two always watched movies to unwind and just relax with each other in general.

“You pick my love. I just want you and cuddles”. I nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck and I smelt his cologne and it brought me comfort knowing that Charlie was home. Your Charlie was finally home and in your arms. Charles then put on Cars and you two cuddled up with each other as Charles traced patterns on your back and a few hours later both of you were fast asleep in the warmth embrace of your love.

A/n: This is my first time writing so I hope you enjoyed it and it anything needs to be fixed or you have tips for me please let me know

[notathingjustthere]

Hinge III (short)

Modern Ivar x reader

(More of Hvitserk and readers' friendship)

Note: I wrote this right after the second one and never finished it because I could not decide how I wanted to go about it. Now I definitely don't remember any of my ideas so I just want help. Any ideas would be helpful and appreciated. I think it's been a year already :( cause I graduated and the 9-5 has left me without a life so I need a hobby.

Word Count: 1.2K

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Wednesdays were movie nights, a tradition you and Hvitserk had established throughout the past few months of your friendship. His feet were always comfortably stretched on your furniture, despite the numerous times you berated him for his lack of home etiquette. You shoo his feet off your couch, wondering how your relationship had even developed this far. 

“You’re not gonna get that?” His eyes were glued to his phone, though he seemed to be ignoring the incessant ringtone that he refused to let up. Shaking his head no as he fixed himself up allowing you a stolen glance at the caller ID.  

Banter easily ensued after Hvitserk chucked his phone somewhere into your couch, wanting to focus on the night planned out. Triple Frontier was the winning choice for the night after the game of rock, paper, scissors that he suggested. The two-hour screen time of some of Hollywood’s finest would be just what you needed after a long day. Takeout was on its way and with everything already set up the night could not get any better. 

The loud vibration from Hvittserk’s corner was hard to ignore forcing you to pause the movie while he struggled to search the crevices of the couch for the source. 

“And who do we have here?” You had assumed it was Ivar calling him again, but your disinterest was cut short when it turned out otherwise. “It's your mother.” Hvitserk’s teasing only dragged on as he pulled the phone behind him, out of reach. Fewer calls were exchanged over your busy period, but your mom never failed to check in on her only child from time to time.

Eventually quitting the childish play Hvitserk gave up the cell phone, already having picked up the call, eager to greet the woman that raised you. 

“I see why I can't even get a call back these days. You found yourself a man and you didn't tell me?” The belly laugh Hvitserk let out deepened the frown on your face at your mother's leap of an assumption. You walked further away from him in feign of privacy, but he could still hear you both. 

“Oh please, that boy wishes.  I've just been busy with the move and the new job, I am sorry I didn’t call back earlier.” 

You can't help to smile at the offended look on Hvitserk’s face after your comment. Your jab was short-lived, as an eager Hvitserk redirected his pestering regarding your love life towards your mother. 

“Your child won't let me play matchmaker, even though I found the per-.”

The doorbell cut his piece short, the universe honouring its favour to you. Taking the cue to leave the conversation, you made your way to the door grabbing a hundred from his wallet. A nice tip that would also compensate for the headache of a chat you would have later with your mother. Besides, he wouldn’t even miss it.  

“What's this about finding you, someone?”Your mom’s voice brings you back to the moment not long after setting down your food. 

“Ma, no. Don't listen to him, he’s full of rubbish. I gotta go, but I will call you later, alright?”

“Wait let me say goodbye first” Hvitserk cuts in, too excited. 

“I see this one’s got some manners. Just let the boy say hi.” your mother encourages his behavior, but you refused and were quick to glide a finger over the red button.

Unsure of how you were feeling, you made note of the buzzing heat that resonated through your being. “Really? Mr. Matchmaker?”

“Well he’s my brother, I gotta look out for him. Besides, I’m proud he listened to me for once.” he shrugs.

Your brows raised curiously at his admission. Had he put his brother up to this?

“Hvittyyy.” You whined in frustration at the decision you had to make. 

So much had happened in the past few months of your big move, that nothing in the world could have prepared you when Ivar randomly asked you out. Downtown was significant in size, yet it was criminal how easy it was to run into someone familiar. It was why you and Hvitserk became so close in the first place.

Your semi-success story improved your lifestyle and social circle. Having little to no social skills outside of work you had somehow made a friend or two in the past few months. With Hvitserk it was easy, the natural charm and free-spirited aura complimented a hidden adventurous side of you. He had earned the title of your best friend and had bugged you since after.

Right now you weren't so sure if he was deserving of the title. “Are you sure you're not just here to talk me into this date or something?”  Hvitserk picked up on the slight annoyance in your tone. 

You had been first to arrive on a lunch date with Leila, a friend from work when you noticed Ivar at the entrance. He looked so casual that you were caught off guard when he made his way toward you with a smile? Your brain screamed at you, anxious when forced to make small talk to pass the time. The interaction did not turn out as unpleasant as you thought it would be.

“Funny seeing you here. Figured you only ate at high-end restaurants or something.” 

Ivar had kept a serious face at your small attempt at a joke, and before you could stop yourself, you started rambling out an apology, an old habit. He realised his muted reaction was what caused your response, making do with a needed apology

“My godfather owns the place, so I find myself here often.” 

He offered another smile, an attempt to soothe the disquiet tension, before changing the topic. He gestured to the seat across from you, asking if you were expecting anyone. He’d never been so civil with you, and honestly, you found yourself weirded out by it. 

As luck would have it, Leila’s head peaks far behind his shoulder, a confused look on her face as you waved her over. You thought the interaction would end then until Ivar approached you again after Leila left for the bathroom. It was almost cute seeing him struggle to let out his request but you were too stunned to notice even after he finally let it out. He was just as flustered as you were and before you realised it you were nodding in agreement to get coffee with him. 

“What’s the big deal? He likes you and now the question is, do you?

“What is this kindergarten?” 

You hadn’t given the situation much thought, but Hvitserk’s spying did not help, forcing your fretting mind to dwell on it further than you would have preferred. Ivar’s surprised reaction when you agreed to his request stayed fresh in your mind.  

You wouldn’t deny your attraction for the younger Lothbrok, however, something held you back from admitting it. Under his employment, your mind would roam wild at times, filled with silly scandalous plots involving a CEO and his assistant.

That was in the past when the relationship had been strictly professional. But now nothing was stopping you from living out the PG versions of some of those fantasies. Would it be weird? An assistant and her ex-boss? Maybe you were overthinking it. 

“It’s one date, Y/N”  

“Can we maybe not talk about this and just watch the movie” 

[requiemforthepoets]

instagram live & spring rolls 𖦹 LN4

part 1 of the norris family series

PAIRINGS: lando norris x wife!reader

SUMMARY: you had decided to do an instagram live as you and your four-year-old daughter, tilly, cook some spring rolls which is lando’s favorite as a surprise for him after a very hectic and chaotic triple header race.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: sorry guys, girl dad lando currently have me on choke hold so it might be a while. i’ll be writing a bunch of girl dad lando that it might be turned into a series too…lol…also pls don’t judge me, i love the french and russian language, i have always find them a very beautiful language. anyways, enjoy this one! :)

REMINDERS: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

WARNINGS: some typos, google translated french and russian, a hint of reader being french-russian, and multicultural household (let me know if i missed any)

“Alright Tilly, ready to go live?” You asked. “Prêt, mon amour?” (Ready, my love?)

She nodded enthusiastically, her soft curls bouncing. “Oui, maman!”

The kitchen was bright and natural, the afternoon sun was casting soft shadows on the countertop. You smiled as you set up your phone to start the Instagram live. Thylane, or Tilly as you all affectionately called her, was standing on her step stool, with her little apron tied securely around her waist. She was really eager, her small hands already reaching for the ingredients laid out in front of her.

“D'accord, bébé, es-tu prêt à faire le plat préféré de papa?” (All right, baby, are you ready to make daddy’s favorite food?) you asked her in French, a playful smile on your face.

Thylane nodded enthusiastically, her curls bouncing as she responded, “oui, maman! Rouleaux de printemps frits!” (Yes, mom! Fried spring rolls!) her pronunciation was adorable, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly.

As the live started, a wave of comments flooded the screen, fans excited to see you and Thylane in the kitchen. You greeted everyone, switching seamlessly between languages as you spoke to the viewers and to your daughter.

“Salut tout le monde! Hi everyone!” You greeted, smiling. “Today, Tilly and I are making some spring rolls for Lando, who’s gonna be coming home soon. He loves them, so we thought it’d be a fun little surprise.” you explained, smiling at the camera.

Thylane clapped her hands, bouncing on her stool. “Spring rolls for papa!” she echoed, her excitement contagious.

“Let’s get started!” Thylane was already picking at the wrappers, her concentration focused as you gave her instructions in Russian. “Solntse, voz’mi risovuyu bumagu i polozhi yeyo v vodu,” (Little sun, take the rice paper and put it in the water.) you said gently, and without hesitation, Thylane repeated the action, dipping the rice paper into the bowl of water with a little giggle.

“Parfait, Tilly! Bien joué!” (Perfect, Tilly! Good job!) you encouraged, the fans can hear the pride and love in your voice. You ruffled her hair and kissed her cheeks. “You’re getting better every time, mon chou!” She beamed, clearly enjoying the praise and the chance to help.

A few questions popped up on the screen, asking about the recipe, Lando, and Thylane. You read them out loud as you answered, all while guiding Thylane through the next step.

“Thylane speaks three languages; French, Russian, and English. She switches languages like it’s nothing, and the fact that she can hold a conversation with each language at a young age, always amazes us.” You chuckled, your hand steady as you showed Thylane how to place the vegetables on the softened rice paper. “And yes, Lando loves spring rolls. We usually make them together, but today, it’s just me and Tilly. Right, ma petite chef?”

Thylane beamed up at you, nodding as she concentrated on rolling up the filling. “Je suis une chef, maman!” (I’m a chef, mom!) she declared proudly, making you chuckle.

“Oui, tu es la meilleure chef,” (yes, you’re the best chef) you responded warmly, watching her tiny hands carefully fold the sides of the wrapper.

“What is Tilly’s full name?” You read a question, “Tili, moya lyubov’, kto-to sprosil, kak tebya zovut. Khochesh’ sama im skazat’?” (Tilly, my love, somebody asked what your name is. Would you like to tell them?)

Thylane nodded, “Menya zovut Tilan Francheska Norris, mne chetyre goda.” (My name is Thylane Francesca Norris and I am four years old.) She held up four fingers, indicating her age. “Mama skazala mne, chto moye imya oznachayet ‘malen’kaya dikaya orkhideya’, potomu chto ya—krasivyy tsvetok.” (Mommy told me that my name means little wild orchid because I am a beautiful flower.)

You smiled proudly, “da ty, samaya krasivaya iz vsekh!” (Yes you are, the most beautiful of them all!) then you move onto the next question.

“Is Tilly good at cooking as she is at being adorable?” You read again a new question with a grin. You looked down at her, she was concentrating hard on her spring roll. “What do you think, Tilly? Are you a good cook?”

Thylane giggled, her cheeks puffing up with pride. “I am! I am! Look!” She held up her somewhat lopsided spring roll, which was more squished than rolled.

You laughed softly, patting her head. “Oh? That looks…interesting, ma cherie! But it’s okay, we’ll keep practicing.”

The comments kept rolling in, some of them making you laugh. One asked if Thylane was already better at cooking than Lando. You grinned at the camera, “well, I think Tilly might have him beat, don’t you think?” Thylane giggled at that, clearly enjoying the attention.

As the two of you continued to make the spring rolls, you spoke softly to Thylane in Russian again. “Kogda papa pridet domoy, on budet tak udivalen.” (When papa comes home, he will be surprised.)

Her eyes lit up, and she nodded excitedly. "Da, on budet schastliv!" (Yes, he will be happy!)

You returned your attention to the live viewers, showing them the progress of your spring rolls. “We’re almost done here. Look at how perfect these rolls are! Tilly is such a pro, guys!”

Once all the spring rolls were ready, you moved over to the stove to start frying them. Thylane stood beside you, watching closely. She was too small to help with the cooking part, but she stayed engaged, her eyes wide with curiosity as the rolls sizzled in the pan.

When the spring rolls were done and cooling on the counter, you checked the time. Lando would be home any minute now. “Alright everyone, that’s it for today! Thanks for hanging out with us and we’ll see you again next time, we’ll try and cook new food again with you. We hope that Lando will like his little surprise, right Tilly?”

Thylane nodded eagerly. “Au revoir, tout le monde!” (Goodbye, everyone!) She said as she waved cutely to the camera.

As you ended the live, you cleaned up quickly with Thylane’s help, just as you heard the keys jiggling on the front door. You exchanged a knowing look with Thylane, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Lando walked in through the door, looking exhausted but very happy to be home. His eyes lit up as soon as he saw you and Thylane, but then he sniffed the air, a smell that is very familiar to him and his smile widening.

“Is that…spring rolls?” He asked, voice laced with surprise and full delight.

“Yup, you’re favorite.” You replied smiling, as Thylane ran up to him, jumping into Lando’s arms, and quickly carried her. “We made them for you, papa! Surprise!”

Lando laughed, tickling Thylane softly and kissing her cheek, then pecking you softly on the lips as you walked over to him. “You two are the best. I didn’t expect this at all.”

“We thought you deserved a little treat after the triple header.” You smiled, gesturing towards the plate of spring rolls on the counter.

His eyes softened as he looked at you, his gratitude evident. “Thank you, both of you. These really look amazing, my love.” Lando paused, turning to Thylane with a grin. “Did you help, my little chef?”

“Oui, papa!” Thylane said proudly, switching languages as easily as you did.

Lando gave you a playful look, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’m going to need to keep up with you two and your languages,” he teased, making you laugh.

The three of you sat down to enjoy the spring rolls, with Lando praising Thylane with every bite, and Thylane feeding him one. “I think you might just be the best chef in the house, Tilly!” He said between mouthfuls, and Thylane giggled happily.

As you watch them together, you can’t help but feel a surge of warmth and contentment. It was these kinds of sweet and simple moments that made everything perfect and worth it. You wouldn’t trade this moment for anything in this world.

[toad-in-a-trenchcoat]

It’s midnight~

[stealinghoneyfrombees]

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[quintusenniusfidelis]

[arianna-irwynarn]

This is one of the best Bob's burgers episodes.

The songs to this two parter is just the best! Especially the end song "twinkley lights." not only is it catchy as hell but it also talks about equality and how we are all lights ^^

[starfall-isle]

Hi I’d like to personally thank the Christmas special for singlehandedly making my entire month better

[grumpycottonball]

And when they want to tell us that we're all wrong I'm here to tell you that we're all bright.