#of course babe blames the cat

[salmonpancakes-blog]

The curse of counterfeiting

[mrsmnsn]

My valentine

Summary: You and your best friend found a way to get away from all the valentine’s day by doing your own program. But, being alone for a long time only meant you two were horny and needy for affection.

wc: 3.3k (i got a little excited writing it, sorry)

warnings: friends to lovers; smut!!! +18 please (you’re responsible for yourself babe, but i warned you); fluff; masturbation (m!reciving); inexperienced!femreader. Tell if something is missing.

authors note: I know i’m a little late with valentines thing but i couldn’t help myself. I really liked the result and i hope you do too. It’s a new thing writing smutty things but i hope it’s not terrible. <3

*update*- i just posted a part two!

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It was valentine’s day and you felt like you were the loneliest person in the world. Everyone was with their partners when you were all by yourself. Of course you were being dramatic but you were tired of having to pretend that it was okay to be single because you don’t needed a boy to make you happy. But you wanted to.

The same thing happened to your best friend. Eddie was all by himself. He was never the guy the girls would die for. They were too scared to see how pretty he was. But he also had been feeling kind of alone. He would walk in the market and see all the decorations he hated so much. Not only in school, everywhere, people would be all over each other. He always hated valentine’s day but he never knew that was because of his jealousy and would always blame in the capitalism and its ways to persuade people.

As you both would be alone, to distract you from thinking about couples making out, you created your own thing. You would go at each other’s house to watch movies together, eat junk food and talk about stuff. For two years you’ve been doing this and this year was your time being a host. At this time, you got lucky your parents weren’t home for the week. In the first year, you brought Eddie home and your mom kept asking non stop questions about him and how did you finally realized you were made for each other.

“You’re late.” You opened the door for him, taking the boxes off his hands.

“I’m sorry my lady, is my butler work not good enough for you?” He said in a english accent mocking you. “There was a lot of people ordering pizzas too. They copied our idea.”

“Fine. I just took the cookies out of the oven.” You pointed to the baking sheet “What movies did you pick?”

“Well, let’s see.There is the movie you asked for with the cats”

“Did you take the right one? Or just some movie about a cat?”

“Is the Disney one, right? The Aristocats? I got this one, nightmare on elm street and fast times at ridgemont high.” Eddie only took this last one because Steve said ’there’s some very interesting scenes about a girl, if you know what i mean’. Of course Eddie knew the girl’s titties would show up, he’d never watched it because he thought it would be a shitty movie. “If i want to see boobs i’ll just watch porn or i’ll buy a magazine” he would say. But he really thought about it and that would be the only way to make you watch something like that with him.

Once he asked if girls watched porn and you just ignored the question. He wanted to see your reaction and he knew you would never watch something like that, let alone with a guy. It would be the closest thing to porn you’d watch.

Also it was a secret to no one that he had a little massive crush on you. Maybe it was a secret only for you. Eddie don’t even know when did it started. One day you were just a girl who he was friends with but suddenly you were much more then that. You were hot, interesting, cute, smart and he couldn’t help but be enamored with you. But he never did anything to change that, to afraid of making you run away from him. To him, in that situation, your relationship as friends was more important. He wouldn’t stand to lose you. So he buried his feelings deep down and pretended it that never happened.

“Eddie it’s not Halloween. We’re not watching that, you know i can’t sleep afterwards.”

“Alright, no horror movies” He discarded the movie

“So is gonna be aristocats and this other movie. Is this even good? I never saw it.” Of course you saw it. Since Dustin told you guys his girlfriend was a hotter version of Phoebe Cates you had to. You scolded him after.

“It was on the recommendation board so we’ll have to trust in that”

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Eddie had never seen the Disney movie before. It was for kids but you always loved it since you were a little kid. And if you loved, he’d watch it for you (he would not admit but he loved it too). There you were in the second movie. You had seen it two years ago so you were focused on the movie. But with that, you forgot about the boobs

“Oh…” Your cheeks got red. Seeing that by yourself was ok. But right by Eddie’s side, you got embarrassed and tried not to look at the tv in front of you. In the meantime, he was looking at you to see your reaction.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know that would happen” He said trying to sound like he was surprised

“Don’t worry, i see this every day.”

Eddie didn’t payed attention in the movie anymore. Were you talking about porn?

When the movie ended you went to bed and Eddie came with you. Being friends for a long time made you so accustomed to be around each other that now you would insist that he would sleep with you in your bed and not on the couch.

He would not sleep if he kept the question to himself. He had to ask.

“Good night Eds. Thanks for today. It was really nice!”

“Sure sweetheart, i had a good time too!”

And the place got quiet. It was now or never.

“Hey… can i ask you something?”

You just hummed

“Well… Earlier, when we were watching the movie you said that you would see it everyday when we saw the girl’s titties. With that do you… you know, d’ya mean you see boobs everyday in like, porn?”

“What? Why would you say that?” You said looking at his face even though the room was dark

“I don’t know why it just came in my head like, come on!”

“Eddie… i’m a girl. I see them everyday because i have them. Just like every woman. Go sleep, will ya.”

Eddie don’t know if that make it better or worse. Not that he didn’t know you had boobs. Of course you had. But now, you had boobs, you’d watch them and everything came to Eddie as a movie. Or as a dream in witch it really did. Right by your side, in your bed, in your house. Eddie had a wet dream about you. I wasn’t the first time. But it was in you house, close to you. Till then, he was sleeping and his mind was working on making him hard by the images of you touching your boobs while you were fucked by him.

You had woken up first, not realizing his morning wood, you went to the bathroom, then to the kitchen to take a glass of water and came back. But now he’d moved and, in his sweatpants, his “situation” was pretty obvious.

That scared the shit out of you. What would you do? Should you go back to sleep? Or try to pretend you never saw it. You weren’t a boy, but that seemed to be very uncomfortable. Suddenly you got hot. Seeing his dick poking out in his pants, his bare torso shown by his shirt that was lifted up. His wild hair that framed his face. Of course you knew you had feelings for Eddie, but you never did anything to let him know. It was a secret only for you and you only. You couldn’t do anything about your best friend. Even if he had a boner and got you all worked up.

He started to move around and to wake up when he saw you sitting on the bed and looking at the ceiling. Before saying anything he felt it. “Holy fuck!” that’s what he thought. He started to panic. Did you saw it. Would he be fast enough to run to the bathroom and try to work on it. “No, you shithead, you can’t jerk in her bathroom”

You realize his movements and looked at him. You knew that he knew you knew. Now the blanket were covering him.

“Mornin” He said casually and you nodded you head, trying not to lend your eyes on his cock to see if you could still see his bulge. “You saw it, right?”

“Saw what? I-I just woke up!” You said a little to fast “I mean, i barely opened my eyes and- yeah, i saw it.” you stopped when you saw his expressions getting amused. If you already saw it, there wasn’t a reason to be concerned anymore.

“Don’t worry, that happens sometimes” he said as if he didn’t have any dreams. It was just normal

“What? Out of nowhere?”

“Yeah, sort of…” He said remembering you in his dream and resisting the urge to touch his cock

“Can’t you like, turn it off or something”

He laughed at you face. You were getting more and more uncomfortable and in the same time, a bit horny. “It’s not like the tv we watched last night. You can’t turn it off.”

“But…” You saw his face. He was looking at you “I don’t get it”

“Well, i don’t know how to explain it” He tried to sound confident about it “It’s like when your nipples get hard when you women get cold. It not a thing you control” That part was true. He couldn’t control his dick or his mind so he wouldn’t find you attractive.

“But it seems to be painful” You said looking at him getting up.

“It is a little. I’ll go to the bathroom to try to ‘turn it off’” He said giggling

“Wait Eddie!” He turned to you and now you could see how big he was. Even with his pants, it was visible. “You don’t have to do it by yourself. Can i do something? Like, can i help you?”

Eddie froze in place. He would go take a cold shower and have thoughts about random things that wasn’t you. He was not going to masturbate in there. Was he still dreaming?

“Sorry! Oh i’m so so sorry. I don’t know what i was thinking about” You regret when you saw how his face got to serious.

“No no no. Don’t be sorry. I’m just surprised, that’s all.” He sat again looking at you cover your face “I mean, we’re friends. Last time i checked, friends don’t usually give a handy to other friends.”

“I’m so fucking stupid and embarrassingly alone that i let this stupid date get in my mind. I don’t know…”

“Were you willing to do it? For real?” He was really curious to know if you would jerk him off. That had to mean something, right?

“I’m sorry, it’s fucking crazy!” Hugging your knees, you looked at him and forced your arms to open

“Come on, don’t be so harsh. Were you?”

You nodded to scared of his reactions to your horny attitudes

“I thought you were virgin and said you were inexperienced in everything”

“It can’t be that hard” You whispered and looked at his eyes. Those pleading eyes that were begging to go back in time but were just reassuring Eddie that the shower would not ‘turn it off’ anymore.

“What if i said i wanted you to do it, huh? Would that be to weird?”

Now it was your turn to be shocked. Now he was asking you to do it. Was it to weird? Maybe a little, but only because you never did it before and because it was your best friend.

“I don’t know Eddie… I think you just as crazy as me” He laughed at that

“I might be a little. But it’s a good thing” You were feeling more comfortable now. It was your Eddie again and not some guy you had a crush on. “I know what you’re thinking. But, don’t you think i never wondered how would it be to kiss you? You are the most amazing friend i could have and with that comes this feeling too. But i don’t want to lose you. You’re to important for me”

“You too. Honestly i’d be lost without you. But i also wonder how would it be, you know…”

You kept looking at him and he did the same. You were making sure that it was the right thing to do. The he closed the gap between you two. Bodies bonding and connecting to each other. Your lips were so soft. Eddie was sure he was in his dream now. His hands that before was holding your face, now went to your back, caressing your waist. And your hands ran from his shoulders to his hair, tugging some locks of it and making him groan.

Things heated up and he pulled you to his lap. His bulge was now touching your crotch. With his hands on your waist, he took advantage of that and encouraged you to move back and forth making you feel so good. The friction was perfect. His lips were perfect. The way he was kissing you like he waited his whole life for it. Separating to breathe, you leaned on him, your foreheads touching, but your movements continued slightly.

“For a very inexperienced girl, you’re a hell of a kisser. Damn, are you sure you’re telling the truth?” He said panting with his eyes closed and his lips curled to a smile. You smiled back

“Yeah, i assure you. Don’t make me feel like i’m too good though. I’m gonna get too cocky.”

“Tell that to him” He pressed you down on him and, once again, you felt his hard dick. ‘How can it be so hard?’ you thought

“Can i take of your pants?” you asked a little scared

“Sure thing, sweetheart” He was smiley. He helped you to take it off and wow. You were a little shocked. It was big. You thought about it for a second and you honestly thought he was not average.

“Can i say something too?” He nodded while he pulled you back to him. “I don’t know what you’re thinking right now but i just wanted to tell you so you don’t have any expectations. I don’t even know if you have any-” You were talking super fast, Eddie had to shut you up with a kiss. “Sorry. I was saying that, i think i still need some time, you know, if you want to have actual sex.”

“It’s alright. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to here”

“But i really wanted to do this. To help you here.” You said running your hand from his chest to his lower belly and his cock twitched. You wasn’t expecting that to happen “Is this normal” He nodded and giggled

“Are you sure you want to do it? You know, i’m not proud to say it, but have jerked off before. Plenty of times actually. If you’re not comfortable doing it, it’s not a problem for me to do it by myself.” It was melting your heart in the way he was talking to you. Caring about you.

“Yes i am! I’m just… insecure about it. I don’t know how to-.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll show you how, alright?” It was you time to nod you head. “A’right then. First thing, we need it to be wet, so you’ll have to spit on you hand.”

You hesitated but gathered a good amount of saliva on your mouth and spited on your hand.

“That’s right. Very good. Now you can wrap your hand around it” You just didn’t know where to. Was he talking about the tip or the base. You went for the tip.

Groaning low, he cleared his throat “Good girl. Now you can just make some circles around the tip and then go down.” You did what you were told to and that seemed to work. Your foreheads, that were glued to this time, separated a little before he came back. Both of you looking at your hand moving around his red tip leaking pre cum.

“Is that normal?”

“It means it’s fucking good” Even his voice changed. It was getting rougher and lower.

“Can you guide me a little. I’m scared i’ll squeeze you too hard” you said and his hand wrapped around yours.

“Don’t be afraid. It’s better when is tight. I’ll let you know if it’s to much” He let you do it by yourself when you got the right rhythm and grip.

Your hand were moving tightly up and down. You didn’t know if it was there before, you didn’t notice because you were to focus, but his hands were squeezing your tights hard. You could feel your panties getting soaked. How come you were excited by jerking him off.

More of the liquid you saw before came out and you ran your thumb over it. He let out a moan that rambled inside you body.

“Can you, please, go a little faster than that” And that’s what you did. The moan you heard was the first of many others that came along. You had gathered, again, more saliva and thought that it would be nice to be even wetter than it was. So you separated a little from him, looking at his confused eyes trying to read you. You separated enough to bend down and to spit on it again, looking at his eyes roll back, throwing his head back. You came back to your position, proud that you did something good without him telling you.

Your movements got faster than before and he, restless panting, kissed you. You wanted to make him cum hard. So you separated the kiss, kept up the speed, flashing him your boobs. That was the final push for Eddie.

The way he grabbed you and moan at your ear was insanely hot. You watched ropes of cum come of his dick. Your hand were now with white and sticky cum.

“Holy fucking shit!” He panted for the last time and let go of his grip on you. “Are you really sure you’re inexperienced?”

“I might’ve heard some advice about it from some friends” You said getting out of his lap, but he stopped you

“Where are you going?”

“I’ve been up here for a while, i don’t want to hurt your legs. Besides, my hand is a little dirty.” He laughed a little

“Let’s clean up and come back here then.”

That’s what you did. When you came back, he pulled you to his chest and you started to talk.

“You know, i got hard because i had a wet dream about you. Probably because of the movie. But you were in a bikini like hers and, well… you know the rest.”

“Really? What a perv.” You laughed together. You couldn’t be more happy to let this felling out of your chest. You didn’t know for how long you could keep that from him.

“What i mean is that, i really hope you don’t think that i’m doing this just because i was hard and you were there to help. I like you, not in a friend way and, if you let me, i would like to make you my girlfriend one day, if you want. For real. Take you out to dates, stay together doing whatever the shit we’ll want, give you things that i know you will love. This kinda shit.”

“If you want to, i would love to be your girlfriend. And all of the things you mentioned. Well… you know, you already do all of that. The sex is new though.”

He laughed and kissed you passionately

“Great. Now, you’ll get see how much fun we’re gonna have” You spent the rest of your valentine’s day like this. Laughing and kissing each other.

[hotheadedhero]

*peeks in here*

*walks away to check if you do bayverse*

*return*

The bay bois getting an s/o who will occasionally will randomly be cuddling and then... *Affectionate bite* then letting go and telling them they love them.

AN: As an affectionate biter myself, I gotcha babes ;)

Affectionate Biting

Bay Turtles x Reader

Warnings: very mildly suggestive, an insomniac trying to grammar <3

Leonardo

The first time you oh-so casually bit him and smiled afterwards as if it was nothing had him going for a spin. Confused is the prominent word to describe how he was feeling at the time. The action was just so unprompted. He couldn't figure out why you felt the need to do something like that, nor how it could be seen as an act of love.

He's learnt over time that it's an unavoidable urge for you. There's nothing you can do about it. You just have to bite him for whatever reason you deem necessary. Leo is all too aware of this by now and may or may not use it to his advantage.

"For every hour we're out tonight, I'll give you a free bite. No questions asked, okay?"

These are terms you can comply with. He knows how much you miss him when he's gone, so setting up this ultimatum is an effective way of letting him go on patrol more easily.

Raphael

Being with you has involved its fair share of revelations and discoveries. There's at least a handful of things he's become savvy to whilst being with you but the random biting is one of the more bizarre ones.

Actions speak louder than words and they always mean the most to him but biting? What's up with that? Humans are weird. That's the conclusion he's come to. Even now in this very moment, you've taken a hold of his wrist whilst curled up in bed together.

"What are you, a cat or something? Quit it."

Of course, he's only joking. It's just so he can see your tongue poke out and your nose scrunch up in the cute way he likes. Even if he did seriously mean for you to stop, he doubts you would. You live by your own rules when it comes to these things. And, sure, you can bite him if you like. Just as long as you expect to get bitten back.

Donatello

It may catch him by surprise from time to time but only because you do it in the most random of situations. Whilst he's working away and you're sitting in his lap, you'll just latch onto the closest part of him you can access. He might jump if he's in the zone but it's never an issue.

Regardless of it being a problem or not, you've had your own curiosities about why you have such a primal impulse to chomp down on your boyfriend. Luckily, Donnie being as knowledgeable as ever has the answers.

"... the desire to pseudo-bite or squeeze anything we find extremely cute is actually a neurochemical reaction. 'Cute aggression' isn't motivated by vicious intent. Instead, scientists think-"

He halts on his words, blinks out of his matter-of-fact mode, and gazes down at you. All the while, you have his forearm locked between your teeth. Your attempt to smile coyly against his skin is adorable, and he smiles back before continuing his explanation.

Michelangelo

He won't ask any questions. In all honesty, he loves it. Although, there might have been a bit of a misunderstanding the first couple of times you went to take a nip at him. Let's just say he thought you were trying to get him in the mood. Can't blame a guy for assuming his lover is a little freaky in the sheets.

Having such a strong force overcome you is something he understands, though. It's like him when it comes to pulling a fast one over his brothers. You can bite him whenever you want to if that's what you feel you need to do. Even if you turned into a zombie, he'd still let you.

"And then we could be like, zombie lovers roaming the streets together."

Mikey holds his arms out, hands dangling as he playfully groans like the undead. You aren't entirely sure how the conversation developed like that but it's cute nonetheless. Hey, he's just being honest. He loves you that much.

[love-belle]

u dumbfuck i adore u !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which they're secretly together and one comment leads to the grand reveal.

or

for when you find out that it'll always be them. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

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warnings - language

author's note - max's version!!!!!! i hope u like it <3 charles' version coming soon!!!!!! thank u sm for reading, i love you <3

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[slut4msby]

work wife. sawamura daichi x reader

+ tags & warnings; slightly suggestive towards the end if u like really squint & not proofread :p

+ a/n; i think as a society we should stop sleeping on daichi because like LOOK AT HIM (writing this makes me think i just have a thing for hq captains.)

“Hey Babe, who’s texting you? Your phones like blowing up.” You ask your husband who is standing in the kitchen as he prepares a snack for the two of you. 

“Hm? Probably Suga or something. Just check.” He states. You follow his instructions, picking up his phone to see the notifications. His background is a photo of the two of you on your honeymoon, it was his favourite photo of the two of you. Constantly showing it off to everyone, bragging about how lucky it is. “So… who is it?” 

“Someone called, ‘Tsutsui Yasu’. Who’s that, Daichi?” 

Your husband can’t help but roll his eyes at the name. “That woman from work. The one who keeps calling herself my ‘work wife’. The one that will never leave me alone, you know?”

“Oh her.” You giggle, “didn’t realise she was THIS obsessed with you. Can’t really blame her though. You look REALLY good in your work uniform, Dai.”

“I thought I always looked good, Y/N.” He teases, resuming to his seat next to you on the couch. You can’t help but roll your eyes at his comment. “What’s she saying?” He asked taking a bite of his sandwich.

“She sent you a video of some cats and just said ‘us lol’.” You explained, “and then she sent some more stupid posts and stuff.”

“God, I never open any of those. They are always so stupid. I only like stupid posts when they come from you, princess.” He says in between bites.

“Hey Dai, can I come visit you for lunch at work tomorrow. I want to meet my replacement, your ‘work wife’.” You say before picking up the sandwich your husband had made you.

“Of course, I'd never say no to that.”

The next morning you begin packing Daichi’s lunch for him, an assortment of his favourite foods. As the clock hits 12, you decide to head over to the station where Daichi works. As you walk in you see an assortment of people walking around looking busy, you decide to stand off to the side and text your husband upon your arrival. 

As you face down at your phone, you hear someone approach you. Slowly looking up at making eye contact at a shorter woman, a hand on her hip. “Can I help you?” She asked a seamlessly innocent question but the tone was laced with a taste of bitterness. Before you could answer you see the familiar sight of your husband approaching the two of you. Daichi was giving you a look, telepathically telling you to not say or do anything stupid. As his footsteps got louder, the woman in front of you snapped her head around to look at your husband. “Sawamura-kun! Hey.” She smiles, a drastic contrast to the look she was giving you.

“Oh hey, Tsutsui-san.” He says before turning to you, “hey baby.”

The sentence confused Tsutsui, before she could react you pull your husband in for a hug. “Hey Dai,” you mutter into his chest, “I brought lunch.” You smiled looking up at him.

“Oh, Daichi-san? Who’s this?” Tsutsui asks, looking towards your husband completely shutting out your presence.

“This is my wife, Y/N.” He proudly responds.

“Hey, I am Sawamura Y/N.” You say with a fake smile plastered over your face, putting a hand out for Tsutsui which she ignores.

“Tsutsui Yasu. Daichi’s work wife.” She states bluntly.

“Oh! I have heard about you! Are you the Tsutsui Yasu who wont stop blowing up my husband's phone every night? The one my husband shows complete disinterest in and keeps following him around like a lost puppy. The Tsutsui who doesn’t stop referring to herself as my husband's work wife, despite his discomfort. And despite the ring he wears on his finger, that Tsutsui right?”

The conversation drops silent. The tension in the air grows strong. Daichi shifts uncomfortably between the two of you, glancing at the both of you. 

Tsutsu was taken aback by your directness, stammers “I-I… well, Daichi and I have a great working relationship! We just joke around, you know?”

“Y/N.” Daichi says sternly, “let’s just go have some lunch-”

“Listen Dai, I love you and we can go eat in a second.” You cut him off, Daichi was amazed by your new found dominance, he was used to you being a nice, caring and loving partner. But he liked it, he liked how you weren’t afraid to fight for him in the moment. Daichi always cared too much about how other people viewed him and would never say something to hurt another person, he could never find the guts to tell Tsutsui to stop caring too much about her emotions. Daichi was a people pleaser. 

By this time, you werent; letting anyone undermine your relationship. You fix your gaze firmly on Tsutsui, your tone unwavering. "Tsutsui-san, it's about time you understand boundaries. Daichi is my husband, and your 'work wife' fantasy isn't something he's interested in."

Daichi looks at you with a mixture of surprise and admiration, silently appreciating your assertiveness. Tsutsui, however, seems taken aback by the direct confrontation.

You continue, "I get it, Daichi is friendly with everyone at work, but your constant intrusion into our personal life's crosses a line. We're here to enjoy lunch, not to entertain your fixation on being his 'work wife.'"

Tsutsui was lost for words. Not knowing how to apply to your directness. 

Daichi steps in, his tone firm, "Tsutsui-san, I appreciate your friendship at work, but Y/N is my priority. Please respect that."

“Let’s go, Dai.” You say walking off, leaving a dumbfounded Tsutsui standing there. Daichi trails behind you.

“That was hot, princess.” Daichi says placing a kiss on your forehead once the two of you reach your car. 

“Mhm, I like fighting for what’s mine.” You murmured against his lips, before he pulled you closer. 

A playful glint sparkles in Daichi's eyes as he holds you close. "You should do it more often," he says, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

“Maybe I will.”

©slut4msby.

[crazy-only]

the grid meeting your parents ! (fluff)

pairing: f1driver (hamilton, norris, piastri, russell, tsunoda, verstappen) x reader

premise: how six f1 drivers would interact with your parents ! (fluff, fluff, fluff, and more fluff)

preface: YOU GUYS ARE SO SWEET AHHHH like seriously i don’t understand how im getting this much love just writing my horny/love-deprived thoughts but nonetheless i’m close to tears ╥﹏╥ thank you !! anyways who should i write for next ? a pt. 2 with the other drivers ? enjoy <3

hamilton

babe would be experienced with this, know all the right things to say, and when to just nod and pretend like he agrees with your parents. even though he’s been through the same motions of ‘meeting the parents’ a few times before, he knows you’re the right one for him, so lewis will take this opportunity seriously.

that means bringing bags of designer clothes, perhaps a watch for the dad, and, of course, an expensive bottle of wine (he still hasn’t disclosed the price to you (｡ŏ_ŏ)). your boy’s classy and will match his attire to yours. and maybe get your mom to crush a bit on your mans as well. but don’t worry, boy is loyal!

✦✦✦✦

norris

aww i think bby acts confident about these sorts of things in front of friends, but when it’s just the two of you, he shrivels in your lap, anxious at the mere thought of meeting your parents.

he doesn’t want it to go wrong! he needs you for the rest of his life, so he spends days before the actual event asking you what your parents’ interests are, things they would ask on the big day—lando panics big time. and on the day he actually meets the parents, he realizes it was all worth it, because now he can spend the rest of his life with you! (*ˇωˇ*)

✦✦✦✦

piastri

okay this boy knows his personality is special. he knows he can’t exactly be as straightforward as he would prefer to be because there’s a big chance your parents would take it the wrong way. so, as he gauges your parents’ tolerances to sarcasm, jokes, etc., he grows more confident. at first, baby will be quiet, but with time you’ll be dragging oscar away from your parents just because they can’t stop talking so much!

✦✦✦✦

russell

similar to hamilton, this man is ✧classy✧ and makes sure it seems that way. whether it’s a casual dinner or a barbecue, george dresses up in a suit, all pretty, because he wants your parents to know he’s serious! don’t take him wrong though, he’s not afraid to get on his knees to help your parents out. sink is broken? baby is inside the cabinet fixing the faucet as we speak. need more charcoal? he’s already gone back to the gas station to pick a bag up (he’s an f1 driver, i mean what’d you expect?). and don’t worry about if your parents approved of him or not, he’s got ‘em asking when he’s coming back!

✦✦✦✦

tsunoda

aw yuki would be so shy meeting your parents. his relationship with them would be more sweet than anything. less chatting, more jokes! if he burnt the dinner he was supposed to cook for your parents (low chances, but bear with me), yuki would be close to tears. he takes it very seriously!

thankfully your family would laugh it off, and yuki would start laughing as well. if the power went out, jokes would float around the dark room and your parents would see how much he cares about you as he grabs blankets and tea for you. (≧﹏ ≦)

✦✦✦✦

verstappen

baby could simply care less about your parents. all he wants at the end of the day is to be with you. his heart only wants you! how can you blame him? ( > < ) for this reason he tolerates your parents. if they happen to be nice, then he’ll get along great! if they’re not his style, he’ll still pretend like they saved his cats from a near-death experience (eating the wrong cat food).

as long as he has you, max can meet a hundred sets of rude parents and still be happy. <3

[f6bron]

delicate who?

pairing : badboy!iso x soft!gn!reader

notes : established relationship (this is after they started dating), bad boy x sunshine trope, fluff fluff fluff >.<

Iso arrived at the front of your house, being extra mindful not to rev his bike too much. The last thing he needed was for your parents to come out and give him grief. Not that he minded particularly, but he had to be on his best behaviour in front of his future in-laws. 

After all, he wanted to make a good impression. 

He put up his helmet visor, still sitting on his bike, and texted you.

Yuyu 🐼 : I'm waiting outside, sweetheart.

Five minutes later...

Yuyu 🐼 : Babe?

Y/N: I'm still choosing which shoes to wear!!!

Iso chuckled to himself, shaking his head. What would you do without him, huh? 

Without a second thought, he removed his helmet, setting it down carefully on the seat. He then walked up to your front porch, the wooden steps creaking slightly under his heavy combat boots. Just as he was about to knock on the door, it swung open, revealing the ever-adorable you, perched in front of him with an excited grin.

“Yuyu!” you squealed, throwing your arms around him in a tight hug. The faint smell of cigarette smoke still clung to his leather jacket, mixing with the scent of your floral perfume. It was a comforting and familiar combination.

You stepped back, biting your lip as you gestured to your feet. “I don’t know what shoes to wear…”

“And that’s why I’m here to save the day, baby,” Iso said, giving your cheek a light pinch, causing you to let out a tiny squeak.

He stepped into the hallway, his eyes scanning through the assortment of shoes lined up by the door. After a moment of consideration, he picked out a pair of white sneakers. “These suit your outfit best. Plus, we don’t want your feet to hurt tonight, do we?” He knelt in front of you, gently guiding your foot into the shoe.

You shook your head, watching as he tied the laces with practised ease. You giggled softly when he gently patted your thighs. “Alright, let’s get going.”

“Did you bring my helmet?” you asked, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Of course, the one with cat ears on em’,” he replied with a smile, retrieving the helmet from his bike.

Arrived at the club

Iso's palm, which was resting on the small of your back, moved to grip your waist instinctively as you both entered the crowded and noisy venue. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, perfume, and alcohol. The music pulsed through the room, a steady thump-thump-thump that you could feel in your bones. Iso led you further into the club, your eyes darting around as you tried to spot familiar faces. Knowing it was your first time at a club, he wanted to ensure you were comfortable and happy. But as he leaned in to take a closer look at your face, he realised he might not need to worry so much.

You looked up at him, eyes wide and doe-like. “What?”

“Nothing,” Iso said, trying to hold in his chuckle. “You look beautiful tonight. Beautiful as ever.”

You blushed, a rosy hue spreading across your cheeks, which earned a soft smile from him. Then, you heard a familiar voice.

“It’s about time!”

Iso perked up, recognizing the happy voice of Gekko, who was walking towards you both.

“Gekko!” you squealed, quickly moving to hug the taller guy. The embrace was warm and filled with the excitement of friends reuniting.

“Hey, sweets! Looking pretty as always,” Gekko said, dismissing Iso’s playful touch on your hair. “Everyone’s been waiting for y’all. Come on.”

Iso nodded, placing his hand back on the small of your back as Gekko led you to the rest of your friends. The crowd parted slightly, giving way to your group of friends huddled around a tall table.

“You hungry?” Iso asked, his voice barely audible over the din of the club.

You shook your head, fiddling with your purse. “I’m thirsty, though…”

Iso let out a tiny chuckle. “The party hasn’t even started, and you’re already thirsty?”

“I-It’s hot in here! You can’t blame me…” You stomped your foot lightly, pouting up at him. Your actions made Iso chuckle, his chest vibrating with the sound.

Iso left you with his friends whilst he went to order your drinks. He navigated the crowded bar with ease, returning a few minutes later with drinks in both hands. He saw your eyes light up at the sight of your favourite drink in his hand. The strawberry milkshake was topped with whipped cream and a cherry, just the way you liked it. 

You settled comfortably on Iso’s lap, your soft hands playing with his hair, while he caught up with his group of friends around the table. They talked and laughed over beers, the camaraderie evident in their easy banter.

One of his friends voiced out, “You won big, Iso.” discreetly mentioning you.

“Yeah, didn’t expect you to soften up like this because you know… you’ve always been, rough.”

“Heh, wouldn’t be surprised if this dude ends up with flowers around him.”

Iso rolled his eyes, tightening his arms around you, seemingly annoyed with his friends’ remarks as they bursted into laughter. 

“Shut the fuck up…”

Suddenly, you started squirming on his lap, discomfort etched on your face. The loud noise and the overwhelming crowd were starting to get to you. Iso noticed immediately, his protective instincts kicking in.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Iso asked, his voice gentle and concerned, leaning in closer to hear you over the din of the club.

“S’ loud… hurting my ears…” you mumbled, leaning into him for solace.

Iso knew he couldn’t let you stay uncomfortable any longer. He leaned back, his hand coming up to fix the hair that had fallen over your face. Iso knew he shouldn’t have brought you here; you’ve always hated loud noises and big crowds. But, sighing, he realised you were too stubborn, and Iso just couldn’t say no when it came to you. 

Whatever his sweetheart wanted, he made sure to provide.

“Can I go, pleaseeeeeee can I can I?” you had pleaded, 

“Y/N, for the last time—” Iso had started, frustration evident in his voice. But then you looked up at him with those wide, pleading doe eyes, and his resolve crumbled.

“Alright, alright. But, you gotta stay with me at all times, okay?” he had relented, his voice softening as you cupped his face, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Thanks, Yuyu ~!”

“Wanna get out of here?” he asked, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your back.

You shook your head in response, tightening your arms around his waist. “I wanna be with you…”

“Hey, hey, shh… I’ll always be with you, okay? Whatever you want, baby,” he reassured you, his lips brushing against your temple.

You didn’t respond, instead tightening your embrace, your face buried in his chest.

“Alright, how about we leave this party and go home? We can cuddle, watch your favourite movies, or… whatever you want. I’ll stay over at your house tonight.” He murmured into your ear, his calloused hands rubbing your back for comfort.

Your face lit up. “Really? Don’t you have work tomorrow—”

“It’s no big deal, yeah? Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” he assured you, his smile warm and genuine.

Iso knew he'd get an earful from his boss for coming in late tomorrow, but it is not as bad compared to the thought of leaving you at home with tearful eyes while hugging his leg, pleading him to stay,

Trust me, this is not the first time. He could handle it.

Iso nodded as an assurance, which earned small kisses all over his face from you. He chuckled, relieved that he could put a smile on your face. When both of you left, his friends couldn’t believe their eyes.

“Told you, man, he’s whipped as hell. That dude is far gone!” one of them remarked, shaking his head in disbelief.

While waiting for Iso to put on your helmet outside, you asked, “Yuyu?”

“Yeah?” he responded, looking at you with those soft eyes that made your heart flutter.

“Can we get, um… ice cream on the way back?” you asked, your voice hopeful and sweet.

“Of course, I’ll take you to your favourite place. How about that?” he replied, a smile spreading across his face.

You nodded excitedly, your eyes sparkling as he securely fastened the helmet on your head.

(A/N): badboy!iso is my muse and i will die on this hill...

delicate lilac. | masterlist.

[little-sleepy-owl]

ℍ𝕦𝕤𝕜 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣,

who is a virgin and wants him to be their first. mostly gender neutral, but there's one use of "girl/boy", coz I couldn't come up with the alternative that would fit my vision.

damn, I didn't expect I will have so much fun writing this one. for all Husker lovers out there. hope this is good <3.

warnings: not explicitly, but still smutty, daddy kink mention (have you heard Keith David's voice? there is NO way I would ignore this opportunity), biting mention.

well, he didn't expect that.

forgive him if he laughs. “really, you died a virgin? how old were you, fifteen?”

actually curious how this even happened. were you never attracted to anyone that way? or was no-one attracted to you? if so, those people were blind.

somewhat surprised you want him to be your first. are you really sure? isn't there a better candidate?

well, he is not gonna reject the offer.

he's an old-fashioned man. he might look like someone who would just drag you to his room to do the deeds, but in truth, this fellow is a hopeless romantic.

you will get a proper date. not exactly a fancy one, but very thoughtful and sweet.

a table for two right in the Hotel, some lit candles, all other patrons and staff chased away for the evening. he will dress especially nicely for you and even prepare dinner.

(it's actually ordered, but you don't need to know that.)

quiet music, slow dancing. chaste compliments, but his voice is so deep and low, tickling your ear lightly, it still feels kinda suggestive. oh, he's very smooth when he wants to be.

his hands start to wander quite quickly tho. but can you blame him? the man can only have that much patience, and it's not like you both are not aware of what it is all leading to.

just remind him to retrieve into the bedroom, or else he might go on you right at the same table you both dinned on. unless that's what you want, of course.

a king of foreplay.

he takes things slow. madly so. it's almost like he's lazy. his hands move leisurely over your heated skin, and it takes so much time for his hot, wet kisses to go down the side of your jaw and cross your neck to finally reach your collarbones.

he purrs. you don't even have to touch him, he just marvels so much when he touches you, it gets him purring non-stop.

but also, try gently caressing the base of the wings. I assure you, you've never heard those noises from him before.

he doesn't talk much, but when he does… you can't help but blush to the tips of your ears.

hot breath, voice hoarse, a quiet praise, a small chuckle. doll, babe, sweetheart, good girl/boy.

if you respond well to the last one, expect him to use the “daddy” card, too.

don't think he will do all the work. quite the opposite, actually. he will lay down and make you strangle his hips with a sly smirk on his lips.

“don't you want to choose your own pace now, hun?”

truly the lazy cat.

oh, but don't worry. If you get tired, he will take his turn too. can't have you disappointed on your first time after all.

this man has technique. he makes you feel so good so seemingly effortlessly, it's crazy.

will ask if you're okay with a bit of a biting. it's really hard to resist for him, especially on the verge of climax.

mind you, he's not finishing before you do. maybe even before you do twice.

nope, no afterglow cuddles until you drink some water and at least have a towel to get a bit cleaner. after that, he's all yours.

covers you with his wings, while tackling you close to him.

initiates a lil’ talk about everything. did you like it? was there something you'd rather him not do?

he's not insecure, he just wants to communicate properly and prefers doing it as soon as possible.

everything's fine? good.

now you know he's purring when he sleeps cuddling with someone. what a cute kitty.

[k-slla]

Like A Wrecking Ball

Gif is just to get your attention- this is not a Demon!Dean fic- I hope I won't disappoint you! 🔥🤭

A/N- had a dream yesterday, listened to THIS SONG and voilà- here you go! 🫣🤭

Pairing- Jensen x Fem!reader

Warnings - 18+ ONLY, semi-public/public fingering, hair pulling, unprotected PinV, breeding kink, dirty talk - if I missed any, let me know:)

W/C: ~1.7 | My Masterlist

Not proofread (only once, instead of my usual 5 times😅)/mistakes are mine! Enjoy!

To some, it might have seemed rude of you to steal Jensen from his party, but he for sure didn't seem too mad about it. How much small talk does one have to make on his own birthday anyway. They'll forgive him for ditching the dinner with you.

You didn't plan this night to end this way. At least not this quickly, but you only had yourself to blame for that. Hadn't you started playing footsie with him during dinner, he probably wouldn't have pulled you to the bathroom either. That's where it all went down. Or in his case, up. But you wouldn't have liked to get caught by someone, so you kept the action in there short. It would have been a thrill for sure, but having both of your parents at the party, the risk of being busted was way too high.

Now you both sat in the backseat of a taxi, panting hard between your kisses, unable to keep your hands to yourselves. Jensen's fingers slid up your thighs under your dress, where you had already drenched your panties. You had to bite hard down on your lower lip to keep your moan under control, when he slipped one finger past your lace underwear, pushing it into your cunt. You grabbed onto his wrist to stop him, even though it was the last thing you wanted to do, it would have been too hard for you to keep quiet if he'd kept going. “Please, Jensen.”

You looked into his eyes. Desire had darkened them almost black. “No, sweetheart.” He laughed at you.

“You know the order. First my fingers.” He whispered, kissing down your neck, and slipping his hand back into your underwear. His lips moved up to kiss the delicate skin under your ear. Tickling of his beard made you pull your shoulder up and squeaked lightly. You didn't let him get away with the teasing, and swiftly unzipped his dress pants, and locked your hand around his cock over the boxers.

Neither of you cared what the driver thought of you two. It was too late for that. This definitely wasn't the first time for neither of you to make out, and even more, in a taxi.

Feeling your hand in his pants, Jensen gasped. “Fuck.”

“You didn't finish telling me the order, babe. Cat got your tongue?” You teased close to his lips as you saw how hard it was for him to get a word out.

He slid his tongue past your lips, claiming what's his, and stealing your breath with the kiss. Jensen pulled his fingers out of you and settled on rubbing your clit through the thin lace cover.

“You know what's coming after my fingers.” He smiled darkly, making your imagination run wild.

Of course you knew the order. The same one he had set in the beginning of your relationship. The order always remained the same.

First he'd use his hands to make you cum on his fingers, depending on his mood, he always didn't let you finish the first round. Jensen loved to see you beg for him until you were in tears.

Then he'd take sweet sweet time to eat you out. That man loved your pussy more than breathing, and when eating you out, he was always generous, making you finish on his face for him to lap up your juices like he was saved from the desert in thirst.

And finally, after all that teasing and torture, he'd finally claim you as his and that was always the sweetest release you waited for the most. Your bodies were just made for each other, you swallowing every inch of him, Jensen always filling your cunt to the brim with his seed. Simply put, starting a family was the next big step in your lives, and both of you made sure that you'd enjoy the journey to the destination to the fullest.

You didn't know how much longer you could hold on. The drive home seemed just infinite. Suddenly Jensen pulled away from you and drew back to the opposite side of the backseat.

Your mind was completely fogged, thinking only about what was waiting for you at home. The need you had for him right now was unbearable. But you didn't have to suffer for long.

The car pulled to a stop in front of your and Jensen's home, and you tried your best to keep your composure getting out of the car. Neither of you touched each other while Jensen unlocked the door. As soon as it closed behind you, you were both at each other again, not bothering to find your way to your bedroom.

You began to quickly peel off layers from Jensen, starting with the jacket while he worked on his pants, until there was nothing left on him. You took a step back, looking up and down on him, feeling the arousal pool between your legs from hunger at the sight of his hard cock. “Jesus, how are you real....” you muttered, holding your breath. He closed the distance between you and grabbed your face into his palms, pulling you into a heated kiss, before he whispered into your ear.

“Was your dress expensive?”

“What? No.” You whispered and pulled away in confusion.

But Jensen's arms around you kept you close to his body and before you knew he had ripped open the back of your dress, making the buttons from the back of it fly across the room.

“Jensen!” You yelped, completely surprised by his action.

“What?” He laughed and his ‘not-so-innocent’ innocent laugh brought a smile to your face, too. Jensen removed your dress, leaving you only in your underwear and thigh high stockings. Running his hands over your ass, he pulled you back into him.

“Fuck, you're damn gorgeous, you know that?” His fingers locked in your hair, pulling on it and making you mewl in the pleasurable pain, moving forward slowly so you'd back into an old oak dresser decorating the hallway.

The sloppy wet kisses he left on your neck tied your tongue. “Jens- please.”

“You're thinking what I'm thinking, babe, hmm?” You knew exactly what he meant and nodded eagerly. Step number two was definitely going to be skipped tonight. Immediately he curled his thumb under your panties and pulled them down.

“Oohh, fuck..” you let out a shuddering breath when a slight coldness touched your wet pussy.

“Up.” Jensen said and helped you onto the dresser, pulling your legs open for him. He didn't waste any time and in a quick move he sheathed himself inside you. Your head fell back in silent scream and nails dug deep into his muscular shoulders. “Oh…oh, fuck...yes...” you breathed out heavily with each of his deep thrust. He picked up speed and it was harder for you to control yourself.

“Don't you hold back now, love....I want you to be heard to the end of the street..” he gently brushed away a strand from your face that had fallen out of your hairdo.

Jensen loved when you couldn't keep quiet. He just enjoyed hearing you cum, the louder the better, whether it would happen on his fingers, all over his face or on his cock with him when he fucked you. He enjoyed all you had to give to him.

You sat up, bringing Jensen's face closer to yours, kissing him hard and pulling his hair, drawing a deep groan out of him. His fingers dug deeper into hips, holding you in place for him to keep pounding harder into your pussy.

Jensen's moves and words started to clash with each other. From his moves it seemed like you were just an inanimate toy for him to rut into, but he still spoke sweetly against your lips. Showering you with affection and praises, softly caressing the rest of your body, that wasn't getting used by him.

“Fuck..love you, baby..love your little pussy..gonna put my babies into you.” his eyes were completely fixated on yours, keeping you from looking away, his moves not faltering yet. “You'll take my babies, won't you?” He breathed out harshly, thumb brushing over your plump lips.

“Yes! Please, babe..Fuck.. I'm getting closer..” you cried out. “I need…ah…” Jensen groaned deeply when he felt your pussy clenching around his cock, trying to keep him inside of you.

Without another warning, you suddenly snapped. “Oh, god, Jensen! Yes!” Your head fell onto his shoulder, completely overtaken by bliss as Jensen kept driving into you.

“You're so good for me, baby, coming on my cock just as I like it.” He gently lifted your head from his shoulder. “Aren’t you a good girl?” His green eyes looked for an answer in yours, but all you managed was to nod.

Just as you, Jensen was breathless. “I’m getting close, sweetie, but I want you cum again..with me. Can you do that?”

“Yes..” you shuddered, and bit your lips, already feeling it build inside you.

Your hands draped over his shoulders, pulling him flush against you. Jensen's nibbed on the delicate skin on your neck. It didn't take long for you to fall apart for him again. But now you were just a soundless mess, waiting for him to cum and fill you.

With a hard groan, he stopped inside you, spilling his seed into your womb. “Oh, god..I love you, Jensen..” you whispered in the crook of his neck.

He pulled away slightly to take a look at you, but your bodies stayed connected. “I love you, too.” He pressed a soft kiss on your swollen lips, relishing the taste of the little bit of gloss that was still left on your lips.

You held onto his face, not allowing him to pull away from the kiss. Although you were satisfied, very much so, the stubble under your fingers made you now miss the feeling of his tongue and his tickling beard between your legs.

“Hmm, what did you say?” You asked with a grin on your face, enjoying the confusion on his. “You're still hungry? Mm, yeah, me too..”

He started laughing and lifted you off the dresser. He tugged on your hair and a little slap landed on your ass before he turned you towards your bedroom. “Go. You know the position I want you in.”

He let go of you and you quickly went to your bedroom to wait for Jensen to follow you. Laying on the bed you let out a big sigh. You had no regrets on leaving the party, and were quite sure neither did he. Your anticipation was high when you heard him walking into the room.

The night was still not over for you.

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Hideout (4.2)

touch-starved!Nomad Steve Rogers x motel employee!Reader

Horny Teen, part two (see previous or series)

Summary: A late-summer heat wave hits you and Steve hard.

Warnings for smut (kinda unprotected sex, momentarily--guess that's dubcon to be safe--fingering, lots of foreplay things and dirty talk but Steve can't actually talk dirty, so...hot talk? IDK, gang, I 'bout died writing this. Prepare thy loins, babes). MINORS DNI. There is plenty for you to read on my Light Masterlist, but this series is not for you! WC 3.1k

A/N: This part contains a cannibalized version of the original idea for this series, but since we've developed differently to this point, it is very different.

He calls ahead. For the first time in a year of visiting, he calls ahead and knows you aren’t working the night he’ll be here.

You work in the garden as long as you can stand before hopping in a cool shower. You aren’t even wrapped in a towel when the trill of your room phone—extension 14, as Steve now knows it—blares through multiple closed doors.

He’s checked-in, and in Room Two, but no pressure, if you want, if you don’t have plans, he’s here. It is the most adorable and awkwardest conversation of all time. It also never gets old to hear him scramble for the simplest of sentiments.

Translation: I’m excited to see you.

Your heart soars then immediately stalls in the stifling weather.

“I’ll be down in a few minutes,” you chuckle.

Of course, he opens his arms for a bear hug the instant the door labeled ‘2’ swings wide. Steve has fewer troubles with platonic affection when alone, that’s for sure, but who could blame him? You’re elated he’s here under any circumstances.

Record-setting heat this late in the summer has left all the AC units taxed to the brink, running constantly, and even with the in-room thermostat set stupidly low, a tank top and shorts is too much.

This means another first: both of you, in bed, naked.

Nothing’s happened, mind, because the swelter of the day zapped energy out of every creature for miles and miles around. The ice machine can’t keep up with eight rooms and your family needing relief from the blaze. From the bright stripe of red across Steve’s cheeks and his earthy musk, he was outside plenty. He’s wiped, too.

You wonder absently when the last time he wore cologne was and what it smelled like. Perhaps he never used it. Perhaps he misses small luxuries more than he ever realized.

Steve looks on the brink of heat-stroke, so you inched yourself onto one side of the bed to start, thinking skin-to-skin contact might be unwelcome. You barely got your palms on the sheets before he pulled you to him. You did not fight it.

It’s meant to be a profound comfort—your weight atop him—and it is.

Your cheek settles on his chest, eyes watching through the sheer curtains as dusk takes over the sky, a happy man stretched like a cat beneath you, smiling, heart beat slowing in your ear. So strong, so steady, so secure.

He’s safe. He’s comfortable. That’s all that matters.

You peer up from your perch. The thin worry lines on his forehead have relaxed. He seems younger. Freedom looks good on Steve Rogers, just as good as it looks on Captain America, maybe better.

You fall asleep straddling his hips, one knee hitched so the crook of your ankle drapes his thigh, slowly pushed up and down by his deep breaths.

You’re drifting, rocked gently by powerful waves in the nothingness of your blank mind, free like him, blooming in the warmth of a bright sun embracing you.

The glow continues until Steve gently shakes you awake.

The room is pitch black, the lights of the parking lot too muted to pass through the gossamer layer over the window.

“You’re…you were squirming a lot. Thought you might be having a nightmare,” his rough timber booms close to your ear.

“No, I—“ you wipe at your face “—I don’t think I was dreaming.”

Steve’s not so relaxed under you now. His abs quake slightly, and those slow breaths have become stunted, shallow with control.

“Did you?” you ask, looking towards his face, useless in the dark but your drowsy brain hasn’t caught up yet.

There’s a shuffling noise above you.

“Is that a ‘yes?’ Did you have a nightmare? You alright?”

The shuffling repeats, accompanied by a strangled “yes,” and you lift your arm to brace on his chest. It unhooks your leg from his, and the hard length of his erection moves from its perch at your ass, nudging the joint of your hip and thigh from below.

“Not—not a nightmare,” he whispers. “Just ignore it.”

Steve’s voice is husky, his grip on the back of your knee tight and unyielding, keeping you from trapping him between your legs.

Your impulse is to soothe him, to tell him he is fine and it is okay to be turned on, generally, when naked and pressed to someone you find attractive—hell, you definitely are—but if he wants you to ignore it, if he’d rather not, if it’s too soon or too hot (metaphorically, physically) or just too much right now, then you respect that. None of this has ever been about making him feel like how he chooses to receive affection is wrong.

Without moving any limbs, your fingers retract and relax, a gentle, nailless scratch to his broad pec beneath your hand, and his cock twitches, tapping your leg.

“Sorry,” Steve huffs.

“Do you want me to get off of you?” You suppress the urge to make a minor edit in that statement because it’s very close to what you want to do.

The shuffling noise sounds different.

“No,” he says softly.

You slide your hand up his chest to his neck and around the back of his head, petting the corner of his bearded jaw just below his ear, careful to use as few muscles as possible.

His cock taps you again anyway. “Sorry,” he mumbles.

You ignore it, as asked, and continue scratching lightly at his scalp.

“Hey,” you start in the darkness, “is this comfortable?”

You run your fingertips over his features while he nods, following his jaw up and down. 

Unable to see, this paints the most vivid picture of Steve’s reactions. You feel the vibration of a hum through his cheek, the draw and release of his brow as you skate over his forehead. You hear his short chuckle when you brush ever-so-gently across his long lashes and boop his nose. Finally, you trace his open-mouth smile with the edge of your thumb, his ragged exhale rushing over your palm.

Tap.

“Sorry.”

“Comfy though?”

His voice is deeper than you’ve ever heard it. “Yeah.”

The drag of your fingers past the edge of bristly stubble and down his throat makes him shiver.

Twitch.

“Sorry.”

You flutter across his collarbone, wondering if that means he’s ticklish on more than just his sides.

“Comfy?”

He hums. You feel it rattle your cheek as much as you actually hear it in your ears.

You continue. His corded muscles giving only slightly to the pressure of your touch. His arm, his chest, down to the hand he keeps on your leg.

Several more breathy apologies sound above you. Steve’s other arm is draped over your waist, and with every pulse of need that betrays him, his grip tightens just a little. His fingers now dig into your soft flesh absently.

It’s hard to hide how desperate he’s made you, but the issue is mutual based on how his abs won’t stop tensing, searching for attention where he denies it. 

You flatten your hand to his chest and make to move.

“May I?”

Steve’s swallow is louder than the ‘okay’ he returns.

You are careful not to push him in any weird angles as you raise up to your knees and straddle him, pinning his erection beneath you, not directly between your folds but nestled at the apex of your legs, just so he won’t have to worry about every involuntary poke. 

With such fresh contact, he clenches his ass hard in response, lifting your whole weight completely before he settles again. The surge of heat to your core has you biting your lip to muffle a moan.

“Comfy?” you rasp at the same moment Steve offers a strangled “sorry.”

The low, constant whine of the air conditioner fills the hollow space around your cocoon of anticipation.

“New plan,” you laugh, relaxing your fingers to splay across his warm skin, “both of us stop doing that, huh? You have nothing to be sorry for, and I’ll trust you to tell me if you aren’t comfortable.”

“So…” Steve shuffles on the sheets, but whatever he moves doesn’t affect your position. “Can I touch you?”

You bite your lip harder before answering, your voice dropping to a sweet reassurance. “Yes. Of course you can, Stevie.”

You keep your pets of his chest and arms light, trying not to tickle him. He’s always so hesitant; you’re worried the tiniest misstep will send him back into his head—not in a good way.

The silence now feels purposeful, dense with possibility, and then rough fingertips land like a foreign explorer who’s braved months at sea solely to experience this moment.

A calculated inhale and exhale rock your pelvis, a wave of nerves foaming in your gut.

He starts innocently enough, mapping your thighs, muttering something about how soft they are, but you don’t dare lean to hear him better. No sudden movements. None. Even though your skin lights up as explosive as those 4th of July fireworks you missed.

Since there’s nothing to see in the room, you feel everything.

He keeps to the periphery of you at first, abandoning your legs to brush the same arms touching him, running fingers together, separating them just as quickly, caressing your palms gently, and dragging his short nails up your wrists without pressure.

You stiffen in pleasure, fighting not to shrink away from the purest intimacy you’ve ever experienced.

His long arms reach the curve of your shoulders, flit across your collarbone, and you’re doing your damndest to keep it together, leaning your head back in lieu of talking.

Don’t scare him.

It can’t last; you’re only human.

Steve’s hands slowly descend over your breasts, middle fingers catching your peaking nipples, and a lewd and aching cry tumbles from your bitten lips.

The force of it surprises you, but more surprising still is him, unfazed, encouraged to linger.

In that low timber, he growls.

“You like that… Knew you would.”

Your body throbs, pulsing with need and emptiness.

That means he thinks of you. He’s imagined this. He’s wanted this.

Stunning electricity shoots through your body as he pinches and twists, squeezes and kneads. Nothing too harsh, but he’s highly motivated when you purr and gasp atop him.

What else does he think about doing? How long has he fantasized? Is this as good as his imagination?

Yours aren’t the only noises now. He sounds tortured with little pleas and whimpers escaping before each guttural moan.

Arousal pools at your folds, and without realizing you started to move, the shy momentum of your hips has nudged his length to lay flush with your dripping center. His tip glides over your clit.

Again and again.

Again and again.

A hot pressure builds in you, faster than ever, kerosene dumped on your wet-dreams and burned to life, a spell manifest in the night.

Steve shakes beneath the palms you brace flat on his chest, the heels digging into his diaphragm.

He moves to grip your thighs hard.

Fire spreads beneath your skin as you two pant and gasp, his whole cock slick and slotted so close to where you truly long for him.

“Wait,” Steve groans, but you can’t understand.

No one could imagine how good this feels, how much you need this, how—

He sits up to stop you, accidentally notching himself at your entrance, your residual motion sliding the thick head of him past the that first, tight ring.

Steve’s lusty moan is barely eclipsed by your own, and you’re too close to halt sheathing him within you, arms instinctively wrapping his shoulders. Desire winds the coil in your belly too taut, the thought of losing this climax unbearable.

“N-uhhh god—“

He’s too sensitive though. He flips you both so your back crashes to the soft sheets and digs his grip into your side, his other hand thumping to anchor on the headboard. Steve sucks air through his teeth like he’s afraid the faintest smell of sex will set him off.

“Don—don’t move,” he orders in thick command.

It makes things worse.

You’re so close, vaulting off the ground and suspended by legs clamped around his waist, dangling on the precipice of ecstasy. You whine and clench, totally unable to control yourself, your nails digging into his back.

Steve cries out, choked at the hilt by your desperation and lost to his own finish.

His hand races from your side to your ass. He pulls out of you only to slot himself there and thrust his cock between your cheeks, cum shooting on the sheets below.

Mindlessly, you ride the cut of his abs, his course pubic hair adding almost enough friction to keep ascending toward your own end, but the void left behind is too consuming. The fire sputters and dims.

Steve buries his face in your neck, breath cooling the sweat lining your skin as he curls away from you, overwhelmed.

“Swear I was gonna wait,” he confesses to the tender spot behind your ear. “I swear.”

“Please,” you croak, tears prickling your eyes in lament for your ruined orgasm.

“Was gonna be better. Swear I’ll do better for you.”

You grope and claw at those thick arms which hold all but his face far away. “Please,” you beg pathetically, “fucking touch me, please.”

A drawn out grunt vibrates the column of your throat.

“Y’shouldn’t have ta beg...”

He shifts to his forearm, caging you in as you plead over and over. He kneels to hover, and your thighs weakly squeeze at his own to emphasize what you need.

“Sounds so pretty when you do…”

Something between a screech and a snarl erupts from your chest.

Steve shushes you, smoothing a big hand across your damp cheek, and quietly, he commands you, “show me what to do.”

Your quivering hold guides him by the wrist down your body. Words to instruct him won’t form in your sex-steeped brain. As luck would have it, he doesn’t need specifics.

“Next time I’ll taste you.” One finger teases your folds in search of his entrance. “Next time you’ll have to beg me to stop.” Two fingers drive forward, displacing a gush of your shared juices. “So wet,” he groans, agonized to silence when you jerk his hand to thrust faster.

“More.” 

He sets a loving and delicate pace, the heel of his palm working your clit. 

Too delicate.

“More,” you gasp.

He obliges, muttering how good he’ll be to you from now on. You’ll always be first. He promises.

The fire takes over again.

“More, Stevie. Please.”

You grind down on him to prove your point, and he marvels that this isn’t too rough for you.

Each strangled breath ties your moans together in a crescendo worthy of Carnegie Hall.

“God,” he rumbles by your ear again, “I know that sound. You’re close, aren’t you?”

Steve’s pumping fingers bully your body farther and farther up the bed, using only a taste of his real strength.

Your chant of ‘yes’ catches in your taxed lungs. He doesn’t need an answer though.

The super-stretched band snaps, a plateau of peace and weightlessness tipped at the vertex until—crash—nerves are razed all along you like a carpet-bombed battlefield.

“Uhnn, is that what you’re gonna feel like around me?” He sighs at the thought and stills his hand just to commit the ripple to memory. “How’m I s’pose to last?”

You slap a hand over his mouth, trying and failing to hold in your yelp of relief.

That mouth…that fucking mouth of his is a weapon all its own.

Tiny explosions wreak havoc on you, body and soul, as his fingers greedily coax you to keep coming—just a little more—just for him—one last rush—give him everything.

His lips open in your palm, but you grip his face harder.

You can’t. You can’t listen right now. You can’t hear one more dangerously sexy, completely innocent thing fall from his beautiful mouth.

Steve lets his hand go lax but doesn’t take it away from your clenched and spasming thighs.

He tries to speak again then gives up, waiting.

Finally, before you can collapse boneless to the bed, he hooks his arm behind your leg so you don’t land on the cold, cum-stained sheets.

He shakes off your forgotten grip of his jaw.

“Tops?” he whispers, patience personified in the long pause before you hum acknowledgment. “Can I kiss you?”

That fucking mouth…

There’s barely enough breath in you to make a sound, but the instant the ‘ye—’ forms in the back of your throat, Steve’s lips are on yours.

It's your first real kiss, of all the ways, after all this time, following all that.

You’d laugh if you weren’t smiling, suffocating in the gentle press that becomes deep and adoring. He kisses you thoroughly after each frantic gasp for air, savoring you, even in the reckless passion of the moment.

Steve rolls to lay you atop him again, more intimately than before. He keeps his face close, sharing breath even in the heat and stench of sex in the room, your wetness now smeared from his navel to his knee.

Turns out, he is a very good kisser, focusing on the act of physical connection. Not only do your lips touch, but he likes to nudge you into whatever minutely different position with his nose. He likes to nuzzle his beard on your sensitive skin until you giggle and squirm. He relishes you like you relish him. 

He whispers things too soft to make out at first. It takes him a while to find his voice, to push past his insecurities, to find his confidence, but eventually, you hear it.

He mumbles how he should have been better, more prepared.

You weave all your fingers through his hair, propped on his chest by your elbows, smiling so he’ll be able to tell in your tone.

“Take the win, Cap.” 

You freeze.

You’ve never called him that, and Steve stays silent for an excruciating beat.

“Sorry,” you offer in the dark, air conditioner churning out sobering drafts of reality.

Steve runs his knuckles gently in patterns across your bare back. There’s a short huff and an amused snort, you mind scrambling to plan some explanation as to why you’d haul the drama of out there into his safe space.

He guides you to settle against him again, tucking you into his strong hold with his chin resting on your forehead.

After what feels like an eternity, he simply asks, “comfy?”

A/N: In case you were wondering...

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Vet!Chris taking you to an animal café and he has a little bit of a hard time getting you to leave …

Chris glanced at his watch, then at you, sprawled across the floor with a calico cat purring in your lap. “Alright, baby,” he said softly, crouching down next to you. “We’ve been here for two hours. I think it’s time we head out.” he states.

You didn’t even look up at him. Your fingers scratched gently behind the cat’s ears, earning a contented trill from the feline. “Five more minutes,” you mumbled, clearly enraptured by the small sea of animals around you. A golden retriever had settled at your feet, while a tiny rabbit hopped curiously near your hand.

Chris sighed, trying to hide his smile. He’d taken you to the animal café as a way to unwind after your stressful week, but he didn’t anticipate just how hard it’d be to pull you away. Not that he blamed you — seeing you so happy, your face lit up with childlike wonder, made it impossible for him to be annoyed.

Still, he had a schedule to keep. “Sweetheart, the café closes in fifteen minutes. You know we can’t just move in, right?” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world — which it was.

You finally glanced up, your lower lip sticking out in a dramatic pout. “But Chris, look at them!” you gestured around at the assortment of animals, your voice full of longing. “They need love and cuddles! What if they miss me when I leave?” you whined, already feeling your chest tighten with the fact you had to leave them for the day.

He chuckled, reaching out to boop your nose gently. “I think they’ll survive, babe. Besides, don’t I give you enough cuddles at home?” You gave him a teasing look. “Not nearly as fluffy, though.”

Chris’ hand came up to his heart, like you had punched it. “Rude,” Chris shot back, feigning offense. “You’re hurting my feelings, baby.”

You giggled but stayed rooted in place, your hand now occupied by a curious kitten batting at your bracelet. Chris leaned back on his heels, watching you with an affectionate smile. “Okay, what if I make you a deal? We can come back next week, and I’ll buy you that strawberry boba you like on the way home. But only if we leave before the staff has to drag us out.”

You perked up at his offer, your lips twitching into a grin. “Promise?” he nodded his head, “I promise.” he said, placing a hand over his chest.

Reluctantly, you scooped up the calico cat one last time, giving it a soft kiss on its tiny nose. “Okay, but I’m holding you to that boba and next week’s visit.” you said, placing the kitty down as your hands reached out for Chris.

As he helped you to your feet, Chris wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Well come back as much as you like, i promise. And of course i wouldn’t go back on my word, you know that baby.” he said, walking toward the doors as you gave a quick smile and wave to the workers.

“Yeah, i know..” you muttered, still a little bummed that you had to leave. Chris noticed, pressing another kiss to your temple as he held the door open for you.

“You know i love you, yeah?” he said, pulling his keys out and unlocking the car as he opened the passenger door for you. And you looked at him, smiling.

“I know.” you said, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his lips before situating yourself in the seat.

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LITTLE VET CHRIS BLURB. MY SWEET BABY 🥹

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Heyy babes justwonderingr if you'd let me be 🪼 anon if so? 😁

(DELULU WARNING!!)

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Sooo i was just thinking what if Felix revealed that he has a girlfriendto stay, *Y/n*.Stays were really happy for him and stuff but *one* day Y/n and Felix decided if the 18+ fanart started happening,and *it did*.So they were looking at the poses and were wondering if they so *try* these sex postions. 🤭 ik ik its pretty delulu but you dont have to if not so its totally fine! ill find someone else to if so!😁 (Soft!Dom!Felix x sub!fem!short!reader plz 😚)

This turned out way cuter than I expected and honestly, it fits? Of course you can be jellyfish nonnie, thank you for your request!!

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❣ Summary: A spicy discovery turns into a point of inspiration for you and Felix. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 1.1k ❣ Warnings: Soft, Slight Dom! Felix, Sub! Reader, light humor, fluff, smut, Kama Sutra pose; Queen of Heaven, unprotected sex, creampie, slight degradation ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Felix is referred to as Lixie, Lix, Baby, and Love, Reader is referred to as Sunshine and Baby ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

“Oh… my god.”

Your eyes widened at the picture sitting on your phone screen; a wonderful, digitally drawn picture of you and your idol boyfriend in a position you couldn’t even begin to name.

“Lixie, have you seen this?”

The brunet haired man hummed from his upside down position on your shared bed, craning his head to peek at you over his phone, “What? Is it another patch update? I swear, if they nerfed my champ again-”

“What? Lix, no, shut up - look.” Turning your hand, you stretched your arm enough for him to meet you halfway and take your phone, his eyes squinting before widening almost immediately.

“Is this-”

“Yeah!”

“And that’s-”

“Yeah!”

Ever since you and Felix decided to go public with your relationship, the reactions from Stays were mixed but overall good; and, from that reveal came an influx of support and even fanarts depicting dates you two have been on, redraws of instagram posts, and even solo portraits of you. Though, in addition to the… safer content, came a silent undercurrent of not-so-safe content that you couldn’t help but peek into time and time again - you know, curiosity and cats and whatnot.

He went quiet for a moment, but you could see his eyes searching the screen before he hoisted himself into a seated position, his thumb scrolling across the screen leisurely.

“Holy shit… There’s so many…” Felix didn’t spare you a glance while scrolling, pink tongue peeking out to subconsciously lick his lips, “Some of them don’t really get your tits right but we can’t really blame them- Oh! This one looks fun!”

“Felix, I wasn’t showing you them as recommendations!” Reaching to take your phone back, he evades you with a delighted giggle, pressing on an entirely new post with blushing cheeks.

“But- Wait! Look at this one - you can’t tell me this doesn’t look fun!”

Turning the device to you, your eyes land on an image that makes your mouth run dry.

You - or at least, their depiction of you - are laid on your back with a blond Felix on top of you, almost in a mating press but it’s different; your legs are more towards your chest than out, and Felix’s hands are by your shoulders, keeping up elevated yet close. There’s faint imagery of hickeys dotting your skin, and a mix of hickeys and scratches marking what’s shown of his neck and shoulders.

Eyes flicking down to the caption, you quickly read the title - The Sun and His Queen [of Heaven].

“Well?” his saccharine hum nearly startled you, your focus on the fanart distracting you from his subtle scooting toward where you sat, “You think we can recreate this one?”

There were times where you praised his eye for detail, and this was one of those exact moments; hickeys marking your chest and neck, your nails pressed into his back, angry red lines highlighting previous trails left behind, and similar love bites blossoming on his fair skin.

A faint sheen of sweat coated your skin as you laid folded beneath him; your knees as close to your chest as they could go while his arms kept them trapped against the sides of his torso, helping you hold the pose while his hips slotted into the space between your thighs.

It was almost like a mating pose, but you felt more open, more connected, and with the slow, deep strokes Felix was delivering, you felt like you were on cloud 9.

He wasn’t faring any better, either, not with the way moans vibrated past his lips, his forearms flexing as he supported himself above you, skin glistening and freckled cheeks dashed in a pretty blush.

“Fuck, you’re s-so wet, sunshine - fuckin’ dripping, b-bet you’re soaking the sheets.”

A wanton moan fell from your lips as you watched him with lidded eyes, pinned and pressed and stuck with no other option other than to watch and take it; the lewd squelching sound each time he rocked his hips forward - his cock pressing right into that soft spot at the front of your cunt - sending chills down your spine.

“L-Lix, faster, more-”

His hips shot forward with a harsh thrust, fucking a squeal straight form your throat as he picked up his pace at your pleading, teeth sinking into his lower lip as warm brown eyes studied your face.

“Like this? Need me just like this, huh? And here I thought you didn’t want the recommendation.”

Even if you had the energy to bite back at his subtle dig, you wouldn’t have had the brain power to do so from the way it was currently leaking out of your ears, the soft head of his dick nudging your g-spot with every delicious in, out motion - the slapping of his balls against the bottom of your ass adding to the filthy sounds filling the bedroom.

“A-Ah- baby, so- fuck- I can’t-” You weren’t even sure what you wanted to say, your mouth running solely for the fact of making sounds other than the high pitched ‘ah’s and ‘mmh’s that dominated your vocal chords.

Felix gritted out a moan, eyebrows pinching as your fluttering walls clenched around him, “S-Shit, tell me you’re close, baby - I don’t think I-”

“‘M so close, Felix, so fucking close, love-”

His hands fisted the sheets, knuckles turning white as he doubled his efforts into harder thrusts, sacrificing the speed he previously had in favor of making you reach your peak before he did - and, oh, did you reach it.

Within a few more targeted thrusts your body shook, pussy throbbing and mouth falling open to let out the most pornographic moan he had ever heard - enough for his pace to stutter before painting your walls white with his cum with a choked whine.

Blinking your eyes open - not even sure when you even closed them in the first place - you were welcomed to the sight of your flushed boyfriend, eyes dazed and sparkling as he lazily thrusted into you one last time before untangling your limbs from him with a soft sigh.

You both groaned as he pulled out of your fluttering hole, not even caring about the cum slowly making its way out of you as he flopped onto the bed beside you; giving you the space to stretch your sore legs before tucking himself into your side and peppering butterfly kisses along your shoulder and neck.

“Y’know, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk after that,” you laughed breathlessly, highly aware of the tingling sensation in your toes.

“Try being on top! It felt like I was doing the hardest plank in the world!” Felix giggled, nuzzling his sweaty face against the side of yours before placing a kiss to your hot cheek, “You did great, though - it was incredible.”

Humming in agreement, you turned your head to look at him with nothing but pure love and adoration, “It was, but I just have one little thing…”

He tilted his head slightly, silently urging you to go on.

“Next time, I pick the pose.”

[turcott3]

23

mason mctavish x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, alcohol, irresponsible decision making l o l, smut (oral male receiving, unprotected sex wrap it before you tap it ladies and gents), mentions of pregnancy :) DAD MASON!!!

master list

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you watched as mason sat awkwardly as the restaurant staff sang him happy birthday, earning a short laugh and shake of his head at the end.

“what are you embarrassed?” you tease.

“yes. now drink up that marg dani bought you.”

“yes sir.” you said already pretty buzzed from the few sips you already took of the strong drink. as the dinner continued you only got drunker, and sitting next to your best friend, dani terry, you have waited a while to hear some of the things she wanted to do when she first became a wag.

“you know, i was really tempted to like do some crazy things when i first got together with troy.” she whispers in your ear.

“i need ideas, im not new but im young so im crazy right?”

“oh of course.” she giggles, “i always wanted to get his number tattooed on my ass cheek but i always chickened out.”

“oh my god. i’m so doing that. will you come with me for moral support?”

“oh of course i will.”

“what are you guys talking about?” trevor speaks up butting in.

“nunya.” you scoff at him and he giggles knowing you were only joking.

“tomorrow? 1:30?”

“sounds good to me, send me whatever address and i’ll be there.” she laughs at you. you don’t know what you’re gonna tell mason but you know it won’t be that you’re going to a tattoo shop to get his number tattooed in permanent ink on your ass cheek. you get home about an hour later, it’s only 9:30 and you’re piss drunk.

“come on, let’s get you ready for bed.” he says and you feel all the emotions.

“i’m sorry i ruined your dinner, im so drunk. i’m sorry mason. please don’t be upset.” you blabber.

“i’m not upset at you.” he laughs, helping you remove your clothes and changing into your pajamas.

“i feel like you are though.”

“do i look mad y/n?” he looks up at you with caring eyes.

“no.” you admit and he kisses you on the head.

“see you’re fine, now let’s brush your teeth and get tucked in okay?” he asks offering his help which you accepted. he assisted you in taking out your contacts and brushing your teeth. once he stripped down to only boxers, he brings you over to the bed and tells you to take the tylenol he left on the nightstand before he could tuck you in. you did as you were told and laid down in bed, wrapped up in his arms.

the following morning you wake up feeling okay, given you had taken the tylenol before bed.

“good morning sleepy.” mason laughs lightly and kisses you on top of the head.

“good morning.” you say, rolling off of him and unplugging your phone and checking the time and for texts.

dani: still on for 1:30?

you: yep, getting up now.

you replied to her and stood up walking into the bathroom.

“hey mase?”

“yeah.”

“i’m going to lunch with dani, im leaving in thirty minutes.”

“okay.” he simply replies as you quickly shower and eat a snack. once you’re ready, you put on your watch and give him a kiss on the cheek.

“i’ll text you when im on the way back.”

“okay, have fun babe be safe.” he smiles as you exit the apartment. you and dani both arrive to your destination at the same time. you step out of the car, realization hitting you. this was too good.

“are you nervous?” she asks as she opens the door for you.

“no, i’m excited. his birthday is tomorrow so i’m excited to show him.”

“it’s gonna be gold.” she laughs as you sign in and show the artist what font you want to use.

“are you sure you want this on your ass cheek?” the artist laughs.

“yes, blame her for the idea.” you say pointing at dani as she raises her hands up on defense.

“at least it’s original and somewhat romantic.” the artist says as you lay down on your stomach, ass completely out. she places the stencil on the right side and in the perfect spot. she shows you a picture before giving her the go ahead to begin. the pain was like that of a cat scratch. a few short minutes later the artist wipes away the excess ink and places second skin on it. you stand up to look in the mirror and smile.

“that is amazing.” you laugh turning back to her.

“you don’t have to keep that second skin on after tonight since you said his birthday is tomorrow, it should be fine.” she says, removing her gloves and cleaning the area.

“perfect.” you smile. once she’s done she rings you up to pay and you both walk out of the shop.

“thank you for coming with me, this was a true bonding experience.” you say hugging dani as you walked to our cars.

“of course anytime, ill see you next game?”

“sure will.” you smile getting into your car and texting him to say that you’re on the way back.

“wow i cannot believe i have masons number tattooed on my ass.” you say to yourself as you pull out of the parking lot. once you arrive back at home, you see mason on the couch with his ps5 controller and a bowl of cereal.

“hey baby, how was lunch?” he asks you.

“oh it was great. what have you been up to?” you ask sitting next to him on the couch.

“just been playing my game. and eating cereal.” he laughs.

“sounds like we’re having efficient days today, i’m gonna go put my pajamas back on.” you say getting up and he smacks my ass lightly, which is something he loved to do. once you change back into your pajamas, you join mason on the couch, cuddling to his side as he picks a movie for the two of you to watch.

“you’re gonna be 21 in like 8 hours mase, how do you feel?”

“like i’m getting old because you’re still 20.” he giggles which earns a smack on his arm.

“oh whatever.” you say shoving him as he smiles, returning back to the movie.

“i got you something for your birthday.” you confess after about 20 minutes, barely being able to keep it a secret.

“baby you didn’t have to get me anything.” he says pausing the movie and turning to you.

“well i did. i wanted to.” you say knowing he hates when you spend money on him.

“you know i don’t want you spending money on me.”

“you’ll like it trust me.” you smirk kissing him on the cheek before grabbing his cereal bowl and taking it to the kitchen.

“the only thing i want for my birthday is you, in our bed, after midnight.” he says walking up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin in the crook of your neck.

“oh trust me, that’s a guarantee.” you say as he trails light kisses from your neck to your shoulder.

“good.” he smiles, squeezing your waist one last time before backing away and exiting the kitchen. as it got later, and the sun hung lower and lower, you spent the majority of your day on the couch watching his favorite movies.

“only two more hours.” you say smushing his face and kissing him on the cheek which earns a light giggle.

“can’t wait.” he smiles pulling you onto his lap where you make myself comfortable.

“it’s honestly nice spending my birthday only with you. i value our alone time more than you’ll ever know.” he says placing small kisses on your jaw.

“me too,” you say grabbing his face with your hand and placing a loving kiss on his lips. over the course of the last few months, he’s become way more comfortable with physical touch and affection as well as improving his use of words of affirmation and making sure you know you’re loved. night and day difference.

“you’ve changed so much since i met you mason.”

“is that good or bad?”

“good, you’ve become the most loving person i’ve ever known. night and day difference from the day we met.” you laugh as he hugs me closer.

“i needed you in my life clearly.” he laughs and his words make your heart flutter.

“just the same way i needed you.” you smile at him and he kisses you, standing up from his lap. the idea of sitting through the time remaining before midnight was practical torture. you snuck past a focused mason and quietly shut the bedroom door, changing into your newest black set you bought and putting your pajamas back on over it. opening the door quietly again, you walk into the living room and join him on the couch.

“fucking hell.” he yells losing the game.

“lose?” you ask.

“for the fiftieth time yes.”

“oh no i’m sorry.” you giggle a little bit as he turns off the console and beckons you over to him.

“cmere.” he says pulling you back onto his lap.

“so what’s my handsome about to be 21 year old have in mind for us tonight?” you ask brushing his curls out of his face with your fingers.

“oh we’re makin loveeeeeee baby.” he says shoving his nose in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses all over the area which sends chills down your spine.

“it’s 11:30.” you say wrapping my arms around him.

“i’m gonna stare at the clock till it hits 11:59 so i can carry you in our room and lock the door.” he says smirking against your cheek as he kisses it.

“you’re like a teddy bear mase.”

“only for you, everyone else can fuck off.” he says and you laugh together.

“yes everyone else can fuck off.” you laugh hugging him closer to you as you drifted into a comfortable silence, listening to his heart beat rhythmically against his chest soothed your nerves. you must’ve drifted off to sleep because you gained consciousness as you was lifted up off the couch and he adjusted you.

“did i fall asleep?”

“yes but it’s ok, i’m taking you to our bed.”

“no no it’s ok i’m up, i could hear your heartbeat and it put me to sleep.” you blush in embarrassment.

“you’re so adorable.” he says carrying you into your shared bedroom and setting you down on the bed. you look over at the alarm clock and see the time.

11:59.

he shuts the door and clicks the lock. you stare at the clock as it changes.

“happy birthday baby.” you say walking over and kissing him deeply.

“thank you sweet girl.” he says running his hands down your body.

“are you ready for your gift?”

“yes?” he questions as we begin to get undressed.

“okay sit down.” you say once he’s stripped down to his underwear.

“okay?” he does hesitantly. you pull off my shorts as the last piece and do a full turn.

“what am i looking for other than the fact that you’re wearing a new set?” he says and you turn around so he can examine my ass.

“y/n.” he says and you turn back around.

“mason.” you say.

“you did not get my number tattooed on your ass.” he says.

“oh i did.”

“god you’re so hot.” he says standing up and grabbing your face, smashing your lips together. his hands find their way to your ass and yours around the back of his neck.

“do you like it?” you say pulling away and grabbing his hand, brushing it over the tattoo.

“i love it.” he says smacking your ass firmly and picking you up and placing you on the bed. you remove the remainder of your clothing and get straight to business, he stands at the foot of your bed as you stroke his dick, his tip already leaking as he yearns for your touch. your tongue makes contact w his tip, circling it numerous times before taking his whole length into you mouth.

“oh fuck.” he says gathering your hair in his hand. you somehow take him all the way in your mouth and hollow out your cheeks, pulling him out with a popping noise to this time focus on his sensitive tip.

“my god baby you’re so perfect for me.” he says as you run your tongue down the length of his dick before taking it all back into your mouth. bobbing my head and working with your hands, you felt his cock twitch under your touch before spilling into your mouth. you swallow every drop and then let him go, opening your mouth to show you swallowed it all.

“that’s my good girl.” he says grabbing your face with one hand and bringing your lips up to his desparately.

“can i take you from behind?” he says pulling away earning a nod from you.

“only if you promise i can ride after.” you say holding out my pinky which he gladly accepts.

“gladly. i wanna see your gorgeous face while you take me.” he smirks kissing you again before getting into your position.

“wow i could get used to this.” he says placing his hand on your ass, running his thumb lightly over the raised skin of the fresh tattoo.

“good because it’s gonna be there forever.” i giggle before he pushes his dick into you unexpectedly.

“oh fuck.” you moan out as he instantly hits your cervix.

“you like that?”

“fuck yes i do.”

“good.” he says before retracting his hips and slamming back into you, pricking your eyes with euphoric tears. he continues this pattern leaving you screaming and moaning like crazy. sex with mason had always been good but it seems like you’ve motivated him.

“that’s my good girl right there.” he says continuing to pound his thick cock into you at a nearly unbearable pace.

“oh my fucking god mason i’m gonna come.” you say, mascara running and starting to drip on the sheets.

“let go baby, come for me.” he says as an orgasm tears through your body like a freshly sharpened knife, pulling a loud moan from your throat. he slows down his pace allowing you to come down from your high and he pulls out, continuing to jerk himself off.

“oh baby your mascara.” he says laughing before letting go and grabbing a tissue, wiping the running makeup off your face gently.

“there’s my beautiful girl.” he says tossing the tissue on the floor and kissing you lovingly. he lays down with his head propped up on two pillows. he helps me as i position myself over him and sink myself onto him earning a grunt.

“you’re so god damn gorgeous.” he says palming your tits as you lean over to attach your lips again. his kiss is like a drug and you’re addicted. you move up and down at a decent pace, placing your hands on his abs, nails slightly digging into his skin.

“oh yeah right there.” you say circling your hips around on him while locking eyes with him as he sits up and connects your lips once again as you continued.

“that feels so fucking good.” he says as you continue before bringing yourself up and down again.

“god you’re gonna make me come again. you fuck me so good mase.” you say leaning over and kissing him, feeling your abdomen tighten at the thought of of another climax.

“oh fuck fuck fuck. me too. oh fuck.” he says moments before spilling his warm seed into you as your walls clenched around him. you slowed down, not once losing touch. he stayed in you while you kissed again and cuddled to his chest, staying for a good while.

“okay baby let’s get showered.” he says pulling out of you and carrying you into the bathroom.

-

*few weeks later*

“mason.” you a ay with a trembling hand.

“what, what is it?” he says flinging the door open.

“it’s positive.” you say with confusing tears brimming your eyes.

“oh my god.” he says with an unreadable expression that soon grew into a smile which spread onto you. you were so scared of how he would react.

“y/n we’re gonna be parents?”

“yes we are mason.”

“i wouldn’t want anyone else to be the mother of my kids, i love you so much.”

“i was so scared of what you’d say. i love you mase.” you reply before he kisses you hastily.

“i’m so scared mason.” you say as he wraps his arms around you.

“me too, but we’re in this together, we’re gonna be okay baby. our baby is gonna have the best uncles to grow up with and the best mommy to raise her.”

“awe mase….. wait why’d you say her?”

“i just feel like it’s gonna be a girl.” he shrugs and giggles.

“well i hope it is too.” you smile and he takes the test from your hand, placing it on the counter and bringing you into the bedroom.

-

june 2027

you arrived at the beach close to your home and set up all of your gear. mason leans down to place little juniper on the towel so you can put sunscreen on her little pale face. her bright blue eyes pierced your heart as she smiled bright at you.

“beach.” she says looking around at all the people.

“yeah beach.” you say as you open up the sunscreen and work some into her face.

“where’s daddy?” she asks in her sweet voice.

“i’m right here juni.” he says and she whips her head around and smiles.

“hi daddy.”

“hi baby.” he says kissing her on the head before placing her little purple ducks sun hat on.

“shit, mason im gonna go rinse my cup. it has sand all over it. watch juni.” you say standing up and grabbing your cup. you turn to walk away before you hear her speak up.

“mommy what’s that on your butt?” she asks and you freeze. you turn around slowly and make eye contact with mason and all he does is laugh and shake his head.

“it’s mommy’s tattoo.” you a ay squatting down to her level.

“why is it on your butt?” she asks and you look at him again and his face is burning red from laughter and you pause not knowing what to say.

“i’ll tell you in about 15 years how about that?” you say patting her on the head before you walk off to the ocean earning a solid chuckle from mason. you return back to your spot after a few minutes of relaxing on the shore to see mason fast asleep with juniper sleeping on his chest. you could’ve cried at the sweet sight. this is your family and you wouldn’t trade them for the world.

[spadesolace]

your guide to the y/n's in every newjeans fics

what is love! minyn: playlist

name: son y/n jangmi

age: 20

what their partner call them: baby / babe / babie

what they call their partner: darling

personality: quite the simp and a goofball but is working hard for her future (minji is in it, of course). very observant and quite the creative person when it comes to thinking of gifts for minji. aside from that, she is still head over heels for her girlfriend of 3 years.

likes: coffee, parks, reading (case studies most of the time), korean rnb, aquariums (has a collection of aquatic animal plushies in their shared apartment), and of course (loves) minji.

dislikes: people who don’t know their place “could you really blame me? have you seen minji?” and matcha.

who fell first? "me, but i waited until i was sure minji liked me back."

drag me down! hanyn: playlist

name: park y/n hari

age: 19

what their partner call them: loser / park

what they call their partner: nerd / pham

personality: the most reserved introvert there is, she has socials but little information can be taken there. is actually a nerd but won’t admit that to hanni. lowkey lazy when it comes to classes but somehow manages to stay on her top spot (if she wanted to, she would have beaten hanni long ago). is actually a big softie esp when it comes to her little sister (and hanni).

likes: iced americano “you’re really going to die early from that” “shut it, pham”, baked goods, anime (has an entire collection), lego, video games, reading, and hanni.

dislikes: liars and flying cockroaches.

who fell first? "not quite sure... pham never disclosed when she first realized that she likes me."

love you twice! haeyn: playlist

name: lee y/n

age: 17

what their partner call them: y/nn

what they call their partner: hae

personality: lowkey has anger issues that she let’s out on any physical activity (she’s lowkey muscular), but really is a golden retriever who overthinks a lot. quite protective and quiet in front of everyone except for haerin and hyein which shows how chaotic she truly is. if haerin is an introvert, she's a lowkey introvert but doesn't show it that much.

likes: going outside, playing sports, somewhere that won't make her feel stuck in one place, photography, making hyein laugh, but also taking care of her friends and haerin.

dislikes: cheaters. minwon specifically, also small spaces (a bit claustrophobic)

who fell first? "i think it was at the same time, i confessed first if we're going to base of that-"

midnight rain! daniyn: playlist

name: jeon y/n sol

age: 18

what their partner call them: moonlight

what they call their partner: sunshine

personality: a delinquent who loves to play the guitar and listen to music but also runs away at any sign of a problem or confrontation happening. a bit free spirited but that's what makes people either admire or despise her. you won't hear much from her as she has her headphones on most of the time. she has scary dog privileges when she goes out late at night for her date with dani. has a bunch of drawings of danielle and half of them have song lyrics as the title.

likes: drawing, writing, listening to music, her black cat that keeps her company most of the time, skateboarding, and danielle.

dislikes: confrontations, and dogs.

who fell first? "why would i tell you? ... jihye."

[harrywavycurly]

Sarah I could use some fluff please😕

Hiii babes!! I hope you enjoy these super fluffy conversations with Eddie💖

*when I say these are super fluffy I’m not exaggerating these are disgustingly sweet*

“You think we’re good for each other?” “No.” “Eddie! What the hell?” “Sorry I meant no we aren’t good for each other…we are great for each other.” “Oh really? What makes you think that?” “Because…the kinda love we have can’t be anything but great.” “Yeah?” “Yeah…this is that once in a lifetime type shit…or at least it is for me.” “You’re going to love me the rest of your life?” “Oh yeah…you’re stuck with me baby.” “I like the sound of that.”

“You make me nervous.” “Eddie be serious I’m trying to see where your mind is at with…us.” “I’m being fucking serious you…you make me nervous because what…what if there’s a day you wake up and realize you can do so much better than me? I don’t know what I’d do if you…if you decided to leave..I mean I wouldn’t blame you but I just…I really fucking love you and it’s terrifying.” “You love me?” “Yeah…yeah I do..I love you sweetheart.” “I love you too…and there’s never going to be a day when I wake up and want to be anywhere else but wrapped up in your arms because that’s where I feel the most at home.” “You’re it for me you know that right?” “Glad we are on the same page.” “God listen to us we sound like a hallmark commercial for one of their cheesy Christmas romance movies…” “oh you know you love their Christmas movies.”

“If I dropped to one knee right now and asked you to marry me what would you say?” “What took you so fucking long.” “Wait…what? Really? You wouldn’t run away screaming at the idea of me being your husband?” “No you dummy I’ve thought about you being my husband for a while now…I mean we live together and have a cat so it’s like the only thing missing is a ring on my finger and my last name being Munson.” “Oh…uhm well then in that case….will you marry me?” “Holy shit you’re actually doing it? Right now? I didn’t mean to pressure you I’m so-” “baby you’re making me really fucking nervous can you just say yes already?” “Oh shit I’m sorry! Yes yes of course I’ll marry you Eddie.”

“You know what I think?” “Honestly baby there’s no telling…” “don’t be mean Eddie.” “Sorry Princess…what’s on your mind?” “I think that you and I were meant to meet at the exact time that we did all those years ago because the universe knew exactly what I needed and who I needed to be loved by…so they sent you to me.” “I think you’re right baby…I had no intention of going to family video that night but all of a sudden I was pulling into the parking lot and not even five minutes later I run into you in the horror section.” “And look at us now…sitting in a bubble bath in our house on a Friday night because we are an old boring married couple.” “Boring? We aren’t boring…but yeah…crazy how time flies when you’re having fun with the one you’re meant to be having it with.”

“How much do you love me?” “I hate these conversations sweetheart they always end with me doing some ridiculous favor…” “so you don’t love me then?” “Now that’s…not what I said…you know I love you.” “How much?” “So much there’s not even a word for it.” “Oh that’s a lot…does that mean you love me so much that you’d come help me plant some new flowers in the garden?” “I knew this was going to end me with me on my knees somehow.” “Maybe I’ll return the favor later tonight if you don’t moan and groan while planting my petunias.” “I make no promises…you know how much I love moaning and groaning.”

“Can I tell you something?” “Is it going to make me cry? You know how I feel about crying Eddie…” “I don’t know? It might?” “Lay it on me.” “I think we’ve been in love before.” “Oh yeah? Like…in another life?” “I think we’ve always been in love and…will always be in love…in every life we live…I sound crazy don’t I?” “No Eddie you don’t sound crazy…I know what you’re talking about…what we have just feels too…special to only be for such a small amount of time.” “Exactly….I love you.” “I love you too…in this life and all the ones that come next.”

[heyhihellosworld]

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴

Mason Mount x reader

Word count: 1k

Summary: Mason's sour after a bad game

Warnings: Fluff, a little angst, Hotspur vs Chelsea should be a warning in itself

Notes: Just a very simple, basic short one-shot tbh but I just had to write about this match. I'm still reliving it and get just as angry all the time. Like how, just how.

You could see how he was fuming, anger and disappointment just oozing off of him as he walked off the pitch. Clapping a few claps as a thanks for the supporters before walking down the tunnel with his head down just as his teammates.

It wasn't a bad game for Chelsea, having made two perfect goals but the frustrating and disappointing thing had been the referee.

Two goals for Tottenham, both who should have been denied because of faults but no, nothing judged and the goals stood.

You thought you were almost more fuming than Mason at that moment. Screaming at the tv-screen as Cucurella was dragged down and screaming even more when nothing happened as a result.

It was a little funny actually how you never cared about football until you met Mason. After he had taken you to your first game, United vs Arsenal you had been stuck. Watching every game and every league possible. Just this evening you hadn't been able to go to the actual game because of a late meeting so instead opted to have it on in the background. It was probably better anyway because you were sure you'd stormed the pitch if you'd been there. Not so good for your career though.

When Mason came home you had calmed down a little bit, stood cooking dinner when he announced he was home with a flat voice.

You met him in the hallway with a hug that he immediately welcomed, pulling you close to him and wrapping his arms around your body.

"I'm sorry for the game, you deserved those three points" you said lowly against his ear, hearing him hum in response.

"Wait you watched?" he questioned, pulling away a little bit while you shrugged "Well of course"

"Didn't you have a meeting?" he questioned confused.

"Well yeah, I had it on in the background" you said like it was obvious. Mason cracked a grin at you, chuckling as he pulled you into his embrace again. "Bet that was really popular in front of your bosses huh?" "Eh, they barely noticed. I accidentally screamed once but I blamed it on the cat"

Mason laughed, kissing your temple "Babe we don't have a cat"

"I know but they don't" You grinned back, untangling from his grip to stir around in your pasta sauce. "What if they come here some day?" "Well, then i'll just say it ran in front of the bus or something" you shrugged again, delighted with his laughter as he moved into the house.

"You're really lovely, aren't you"

"I can be" you grinned back, turning around to peck his lips. He was already in a better mood which made you in a better mood too. "It smells really good" he said sweetly, pecking your temple again before pulling away, walking over to the hallway to pick up his wash bag. "I'm gonna go shower"

"Do that" you nodded, continuing to cook as he showered quickly, soon emerging from the bedroom in a comfy hoodie and sweatpants.

He looked really tired and you knew he was, it had been a real busy time this far and it was going to get even busier. Training and training and traveling around England non-stop. It was what he loved, his dream but of course it could still be exhausting.

"You wanna talk about it?" You asked softly as you stirred down the pasta in the pot.

"Not really, just disappointing. Like we did play well I think, it was a good game for us but the goals are just really disappointing and to know that it was supposed to be 2-0 but still only go away with one point is rough. I think we deserved more of that game" he huffed, venting off.

"Well, you're right, it is disappointing but at least you can go away with the feeling that you played a good game and that you are in a good place. You got robbed of those points, sure but you're in a better place and there are a lot of points to come. At least you weren't the one getting a cheap win and the ones robbing" Mason chuckled at your metaphor, grabbing two plates from the top cabin. "Well you're right about that"

"But to be honest it's kinda rough overall right now"

You raised your eyebrows at him, never having heard of it before. "What?" "Well" he sighed, leaning back against his palms on the counter. "We haven't started good have we?" "No, maybe not good but not horrendously either"

"Well it's just a really nervous tension in the group. Nobody knows what's gonna happen with the transfers and we haven't been able to adjust to the new group at all. I-I guess i'm just worried something huge is gonna happen"

"Well, I get that but you have to give it some time, it hasn't gone many games yet and you will get together in the team. And if something big happens.... well then we deal with it then. Don't go around worry about it know, just focus on getting in shape"

Mason smiled through your sentence before letting out an over dramatic gasp. "What?! You're telling me I'm not in shape" he said in a mock hurt, clutching his chest which made you laugh, handing him a plate of the pasta and kissing his cheek. "Well, we all know you can be better and even if it shouldn't be like that Chelsea isn't on it's best if you aren't on your best"

"Awwww" he grinned, making you laugh again while you grabbed your own plate. Walking towards the living room. "Let's watch some trash-tv" you announced, seeing his smile as he followed you out to the living room and dimped down into the couch.

"Gladly"