#on one hand my concentration is through the roof

[hissterical-nyaan]

Accidentally made the perfect study playlist that scratches my Metal+Viking music brain itch

[blvdheart]

LIKE A LITTLE PIECE OF HEAVEN

→ Sneaking around with your grandparents’ ranch hand during the summer!

CW: x Fem!reader with she/her pronouns, starts with fluff and turns into smut, switch!Leon, dry humping, cowgirl, butterfly (i think that’s the position name?), fingering, short hold the moan snippet, reader wears a sundress at one point, mention of a palm injury via a cut

WC: 1.8k

NOTE: written just for fun to entertain myself during an excruciatingly long car ride, sorry that it’s fast paced </3 title lyric is from ‘tulsa jesus freak’ also i tried my best at a southern accent for him okay

MASTERLINK

You always complained whenever your parents sent you on your annual trip to your grandparents’ place. Mosquitoes ran rampant and a prayer whilst holding hands was mandatory before every meal. Summer was supposed to be a break so you could be lazy in bed all day, but now you had to go help tend to the animals.

Sure, farm animals are cute and all…but gushing over how adorable they are is much different from actually taking care of them. So much for that ‘Charlotte’s Web’ childhood dream of yours, none of the pigs are like Wilbur!

But you had a change of attitude when you went the summer after your freshman year of college. Upon your arrival, your suitcase was hauled by strong skin-kissed hands, like if your packed belongings weighed a mere pound.

Looking up, your eyes met irises that rivaled the beauty of the ocean.

Oh.

You almost had to physically lift your jaw back up to introduce yourself. Then you ran upstairs to bury your face into your pillow.

Leon Kennedy. Would his last name suit your first name? Or vice versa? Jesus.

That first summer was full of fleeting glances and flirtatious conversation. There was something romantic about being in a space far away from civilization. Like you were in your own little universe with him whenever the two of you snuck around. During dinners, you always nudged at his leg with your boot to mess with him, liking the way he cleared his throat to ward off a smile.

And maybe you relied on silly methods to see if your feelings for him were reciprocated.

Pluck.

He likes me.

Pluck.

He likes me not.

Pluck.

He likes me.

Pluck.

He likes me not.

Pluck. Last one.

He likes me!!!

Childish excitement coursed through you, an instantaneous smile on your face. You thanked Mother Nature for giving you the answer you wanted.

You also thanked the Sun every day for gifting freckles to Leon. One day, you held onto his face and tried to count them all. Squinting your eyes, you counted aloud, missing the way he looked at you with nothing but sweetness in his gaze.

The world around you was muted, as if the cows standing behind the fence had stopped mooing just for the sake of your concentration.

“Sure this is gonna work? Listen, I’ve always been an optimistic fella but—“

“Shh, you’re distracting me.” After a beat, you groaned. “Fuck I lost count. Okay, hold still for real this time.”

“Sure, doll.” She’s real cute, he thought to himself.

Or that one time when the Sun’s beams were too hot and made Leon take his hat off so he could pour a fresh bucket of water on his head. You felt so betrayed at the sight.

“You’re shitting me!”

“What?”

“Your roots…” Not very polite, but you pointed at his hair. “I thought you were blonde. Like, born blonde.”

“Sorry to disappoint.” He hid his amusement with a shrug, lowering his head to give you a better look. “Haven’t had time to dye it.”

And of course, you owed the Moon some gratitude for being an audience member to a memory you cherished. If said memory could be physically stored, you’d keep it on a frame so you could rewatch the moment your relationship blossomed.

The confession came when two heartbeats aligned, two bodies snuggled against each other on top of the roof. Leon gazed at you as if you hung up the stars and moon that were beautifully assorted in the sky, the same ones he had admired all alone prior to you coming here. He never thought he’d have a pretty woman wanting to get to know him.

“This is crazy…I can actually see the constellations out here.” Your words were a murmur, the glimmering dots above reflecting in your pupils.

“And ya couldn’t back at home?”

“Pfft. With all the pollution in the city? Not a chance.”

“Yeah? Mus’ be a special night for ya, then.”

It was. But not because of the view, rather, because of the handsome guy holding you close like you were his girlfriend.

“Yeah, it is.”

A hat was placed onto your head. His hat.

You broke your admiration of the stars, turning to look at him instead. The tip of his nose brushed against yours, suddenly his hand was cupping the side of your face. His skin was scarred and calloused against yours, a physical manifestation of how different his lifestyle was from yours.

Books always made it seem like butterflies would be swarming in your stomach at moments like these. But you felt calm. This was fate, it was supposed to happen. And who were you to deny the universe’s pull and Cupid’s arrow?

Leon was a gentleman first and foremost. “Can I…?”

“Mhm.”

Your first kiss was witnessed by the moon.

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You kept in touch through letters. Leon was old fashioned, and very rarely did he pick up his cheap flip phone when you tried giving him a call. Something about his phone always being stored away, he hardly used the thing anyway. He already had the task of picking up the mail, so it wasn’t like your grandpa or grandma would get it.

You didn’t mind much. There was something endearing about sending letters, running to the mail like you were a dog fetching the weekly newspaper. It was hard to imagine his voice sometimes when reading his letters because he wrote all properly, it didn’t match his accent.

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to send another letter. I accidentally cut my hand when fixing up a fence and it took a while to heal, it left a scar. I’m okay though, promise. Just don’t want you to think I forgot about you or anything like that. Your grandpa was real nice about it, he gave me some time off, he’s got a kind heart. And your grandma kept cooking up some soup…said it would help me heal quicker. Not sure if it’s true, but it left my stomach happy and that counts for something.

The entire time I was resting, I found myself thinking of you. Would you have patched my hand up if you were here? Kissed my pain away?

Every time I look at the moon, I wonder if you are too.”

You always traced over his handwriting with an unclicked pen before proceeding to leave a kiss mark on the corner of the page and putting it in your stored pile.

Summer became the highlight of your years. You actually packed cute clothes now, flowy sundresses and some matching undergarments you wouldn’t mind Leon seeing. Of course, you also bought some riding gear, wanting to partake in his hobbies too.

The instant you were back at the farm and the two of you were alone, Leon grabbed you by the hips and pressed you up against the outdoor wall of the house, smiling at you all coyly.

“Missed ya. Shoulda jus’ stayed here with me.”

“Thought you liked me for pursuing a higher education?” Your grin matched his. Maybe after you got your degree you’d join him more often.

“Mhm.” God, that intellect of yours was sexy. He could listen to you ramble about your ambitions for ages. “Wish that college of yers was nearby, though.”

“That makes two of us…I missed you too, by the way.” Your lips inched closer to his. “A lot.”

His cheeks turned roseate, his heart thumping as fast as the hooves of a bronco at a rodeo. “…Yeah?”

“Don’t sound so unsure! Need me to show you?”

“I’d appreciate that, y’know how I am.” Leon wasn’t the most self assured, having been worried you’d find some college guy to get with.

All it took was some more sweet talking and daring touches on your end before he hoisted one of your legs up with your permission, the fabric of your dress lifting and bunching around your hips, the plush of your ass pressed against the weathered down paint of the walls.

He let you set the pace, keeping you steady as you bucked your hips against him, your panties soaking from the friction of his rough denim jeans. Your mouths clashed messily out of pent up desperation.

It didn’t go farther than dry humping, though.

Leon made sure your first time with him was more planned out, not wanting it to be in some confined space or rushed. You rode him until dawn, your knees meeting the soft blanket he laid down against the grass with each roll of your hips.

“Ah ah ah. Slow, sweetheart, slow.” He pleaded in a throaty voice, you were killing him, milking him over and over.

“Fuck…okay.” You slowed your pace, your breaths mingling when you rested your forehead against his.

“That’s it. Like that.”

And after that, there were more spontaneous times.

You wanted to get dicked down on your mattress so that’s what Leon gave you, if only your bed wasn’t so fucking squeaky. He had to put pillows behind your headboard.

“Shh…gotta be quiet f’me.” His hand covered your mouth, muting the moans that almost spilled from your mouth.

Leon wouldn’t live to see another day if his boss found his sweet granddaughter’s ankles hugging his neck and her toes all curled.

You ran your nails against his scalp, turning his hair into a mess, taking advantage of the fact he didn’t have a hat indoors. He bit down on his lip harshly to prevent himself from groaning aloud. Yeah, he had to climb out your window after that.

You almost got caught once inside one of the rundown abandoned stalls that was in need of some fixing. You were sitting betweens Leon’s spread legs, his hand down your pants. His palm gently smacked your clit with every push of his fingers inside your cunt. Open-mouthed kisses grazed your neck, making you loll your head to the side.

If only your granddaddy hadn’t interrupted.

“Son, ya in here?” Some incoherent grumbles before he got to the point, thankfully giving you some time to smack Leon’s hand away, snickering at the expression on his face — like he was about to be put six feet under. “Need yer help with the pipe I was tellin’ ya about earlier.”

“‘m on it.” Leon called out after pecking your lips, but there was a crack in his voice that left you silently giggling as he got up and wiped his fingers on his pants. He seemed so embarrassed, sparing you an apologetic glance and then tipping his hat down to hide his flustered expression from his boss.

But who knows, your grandparents adored Leon. One day he’d muster up the courage to tell them he was sweet on you, or maybe they’d catch the two of you holding hands under the dinner table.

Either way, you were no mere summer fling, and he let that be known by adorning your finger with a shiny promise ring.

[beansprean]

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oh my god they're engaged to be engaged...

(also this is entirely separate from the izzyguana series fyi, but my god I have drawn their little island so many times by now)

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Wide shot of Stede and Ed's ramshackle house on a hill of long grass, a forested mountain sliding into the sea behind them as the sun peeks above the waves, painting them orange and yellow. Some work has been put into the house since they found it: the holes in the roof have been boarded over or covered with tarp, a rickety porch railing and staircase off the left side have been built on from scraps, oil lamps have been hung on each corner, and an addition on the right side is in progress, rocks stacked on the wood-slat roof and tarps hanging from unfinished walls. Planks of wood, tools, and fishing poles are leaned up against the porch, the path to the house has been cleared out and defined by stones and shells, and a wooden sign out front has the words "Best Little Inn By The Sea! +fishing equipment" carved into it. Stede and Ed, wearing a teal blouse with brown leather trousers and purple tee with black leather trousers respectively, are standing on the porch and looking out over the land, arms around each others waist. Stede raises his arm in a wave and shouts, "Great to see you two! Come again any time!" In the foreground, Pete and Lucius are walking down the path away from the house, looking tired. Pete has one arm around Lucius's shoulders and his eyes are closed, head listing to the side. Lucius covers his mouth as he yawns, lifting the other to throw a halfhearted wave over his shoulder. 1b. Waist-up in profile of Stede and Ed on the porch, sunrise behind them. Closest to the viewer, Stede stares out after their guests, hand lowering, smile fading to something a little bittersweet. Ed leans into Stede, free hand in his pants pocket, and rests his head in the crook of his neck as he follows Stede's gaze with a thoughtful smile. Ed asks, "You ever think about that for us?" 1c. Repeat. Stede's hand drops further, wrist dangling, as he turns his face toward Ed with a bewildered smile. "What?" Ed straightens from his cuddle, embarrassed, but keeps his right hand on Stede's waist. His left gestures randomly as he scrunches up his face, avoiding Stede's gaze. He explains, "Y'know...the matie-monie thing, whatever."

2a. Zoom out slightly; Stede takes a step back toward the house to face Ed as he pivots with his back toward the yard. They are still connected waist-to-hand. Stede plants his free hand on his hip with a smug little smirk and says, "Well I certainly hope that's not your proposal." Ed waves his free hand in a 'stop' motion, flustered as he meets his partner's eyes, and splutters "Wha- no! No, mate, I just... 'M having a dialogue." 2b. Repeat, zoom in. Ed dips his chin to look up at Stede through his lashes, red-faced and accepting defeat as he mumbles, "...How would you want it to go, though? Hypothetically." Stede giggles helplessly, free hand leaving his hip to rest fingertips on Ed's chest. 2c. Repeat, the background cutting out in favor of the sunrise occurring between them. They are almost forehead-to forehead, both of Stede's hands now pressed to Ed's chest and idly playing with the tips of his hair. Ed stares at his face with hooded eyes. Stede smiles, gaze lowered to focus on his hands, and says "Oh, I don't know. A bit of romance, you know. Dazzle." 2d. Repeat, zoom in to bust, background now mottled oranges and yellows. Ed raises his head to look past Stede with a frown, brow furrowed in confusion as he repeats blankly, "Dazzle." Stede hums idly to himself, concentrating on petting Ed's chest. 2e. Repeat. Stede lifts his head with a little smile, putting them nose-to-nose and adds, "I wouldn't say no to some fireworks." Ed flusters at the pointed reminder of their first time, cheeks turning red and a wobbly smile creeping across his face.

3a. Repeat. Stede asks, "What about you?" Ed leans back from their embrace, smile turning incredulous as he repeats, "Me?!" 3b. Waist up of Ed as he turns, sunrise at his back, to lean his left arm against the porch railing. He glances over the yard with a resigned little frown, fiddling with a piece of his hair with his right hand. He replies, "I dunno. Never really thought about it." 3c. Chest up of Stede as he mirrors Ed's pose with a fond if slightly amused smile, stairs and forest behind him. Offscreen, Ed continues, "Bet you had a whole scrapbook of ideas, eh?" 3d. Repeat. Stede straightens with a "Well!" and turns his body to face the house. 3e. Knees-up from the house POV as both men lean against the porch railing, the yard, ocean, and brightening sky beginning to streak itself with orange beyond. Stede is facing the viewer, back to the yard, leaning with his elbows braced on the railing. He aims his gaze to the side with a bit of a pained smile and says, "When Mary and I were engaged, a scrapbook wouldn't have been much use." Ed is turned toward Stede, left elbow propped on the railing. He scowls and sticks out his tongue at mention of Mary. 3f. Repeat. Stede turns his head toward Ed, who quickly tucks his petty tongue back in his mouth and schools his expression into one of interest. Stede continues, "Everything had been decided for us already. Never really got to the proposal part."

4a. Repeat. Ed turns his body more fully toward Stede, folding his arms on the railing and leaning his head over them with a warm smile. Stede raises his eyebrows in surprise and goes slightly pink as Ed says, "I'll have to make it really good, then." 4b. Stede turns his body toward Ed, left arm sliding against the railing behind him and right hand cupping Ed's chin as he leans closer, nose to nose. Ed's eyes hood, looking at Stede's mouth as is curls into a loving smile. Stede responds, "Can't wait." 4c. Repeat. Ed suddenly goes pale and blurts out, "You'll say yes, though, right?" Stede freezes in surprise, lips puckered in preparation of a kiss. 4d. Repeat. Stede throws his head back in a loud bark of laughter, straightening up and turning fully toward Ed to cup his cheek in his right hand and his shoulder with the other. Ed aims an embarrassed, besotted smile at him as Stede replies, "Ed, of course! Who could say no to you?"

5a. Repeat, both now in profile. The orange and yellow light of the sunrise is slowly spreading across the sky from the left. Ed straightens up from his lean to bring their foreheads together, still a bit red-cheeked and with a nervous edge to his smile as he lowers his gaze. He says, "You can say no if you want, though." Stede smiles at him with every ounce of tenderness he has, hands firm on his cheek and shoulder. He replies, "There's nothing I want more than to say yes to you, Ed. Permanent ink, remember?" 5b. Repeat. Stede moves his right hand from Ed's cheek to hook around his back, tugging him closer as he leans himself back. Ed stumbles forward with a helpless grin, cheeks even redder, bracing himself with his right hand on Stede's chest. When their eyes meet, Stede's smile turns teasing and faux-sinister, continuing, "You're stuck with me regardless. Foreverrr~" 5c. Repeat, larger and brighter, as Stede and Ed finally come together in an affirming kiss, the land behind them retreating to allow the sea and sky to fill the background. The sun finally breaches the horizon, sending glitter sparkling across the waves and gilding the pair in warm golden light. Ed's right hand is cupping the side of Stede's neck, thumb tracing through his sideburns, and Stede's right is hooked fully around his shoulders, cushioned in his soft hair. They are both smiling into the kiss, unhurried and in harmony.

6a. Repeat as they pull back from the kiss just far enough to meet each other's gaze, arms still around each other, Ed's right hand brushing Stede's cheek and Stede's buried in the back of Ed's hair. Ed smirks flirtatiously, eyes hooded, and says, "You know... I hear there's a traditional engagement sex sabbatical, too." Stede matches his expression, left hand sliding down Ed's shoulder to press against his lower back. Stede replies playfully, "Oh, is there? I suppose I can plan that part, then." 6b. Repeat. Ed brings his left hand up to mirror his right, cupping both of Stede's cheeks, and arches up on his toes to lean over Stede with a teasing grin. His movement forces Stede to arch his back in the first motions of a dip, hands briefly flying free of their grip on his future fiance to try to catch his balance. Their lips a centimeter apart, Ed hums, "Mmm, gimme a rehearsal, first." Stede tosses his head back with a giggle in response, eyes closed, cheeks pink. Hearts float above their heads. 6c. Shot at the bottom of the hill Stede and Ed are stationed on, the packed-dirt path to the house curving upward in the background, the stones and shells now more conservatively scattered. Amidst the tall grass and tropical plants lining the way are handmade wooden signs shaped like arrows pointing the way to the inn. Words carved into them say "this way!" and "best inn!" Pete and Lucius are in the foreground, walking down the hill towards the viewer, Pete's right arm still looped around his husband's shoulders. They still look very tired with dark circles beneath their eyes - Pete still hasn't opened his. Lucius has, barely, and is scowling his way forward with a furrowed brow, declaring, "We are leaving them the worst review." Pete nods solemnly. Text nearby points to them and says 'kept up all night by noises'. Pink hearts and exclamation points spill out behind them from the bend in the path, echoing the lovey-dovey noises from above that must have made their stay so insufferable. /end ID

[capquinn]

Quinn would get so competitive making gingerbread houses with you when it’s just supposed to be a fun activity to do staying home on a lazy day

he'd be so insufferable. i bet he's the kind of guy who is just so naturally good at everything that its infuriating and always turns things into a competition without ever telling you that it's a competition

The whole point was just to have a lazy day at home, doing something festive and fun. But no. He’s sitting there at the kitchen table, sleeves pushed up, tongue poking out in concentration, carefully placing each gumdrop and licorice twist like he’s Michel-freaking-angelo working on the Sistine Chapel.

And honestly? His gingerbread house looks amazing. Like, annoyingly amazing. The frosting is perfectly piped, the roof is straight out of a Pinterest board, and he’s even managed to create these perfect little windows with crushed candy. Meanwhile, your house is… fine. It’s cute in its own way, but the roof is a little crooked, and you’re kind of just sticking things on wherever they fit, more interested in eating the decorations than anything else. You’ve already nibbled the corner off your gingerbread door, and you’re halfway through the pile of skittles you were supposed to share.

At some point, Quinn glances over at yours and smirks.

“You want me to help you with that?” Quinn asks, trying to sound casual, but there’s this little lilt in his voice, this smugness that he can’t quite hide.

His eyes flick to your gingerbread house, and it’s infuriating because you know exactly what he’s thinking. His is better, and he knows it.

You roll your eyes, popping a skittle into your mouth like you don’t care. “No, Picasso. I’m good.”

But it’s when he turns back to his house, humming to himself as he meticulously places another gumdrop on the roof, that you make your move. He’s so smug. His house is so perfect, and yours is… well, it’s standing. Barely. And it’s not like you’re jealous, not exactly, but he doesn’t need to rub it in.

So, you do it. You reach over the table, pluck the last of his skittles from the bowl — the ones he’s been carefully using to line the walkway — and toss them into your mouth without an ounce of remorse. You do it pointedly, locking eyes with him as you chew, like you’re making a statement. Not that you’re mad, but just because you can.

Quinn freezes, his hand mid-air with a gumdrop, and the look on his face is nothing short of devastation.

“Why… would you do that?” he asks, his voice tinged with disbelief, like you’ve just stomped on his dreams.

You shrug, swallowing the skittles with a little smirk. “They were yummy.”

“They were for the pathway,” he says, gesturing helplessly to the half-finished walkway. He looks back at you, then at the bowl, then at you again, like he’s trying to comprehend the betrayal. “Now I can’t finish it. We're gonna have to go back to the store.”

That sends you into a fit of giggles, your hand covering your mouth as you lean forward on the table.

“Quinn, oh my god. It’s a gingerbread house. It’s not that serious.”

“It is that serious,” he shoots back, though his lips twitch like he’s trying not to laugh. He points to his house, dramatically waving at the half-finished masterpiece. “Do you know how much time I’ve spent on this?”

“Too much,” you tease, biting back another laugh as his mock devastation turns to an exaggerated sigh. You push up from your seat and walk around the table, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck from behind. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

He huffs, trying to keep up the act, but his hands instinctively find your arms, his thumbs brushing soft patterns over your skin.

“You’ve ruined it,” he mutters, but the way his head tilts toward yours says he’s already forgiven you.

You lean down, pressing a light kiss to the corner of his mouth, unable to stop the grin spreading across your face against his skin. “It’s not a competition.”

Quinn turns just enough to catch your eye, his expression finally cracking as a breathy laugh escapes him. “If it was,” he says, a teasing glint in his eye, “you definitely would’ve lost.”

You gasp, playfully smacking his shoulder, and his laugh deepens, pulling you into his lap with a quick tug.

“Oh, come on,” he says, grinning now. “Admit it. You’re just mad mine’s better.”

“And you’re just mad I ate your stupid skittles,” you counter, poking his chest.

[multifandom-pleasures]

shadow x reader

A/N: sorry for dying on y’all - work was kicking my ass ! but i’m back with another shadow one shot because i’m obsessed with him. enjoy !

2:43 am. the light from your clock made it glaringly obvious the ungodly hour your found yourself to be awake at. your mind was much too busy to keep still in bed, tossing and turning and shifting as your thoughts screamed at you. you were starting to have too many nights like this.

you shoved your blanket off from you and swung your legs over the edge of the bed, rising to your feet. you padded your way to the door and opened it, peeking out into the dark hallway, squinting to make sure your roommate didn’t hear the creaking of the wood before you slipped out to make your way to the kitchen.

you flicked on the light, buzzing of the bulb the only sound to fill the silence as you began to rummage through the fridge for something to snack on. might as well occupy yourself with something good if you were going to be awake. in your concentration of debating whether to have an apple or a sandwich for your late night meal, you didn’t hear the steps following after you to join you in the kitchen.

“ what are you doing. “ you jolted and nearly hit your head on the roof of the fridge on your way out, turning to the voice. shadow stood there with his arms over his chest, still wearing his shoes and gloves. you squinted at the sight.

“ grabbing a snack. “ you replied, nabbing the apple before shutting the door, “ what about you? it’s late, I’d expected you to be asleep. “

“ I don’t necessarily need to. “ he replied with a small shrug, leaning against the doorway, “ I was cleaning my gun when I heard you leave your room. it’s late. “

“ oh wow, really? “ you craned your neck to look out of the window, faux awe on your face. you smirked at shadow’s humorless scoff, “ I couldn’t sleep, and I don’t think I will be able to for a while so.. apple. “ you lifted the fruit unceremoniously as you passed him to leave the kitchen.

“ any particular reason? “ he questioned before you could head back to your room, and you turned to face him again. the light illuminated the outline of his form.

“ just.. “ you waved vaguely to your head, “ busy up there. “ he hummed in acknowledgment, his face flickering with familiarity at the feeling. you were about to start turning again when he spoke up.

“ I could help. “ you rose a brow at him, “ since sleeping isn’t a necessity for me, and you won’t be asleep either.. I have something that could help. “ he motioned for you to leave your snack, and with a frown at having to discard a barely eaten apple you left it on the counter of the kitchen. he flicked off the light and began to make his way to the front door.

it was an outside thing then. you slid on your shoes and trailed after him as he stepped outside, making sure the door was locked before leading you to the side of the building. you stood patiently aside as he opened up the little garage, and as he pushed up the door you were met with something reflecting the moonlight.

shadow sent a smirk your way as he stepped into the darkness, and emerged with a sleek black and red motorcycle, his familiar insignia decorated on the sides. your lips parted in awe as he wheeled it up to stand it beside you.

“ you’ve had this the whole time? “ you gave him a shove to his shoulder, and he chuckled as he stood proudly before his bike.

“ I only use it for work; and at night. there’s no real reason for me to use it any other time. “ he hopped onto it, turning on the engine and giving it a little rev. you had a feeling he was showing off a bit. you smiled and rolled your eyes.

“ you’re offering me a ride then? “

“ no, I pulled it out just for you to take a look. “ he mimicked your earlier sarcasm, and held his hand out to you, “ yes, come on. before I change my mind and leave you to suffer with your thoughts. “

you didn’t hesitate then to take his hand, climbing onto the seat behind him. after a beat he motioned for you to wrap your arms around him.

“ you have to hang on. I hope you realize these things don’t have seatbelts. “ you let out a small embarrassed huff as you obeyed and wrapped your arms around his torso, clinging onto his back. he gave a small nod in satisfaction before kicking up the stand, and after making sure you were going to stay holding onto him; he rolled out of the driveway.

with another rev of the engine, he peeled out onto the road and the sudden speed startled you, making you tighten your grip on the hedgehog. you could feel the wind nipping at your skin, and you had to duck behind shadow’s back in order to keep your eyes open against the wind. you focused onto the side views instead; watching trees and buildings and eventually, other cars as they whizzed by.

your heart was racing at the adrenaline of the quick drive, and yet, shadow moved with precision. he was quite talented on the bike. he weaved and steered between vehicles, clearing out of the busy night streets before he found a nice empty road; and from then on out, it was only you, him, and the rumbling of the bike.

it was peaceful. you looked up to the night sky, the moon bright as it shone onto you and the sky freckled with stars. it was mesmerizing. as if shadow could sense your awe, he glanced back to you with a smug little smile.

“ enjoying yourself? “ you huffed and lightly hit his chest, and then pressed your cheek to his shoulder as you nodded. he chuckled, “ whenever I happen to find myself.. lost in my head, or lost in general; I do this. I find an empty road and I drive, until I find myself back home or until the sun rises. whichever comes first. “

“ you do it a lot? “ you asked quietly, and he was silent for a moment before replying.

“ often enough. “ you fell silent again, and shadow seemed content with that. his hand came back to rest on your knee and give a reassuring squeeze, in a simple gesture that eased the rest of whatever worries you had lingering.

the ride lasted for a good few hours, and by the time you found yourself back home you were drowsy. the rise and fall of shadow’s breathing underneath your cheek and the rumbling sounding from the motorcycle, feeling it reverberate through you seemed to soothe you enough to relax you into such a state. when the bike wheeled back up to your shared home, you lifted your head tiredly to let shadow slide off.

you could barely keep your eyes open as you moved to get off as well, and you could hear shadow chuckling as his arms reached out to help you. you fell forward into his chest, huffing as you closed your eyes fully and mumbled, arms wrapping around his shoulders in a silent request for him to lift you.

“ I don’t wanna walk. “

“ what are you, a child? “ you gave a huff and light kick to his leg. he sighed and after a moment to see if you would budge, he relented and wrapped his arms around your waist. he lifted you, and as you wrapped yourself around him, he made his way to the door. you could feel yourself beginning to nod off, cheek resting on the hedgehog’s shoulder as he made his way inside and towards your room.

you felt your sheets beneath you as you were settled onto the bed, your shoes being slipped off of your feet and then your blanket enveloping you. you squinted your eyes open to look up at shadow as he tucked you in, a small look of concentration on his face, as if he’d never done it before. he only frowned at your sleepy smile.

“ go to sleep. “ he murmured, his hand covering over your eyes to make you close them again. you laughed drowsily and swatted his hand away, then covered your mouth as you yawned. god you were tired. you nestled yourself comfortably in your pillows as you listened to shadow’s shoes thumping against the floor as he made his way towards the door of your room.

“ shadow? “ he hummed in acknowledgment, his steps pausing, “ thanks.. for taking me out. It helped a lot. “

“ I’m glad. “ he replied quietly.

“ can we do it again, sometime? just for fun? “ he chuckled softly.

“ we’ll see. get some rest. “

“ you too, okay? “ it was silent then, and you could faintly make out the click of your door as it closed, already fading out of consciousness as your lack of sleep finally caught up to you. you dreamt of riding out on shadow’s back under a starry sky, content and at peace with the hedgehog before you.

[flowersforbucky]

magnetic field

erik lehnsherr x reader

word count: 2k

summary: takes place following the events of days of future past. reader is a mutant with elemental manipulation powers.

a/n: this goes out to the three erik/magneto fans that will read this 🤧 i don't have high hopes for this but i still thought i'd give sharing it a shot. very well may end up deleting it but we will see lol

warnings/tags: a little bit of angst but mostly fluff! kissing, suggestiveness, implied smut but nothing graphic

You just keep me coming back

Something about how opposites attract

You hold me down

I'm in it for real

Love me, leave me high and dry

I'm back in your arms and I don't know why

I can't get around your magnetic field

- magnetic field by lights

It's just past dusk on a Sunday evening when he shows up on your doorstep with drenched clothes and dripping wet hair.

You knew that you were bound to see him again one day. You just didn't expect it to be here, or quite this soon.

“What are you doing here, Erik?”

You cross your arms and lean against the frame of your small cabin's front door, wrapping your cardigan tighter around yourself as you take in his appearance.

It had only been a few months since you had last seen him in D.C., but those few months had taken their toll on him. Dark circles encase his eyes that appear almost hollow.

“It always seems to rain when you're feeling particularly nervous,” he says with a half smirk. Thunder booms from above as rain beats down harder on the tin roof of your porch.

“It's Oregon,” you shrug. You concentrate on keeping your voice even. “It's rained for the last five days.”

He's not wrong. You do tend to subconsciously make it rain when you're nervous.

He chuckles under his breath, taking a step closer to you. Your breath catches in your throat.

“Do you really have to ask why I'm here?”

Now it's you who avoids his question. You have your hopes as to why he's here, but you can't bring yourself to feed into them. Not after all this time - after years of trying to move on while he was imprisoned, followed by a brief reunion during the events of Paris and D.C. that left your heart shattered all over again just a few months ago.

Can you really let yourself believe that he's simply here for you?

You raise a single hand to the side of his neck, your palm caressing the wet skin of his throat. His eyes narrow but he doesn't flinch away, only watches you curiously.

A second later, his previously soaked clothes and sopping wet hair are completely dry. He glances down, realizing what you did as you reluctantly pull your hand away from his skin. You think maybe - just maybe - a hint of disappointment flashes through his eyes at the loss of contact.

“Can't have you dripping all over my carpet,” you sigh, turning to retreat back into the house. You hear the front door click shut and you know that he's followed your lead inside.

“So, why Oregon?” He asks hesitantly as he slips his coat off and hangs it on a hook in the foyer. You turn to find him taking in the appearance of the place you've been trying to call home for the last few months. His eyes skim over the piles of books scattered throughout the small living room, and then to the bouquet of wilted zinnias on your dining room table that you had picked in hopes of making the bland space feel more lively.

“I'll answer your questions if you answer mine,” you offer, leaning against the edge of your kitchen counter. He walks to the dining room table a few feet away from you and pulls out a chair, taking a seat in front of where you stand.

“That sounds fair enough to me, darling.”

Your heart skips a beat at the familiar pet name. It feels as if it's been a lifetime since you've heard him call you that.

“I came here once as a kid,” you answer simply. “After what happened a few months ago, I couldn't bring myself to go back to New York. Charles, the mansion.. everything reminded me of you. I just needed to get away for a while.

He looks down at his lap, unable to hold your gaze. “I have so many regre–”

“Your turn,” you interrupt as you turn to the cabinet behind you. You rummage through it, gathering a tea kettle and a mug.

You aren't ready to hear his apologies. As badly as your heart has wanted to hear that he's sorry for so long, to hear him say that he regrets ever doing anything to jeopardize what the two of you had - you don't trust yourself to not crumble into a million pieces at those words now that he's sitting in your kitchen.

“How did you find me?” You ask without looking back at him. You fill the kettle with water, and bring it to a boil in seconds with the snap of your fingers.

“I'll tell you,” he says over the sharp whistle of the kettle. “But you can't laugh at me.”

You snort, pouring the boiling water over an earl grey tea bag as you try to ignore the swell of bitterness in your chest at the nostalgia of it. Memories of this exact scenario in a different time and place flash through your mind - a happier, more innocent time and place. You carry the mug over to where he sits and place it in front of him before pulling out the chair next to him.

You hold out your pinky towards him, elbow on the dining room table. He cocks an eyebrow at you.

“I pinky promise that I won't laugh at you,” you say, little finger still extended. He leans forward, lips forming a smirk as he wraps his pinky around yours. His skin is every bit as soft and warm as you remember it being and you dread the moment that he pulls away.

“I went to the mansion,” he answers with his finger still secured around yours. “I snuck into Charles’ study when no one was home and found some letters you had written to him. I saw the return address on the envelope.”

“Huh,” you muse. “I guess I see why you made me promise not to laugh.” You're not sure what you were expecting his answer to be, but you didn’t think it would be quite so… human.

“Your turn to answer a question, darling.”

Your only response is a small nod.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No,” you answer, perhaps a bit too quickly. “I don’t.”

His posture slackens, relief taking over his features. He leans over to where your fingers are intertwined, and presses his lips to the side of your pinky finger. It has been years since his lips have touched your skin, but you melt at the familiar warmth all the same.

“Good,” he sighs in relief. His breath fans over your skin, leaving a visible trail of goosebumps over your hand. “I do not intend to leave unless you order me away.”

Your eyes burn with tears that threaten to spill over. His sudden appearance, his words, his mere presence after so much time apart is overwhelming. Despite it all, you can’t bring yourself to care about the reasons why you’ve had to spend so much time apart.

He’s here, and that’s enough for you. Everything else can be addressed in time.

You bring your free hand to his face, cupping his jawline in your palm. Your thumb skims over the stubble that graces his cheeks.

“What do we do now?” you wonder aloud. His pale eyes crinkle as he gives you the first smile that you’ve seen from him in years.

“We try to make up for lost time.”

••••••

You heat him some leftovers from the dinner you had made for yourself not long before his arrival, a bowl of chicken noodle soup and homemade bread. He scarfs the food and the tea that you'd made for him down within minutes, and then retreats to your cabin’s small bathroom to rinse off the last few days of cross-country travel. He had brought a singular duffel bag that now rests on the foot of your bed - which just so happens to be the only bed in the house, seeing as how it's a one bedroom and you live here alone.

Butterflies fill your belly at the implication. There was once a time where it never would have been a question - of course the two of you would have shared the only bed in the house. Now, doing so could very well mean diving back in too quickly and ending up broken all over again.

But then again, didn't that become a possibility the second that you opened your door to find him on your porch?

“What’s on your mind?” His soft voice sounds from behind you. You had been so lost in thought that you didn't hear him exit the bathroom and wander back down the hallway.

You turn to find him leaning against your bedroom door frame, wearing only a towel that hangs loosely from his hips. His chestnut hair still drips wet.

Your eyes flicker between him and the spare quilt that you have piled in your arms.

“You can sleep in here,” you tell him with a nod towards the bed that you'd just put a set of fresh sheets on. “I'll take the couch.”

He chuckles lowly, standing up straight as you walk towards the door, blocking your exit.

“Don't be silly. I'm not going to kick you out of your bed in your own home,” he tells you in a gentle but firm tone.

“You're not kicking me out of my bed,” you assure him. “I'm offering it to you.”

Your cheeks warm under his gaze that you struggle to hold - your eyes threatening to wander down the expanse of his chest with the rise and fall of each breath that he takes.

“It's loads comfier that whatever cot that you were sleeping on in prison, I promise,” you jab at him lightly when he doesn't respond.

He hums in consideration, taking a step closer to you.

“It's not the cot that I minded so much while I was in prison. It's the fact that any bed without you in it feels empty.”

A clap of thunder booms in the distance at the same time that your heart skips a beat.

“I'm not expecting anything to happen, darling,” he assures you lightly. “We don't even have to touch. After so much time apart, I just want to be next to you.”

You exhale a breath that you didn't realize you had been holding in, and place the quilt in your arms on the dresser right next to you.

“Don't be silly,” you repeat his sentiment from just moments ago. You take a step closer to him, now able to smell hints of Old Spice soap from his shower. “Of course you can touch me. If that's what you want.”

“If that's what I want?” He scoffs softly, inching towards you. You place your hands on his hips, walking backwards until your thighs brush against the edge of your mattress. You're lodged between him and the bed, his bare chest practically brushing against yours.

“As if I’d ever not want that.”

He raises his hands to each side of your face and tilts your head up to look at him. His thumb massages over the swell of your bottom lip, his eyes locked on your mouth.

“Erik,” you breathe, and before you can get out another word, his lips are slated over yours. You pull him flush against you by your hold on his waist.

When you close your eyes and focus solely on the feeling of his mouth moving in synchrony with yours, you forget where you're at and everything that's happened over the course of the last decade. In this moment, you're not in a run down cabin in the middle of nowhere Oregon - you're in the courtyard of the mansion and he's kissing you for the very first time.

“I missed you so much,” he whispers against your mouth when he pulls away. You raise up on your toes, pressing your lips against his one more time before pulling back to stare up at him with a smirk. You sit down on the edge of the mattress and scoot back, pulling him down with you.

“Then let's make up for lost time.”

You don’t notice it until you're drifting to sleep in each other's arms hours later, but the thunderstorm that had been raging upon his arrival had slowed to a silent, peaceful mist.

thank you for reading ♡ comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!!!

[theemporium]

Wait wait, what happens in his van!!! Please? I beg of you!

well since you asked so nicely...👀

part one

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You had been counting down the seconds until the final bell rang. 

Ever since lunch, you had been a flustered mess and it was all Eddie’s fault. You couldn’t concentrate on anything but the stupid smug smile on his face and the way his hand fit between your legs and his fingers—

And you were a fucking mess. 

Your panties were soaked and your thighs burned a little from how much you had been squeezing and rubbing them together. It took all your self-control to not hunt him down and drag him out to his van during one of your classes. Or better yet, sort yourself out in one of the bathroom stalls. 

But you were patient and you waited. 

You waited and waited and waited, and god, did Eddie make it worth it. 

“Shit, baby, look how well you take my cock.” 

Your whines were muffled by the sweater you had nuzzled your face against, your body rocking with each of his thrusts. He made you climb into the back, telling you he wanted you naked and ready for him the second he shut the door. He waited until the entire parking lot was empty before he climbed into the back with you, cooing at the way your body shook and leaked for him—all for him. 

“God, you really are a fucking slut,” he groaned, the sound of skin slapping against skin bouncing off the walls of the van as he gripped your hips, watching the way your cunt sucked him in with every thurst of his hips. “Were you this wet all day, baby? Were you this fucking desperate all day?” 

“Just wanted you,” you moaned, your cheek pressed against the balled up fabric as your lips parted with silent screams as he pistoned from behind you. “Needed you so bad, Eddie.” 

The blood rushed down to his cock, his ego was practically through the roof with the cock-drunk rambles that left your lips. “Yeah? You wanted my cock, baby? You wanted me to fuck you dumb?” 

“So bad, Eddie,” you cried out, your hands reaching back to hold some part of him, to touch some part of him. Your whole body craved him in every way you could possibly achieve. 

But Eddie acted quicker. 

He grabbed your hands, managing to hold both wrists in one hand before he kept them pinned against your back. He used it as leverage, pulling your body back on his cock with fast, harsh thrusts as you screamed around him. 

“That’s it, baby, fucking scream f’me,” he moaned, his head falling back as your ass bounced against his pelvis. “Tell me how fucking good my cock feels. Tell me how fucking deep I am inside you.” 

You felt like a million nerves exploded like fireworks throughout your whole body. Your throat rough and raw from the moans and begs you let out, the way you screamed his name as you came around his cock, as he continued to fuck you to his own release like you were just a toy for his pleasure. 

Your whole body felt heavy when he finally slid out, your face pressed against his sweater and your ass in the air as he watched the mix of both of your releases leak out of you, sliding down your thighs to create a mess. 

“Mmm, my pretty girl,” Eddie murmured as he leaned down, pressing a kiss against the cheek of your ass before quickly swatting your skin. “Hope you’re not too tired, I’m nowhere done with you yet.” 

“Eddie,” you whined, wiggling your hips for him. 

“Oh? You ready to go again?” he said with a laugh of disbelief. “My pretty little slut, all fucking dumb and stupid for my cock, huh?”

You moaned at his words, leaning back in hopes he would reach out and touch you again. 

“Shhh, baby, don’t need to cry for my cock. It’s all yours.”

.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Bee Stings and Butterfly Kisses || SV5

Pairing: Sebastian Vettel x wife!reader Summary: Your husband takes nesting to a whole new level with the paradise he’s found to start his family. Warnings: established relationship, pregnant!reader, fluffiness WC: 1.4k

The property Sebastian had chosen to raise his children upon was everything you could have dreamt of and more. There were rolling meadows full of fragrant flowers, forests of conifers and evergreens, and even a lake with an abundance of trout. The house he had designed was built using recycled material and was sustainable to run with the dozens of solar panels on the roof. He had truly future proofed everything to live a life as environmentally friendly as possible.

“Did you know honey is the only food that doesn’t spoil if you store it properly?” Sebastian barely looked up from the old set of drawers he was upcycling into an apiary. “There were pots of honey found in ancient tombs in Egypt, around 3000 years old.”

“I still don't see why we need bees at our home.”

“Because, my love,” he said as he placed his hammer down and pulled you into his arms, “this is our future we are building. Without bees there’s no pollination, with no pollination there’s no flowers, or fruit and vegetables.” His hand splayed across your swollen belly, feeling his son’s kicks against his palm with a smile. “It’s our responsibility to protect our future.”

The outdoor sofa where you were reading was a current favourite place of yours. It was tranquil and warm and allowed you to get off your feet for a little bit while your husband pottered around in the garden. With only a few weeks to your due date everything ached from your neck to your ankles so you kicked your feet up and listened to the birdsong.

The hiss of pain was one you had come to know well recently and it only took a minute for Seb to appear at the edge of the garden, the metal gate squeaking on its rusted hinge. He cupped one hand over his cheek, one eye closed with a wince as he ascended the stairs to the deck.

“You wouldn’t get stung if you used the smoke, love,” you softly reminded him as he took a seat and pulled his hand away. “Oh dear, that’s a big one.”

“We don’t know the long term effect the smoke has on them, it could be poisoning them,” he said as he turned his head so you could use your nails to pull the stinger out without squeezing more toxin into his cheek. “They will recognise me soon and realise I’m not going to hurt them.”

“If you say so.” You loved your husband but you weren’t so sold on the trust building exercise he found himself in. More often than not after going to check the beehive you found yourself in this position, grateful he wasn’t allergic. “How is your queen doing?”

His lips pulled up into a smile and he sat down on the edge of the seat, pulling your feet onto his lap and massaging your swollen ankles. “You tell me, my sweet, how are you doing?”

Emotions swelled in your chest and you cursed as he laughed, leaning closer to wipe away the tear that escaped. “Damn these hormones. You should really stop being so nice so my poor tear ducts can have a break. Can’t you just be a jerk?” His laugh grew and with it the kicks increased. “Yes, yes, daddy’s laughing at me.”

“I would never laugh at your mother,” he chuckled, lifting your shirt to press his lips to your belly. Stretch marks littered the skin and you dared not to think about the other changes that you couldn’t see below the swell, but he still made you feel beautiful. “Everything she is going through is my fault.”

“That’s right,” you agreed with a smile. “Daddy spent a lot of time romancing and seducing me, and now here you are.”

Seb looked up, his long hair hanging in naturally soft waves around his face. “How could I not? You were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I could hardly concentrate on the race after seeing you.”

“It couldn't have affected you too much,” you said as you tucked his hair behind his ear, “you still won.”

“I had to make a good impression somehow, since I could barely speak a word when we were introduced,” he admitted as he looked out over the garden he tendered.

You followed his gaze knowing he was going to be a great father considering the care he gave to the garden, and you. “It was your eyes I fell for anyway, they looked sweet and kind.”

The rows of plants were just flowering and you traced them to see the little bursts of yellows that all too soon would become bright red ripe tomatoes. Next were the beans, too many varieties to count, all climbing the trellis Seb had made from the wood of fallen trees in the forest. Further beyond were your favourites, the bushes that were brimming with berries of every flavour. Each morning you would amble your way to them with Seb and a bowl, pointing out the juiciest looking berries for him to pick for your smoothie.

Patting his good cheek, you shuffled to sit up and swing your legs off the couch.

“Where are you going?”

With a groan you pulled yourself to your feet and rubbed the straining skin at your sides. “To get some ice to stop that swelling,” you said as you pointed to his face. “You need to be able to see properly if you are thinking about getting back in a race car this weekend.”

“I can get it, you rest.” He followed you into the house even after catching the roll of your eyes and watched you struggle to bend down to reach the ice tray at the bottom of the freezer. Unable to stop himself, his hands caught your waist and straightened you up before he grabbed the tray. “I don’t want you hurting yourself,” he said with a kiss to your temple.

“I said the same thing, but you still went and got stung.”

“But that’s because I have you to kiss me better.”

You smiled at the softness in his tone and gave him the gentlest of kisses to his swollen cheek, barely the touch of a butterfly's wing. “There, is that better?”

“Yes, I don’t even need this anymore,” he said as he turned to put the tray away until you stopped him with an amused look.

“Nurburgring,” you reminded him, grabbing a tea towel to wrap the ice cubes in.

He had been excited since he got the call from Christian Horner to drive the historic track, and in a car modified to run on eco-friendly fuel no less. He was not going to do anything to miss the opportunity to return to the racetrack, even though he enjoyed retirement and the quiet life he had built in the rural settlement. So, he quietly accepted the ice pack and carefully pressed it to his cheek.

“It’s a dangerous track, Seb,” you murmured as you took over holding it, cradling his other cheek with your palm. “Please be safe and come home in one piece.”

His hands came to rest on your stomach, nearly covering it all as he splayed his fingers apart. “Of course, my love. And you need to stay in one piece until I get home.”

You giggled and felt the strong kick responding to his voice. “I have a feeling your son will take his time. Would you resort to one of those dreadful planes if he decides to come early?”

His lips twitched in amusement, used to your jibing over the consciousness of his carbon footprint. “I could probably drive home faster, with a few speeding tickets along the way, but I might be able to lower myself to boarding a plane for him.”

“Ah, that’s a father’s love,” you giggled. “He doesn’t even know what a sacrifice that would be.”

Sebastian lowered the ice pack so he could dip his head and kiss you. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for the two of you.”

“Except get rid of the bees.”

His lips curled against yours in a smile you felt. “Except that.”

[courtingchaos]

Concentrated Bliss

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

A/N: Local one trick pony wrote smut again, surprise surprise.

Warnings: blow job, talk of living in someone’s chest, swallowing

NSFW 18+ No Minors

Caught unawares lounging on his bed with a folded back magazine held over his face, eyes squinting in the dimming light at the article he’s been reading, he doesn’t hear the creak of the chair in the corner. Pleather rubbing against loose metal while you slink off of it like you’re made of putty. Feet pushed back when your knees hit the floor quietly and you drop onto your hands to crawl on all fours, shoulders dropped to keep your head out of his line of sight while you pick through the detritus on the floor, your approach silent and unannounced.

He shifts on the bed, a dropped knee that opens up his hips and creates the perfect divot for you to rest your ribcage in. “Did you know Motley Crue have a fucking Lear jet?” His head rolls side to side in disgust. “Assholes.”

Your low hum doesn’t register, instead he just keeps reading and scoffing, his foot bouncing to background noise in his head. It’s a broken rhythm that he taps out and if you aren’t mistaken you can almost sus out the drum beat to When Doves Cry. A soft rhythmic press of his tongue to the roof of his mouth confirms when you catch a piece of the bridge and you have to stifle your chuckle. It’s for naught though, his attention laser focused so that he doesn’t feel the dip of his mattress when you start crawling up.

“Heavy metal my ass!” The back of his fingers smack the rolled spine hard. “I don’t know why I waste my money on this shit sometimes.” He says, bringing it closer to his face to keep reading. You’re almost at your destination now, his zipper straining at the pull of his splayed legs beckoning you closer. It takes your hand sliding under his ass to plant yourself fully before he looks down finally.

“Oh.” A smile with dimples that look deeper in the fading sunset. “Hello. When’d you get here?” The magazine is forgotten over the side of his mattress, lost in all the other forgotten things behind him, that hand tucking behind his head while the other one lays soft on your cheek.

“I was stalking over here for a minute.”

“I was so engrossed in hating Vince Neil I wasn’t paying attention, I’m sorry.”

“No it’s okay.” Your jaw fits in the valley of his hip too well, the back of your head leaned against his propped up thigh. “I was trying to be sneaky.”

“Mission accomplished.”

Under your cheek you can feel the warm press under his jeans and the slowly growing heat of his attention. Nuzzling into rough cotton makes him let out a long breath that turns into a hiss when he sees you bare your teeth momentarily.

“Hey, hey gentle.” He tenses for a pinch through his pants but it doesn’t come, your teeth instead biting around a belt loop to pull at it like a dog with a toy.

“Help me out.” Is mumbled around fabric that you drool on a little bit before that hand on your face drifts to his button. You pull at the slack as the button slips free and his zipper inches down with your enthusiasm.

“What are you up to?” The smile in his voice betrays his knowledge of exactly what you’re doing.

“Looking for my keys.”

“Oh they’re like, way in there.” He snaps the waistband of his boxers before sliding that hand back along your cheek, calloused fingers catching along your hairline. “Might need to nose around a bit.”

Propping yourself up on your elbows gives him a view of the very top of your cleavage from under a worn and stretched out collar. Skin pressing against skin while you get comfortable and he knows how warm it is in there; soft when he dips his fingers between to explore and leaves a trail of goosebumps behind. Right now though he keeps stroking fingers through your hair and watching you through half lidded eyes as your fingers crawl up his pelvis to loop over the elastic band.

Pulling down reveals your first prize, a dark thatch of hair that you mimic his movements in, fingertips scratching lightly at slightly ticklish skin. The hand behind his head grips at the base of his skull, a flex of his forearm that you don’t notice just like his bottom lip getting consumed more and more. Teeth peak out between reddening lips as he chews, a roll of a tongue outward to wet them, almost as if he could taste you on the air.

Your sole focus is on him right now but not him. Not his face and his hands grappling for gentle purchase along your cheek and his own neck. Not his body that’s become flush under your frame, tacky in the joints that are still clothed, heat that rises from his chest and up his face to his ears. You’re focused on him in this other way that makes him feel bashful like he’s a kid again and fumbling around in the dark. It makes his toes curl in his socks and his thighs tense around your arms the slower you pull on his pants. Anxiousness ripples in his belly with every puff of air you huff out in private glee, the small smile lighting up your face the closer you get to undressing him making him taut.

You find delight in him and that makes him nervous. There’s no way you look forward to this but, “all day sometimes” as you’d previous stated and as always you aim to prove him wrong. He lifts his hips almost unconsciously when you tug harder and suddenly the air is cool against his overheated skin. You drag a fingertip from coarse hair to the base of him and drag it up the velvet soft skin, touch light and fixated as you run over the ridge of the head. His own nails dig into his scalp now, his lip left forgotten to hang with his jaw in a silent gasp.

You look up and he swears you’ve got a mouth full of teeth meant to tear and rend under that deep grin. Your eyes glint in the near dark and if you ate him alive right here tonight he’d go without a fight. A monster snuggles between his legs to paw at him and all he can do is melt into the mattress when you roll out your tongue. Just the very point of it licks a thin stripe back down to bush and before you can pull away he’s pressing a thumb to the flat of the muscle to feel it wiggle. It wraps around and sucks him in, runs along the ridges on the pad and you keep your eyes glued to his however hazy his vision gets.

He tries to say something but there were never any words there to begin with, just an open maw breathing heavy. Fixated on your mouth that still descends towards his cock even with his thumb still trapped between your teeth. He’s stuck under your hands that lay flat on his hips to hold him still and give you something to leverage yourself on. Your nose runs down the little bit of exposed thigh before the edge of your lip grazes his shaft and he pops his thumb free. A gasp felt more than heard and he feels drunk suddenly as that thumb finds its way into his own mouth as yours descends on him fully.

A blow job is a blow job is a blow job, but there’s something about you specifically that makes him whimper into his palm. He bites down on the thumb in his mouth that tastes like you and can’t take his eyes off your fingers digging into his naked hips. Short nails drag lightly like your lips do when you pull up and already his propped up thigh shakes. With every pass of your mouth the air feels colder on his wet skin and he feels a loss deep in his chest for something strange. He jokes about crawling into your ribs sometimes to set up a home and maybe this feels similar but there’s perversion in this urge. Something animal that ignites in his skull and drives him toward you and your roving mouth. That tongue that inches out ahead of your lips to taste and teeth that drag light yet dangerous across sensitive skin. Your lips hold him in place when you smile around your mouthful and flick your eyes up to assess your damage.

He thinks about bucking up, chasing the heat of you to sate that base need for more. He thinks about you sinking your teeth into him to leave your lovers mark on the inside of his thigh. When you dip your head again and swallow around the length of him his eyes roll back before he can finish his thought, hands sliding down to card through your hair. He doesn’t guide you, as if you needed it, he just needs to touch wherever he can. His nails scratch your scalp and you hum around his cock, a deep purr that has him gasping to his ceiling and squeezing his eyes shut. Your tongue slithers hot against him while your hand finds its way into his boxers and you’ve got him pinned under your pleasure.

It only takes a gentle squeeze before he’s trying to pull your head up, small whispered ‘hey’s’ that trail off when you pick up speed. Again you catch his blurring vision and he sees your determination to have him desperate and boneless and who is he to deny you what you’ve worked so hard for. He babbles in the mounting pressure ‘I love you’s’ and many ‘please please please’s’, whimpers as the coil tightens and snaps against your onslaught.

Knees collapse against you to hold you close as one hand gets tangled in the ends of your hair and the other blindly grabs at the pillow behind his head to pull it over his face. He breaths heavy and fast when you don’t slow down and when you keep swallowing around him and when your hands keep roaming into sensitive valleys to press and grope. His brain turns to vapor and his thoughts disappear, leaving only room for you and your blessed heat.

You know when he’s had enough and you string him along for just second more while his thighs shake around your shoulders. He only pushes the pillow off his face when it feels like his oxygen is getting thin and he gets that first glimpse of your face post reckoning. A self satisfied smirk and a run of your thumb along that reddened bottom lip. It sings to him in the full dark now and when he gets his strength back he’ll manhandle you up to his mouth to steal your kiss. For now though, “You are a wonder.” His voice cracks and you smile, nestling your head back into the valley of his hip. A light fingertip traces softening skin with a curious glance and a deeper grin than before.

“I do try.”

[userlando]

I am FERAL please elaborate the lando cumming on his pants bc that anon put an image on my head that’s permanently etched with his red face, eyes slightly teary, desperately alternating between gasping and biting on the persons shoulder….

FUCK!!!!!

my heart rate is through the roof atm. I need to rest because I’m sick as a dog but here I am, writing another smutty blurb. y’all have too much power over me 😭

wild and unruly (1k words) lando norris/fem!reader smut 18+

He’s making these whimpering sounds in his throat, hands grabbing tightly to whatever he can reach, scrambling to get a hold on your hips and arms as you lead the both of you through the threshold of his cramped driver’s room. You shut the door behind you, only remembering to lock it the last second before you slot your mouth over Lando’s in a kiss that turns filthy the moment your lips touch.

Lando pries your lips open, breathing heavily through his nose and it does something so inexplicable to your stomach. He’s sweaty and worked up to the max, the leftover adrenaline coursing in his veins from the race a few hours ago.

You try to concentrate on getting his fireproofs off, but his suit is still tied tightly around his waist and you have absolutely no patience so you flatten your back against the wall, bringing him to you with the help of your hands against his ass. Lando moans into your mouth when your bodies make contact, hips pressing against your front and you can feel the hardness of his cock straining against your abdomen.

It makes you smile against his lips because you’d spent the last two hours undressing him with your eyes as he went through countless of media interviews, watching his cheeks turn pink and stuttering his words whenever you’d make eye contact. It made you feel a lot of things, one of them being powerful.

It was only natural that you’d take the first chance you get to lock him inside his room, the crotch of your underwear so slick that they were starting to smear your bikini line.

You pushed your crotches together, going through a million scenarios in your head because you wanted him in you. But you also wanted him in your mouth. It was quite a predicament that had you battling internally until Lando sucked your tongue and your brain short circuited completely.

Lando was starting to hump against you, hips working against you as he pressed you further up the back and you broke off your kiss to let out involuntary gasps. You watched your boyfriend bite his lower lip hard to keep his noises in, but something devilish in you egged you to keep pushing, to grind against him and work him up to the point where he wouldn’t be able to stay quiet.

You were both playing with fire, well aware of the countless of people downstairs in the garage and how sound travelled beautifully in the vicinity. Maybe that’s why it had you extra worked up, bringing a hand to the front and touching the hard outline of Lando’s cock.

He exhaled heavily, groan guttural as his hips jumped up and into your hand. You gripped him harder, doing your best to jerk him off but you found it fruitless because the amount of layers he was wearing made it impossible to get any real friction.

Instead, you pushed your head up to kiss him, smiling when Lando responded eagerly. You slid your fingers through his sweaty curls and gripped them tightly, the both of you moaning simultaneously when the unexpected pain caused his hips to grind forward.

“Want you inside me.” You confessed quietly, kissing his cheek and jaw before slotting your mouth right next to his ear.

Lando’s breathing stuttered when you trapped his earlobe between your teeth, pushing his face into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You gave off a hushed moan when he opened his mouth and sucked the sensitive skin there, and you should’ve pushed him off and scold him for marking you up because photographers were still lurking out there. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, especially when his hands circled around your back, trapping his arms between you and the wall to push you further against him as his grinding continued.

“Been thinking of your cock all day.” You continued, eyes finding the mirror across the room. It gave you a perfect view of the two of you, and showed how Lando’s back and hips were working against you. The sight of it made your eyelids flutter shut. “Wanna taste you. Please, Lando.”

Something about your plea made your boyfriend whine against your shoulder. You opened your mouth to take it further, to beg him to fuck you but Lando was suddenly sinking his teeth into your shoulder, no doubt marking you up, hips grinding forward as he gave off a low and drawn out moan.

His hands gripped you tightly against him, pulling you against him and it took you a few seconds to understand what had just happened. You blinked at your reflection in the mirror, hearing his laboured breathing and relishing in the sting of your shoulder where he was kissing softly; Like he was apologising for biting so hard.

But your mind was still reeling a little because oh my god, he'd just come.

You were too preoccupied with your thoughts to really care about the sting though, pulling gently on his hair to bring his face into view. His face in question was red, lips swollen and eyes blown wide as they looked into yours. It made your chest tight, thinking of how you were the only one who got to witness him like this. At your mercy and so beautiful.

Lando looked embarrassed though and you gave him a slow smile that you hoped would ease him.

“Sorry.” He was the one to break the silence, voice raspy and shy. “That wasn’t meant to happen.”

It made your smile turn into a grin, satisfying the urge to kiss him by bringing his mouth to yours. He didn’t protest as the two of you kissed slowly, softly before you pulled back just far enough to rest your forehead against his.

“That was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.” You confessed, laughter in your voice and it had Lando groaning as he brought you into his embrace, still too embarrassed to look at your gleeful face for too long.

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sorry if this was all over the place, i'm sick and delirious but i hope this was good 🤍

[earthtooz]

an accidental diluc fic in which you seek refuge at dawn winery in the midst of a storm. pining ensues. 1k words.

the fireplace crackles, a pen scrawls hurriedly on paper, and the rain that hits the windows of dawn winery is slowly beginning to ease, the oppressive downpour turning into something gentle and calming. you glance out the windows, unfocusing your eyes and mind from the novel in your hands to observe the slowing raindrops.

your pot of tea is empty now, your hair and clothes have dried completely now after being near a fireplace for so long, and your limbs are beginning to ache from how long you’ve been sitting around. perhaps it’s time to return home now. 

diluc, from where he works in front of you, doesn’t notice you, hands too tightly wound in his red locks to look anywhere but at his paperwork. he is so concentrated that you feel bad distracting him from his duties, but with the easing of the rain, you’d rather leave now in case the downpour starts again.

oh, but thinking of the trip back home is already an unappealing thought. it is so warm inside diluc’s abode with the fireplace a few feet away from you, his furniture is so comfortable, and you’d hate having to trek through mud and hills, sullying your shoes and attire. 

however, you would hate to disturb the ragnvindr estate more than you already have with your sudden appearance, frantic to find shelter from the downpour. it just so happened you were near dawn winery at the time of the storm, and when the redhead caught sight of you amidst the onslaught of rain, he hurried you inside with no room for argument. 

it wasn’t that the two of you were unfamiliar. you’ve known him properly for two years now, and you admit that during those years, you’ve developed quite the affectionate spot for the young winery owner. sometimes, you think he feels the same for you, but diluc ragnivdr is diluc ragnvidr, as close as you may be, you are reminded of how unreachable he is for someone like you. so although he is the one that ushered you into his home, offering you a warm place to seek refuge in the meantime, you are the one that feels most guilty taking up space in his home. 

in hopes of subtly catching diluc’s attention, you stand, careful to not let the cushions move an inch as you pat down your clothes.

despite your rustling, the red-haired still has not moved, staring at the paperwork before him as if they were the greatest heathen of his life. one of the maids notice you instead, quickly scrambling to your aid and asking whether or not something was disturbing you.

“no, no, nothing of that sort,” you reassure, unsure of how to act with someone so frantically attending do your wants. “i was merely preparing to leave soon since the rain has eased.” 

the scraping of chair against wooden floorboards fill the room and heavy footsteps follow. “leaving? at this time of day?” diluc asks, presence suddenly larger than life and occupying the whole room. you feel small in front of him, overtaken by a courteous guilt. 

the maid has left. 

“yes, at this time of day,” you confirm. “is that so wrong?” 

“it’s dusk, y/n. the monsters will be out and it’ll be unsafe outside by the time you leave.”

“i can handle myself,” you vaguely gesture to the vision and sword that hangs from your hips. still, his expression does not change. “besides, i’ve been in your hair long enough, thank you for your hospitality, but i mustn’t bother you anymore.” 

“you do not need to be so formal with me. while you are under my roof, it would be in my best interest to take care of you,” he crosses his arms over his chest, looking away from your eyes. “your company could never be a burden, either.”

you cannot help but smile at his shy confession, stepping yourself back in his gaze so he can see that warm grin of yours that he’s come to adore- not that he’d ever admit that to you. “oh?” you quip. “why, i’m flattered that you deem me worthy to keep around, master diluc, but i ought to get going now.”

“it’s still cold outside, your attire is far too little for this weather.”

“a little bit of cold never hurt me.”

“you’ll get sick.”

“i’ll refuse.”

“you’ll… refuse?” he snorts.

“i will!” you declare brazenly.

“you are not leaving the manor when it’s cold and dark outside.”

you ignore the fluttering of your heart at the obvious care he is showcasing. “i feel awful taking up space in your home, diluc.”

“my decision is final, you shouldn’t risk your safety because of silly assumptions believing that you’re ‘bothering’ me.”  

as if sensing leftover threads of hesitance in your resolve, he adds, “adelinde was looking forward to having you here tonight as well. if you want to leave at some point, can’t you let it be after dinner? i’d hate to disappoint adelinde by telling her of your departure.”

as if the universe had timed it, it was after his sentence that you began to smell an aromatic scent wafting into the room, one so delicious that it was getting harder for you to resist diluc’s invitations. 

“you’re just guilt-tripping me now!” you accuse, a glimmer of amusement settling in his red eyes.

“and you are stalling. stay for dinner at least, i’ll feel better knowing that you leave with a full stomach.”

“what are you two bickering about?” comes a third voice- adelinde, who peeks around the doorway with an affectionate smile. at her appearance, you straighten your spine and crowd away from the young winery owner.

“nothing,” diluc explains, “apologies if we were too loud.”

“please, save your conversations for dinner. the plates are ready if you wish to eat, master diluc.” 

“thank you, adelinde.” the redhead turns to you. “so, what will it be?” 

home could wait, you decide. “it’d be impolite of me to decline. i’ll stay.” 

he smiles in satisfaction at your surrender, seeming proud of himself for getting you to stay a little longer. you can’t see it, but the head maid can very clearly identify the warm bits of affection settling in the young master’s eyes, rolling off him in waves as you declare that you’ll return his hospitality next time. 

(you stay the night because shortly after dinner, the rain returned. this time, with thunder and lightning.)

© EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[kozumesphone]

astronomy

𝓽sukishima kei x f!reader

masterlist . . . ✰

𓆩♡𓆪 𝒶n : cassie!!!!! ilysm for requesting this <3 + i'm sorry I didn't write this sooner 😭 I had the best time nerding out about stars in this fic fr! alsoalso it's pretty short, so i'm sorry about that too 😩

𓆩♡𓆪 𝓌arnings + tags : stargazing , friend!tsukki x friend!reader , both of them like each other but are oblivious , no actual moves are made (maybe part 2) , very very short drabble , reader rambling about constellations (<3) , shooting stars ;

𓆩♡𓆪 𝓌c : 0.7k

“the sky is so pretty tonight,” I sighed. tsukishima and I sat cross-legged on our school’s roof.

since we were both a part of the student council, as co-sports captains, we had to stay back after hours to work on setting up everything for next week’s inter-school volleyball tournament that karasuno’s hosting.

we had just finished setting up all the stalls outside the court, and decided to call it a day since it was nearly nine in the night.

exhausted, I flopped onto my back. I pulled tsukishima down with me, and pulled out his arm to rest my head on.

“my favourite cushion,” I mumbled, smiling.

“my time as a cushion is very valuable, I must say.” he said, joking. “I bill by the hour.”

“yes, sir! you’ll get paid for being the best cushion ever.”

“I better.” he grumbled, and the both of us laughed.

after a while of just looking at the stars, tsukishima broke the silence.

“which constellation is that?” he asked me, pointing at the sky.

“oh! that’s hydra! it’s the longest constellation that’s ever been officially named.” I said, starting to ramble about it. “it’s made of, like, 17 different stars. oh my god, i’ve never been happier about how less pollution there is, in our prefecture. anyway, the brightest one there, if you see it,” I pointed at one star. “that’s alphard, or alpha hydrae. it’s like the defining star because it’s brighter than the rest, in the hydra constellation.”

“what about the one above that?” he asked, pointing to a quadrilateral-looking arrangement of stars.

“I think that’s… corvus? it’s symbolised by a crow or a raven. the four ends of the quadrilateral you can see, are gamma, delta, epsilon, and beta corvi. it’s associated with the greek god, apollo.”

I turned to check if he fell asleep, but he was staring at me quietly. he quickly whipped his head ahead, masking his smile.

I traced my fingers over the freckles on his cheek, under his eyes.

“this constellation’s my favourite one of all, though,” I whispered, observing his freckles. no matter how faint at night, everytime I saw them, I had this urge to trace every single one of them. join them like stars join to make constellations, and name them all.

his eyes fluttered close slowly.

I turned back to the sky, my cold fingers still resting against his warm cheek.

before I could continue telling him about the other constellations I could spot, a shooting star appeared at the edge of my vision. I sat up suddenly, and slapped tsukki’s arm.

“it’s a shooting star!” I exclaimed, in awe. “make a wish, tsukki! quick!”

I closed my eyes, and clasped my hands.

I wish I get amazing grades forever. and… I wish this moment with tsukki… lasted forever. I also wish for cute stuffed toys for my birthday this year!

I opened my eyes and turned to tsukishima, who was already looking at me.

“did you make a wish?” I asked, smiling.

tsukishima’s pov:

“make a wish, tsukki! quick!” y/n said.

my heart fluttered at the nickname, even though she called me that a lot. get a grip, kei! I chide myself.

her eyes closed, and her eyebrows pinched together in concentration.

I took in all of her features. the shape of her eyes. the slope of her nose. the curve of her lips. her beauty.

“did you make a wish?” she asked, opening her eyes and turning to me.

heat crept up my neck after getting caught staring at her. twice.

“yeah,” I lied.

every smile she sent my way, and every laugh i’d heard from her. every low moment in our volleyball careers we went through together. every win we celebrated with each others’ teams.

she was my dream come true.

what else could I wish for, if all i’d ever wanted was right in front of my eyes?

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[theweasleytwinsownmyjuicyass]

Wait for you Pt.2 | L.N.

Lando Norris x reader

Summary: Nothing can stand between true love. But what if said love is taken from one's memory?

Warnings: angst, fluff:3

Word count: ~4.9K

A/N: Hello hello! I have finally got aroud to finishing this piece! Hope ya'll enjoy it <3

Lando could not concentrate, not for more than a sentence before his mind was once again playing you as his favourite movie.

Your smile, your eyes it all felt too good to be true and lord… the kiss. Lando had to physically restrain himself every time his mind went there. All he wanted was to run out of this room full of people talking about plans for the upcoming race and just run to you.

His skin was itchy and on fire from waiting for your touch. Now that you’ve given him a dose, given him hope, he was hooked with anticipation for more.

After the conference everyone dispersed into their own rooms except for Lando who followed Oscar to his driver’s room.

“Oscar you will not believe what happened!” Lando giggled as he closed the door.

Thus began the recollection of the touching moment on the roof top with you.

“- and then I asked her out and she said yes, and even gave me a kiss on my cheek before I entered the conference room! Can you imagine that Oscar?! She kissed me!” excitement was pooling around Lando’s lower lash line.

Oscar had forgotten what a truly happy Lando looked like and no matter how tired he was now, he did not want to be anywhere but right here on the uncomfortably tough sofa, listening to his friend talk about his love, especially because that love was you.

“Well that sounds like good news mate, where are you gonna take her by the way?” Oscar watched the life drain from Lando’s face as the excitement for the rendezvous converted to pure stress of the situation.

“Oh my God?! Where am I going to take her?!” Lando started pacing around the small room in circles making Oscar feel positively dizzy just from following Lando with his eyes.

“HELP ME OSCAR!” The older male pulled at his own hair out of sheer desperation for someone else’s input.

“Well just take her where you’ve taken her before, it’ll help her jog the memory,” Oscar answered calmly, rubbing his eyes. Lando’s pacing really did make him dizzy.

“Wait, that’s actually a really good idea. She loved our first date, she was never tired from talking about it,” Lando‘s eyes sparkled with the memory of your hands wrapping around his every time you told someone about your first date. Those were the moments when Lando understood just how deeply he felt for you and how you loved him just as much.

“Exactly. Everything is gonna work out, I can feel it,” Oscar laid an encouraging hand on his teammates shoulder. If reassurance was what Lando needed, Oscar will be there to provide.

The next few days at the paddock were filled with shy glances and giggles as the date spurred the two to secure their connection. Your laughter was never ending as so were Lando’s bright smiles. It seemed that every sentence Lando could think of sounded like the funniest joke to your ears.

While Oscar explained their upcoming race schedule to Lando, comically unbeknownst to him, Lando’s eyes were trained only on one person, as for all his attention too.

“What do you think about that Lando?” Oscar looked into the eyes of his friend only to find his point of attention trained behind himself rather than at him.

As he turned to find the culprit of Lando’s attention, he found no one else but you perched on a counter, lit up by the golden evening sun. Lando giggled as you waved at him and lifted his hand to wave back at you, both of your blushes ever-growing.

“Oh c’mon man, we’ve been through this!” Oscar’s eyes rolled back into his skull.

Damn these two love birds. As much as Oscar was thrilled for his friends once again being together the shy-giggly faze is just as annoying as it was a year ago.

You winked at Lando and he almost lost his stance.

“Really?” Oscar signs.

“She’s flirting with me!” Lando became defensive clutching his chest.

“Mate she’s literally your girlfriend…”

“Yeah, but she doesn’t know that,” Lando’s smile never left his face as he watched your eyes focus back on the book that lay rested on your thighs.

In that moment something clicked for Lando. Life is truly as good as it can get. All uncertainty has been washed away by hope. It truly felt like you were healing him with every single glance. Perhaps it was just Lando’s imagination but whenever he met your eyes they were yours, he knew those eyes and for the first time in a long time Lando could let himself cry out of happiness when thinking of you. The clouds have dispersed, with each passing day you remembered more and said things that would make Lando stop in his tracks.

Lando no longer needed to look for you, because you were already there…

The over-packed luggage bag fell out of your hands at the sweet sight of a white fluffy bed. Lord knows you wasted no time jumping into the bed after kicking your shoes off at the door.

“Ughhh, this is heaven,” your voice was muffled by numerous pillows, but Lando still heard it clearly.

“I’m gonna set up my sim here, okay?” He asked, unsure if you wished for him to leave or stay. After all sleep was what you favoured over anything.

“Yeah it’s no problem, you know I don’t mind you being around,” you lifted your head slightly and shot him a smile.

“You’re the best!” Lando smiled in excitement and in a few minutes the desk area of the hotel bedroom became a sim racing corner.

“cute,” you admired the man only loud enough for yourself to hear.

It felt like only a couple seconds had passed before Lando was once again calling your name.

“Y/nnnn, are you sleeping?” His eyes met your half lidded ones. Gosh you looked cute, all sleepy… and so kissable.

“I am now,” you yawned the words out, eyes not yet fully open.

“Good, you better not be sleeping, I need you to see me win this,” his concentration in the game never faltered even with you on his mind.

“Don’t worry I’m awake,” you yawned once again making Lando chuckle. “You know, you could just wake me up when you finish and tell me the result?”

“Nooo,” he whined, “I need you to watch me win. Are you watching me?” He turned back for a second just to make sure you were behind him.

And you were. You were sitting there wrapped in a blanket, eyes big and oh so soft. You were there with him and that was all he ever needed.

You climbed out of the bed and stood behind him, hands in his hair and a kiss on his temple to which he let out a satisfactory sigh. ”You’re going to win Lan, I know you can.”

“I’ll only win if you’re by my side, love.” He crossed the finish line and turned around kissing you deeply before you could even congratulate him. His hands were quick to hook under your thighs, your warm skin tickling his fingers. He picked you up effortlessly, nestling the both of you into the bed that had already soaked up the scent of your floral perfume. It’s the same one he gifted you on your last birthday.

Your hands tangled around him, pulling him closer until you breathe the same air. His eyes were glossy, pupils dilated to a point where you could barely see the storm of green and blue. Your fingertips draged across his soft skin and to his silky curls. He was everywhere and you hoped it always stayed that way.

You’re still drunk on quality sleep when the morning light pulled you out of the peaceful slumber. Your hands instinctively reached out to the other side of the bed ghosting over the empty mattress, “Lan?”

A pout formed on your lips as you found the bed empty and void of any and all warmth.

Suddenly your eyes shot open but then again closed up, pain of the bright lighting residing in your retina.

You turned to your left side. Empty bedside. No Lando.

You felt yourself swimming in confusion. Your memories mixing with moments unseen before.

Was I dreaming? Dreaming of Lando in my bed? Quite puzzling indeed. 

But what puzzled you most was that you were in Spain, but Lando was not in your bed.

That revelation, for some unknown reason, did not sit well with you.

Overwhelmed you sat up on the bed, trying so hard to understand why for the love of god you were looking for Lando in your bed.

Why would Lando be here? Why was he in my dream? Was it really a dream?

You got off the bed and started looking for any clues that the dream was not actually a dream but reality.

Although the only thing you found is yourself feeling something for Lando Norris you had not felt before.

Dream or reality? This only served to confuse your heart further.

Your eyes caught the clock on the wall, a clear sign that you should hurry as the slender black arrow was about to meet the number seven.

Today was a free day for the grid. That meant that you were to meet Oscar and Lando in the hotel gym and later head for a complimentary breakfast with the two.

Hanging at the gym with them was not as fun as most imagine. Without their active energy being aimed at making jokes it was easy to get bored since you were not in a mood for a workout.

After walking around for a good five minutes you ran into Alonso.

Ever since you first came to formula 1 Fernando fit right into your life, kind of like a father figure at most times and sometimes as an older and much wiser friend.

For that very reason you were now sat at one of the many leather benches talking the older man’s ear off about everything that had been going left instead of turning out right.

“Every day whenever I’m left alone it just gets so annoying, like I truly have nothing to do, but I have nothing I want to do. Like I’m just trying to sit somewhere and relax but it somehow feels too bland,” a heavy sign exited your lungs making Fernando put down his weights and put all of his attention on you now.

“Take them,” he was clutching a plastic earphone box lightly in his left hand, extending it towards you.

“Don’t you need them?” you lifted your eyes out of curiosity but did not dare take them just yet.

Fernando was quick to brush your question off, “Ech, I don’t like these wireless things, I always loose them.”

Your eyes locked on the case. Do I even like listening to music?

“Don’t worry these are unused, I got them from PR this morning,” he let out a chuckle, unnerved by your silence after being surrounded by your voice for so long.

“Are you sure?” you were uncertain but Fernando thrust the case into your hands and ruffled your hair as you smiled up at the man. “Thank you Fernando.”

“It’s all my pleasure sweetheart, it’s about time you started listening to your music again.”

Fernando walked away before you could inquire him about your taste of music, and how he knew so much about it.

There it was again, that uncomfortable feeling. You felt as if you were behind in class, like everyone knew what was going on and which formula to use for a certain problem, but you did not.

Everyone around you seemed to know things about you before you got to discover them yourself and that did nothing but make you uncomfortable in your own skin.

That is where the spiralling set in.

All of a sudden the world shifted off its natural axes and you were no longer there. Your words seemed to get stuck in your head, your movements too slow and every time you tried to pay attention your mind was engulfed in a thick cloud.

It was all messing you up to further close in on yourself.

Lando noticed. Of course Lando noticed. Even if it was only a week, Lando noticed…

There was one thing Lando actually paid attention to and it was you. But once again his great attraction to you was beginning to pain him, little by little scratching at his heart. With each cold shoulder and weak smile he could feel it, he could feel you moving further from him while he was stationary, just a few steps behind you, nonetheless too far than he’d like to be.

Lando’s eyes drifted around the white ceiling of his driver’s room as he tried to trace his steps back and see what might have caused you to stray from him. Was it something he did? If it was he’d better fix it before it became too late. But what could he have done?

You had the date about three weeks ago, that was fine, great even, and he hadn’t had you so happy and respondent in months. Then there was the free week before Spain which he spent with his family while you went to Australia with Oscar, but you texted and called every single day, most days it was you who initiated the calls and reassured him that he was not keeping you from sleep as the two of you were separated by many, many hours.

Then there was the night you landed in Spain. Lando had waited in the airport for hours, wishing he was the one to take you to the hotel and surprise you with your favourite flowers.

He remembered Spain last year. He could never forget, it was your first time at a race as a couple, the relationship still fresh as a wildflower. Lando was hoping for a win, and he felt he could win with you by his side, like he did the night before on the sim, only because you were there watching him with your soft loving and undeniably sleepy eyes…

He expected to jog your memory with the help of the familiar Spanish scenery however it appeared to blow up right in his face the next day.

He picked you up at the airport and you were happy. Right? Yes. You jumped into his arms, you held his hand and even let a tear escape your eye as you held the flowers close to your chest. On the ride to the hotel you talked so much, excitedly telling him about all kinds of aussie adventures you, Oscar and his girlfriend Lilly got up to. He listened all through them with a pearly smile, even if he had heard the stories before from Oscar, asking you questions while knowing the answers to them only because he knew you’d feel cared for and appreciated if he asked. And to end the short but splendid night you kissed goodnight after he walked you to your room. It was meant to be a thank you for his kindness but the real thank you for him where your eyes.

Your eyes were his weakness since day one.

But the next day your eyes were not your eyes anymore… They were not yours ever since.

Was this it? Is this how life is going to be now? He will work and work to get just a bit of you for you to forget it all the next day.

He had heard about such a thing from doctors how some amnesia patients have clear sky days when they become who they were before but even a slight factor can alter that and not an hour later they can forget all that happened before.

Does this mean you will never remember him?

What if you never love him again…

“Lan get up you muppet we have a race starting in 20,” Oscar yanked the older boy awake from his daydream and watched him return to reality. “Everything okay mate?” he observed the tired eyes of his friend.

“Yeah… let’s go.” Lando trained his gaze away from Oscar and left the room first. As much as he needed to talk about you now, he just couldn’t do it, not to Oscar, not again…

Your fingers mindlessly wrapped around your ring pulling it on and off constantly before your skin started burning, but that didn’t stop your behaviour.

Thanks to your mind running faster than an F1 car you’ve figured out a few things this week.

First. You liked Lando Norris. And that’s great.

But dreaming about him being your boyfriend? Now that’s a bit too much.

Second. You liked music. More than you initially thought you did.

Third. You liked cornflowers. The blue ones.

You didn’t know that before. You couldn’t really think of a flower you liked before…

Fourth. You had no idea who you were.

There it was again, that unshakable feeling out of alignment. Like the whole world had tilted and you were no longer on the same axis as before. Was it only a few degrees off but you felt worlds apart from the days before.

Your heart was racing again, lungs refusing to take in the oxygen, though it was all around. It was easy and natural to breathe, something no one needed to think about to control, it just happened and for some reason you were once again stuck unable to control your own self, just as you were unable to calm your pounding head.

You entered the garage where Oscar and Lando stood listening to one of their engineers explaining something to them animatedly. The earbuds in your ears were almost unnoticeable, even with the melodic tune, until you made eye contact with Lando’s clear blues did the familiar tune follow.

But I knew you,

Dancin' in your Levi's,

Drunk under a streetlight,

I knew you.

All of a sudden it hit you quite literally like a truck full of bricks. And the world completely swung off its axis.

The memories spun as a wind whirl in front of your eyes.

It played like a movie.

Your eyes filled with tears before you could turn away and leave the crowded space. Too confused and much too overwhelmed with what you’ve just remembered.

There was Lando, and he was everywhere. He was holding your hands and he was kissing you and he was sleeping in your bed. But you didn’t understand where all of this came from, when just moments ago you were trying to figure out if you even like the man, now you felt such a tremendous pull towards him, it scared you.

Lando had watched your small smile fade into a look of confusion and your eyes filled with tears. Your last look was it. Eyebrows pulled together, eyes glossy. Something he had not seen in months now. Your whole face was contoured with memories of you two together. And he could see that, he could see it from your eyes, the eyes that recognised him once more, only they were not glistening with love but with salty tears.

She remembered me. She is crying.

Panic ran Lando’s blood cold. He wanted to chase after you but before he could take one step in your direction a firm hand on his shoulder held him back.

Lando looked at the hand before lifting his eyes to meet the concerned eyes of his teammate, “Lando I know what she means to you, but you have a race starting in 5 minutes. We need to get in those cars.”

“But she’s crying Oscar, something is wrong.” Lando’s voice was demanding and rough, if he needed to push Oscar down to get to you he’d do it, no matter how much the thought of hurting his friend displeased him.

Oscar registered the fiery gaze that made home in Lando’s eyes and he did not want to see what followed but he had no thought of letting him go.

“You have to make a choice Lando. It was never going to be easy.”

As much as it hurt Oscar to say those words to his friend, all he wanted was for you and Lando to be together again.

But Oscar saw you this week. And he saw Lando this week. And neither were sights to marvel at.

You were always an extension of Lando and he poured all he had into the girl he loved. But you were different now, and that was changing Lando, although not always in a right way.

By the end of the day if you did not remember loving him and if their labour proved fruitless Lando would have nothing left. No you, no him. For now Lando at least had F1 and Oscar knew that the only thing he could do is help his friend protect his precious job because he had no call in your mind or feelings.

Only a month ago Oscar felt how everything would work out, but maybe working out meant you two finding your happiness apart and not together. Healing separately and moving on from what had passed. As disturbing as that sounded, it looked like the only solution for both of your wellness.

“Boys, cars, now!” a voice boomed, directing them to take their positions.

Oscar and Lando shared one last glance before Lando pulled his helmet back on and settled into his seat.

It’s gonna be a tough race. Oscar thought.

As expected the race was unlike no other this year, 3 crashes, 5 DNF’s all while Lando drove with the concentration of an eagle, his eyes on the road, but your eyes in his mind.

Lando was rethinking everything, he quite literally had the time, almost two hours before he’s allowed out of this car and can finally see you, he needed to be ready for what was to come in the future… or if there was any future for the two of you left.

What if it is the end?

What if you don’t want him anymore?

A couple of tears travelled down his hot cheek and mixed with his sweat. His eyes were burning, his chest was burning but he pushed and pushed himself unafraid to perform a dangerous over-take with the car in front of him. Mere seconds later a loud cheer echoed through his ear.

“P1 LANDO! YOU ARE THE WINNER LANDO!”

“I won?” He repeated while finishing the cool-down lap, complete disbelief soaking his words.

As soon as he stepped out of the car it was all cheering and flashing lights.

I need you to watch me win. Are you watching me? His own voice resonated through his ears, the memory of your eyes before him.

That was the last thread before he broke down crying next to his car.

Everyone cheered even louder. They thought he was facing the high of his life while he felt like rotting in hell.

He needed you to see him when he won. Now he did win, but you were not watching…

He knew you. He knew you so well. When you told him you’d be there, when you kissed his cheek, when you watched the night sky with him, when you held his hand. He knew you’d come back to him. He knew he’d get to hold your hand again and watch you smile all thanks to his wit.

Only he did not know it would be temporary…

Air got caught in Lando’s throat, it was suffocating being encaged within the helmet.

While Lando stood on the podium accepting his award not once did he look down at the crowd before him. Keeping his eyes on the trophy or the other men sharing the podium with him.

But never down, never to the left corner where from the side of his eye he could see that cluster of bright papaya, never to the very front of that gate, never to where you were supposed to be standing.

Because inside he knew that you were not there, but if he never looked back there then there will be no confirmation, so the theoretical possibility that you might just be there was all he could get and he would hold on to it for dear life.

If he never looked down, he could just let himself imagine that you were there, watching him win…

“See boy, you can’t win everything, but when your time comes, you get all that you want. And Lando, you very well deserve this,” it was Fernando tapping the younger boy on the shoulder, expressing his congratulations.

yeah… I won a race but I lost my love.

Sadness encapsulated his heart and the last thing he wanted now was to pretend to celebrate a long awaited win. Before anyone could get their hands on him he disappeared to his driver’s room.

He opened the door and locked it behind himself. He needed to be alone now.

“Lando,” your soft voice greeted him.

“I knew you,” your eyes were ablaze, “I don’t know how or where it came from, but I knew you and I loved you.” You tried your best to calmly express all feelings that came crashing down on you mere hours ago.

“Loved?” Lando breathed under his nose, he was shattered beyond repair as your declaration made him take in a large gulp of air. Lando could feel himself getting mad. This is so fucking unfair.

“You’re so mean.” He slumped down on the couch, his eyes directed away from you.

“What? Lando I’m trying to-“, you stepped closer to him, instantly regretting that decision.

“AND YOU DON‘T THINK I AM?! I’ve been trying for months now, all alone, while you wanted nothing to do with me. You didn’t even know me, while I had to live around you, still in love with you. It’s so unfair, SO FUCKING UNFAIR ALL OF THIS!”, his hands waved with inner rage. He knew he wasn’t mad at you, it was not your fault, but he was mad at something and he needed to let that out. He needed you to finally know how he felt.

“Lando I am sorry, I-“, you tried to interrupt before Lando completely broke.

“IT’S SO UNFAIR THAT YOU WEREN’T THERE, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO WATCH ME. SURE YOU DON’T REMEMBER, BUT I DO, I REMEMBER, YOU PROMISED ME YOU’D WATCH ME WIN! AND YOU DIDN’T! YOU LIED!” With each word his voice became louder and louder, he was letting his emotions out for once, tired of holding them in for the sake of everyone else but himself.

“I know Lando! And I did watch you,” you tried to keep your mind levelled and let him let his frustrations out.

“NO, NO YOU DIDN’T, YOU RAN OUT BEFORE THE RACE COULD EVEN START, Y/N I SAW YOU!”

“I. WATCHED. YOU.” You’re the one to raise your voice now, getting close to his face. You needed to show him that you could hear him.

“We were here in Spain a year ago and you were sim racing before the race, you told me to watch you race, because you wanted me to see you win and you did win. But when we woke up the next day I had caught a cold and could not watch you race out on the circuit. You lost and you were crushed. I know Lando. I was there. And I am here now, only this time I was here too, I watched you race and I watched you win.” Your own voice glazed in assertiveness just to make him listen.

Lando’s eyes were in tears, his hands in tight fists unable to understand how something like this could have happened. All of these emotions crashing down on him, he didn’t know what to do, he did not know how to react, he was lost.

Your gentle touch worked to unwrap his tight grip and relax him before placing his palms on your tear stained cheeks.

You’d show him a way, the way you always had.

“I remember Lando. I remember everything. I am so sorry. I’m so sorry for leaving you alone for so long. I’m sorry it took me so long to come back to you. But we can fix this we can work on this together right?” you pleaded with your eyes, attentively searching his own for an answer.

Lando’s first instinct was to pull you into a crushing hug, breathing you in like you were his oxygen.

Lando finally felt at home. It was and always would be your touch, your presence that could ground him.

“You came back to me. I will do everything to keep you close, Y/n,” He whispered into your neck, the hot air tickling your skin making you giggle.

“You came back,” he held you even tighter and your hands were just as firm grasping him.

“I‘ll never leave you again,” you ran your hands through his soaked curls, letting the memories of your life before take over each one of your cells and fill you, “I’m sorry for taking so long my love,”

“Don’t be.” Lando broke the hug so he could look into your eyes again.

Now he saw his true prize. It was your eyes, your rosy cheeks, your glistening lips. You were back and you still loved him,“ I’d always wait for you.”

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Tags: @goldsbitch @cmleitora @mickslover @darleneslane @queenofmanydreams @ujws5

[lila-lou]

✨Obsessed - Pt. 6✨

Summary: After weeks of searching, you finally found Dean. However, he was no longer the man you had been in love with- but more importantly, no longer the man who never returned your love. Because now, in his twisted state, he was somehow obsessed with you.

Pairing: Dean x PregnantReader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language, fluff, Pregnancy

Word Count: 5608

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

The days passed and with only a few weeks until your due date, you were visibly exhausted. Your belly had grown significantly, and simple tasks like tying your shoes had become nearly impossible. Thankfully, Dean, Sam, and even Castiel had been incredibly supportive, helping you through each day. The nursery was finally complete, thanks to Dean’s dedication and hard work.

Right now, Dean stood in front of his beloved Impala, nearly on the verge of tears as he stepped back to look at the child car seat installed in the backseat. It was a sight that brought a mix of emotions. He loved the baby, but seeing his car transformed in such a domestic way tugged at his heart.

Sam joined him in the garage, noticing the tears in Dean’s eyes. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he handed Dean a beer. “I never thought I’d see the day, Dean”, Sam said.

Dean took the beer, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. He looked at Sam, struggling to find the words to express the mix of emotions he was feeling. “Dude, I… that’s… no… look at this”, he said, wincing as he gestured to the car seat.

Sam’s chuckle turned into a full laugh, though it was filled with sympathy. “Yeah, I see it, Dean. It’s a big change, I know. But it’s a good one”.

Dean sighed heavily, brushing his hand over the clean roof of the Impala. “Baby, I’m so sorry”, he mumbled, his voice filled with genuine remorse.

Sam, unable to resist, continued teasing his brother. “You know, Dean, it’s not like you’re putting a spoiler on it. It’s just a car seat. The Impala will survive”.

Dean shot Sam a mock glare, but there was a hint of a smile on his face. “Easy for you to say. Your car doesn’t have a car seat cramping its style”.

Sam laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, well, get used to it. This is just the beginning. Pretty soon, you’ll be hauling around strollers and diaper bags too”.

Dean groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Don’t remind me. I already feel like I’m losing my edge”.

Sam clapped a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “You’re not losing anything, Dean. You’re gaining family. And trust me, that’s worth a lot more than a pristine backseat”.

Dean sighed again, looking back at the car seat. “Yeah, I know”.

Meanwhile, you sat in the kitchen with Cas, who was intently focused, his head tilted slightly as if trying to hear something very specific. His gaze was fixed on your belly, and he seemed deep in concentration.

“Cas, what are you doing?”, you asked, amused by his intense focus.

“I’m trying to hear the heartbeat of your baby”, Cas replied matter-of-factly, not even touching your belly, just using his angelic senses.

You chuckled softly. “You know, you could just put your hand here”, you said, guiding his hand gently to your belly.

Cas blinked, looking almost surprised at the suggestion, but then he complied, placing his hand gently on your stomach. A moment later, his face lit up with a rare smile. “I can hear it. It’s strong”.

Just then, Dean and Sam walked into the kitchen. Dean’s expression softened as he saw you and Cas, while Sam grinned at the sight.

“What’s going on here?”, Dean asked, his tone playful but filled with curiosity.

“Cas is using his angel powers to hear the baby’s heartbeat”, you explained with a smile.

Dean nodded slowly, placing the empty beer bottle on the counter. His eyes caught sight of the untouched fruit bowl sitting nearby, and he turned to you with a look of clear disappointment. “Y/N, you’re supposed to be eating more fruit”, he said, his tone a mix of concern and mild frustration.

You sighed, feeling a bit guilty. “I know, Dean. It’s just hard to keep up with everything sometimes”.

Dean walked over to you. “I get it, but you need to take care of yourself, for the baby’s sake”.

Cas, sensing the change in the mood, removed his hand and stepped back, giving you both space.

Dean placed one palm on the table, leaning down towards you, effectively caging you in while he set the bowl of fruits right in front of you. “Eat up”, he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative.

You felt a surge of irritation flare up inside you, your pregnancy hormones amplifying your emotions. His tone, combined with the fatigue and stress you were already feeling, made you snap. “Dean, I’m not a child! You can’t just boss me around like this!”.

Dean blinked, taken aback by your sudden outburst. He straightened up, his expression shifting from stern to confused and concerned. “Hey, I’m just trying to help”.

“You’re not helping by treating me like I’m helpless!”, you retorted, pushing the fruit bowl away. “I’m doing the best I can, and I don’t need you hovering over me all the time!”.

Sam and Cas exchanged a glance, clearly uncomfortable with the rising tension. Sam took a step forward, his voice calm and soothing. “Okay, let’s all take a deep breath. We’re all on the same team here”.

Within seconds, tears spilled down your cheeks, the anger as quickly forgotten as it came. Dean looked helplessly towards Sam and Cas, but they simply raised their hands in surrender, indicating they were staying out of it.

You stood up abruptly, your emotions overwhelming you. “Go fuck yourself, Dean!”, you yelled, the outburst echoing in the kitchen. Without waiting for a response, you stormed out, leaving Dean standing there, looking stricken and confused.

Dean rubbed his face, feeling desperate and defeated. “I… I just wanted her to eat her fruit”, he mumbled, his voice tinged with frustration and hurt.

Sam, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation, placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “Well, you should’ve thought about that before knocking her up”, he said, a hint of amusement in his tone.

Dean shot Sam a look, half-glaring but also knowing there was some truth in his brother’s words. “Yeah, thanks for the reminder, Sam”.

Dean took another beer from the fridge, plopping down heavily on a chair. He grumbled under his breath, his frustration evident. “I’m supposed to be the one crying after installing that damn car seat into Baby”, he muttered, taking a long swig from the bottle.

Sam shook his head, trying to hide his amusement. “Dean, you’ve got to learn to pick your battles. She’s pregnant, emotional, and exhausted. Just give her some space and let her cool down”.

Dean sighed, rubbing his temples. “I know, Sam. I just… I want to help, but it feels like everything I do is wrong”.

Sam shrugged, his expression sympathetic but slightly amused. “Her hormones are crazy right now, Dean. Of course, everything you do is going to feel wrong to her. Just try to be patient”.

Dean groaned, taking another swig of his beer. “Patience isn’t exactly my strong suit, Sammy”.

Sam chuckled. “Yeah, I noticed. But seriously, Dean, this is part of the deal. She needs you to be there, even if it means taking a few hits along the way”.

Dean mumbled sarcastically, “A few hits? Last night she kicked me out of my own bed for breathing too loudly”.

Sam couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, sounds about right. Just remember, this is temporary. Once the baby’s here, things will settle down. Well, relatively speaking”.

Dean let his head fall dramatically onto the table with a groan. “Relatively speaking? I can barely survive the next few weeks”, he mumbled, his voice muffled against the wood.

Sam patted his brother’s back sympathetically. “You’ve faced demons, monsters, and the apocalypse. You can handle this”.

Dean lifted his head, giving Sam a weary look. “Yeah, but demons don’t kick you out of bed for breathing”.

Sam chuckled, shaking his head. “No, but they do try to kill you. Perspective, Dean”.

Dean sighed, rubbing his temples once more. “I just want to make things easier for her, you know? But everything I do just makes it worse”.

“She knows you’re trying, Dean. Just keep being there for her. Give her space when she needs it, and be ready to jump in when she asks for help”.

Dean leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. “I guess I can do that. Man, this dad stuff is hard, and the kid isn’t even here yet”.

Just then, you walked back into the kitchen, feeling calmer after taking a few moments to yourself. You saw Dean and Sam talking and approached them cautiously.

Dean sat up straight as he noticed you. He looked at you with a mix of confusion and concern as you pulled on his hand, guiding him out of the kitchen and towards your room. He followed without protest, his mind racing with questions. As soon as you reached your room, you pushed him gently towards the bed, your eyes filled with a mixture of desperation and need.

“I need you, now”, you mumbled, your voice thick with emotion.

Dean’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t hesitate. He cupped your face in his hands, looking deep into your eyes to make sure you were okay with this. “Are you sure?”, he asked softly, his voice filled with concern and tenderness.

You nodded, your need for him overwhelming any other thoughts. “Yes, Dean. I need you”.

Without another word, he pulled you closer, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed your back, soothing and exciting you all at once. You melted into his embrace, your body responding to his touch with an urgency that surprised you.

Dean carefully guided you onto the bed, his movements gentle but insistent. As you both shed your clothes, he took a moment to appreciate the beauty of your body, his eyes filled with admiration and love. He realized that the usual positions wouldn’t work because of your growing belly, so he adjusted his approach.

Sitting back on his heels, Dean gently lifted your hips, helping you find a comfortable position. He lined himself up with your entrance, moving slowly and carefully. His hands rested on your hips, steadying you as he began to push inside you. The sensation was different but no less intense, and you both moaned softly as he filled you.

Dean watched your face closely, looking for any sign of discomfort. When he saw only pleasure and need in your eyes, he continued his slow, deliberate movements. His hands caressed your thighs, his touch tender and reassuring.

“Are you okay?”, he asked, his voice filled with concern.

You nodded, your breath hitching with each thrust. “Yes, Dean. Just don’t stop”.

Dean was deeply conscious of your condition and wanted to ensure he wasn’t causing any discomfort. However, the slow rhythm quickly made you impatient. The need within you was growing, and you wanted more.

“Dean, please”, you breathed, your voice laced with urgency. “Faster”.

He hesitated, his eyes filled with concern. “I don’t want to hurt you or the baby”. he said, his tone gentle but firm. “I can’t risk triggering an early birth”.

You reached up, cupping his face a bit roughly in your hands , your eyes pleading. “I fucking promise, it’s okay".

Dean swallowed hard, the worry still etched on his face, but your reassurance gave him the courage to increase his pace slightly. He adjusted his grip on your hips, his movements becoming more fluid and confident. The change in rhythm brought a wave of pleasure, and you moaned softly, encouraging him to continue.

“Like that?”, he asked, his voice a husky whisper.

“Yeah", you gasped, your body responding to the increased intensity. “Just like that”.

Dean’s thrusts grew more purposeful, his control wavering as he gave in to the desire between you. He watched your face closely, the sight of your pleasure driving him on.

His gaze never left yours as his movements grew more purposeful, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge. “You feel so good”, he murmured. “So tight and perfect around me”.

You moaned in response, the sound filled with need and encouragement. “Please… don’t stop”, you pleaded, your hands gripping his shoulders for support.

Dean’s pace quickened slightly, his hips moving with a steady, controlled rhythm that sent shivers of pleasure through your body. “I won’t stop, baby”, he promised, his voice deep and rough.

The term of endearment sent a shiver down your spine, making your heart clench. He had never called you that before, and hearing it now filled you with a mix of emotions—desire, longing, and a deep, unspoken love.

Dean’s hands gripped your hips tighter, his movements becoming more forceful, each thrust driving deeper and harder. His eyes never left yours, the intensity of his gaze mirroring the depth of his feelings. “I love seeing you like this”, he murmured, his voice husky with desire. “Falling apart for me. You’re so beautiful”.

Your body responded to his words, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. “I’m so close”, you gasped, your breath hitching with every movement.

“I know, baby”, he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “I can feel it. Let go for me. Come for me”.

The raw intimacy of his command sent you over the edge. Your body tightened, a wave of intense pleasure crashing over you as you came, your muscles contracting around him. Dean groaned, the sensation pushing him closer to his own release. He thrust deeply one last time, his release flooding you as he held you close.

As Dean collapsed, the intensity of the moment left him barely able to hold himself up. He crashed softly against your belly, his weight pressing down gently. You groaned softly, feeling a mix of pleasure and discomfort.

“Dean”, you whispered, your voice a gentle reminder. “The baby…”.

Dean’s eyes widened, and he quickly shifted his weight, propping himself up on his elbows to avoid putting too much pressure on your belly. “Sorry, sorry”, he mumbled.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, the sound filled with affection. “It’s okay. Just be careful”.

He nodded, his expression serious as he carefully adjusted his position, making sure you were comfortable. “You okay?”, he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just… tired”.

Dean brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch tender. “You rest. I’ll take care of everything”.

As you settled back against the pillows, Dean moved to clean up, making sure you were comfortable and had everything you needed.

Within seconds, you fell asleep, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up with you. Dean carefully wrapped the blankets around your sleeping form, making sure you were warm and comfortable. He stood there for a moment, watching you sleep, a tender smile on his lips. Then, with a deep breath, he quietly left the room.

Dean walked back out into the main area of the bunker, his hair still tousled. He found Sam and Castiel sitting in the library, deep in discussion about a new case. They looked up as Dean approached, their expressions shifting from serious to curious.

“Hey”, Sam greeted, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Everything okay?”.

Dean nodded, running a hand through his messy hair. “Yeah, she’s asleep now. Just… needed some rest”.

Sam raised an eyebrow. “She was just tired?”.

Dean grinned, his expression turning mischievous. “And horny”, he mumbled, almost under his breath, but loud enough for Sam to hear.

Castiel tilted his head slightly. “Human needs and desires are quite complex. I’ve observed that pregnancy can often heighten such feelings”.

Sam chuckled, shaking his head. “Thanks for the biology lesson, Cas”.

Dean took a seat at the table, still grinning. “So, about this case. What have you guys found?”.

Sam spread out the papers again, refocusing on the task at hand. “Like I said, people are disappearing without a trace. No signs of struggle, no evidence left behind. It’s like they just vanished into thin air”.

Dean nodded, a thoughtful look crossing his face. “Alright, I’ll come with you, Sam. Cas, stay here with Y/N”.

Sam looked a bit unsure, his brow furrowing. “Are you sure, Dean? It’s only a few weeks until the due date. What if something happens?”.

Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Weeks. Not days. She’ll be fine, Sammy. Cas is here, and we need to wrap this up. Besides, it’s probably my last case for quite a while. I need to make sure I’m there for her and the baby when the time comes”.

Castiel nodded solemnly. “I’ll stay with Y/N and make sure she’s safe. You can count on me”.

Sam sighed, still a bit reluctant but trusting Dean’s judgment. “Alright. Let’s get this done quickly, then”.

They gathered their gear and prepared to head out, Dean glancing back towards your room one last time, feeling a mix of anticipation and resolve.

Before they left, Dean wrote a quick note for you, explaining where he was going and reassuring you that Cas would be there to help with anything you needed. He placed it on your nightstand, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead before quietly leaving the room.

The drive to the case location was filled with the usual banter and strategizing, but Dean’s mind kept drifting back to you. He knew he had to stay focused, but he couldn’t help but think about the future and the changes that were coming.

You slept for nearly 18 hours before finally waking up. As you saw the note Dean had left on your nightstand, a mix of emotions washed over you. You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness and a little disappointment. You had hoped Dean would be there when you woke up, but you also knew how much he loved hunting. For the last few days, he hadn’t left your side, and that dedication had meant the world to you.

You sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and read the note again. Dean’s familiar handwriting reassured you that he would be back soon and that Castiel was there if you needed anything. You sighed, feeling a bit lonely.

Cas appeared in the doorway, sensing your wakefulness. “Y/N, are you alright?”, he asked, his voice gentle and filled with concern.

You gave him a small smile. “I’m okay, Cas. Just a bit disappointed, I guess. I know Dean needs to hunt, and I don’t want to hold him back”.

Cas nodded, stepping closer. “Dean cares deeply for you and the baby. He wouldn’t have left if he didn’t believe you were in safe hands”.

You chuckled softly. “Thanks, Cas. I know. It’s just… hormones, I guess”-

Cas tilted his head slightly, a thoughtful look on his face. “Human emotions are complex. It’s natural to feel this way, especially with everything you’re going through”.

You chuckled, feeling a bit lighter with Cas’s understanding words. “Thanks, Cas. Can you give me two minutes to freshen up and get dressed?”.

Cas nodded, stepping back towards the door. “Of course. I’ll be right outside if you need anything”.

You quickly freshened up and changed into comfortable clothes.

As you bent down to pick up your brush that had fallen to the floor, you suddenly felt a rush of liquid running down your thighs. The sensation was unmistakable and immediate. Panic and realization hit you simultaneously: your water had broken.

“Cas!”, you called out, your voice tinged with urgency and alarm.

Cas appeared in the doorway almost instantly, his eyes widening as he took in the scene. “What’s wrong?”, he asked, his voice calm but filled with concern.

“My water just broke”, you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “I think the baby’s coming”.

Cas’s expression shifted to one of immediate focus. “We need to get you to the hospital”.

You nodded, trying to stay calm despite the rush of emotions and the growing discomfort. Cas quickly helped you get clean again and gather what you needed, his demeanor calm and reassuring.

As you settled into the car, Cas driving with careful urgency, you reached for your phone with trembling hands. You dialed Dean’s number, praying he would answer quickly. After a few rings, his voice came through, breathless and tense.

“Y/N? What’s up?”.

You could hear the background noise, the sound of heavy breathing, and the unmistakable clatter of weapons. “Dean, my water broke. The baby’s coming”.

There was a brief silence, followed by a string of muffled curses. “We’re just finishing up here. We ran into a nest of vampires. Hang on”.

That’s when the first contraction hit. You doubled over in pain, gripping the phone tightly. “Dean”, you hissed through clenched teeth, “the contractions are starting”.

“Shit”, Dean muttered, his voice growing more urgent. “Hang on, baby. We’re coming. I’ll be there as soon as I can”.

Cas glanced over at you, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the panic you felt. “Focus on your breathing”, he advised, his voice steady. “We’ll be there soon and the baby won´t come that quick”.

You nodded, trying to follow his advice, but the pain was overwhelming.

When you finally arrived, the medical staff quickly took over, guiding you into a wheelchair and wheeled you inside. Cas stayed by your side, holding your hand and offering quiet reassurances.

As soon as you laid on the hospital bed, the contractions slowed down again, but each one that hit felt like it was ripping you apart. You gripped Cas’s hand tightly, trying to breathe through the pain. “How long do they need to drive?”, you asked through gritted teeth, your voice strained.

Cas’s usually calm face showed a hint of worry as he gently squeezed your hand back. “About three hours”, he mumbled, trying to sound reassuring but clearly concerned about the distance.

Three hours. The thought seemed unbearable. You closed your eyes, focusing on your breathing and trying to stay calm. The minutes felt like hours as the pain ebbed and flowed.

The nurse came in periodically, checking your vitals and offering words of encouragement. “You’re doing great, sweetie”, she said with a kind smile. “Just hang in there. Your baby is on the way”.

Cas stayed by your side, his presence a calming force amidst the chaos.

Time passed in a blur of pain and worry. Each contraction brought a fresh wave of agony, and you clung to Cas’s hand as if it were a lifeline. The thought of Dean racing to get to you kept you going, giving you a sliver of hope to hold onto.

"I need Dean”, you whimpered, tears streaming down your cheeks. The pain and fear were overwhelming, and you couldn’t imagine doing this without him. “I can’t do this without him”.

Cas held your hand tighter, his eyes full of empathy. “He’s on his way. Just a little longer”, he reassured you.

Meanwhile, Dean was a wreck. He had reluctantly handed over the driving to Sam, unable to focus through his nerves. His eyes were glued to the road, his knuckles white from gripping the edge of the seat.

“Drive faster, Sammy!”, Dean yelled, his voice cracking with desperation.

Sam kept his cool, his eyes focused and his tone firm. “I’m going as fast as I can, Dean. We’ll be there soon. She´s still got time!”.

Dean fidgeted restlessly, checking his phone every few seconds, though there were no new messages. Every minute felt like an hour, and the anxiety gnawed at him.

Back at the hospital, each contraction seemed to last an eternity. You clung to Cas’s hand, his presence the only thing keeping you grounded. The nurse came in again, her expression serious but gentle.

“The baby is getting closer”, she said, checking your progress.

You nodded weakly, trying to focus on her words, but the pain and fear were overwhelming. All you could think about was Dean. You needed him by your side.

In the car, Dean’s phone buzzed. He fumbled to answer it, his hands shaking. “Dean? It’s Cas. She’s progressing fast. You need to hurry”.

“We’re almost there, Cas”, Dean replied, his voice strained.

“She needs you”, Cas said softly.

Dean sighed deeply. “I know, Cas. We’re coming as fast as we can”.

Meanwhile, in the hospital, you were struggling with the pain and fear that seemed to consume you. You turned to the nurse, your voice trembling. “Why is the baby coming already? I still had four weeks left”.

The nurse gave you a reassuring smile, her eyes kind and understanding. “It’s not uncommon for babies to come a little early, especially with first pregnancies. Everything looks good so far, but we’ll keep a close eye on you and the baby”.

You nodded, trying to absorb her words and calm your racing heart. The pain of another contraction hit, and you gripped Cas’s hand even tighter, tears streaming down your face.

Cas, ever the steady presence, leaned closer. “Dean is on his way. Focus on your breathing. You’re strong, Y/N”.

Time seemed to blur as you endured contraction after contraction, each one bringing you closer to meeting your baby but also amplifying your fear and anxiety. You could barely register the passing of time, each minute stretching into what felt like an eternity.

Dean and Sam finally pulled into the hospital parking lot, Dean practically leaping out of the car before it even fully stopped. He raced through the hospital doors, frantically asking for directions to the maternity ward.

Bursting into your room, Dean’s eyes immediately found yours. The relief on your face mirrored his own as he rushed to your side, taking your hand from Cas.

“I’m here, I’m here”, Dean repeated, his voice soothing and full of love. “I’m not going anywhere”.

You squeezed his hand, the pain momentarily forgotten in the relief of his presence. “Dean…”.

He kissed your forehead, his other hand gently brushing your hair back. Just then, another strong contraction hit, and you squeezed Dean’s hand so tightly that his eyes widened in surprise and he hissed in pain.

“Keep going, you’re doing great”, Dean said, trying to maintain his calm demeanor despite the pain in his hand.

The doctor entered the room, taking in the scene and quickly moving to check your status. After a brief examination, the doctor looked up with a smile. “Oh, someone can’t wait to come out. It’s time to start pushing”.

Your heart raced as you heard the words. The reality of the moment hit you with full force. Dean squeezed your hand gently, his eyes filled with love and encouragement. “You’ve got this, Y/N. I’m right here with you”.

The nurse positioned herself by your side, guiding you through the process. “Alright, with the next contraction, I need you to push as hard as you can. Take a deep breath, and let’s do this together”.

You nodded, focusing on Dean’s face and the sound of his voice. As the next contraction hit, you gathered all your strength and pushed, gripping Dean’s hand for support. The pain was intense, but the thought of holding your baby kept you going.

“That’s it, you’re doing amazing”, the nurse encouraged. “Keep going, just like that”.

Dean shifted slightly, curiosity getting the better of him as he started to glance down between your legs. But you quickly pulled him back, snapping with a strained voice, “Don’t even fucking think about that, Winchester”.

Dean’s eyes widened, and he quickly turned his attention back to your face, a sheepish grin spreading across his lips. “Okay, okay, I won´t", he reassured you, his grip on your hand tightening.

The next contraction hit, and you pushed with all your might, feeling the intense pressure and pain.

The doctor’s voice broke through the haze of pain and effort. “The head’s almost out. One more big push”.

With every ounce of strength left in you, you bore down, pushing as hard as you could. The sensation was overwhelming, but then you felt a sudden release. The room was filled with the sound of your baby’s first cry, and your heart soared with relief and joy.

The doctor quickly checked on the baby, making sure everything was okay. Meanwhile, Dean kept kissing your forehead, his lips brushing against your damp skin. His voice was a gentle murmur, filled with awe and love. “I love you”, he whispered, his words carrying the weight of a thousand unsaid emotions.

It was the first time he had said those words to you, and before you could fully process them, the doctor turned to Dean. “Do you want to cut the umbilical cord?”.

Dean blinked, momentarily stunned, then nodded quickly. “Y..Yeah". He gave your hand a final squeeze before stepping forward, taking the scissors from the doctor with a mixture of reverence and excitement.

The doctor guided Dean, showing him exactly where to cut. With careful precision, Dean severed the cord, his eyes never leaving the tiny, squirming form of your newborn. As he finished, the doctor wrapped the baby in a soft blanket and placed the little one in your arms.

Your heart swelled as you looked down at your baby, the exhaustion and pain melting away in the face of this new, overwhelming love. Dean sat back down beside you, his eyes misting with emotion as he gazed at the two of you.

“He’s perfect”, Dean whispered, his voice choked with emotion. “You did so good, Y/N. So good”.

You kept crying as you looked down at your baby, your heart overflowing with love and awe. The tiny bundle in your arms seemed almost surreal, a perfect blend of you and Dean. You could see Dean’s eyes and your nose, tiny fingers grasping at the air.

Dean reached out, gently stroking the baby’s cheek with a fingertip. “Hey, little guy”, he whispered, his voice breaking. “Welcome to the world”.

The baby squirmed slightly, making soft noises that brought fresh tears to your eyes. You looked up at Dean, your eyes shining with emotion. “He’s ours”, you whispered, the reality of it sinking in. “We made this perfect little person”.

Dean nodded, his own eyes misty. “Yeah, we did. He’s amazing”.

The minutes stretched and felt like mere seconds as you and Dean gazed at your newborn in wonder. The serene bubble of love and awe was gently interrupted by a nurse who approached you with a warm smile.

“I need to take the baby to clean him up and check his vitals”, she said softly, then turned to Dean. “Would you like to help?”.

Dean glanced at you, concern flickering in his eyes as he saw the reluctance in your expression. You instinctively tightened your hold on the baby, not wanting to let go just yet.

Sensing your hesitation, the nurse knelt beside you, her tone gentle and reassuring. “We’ll be quick, and he’ll be right back in your arms. I promise”.

Dean placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay, Y/N. I’ll be right there with him. He’ll be fine”.

You nodded, swallowing hard as you reluctantly handed your precious bundle to the nurse. Dean followed closely, his protective instincts in overdrive. Another nurse came to your side, beginning the process of cleaning and checking you.

As Dean helped the nurse with your baby, you could see the care and tenderness in his actions. He was gentle and attentive, his eyes never leaving your son. The nurse showed Dean how to clean the baby, and he watched intently, eager to learn and be involved.

Meanwhile, the nurse with you worked efficiently, offering soothing words and making sure you were comfortable. Despite your initial anxiety, seeing Dean with your baby brought a sense of calm and reassurance.

After what felt like an eternity but was only a few minutes, the nurse returned with your cleaned and swaddled baby. Dean was right behind her, his face glowing with pride.

“See? All clean and healthy”, the nurse said with a smile, gently placing the baby back into your arms.

You felt an overwhelming sense of relief as you cradled your son once more, his tiny form warm and secure against you.

And while the baby had cried the whole time getting cleaned up, as soon as you held him, he stopped. His tiny eyes fluttered open briefly before closing again, his little face settling into a contented expression. You felt a wave of emotion wash over you, marveling at how perfect he was.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 

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Part 7

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[harrywavycurly]

Christmas fluff with the Lonely couple? I miss them🥹

Hiii babes!! I’m sorry I haven’t given a Lonely update in a bit! I miss them too!! So I hope you enjoy this little fluffy holiday blurb for them!💖

-find all things Lonely here✨

CW: None

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Summary: You and Harry come home after a holiday party and he’s upset about the outcome of a certain competition✨

You have to fight off the laugh that’s trying to bubble its way out of your mouth as you see Harry standing in the middle of the kitchen with his eyes set in a hard glare and one hand on his hip while the other is resting on the kitchen island. You notice his suit jacket is draped over the back of one of the barstools as you take a step into the kitchen, you place your handbag on the same stool his jacket is on and walk around the island so you can look at him from the other side. Harry bends down and leans in closer to the object in front of him as if he’s searching for a flaw and you decide to copy his actions, leaning in and giving it a good once over.

“What exactly are we looking for?” You whisper, not wanting to break his concentration. Harry’s gaze softens as his eyes find yours from across the island, you give him a smile as you stand up.

“Do you see anything wrong with it?” He questions as he looks away from you and goes back to looking over the object in front of him.

“No? It looks nice.” You answer honestly making him let out a sigh as he runs a hand through his hair while he stands up straight.

“Then how the hell did Jim’s gingerbread house beat mine? His was basic and didn’t even have a theme.” You shrug as you walk around the island so you’re standing next to him.

“Was his the one with the skittles as roof tiles? That was cute.” Harry turns to look at you with a look of absolute betrayal on his face as he takes a step away from you with his hand that was on the counter coming up to clutch at his chest.

“Cute? You thought his tacky skittle roof was cute? How can you be my fiancé but fancy another man’s gingerbread house?” His words come out with a more playful tone that you know he intended but you ignore it and turn to look at the gingerbread house he spent probably a good two hours on earlier in the afternoon, wanting to win the contest at the neighborhood’s little holiday party the two of you just got back from.

“I mean Harry your icing job does look a bit rushed on the icicles coming off the roof.” You feel Harry take a step towards you as you lean in and point to the candy cane he used as a support for the roof. “And why is there only one of these? It looks like an after thought.” You add with a playful smirk because you know Harry ran out of candy canes half way through since his roof is covered with icing and crushed up candy cane pieces.

“You voted against me didn’t you? You wanted Jim to win?” He accuses as he stands behind you and looks at the red and white themed gingerbread house from over your shoulder, you roll your eyes as Harry places his hands your hips giving them a little pinch.

“Now why would I do that?” You question while you stand up and turn around so you can place your hands on his shoulders. Harry looks down at you and can see the smile that wants to take over letting him know you did in fact vote for someone else’s gingerbread house over his.

“I thought you loved me?”

“I thought I did too but then I saw Jim’s skittle roof and it was just so colorful and-”

“Colorful? Really? Baby you helped me pick my whole candy cane theme.” He says cutting you off with a playful glare and you just bring your hands up from the tops of his shoulders to the sides of his face, cupping his cheeks.

“I love you.” Your voice is sweet and soft making Harry want to melt against your touch. You smile as he lets out a clear sigh of defeat while his hands slides from your hips to your lower back so he can gently pull you closer.

“You’re mean.” He pouts making you giggle as you reach up on your tiptoes and place a quick kiss to his lips. “But I love you too.” He says with a smile when you pull away.

“Now admit it Jim’s skittle roof was impressive.” Harry laughs as your hands fall to his chest where the first few buttons of his dress shirt are undone allowing your fingers to trace the edges of the swallows on his chest.

“I don’t know if it was impressive but it was cute.” He admits before he leans down so he can place a kiss to the top of your head. “But not nearly as cute as you.” You smile at the line that although it may be super cheesy, still makes your cheeks turn pink because even after all these months together as a couple you still find yourself in shock sometimes that Harry even says things like this to you even as you catch a glimpse of the engagement ring on your finger, a clear sign that he not only thinks you’re cute but wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

“God I’m going to have to deal with lines like that for the rest of my life aren’t I?” You tease as you look up at him and you smile when you see he’s already looking down at you.

“Oh yeah and don’t worry they’re only going to get better when we’re actually married.” He reassures you as he pulls you even closer while he leans down and places a kiss to your lips and in that moment Harry finds himself forgetting all about the gingerbread competition he didn’t win because all he can think about is how this time next year you’ll be his wife and not just his fiancé.

[burntsecrets]

Sweet Chaos

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader Word Count: 1784 Summary: While staying in a cozy inn during a case, Sam surprises you with a gingerbread house kit he picked up at the local store. Warnings: Fluff, playful banter, NSFW, explicit sexual content, consensual intimacy A/N: This is for @moosekateer13 I'm your secret Santa for @spnfanficpond's Secret Santa 2024. I'm using the prompt for the @fluff-cember challenge, day 6: gingerbread house. I hope you like it!

The sound of the wind whistling outside the inn’s window pairs perfectly with the crackling of the small fireplace across the room. The case has been quiet so far—too quiet—but for tonight, you’ve managed to carve out a rare moment of peace. You’re curled up on the couch, flipping idly through an old book you picked up at the local thrift store when the sound of Sam clearing his throat pulls your attention. He stands in the doorway, his tall frame slightly hunched to accommodate the low ceiling. In his hands, he holds a brightly colored box, his dimples deepening as he grins at you.

“What’s that?” you ask, sitting up and tucking the blanket around your legs. Sam steps closer, holding up the box—a gingerbread house kit. It’s kitschy, with cartoon snowmen and candy canes decorating the front, but something about the gesture warms your chest. “Seriously? You bought that?”

Sam chuckles, setting the box on the coffee table in front of you. “I figured we could use a break. And hey, it’s festive.” You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. “Alright, Winchester. Let’s do this.”

The table is soon transformed into a sugary battleground. The kit includes walls, a roof, frosting in a plastic bag, and an assortment of candies that look slightly questionable but smell undeniably sweet. Sam carefully arranges everything with the precision of someone who has built a thousand IKEA bookshelves while you eye the frosting like a hawk–already scheming. “Okay, we start with the base,” Sam says, his brow furrowed in concentration as he pipes a line of frosting along the edge of the cookie walls. His big hands are surprisingly steady, and you can’t help but admire his focus.

“That’s cute,” you tease, picking up your own piping bag. “But my side is going to blow yours out of the water.”

“Oh, we’re making this a competition now?” Sam raises an eyebrow, his grin growing. “I thought this was supposed to be a team effort.”

“Teamwork is overrated,” you reply, nudging his elbow just enough to make his line of frosting wobble.

“Hey!” he protests, laughing. “You’re going to regret that.”

It starts innocently enough. You’re both diligently working on your respective sides of the gingerbread house, each stealing glances at the other’s progress. Sam’s side is neat, with perfectly aligned gumdrops and a roof that could be in a magazine. Yours… well, it has personality. “Why do you have all the gumdrops?” you ask, narrowing your eyes as Sam sneaks yet another piece of candy onto his side.

“Because I got here first,” he says, popping one into his mouth for good measure.

“That’s cheating,” you declare, grabbing the frosting bag and aiming it at him. Without thinking, you swipe a dollop of frosting across the bridge of his nose. The look of pure shock on his face makes you burst out laughing.

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that,” Sam warns, his voice low and teasing. Before you can react, he dips his finger into the frosting and smears it across your cheek. You gasp, feigning outrage as you grab a handful of flour from the nearby bowl and toss it at him. It’s chaos after that—frosting, flour, and candy flying in every direction. Sam’s laugh is loud and carefree, the kind of sound you don’t hear often enough from him, and it fills the small room like sunlight.

By the time the battle subsides, the table is a disaster. Flour dusts the air, and bits of candy stick to your fingers. The gingerbread house stands in the center, a wobbly, candy-laden masterpiece that looks like it barely survived a storm. You’re both out of breath, sitting side by side on the couch and surveying the mess. “Well,” you say, brushing a streak of frosting from your arm. “It’s not winning any awards, but it’s ours.”

Sam leans forward, inspecting the lopsided roof with a critical eye. “It’s got character,” he agrees, his voice soft. You glance at him, your heart skipping a beat, when you notice the frosting still smeared on his nose. Without thinking, you reach out and wipe it away with your thumb. His green eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the room feels impossibly quiet.

“Thanks,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. Before you can respond, he leans in, closing the space between you. His lips are warm and soft against yours, the kiss slow and sweet, like the moment itself. When he pulls back, his hand lingers on your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray bit of flour.

The air between you shifts, charged with something deeper, something you’ve both been skirting around for weeks. His eyes darken, flicking down to your lips before meeting your gaze again. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he admits, his voice husky.

Your breath hitches, and before you can think, you’re tugging him closer, kissing him with a fervor that surprises even you. His hands find your waist, pulling you onto his lap as the kiss deepens, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. Your fingers tangle in his hair, and he groans softly against your mouth, the sound making your pulse race.

Sam’s hands slide under your sweater, his touch warm against your skin as he trails his fingers up your back. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his lips moving to your neck, kissing and nibbling along your jawline until you’re squirming in his lap.

You tug at his flannel shirt, pushing it off his shoulders to reveal the toned muscles underneath. He’s breathtaking, all broad shoulders and lean strength, and the way he’s looking at you makes your knees weak. “Sam,” you whisper, your voice barely audible as he shifts, laying you down on the couch and settling between your thighs.

He pauses, his hand cupping your cheek as he searches your eyes. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice gentle despite the tension in his body.

“Yes,” you breathe, pulling him down for another kiss.

Sam’s lips trail fire down your neck as his hands caress your sides, the warmth of his touch chasing away every thought but him. He shifts his weight, pressing his body against yours, and the heat of him sears through your clothes. Your hands slide over the planes of his shoulders, gripping him as his mouth moves lower, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone.

The soft glow of the fire bathes the room in flickering light, casting shadows across Sam’s face as he pulls back to look at you. His hair falls slightly into his eyes, his lips swollen, and his chest heaving. “You’re incredible,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “I don’t think I can take my time with you.”

Your fingers skim over his jaw, your thumb tracing the edge of his lips. “Who says I want you to?” you tease, your voice breathy. The words light a spark in him, and he leans down, claiming your lips with renewed intensity.

In one fluid motion, he sits back, lifting you into his arms as though you weigh nothing. You let out a soft laugh of surprise, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to the bed. He lays you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours as he settles over you. The tension between you hums like a live wire, the weight of his body grounding you in the moment.

His hands are sure as they slide beneath your sweater, pushing it up and over your head. You shiver as the cool air brushes your skin, but Sam’s touch is quick to warm you. He leans down, his lips brushing across your shoulder, then lower, kissing along the curve of your breast. Your back arches as his hands explore, every touch sending sparks skittering down your spine.

You tug at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours. He obliges, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. Your hands roam over his chest, marveling at the heat and strength of him, the way his muscles flex beneath your touch. Sam groans softly as your fingers trace the lines of his abdomen, his hips pressing against yours in response.

“God, you drive me crazy,” he murmurs, his lips finding yours again. His kiss is fierce, all-consuming, and you lose yourself in the sensation of him. His hands trail down your sides, hooking into the waistband of your pants and tugging them down. You help him, shimmying out of them as he follows with his own, leaving you both bare and vulnerable in the firelight.

Sam pauses, his gaze raking over you as though committing every detail to memory. “You’re perfect,” he whispers, his voice reverent. His words make your heart flutter, but there’s no time to dwell on them as he leans down, his lips brushing over your ear. “Let me show you.”

What follows is a blur of sensation—his lips and hands exploring every inch of you, the way he whispers your name like a prayer, the way his body moves with yours in perfect rhythm. The fire crackles in the hearth, the snow falls softly outside, and the world narrows to the heat between you, the way he makes you feel like you’re the only thing that matters.

Time seems to stand still as you reach the peak together, his name spilling from your lips as he groans yours into your neck. He holds you close, his body trembling slightly as the moment washes over you both. The room is silent except for the sound of your breathing, the fire casting a warm glow over the two of you.

Sam rolls onto his side, pulling you into his arms. His hand brushes your hair back from your face, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I think we make a damn good team,” he murmurs, his voice low and content.

You smile, resting your head against his chest. “Only when you don’t steal all the gumdrops,” you reply, your tone teasing but affectionate.

He chuckles, his laugh rumbling against your cheek. “Fair enough. Next time, I’ll share.” His arms tighten around you, and you let yourself relax into his embrace, the warmth of him and the fire lulling you into a blissful haze.

The snow continues to fall outside, blanketing the world in quiet, but inside the inn, the earlier chaos has given way to something softer, deeper, and undeniably real. For now, the case and the danger can wait. Tonight, it’s just you and Sam, and that’s more than enough.