#she is so hot and wearing a shirt she bought to look like her favorite hot star trek character

[imperaptorfuriosa]

currently sharing a hotel room with THEE Girl and nothing has been discussed or implied or actioned on. am i sooooo burnt to a crisp by the trials of the day and cant even think straight (HA) but am also still thinking extremely straight.....

[smut-slut69]

★~"Girl's Just Wanna Have Sun"~★

★Hashira x fem!Reader★

Synopsis★How the Hashira react when they see their pretty little wife in a sundress themed after their Haori.(Minus Muichiro Ofc, cause I'm not a weirdo)★

Gyomei Himejime

Gyomei would want to show his appreciation towards you

His sweet little wife who knew how much small things mattered to him

You who hated the hot summer sun but still took walks through nature with him

Ate meals with him during the humid nights

And even accompanied him to dinners with the Master and his wife

In a pretty dress that matched his Haori, that you told him you bought purely because it relieved you from the summer heat

But he was sure you were doing it because you knew how much it meant for him to have his wife walking around with a symbol of him on her

How could he not reward you for that

"She's nice and loud for me today isn't she" Gyomei whispers in your ear. The sound sends a pleasant shiver down your spine and straight to your cunt. Which was currently being stuffed by two of Gyomei's thick fingers. You could barely listen to the constant flow of praises your husband was slurring in your ears. Everything was just so hot. The air of your bedroom, his warm fingers curled inside of you, his breath on your neck. And the green dress that had gotten you into this situation was starting to feel suffocating in the best way possible. Gyomei was entranced at the way you pussy took his fingers all the way to his knuckles. You were so wet, he could hear and feel it, the juices starting to leak onto his pants. But he wouldn't complain. The only thing he loved more than rewarding you, was rewarding your pretty cunt. So he could let the stain slide. "You hear her talking Y/n, I think she likes being full...and you earned it for her" Gyomei grins. "Mmm, guess she should thank you, make you cum real good"

Giyuu Tomioka

Giyuu can't help himself when he sees you in it

He definitely hates the summer

There are so many things about it that annoy him

The sun is pestering, the mosquitoes are always out, and his hair frizzes in the humid climate

But there was one good thing about the summer

Seeing his wife in her favorite way to stay cool

Sundresses

His favorite is the one you wear that is decorated with intricate waves of water

It reminded him of his own breathing style...and the way he made you squirt on his tongue

"B-Baby you said- fuck" you groan as your husband dives back into your slit. Lapping at your pussy without tire, as if he hadn't been at it for nearly an hour and a half. He heard and understood what you were trying to say. He had told you if you squirted one more time he'd let up. And he'd said that at least 3 times so far, and he had a feeling he'd be saying it again soon. To be fair, you knew how Giyuu got when he was between your legs. The man was insatiable, he would eat at your clit until he knew for sure you couldn't handle cumming again. And it was such a glorious form of torture. Cumming over and over again on your husband's tongue, juices squirting from you to the point they were dripping all over his face and onto his shirt. And even when he pulled away, watching you twitch and shake. Rubbing along your clit to prolong your orgasm. And when he looked up at you, a pleading look in his eyes. You knew what he was gonna ask before he even asked it. But the plea still fell off his tongue. "Please, Mama, just one more"

Tengen Uzui

Tengen's excited when he sees you in that sundress

All his wives have one

Something blingy and out there so they could be comfortable during the summer

The fact that your dress matches his flashy personality definitely does something to him

But I feel like the easy access the dress provides turns him on even more

"And oh my god! Y/n you'll never believe this flower I saw on the way home, it was so pretty and pink and it had a yellow inside and...." you were nodding your head along to your wife, Suma's story, really trying your best to pay attention. But it was hard, especially right now. To everyone else in the room, It looked like you were just casually seated on Tengen's lap. One of his hands resting on your hip. But concealed underneath your dress, You were hugging Tengen's cock tight. Trying your best to ignore the way his tip kissed your cervix whenever you shuffled on his lap. Just to try to make this position comfortable. And sweet little Suma didn't notice a thing, too busy telling you stories of her day like she always did. You were even managing to comprehend some of it. Until Tengen started a slow grind of his hips up into yours that had you squeezing the flesh of your thigh to hold in a moan. But with the way Tengen was grinding into you, you couldn't hold them back for much longer. Suma saw the way your eyes crossed in pleasure, and her own filled with worry. As if sensing the distress, Makio and Hinatsur walk into the room. And when they catch the sight of you, pathetically grasping on Tengen's lap they can already guess what's happening. But Suma's not so quick to catch on. "Y/n are you okay?""You idiot, Lord Tengen's balls deep in her right now!""Don't call her an idiot, Y/n did a good job withstanding Lord Tengen's teasing, she could have fooled anyone of us!" And Tengen rolls his eyes at his wives arguing, grunting as he feels you clenching around him, extra wet from having all the room's attention. "You guys are no f-fun"

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi's a freak as always

Summer seemed to be the time when everyone had parties

Some people through family gatherings, others hosted dinner parties

No matter what type of party there was

You always got invited and Sanemi, when he wasn't working, had no choice but to accompany you

And he hated it

Well, most aspects of it

He liked the dresses you wore, especially when they were white.

Made you look so sexy when he had you bent over the bathroom counter when you were getting ready

Sanemi always finishes getting ready before you. He usually wasn't one to rush his wife but his irritation got the best of him and he stormed upstairs to the bathroom. And for once he was grateful for his irritation. He went upstairs,  knowing he’d probably have to drag you away from a mirror and out the door. But when he actually lays his eyes on you, staring at yourself in the mirror, he pauses. Eyes trailing down his wife’s body Like this..he could see the low cut of your dress, your boobs pressed up perfectly in the hold of the straps. Sanemi walked closer to you, his hands encircling your waist. Your hips were thick but his hands were bigger, squeezing at the flesh. “This….I like this” Sanemi smiles at you. You smile at first, until you feel his hands start to roam over your body and you let out a breathy moan, “O-Oh…you really like it” He pulls you back and now you can feel his cock growing hard in his pants, “I have a problem now” he tells you, “You gonna help me fix it Woman?” he asks and you groan as he starts to palm at your tits. “Baby, we’re going to be late for the- the party” You whimper out as he pulls your tits out of your dress, fingers tweaking at your nipples. Sanemi shakes his head, “I’ll be quick, promise I’ll be quick” And when his hands trail down to your pussy, touching you through the fabric of your dress you give in. You always give in to your husband. He was insatiable. “F-fine!” you say and as soon as you give him the green light, he’s quick to shuffle your dress up your hips. He doesn’t even bother to yank your panties down all the way before he’s unbuckling his pants, pulling them down just enough to pull his own cock out. “You need prepping Mama?” he asks you, though his tip was already waiting near your entrance and when you shake your head no he grins. "Good, I'll go slow, I know that cunt's too tight to take me all at once"

Shinobu Kocho

Shinobu's Insatiable

On hot days, Shinobu likes to swim in a lake near the butterfly mansion

The only thing she hated more than demons was being uncomfortable and hot

You weren't particularly fond of swimming

Opting to come out and leave Shinobu some snacks in case you got hungry

But every time you had come out today to give her a small snack, it felt like she was getting teased

Because you came out in a pretty little sundress, made out of the same fabric as her Haori

And it was driving her crazy

You were beyond embarrassed right now. There was such a weird feeling of vulnerability that surrounded this. Being spread out on the hot rocks of the lake's shore, pussy wet and visible for anybody walking by to see. Not that Shinobu cared about that anyway. Because if anybody did see you right now, they would definitely see her too. With her head right between your legs, making you scream out so loud you scared all the nearby birds out of the forest. Usually, she didn't do things as taboo as sucking your clit outside, but how could she resist when her wife looked so pretty in her sundress. Pussy wet as if she was waiting...begging for Shinobu to make her cum at some point today. So that's what she did. The insect Hashira made you hold your shaky legs up as she focused almost all of her attention on your clit until you were a quivering but satisfied mess. Reluctantly, after you gently pushed her head away she relinquished you, looking up at you with your slick still wet across her bottom lip. "I think I've had enough snacks for today love...you should let me return to my laps because If I see you out here again...you'll be sitting right back here"

Obanai Iguro

I think Obanai's immediate reaction would be to take you right where he saw you wearing a dress

And he saw nothing wrong in that

How the hell did you think he was just supposed to sit there and see you in that pretty black-and-white striped dress?

Ass so pretty and perked up like it always is

Backshots should have been expected as soon as you wandered back home from a long day of shopping, all dolled up in that damn dress.

"Where the hell have you been hiding this" Obanai gruffed and it always baffled you how he could talk so clearly when he was pounding the shit out of you. You didn't look like you did half an hour ago. Your painted lips were smeared and your dress had sinched up around to your waist to the point where your tits had flopped out the top and your ass was on full display. Allowing Obanai to watch himself disappear in and out of you. He had fucked you out already, only two rounds in. But it wasn't your fault. His backshots were always rough but these were borderline mean. Obanai was so deep you could barely think, hands squeezing the sheets of your bed. You whimpered when Obanai twisted his hand in your hair, pulling you closer to him. Your back arched, toes curling at the sensation of his cock fucking you at a new angle. "I asked you a question sweetheart" he whispered in your ear. "...It's not polite to ignore someone who has a guest inside"

Mitsuri Kanroji

Seeing you in a sundress modeled after her would flip a switch in her

Because of how busy her work keeps her, it was rare she got to come home

So on a warm summer morning, you decided to drop by the Butterfly mansion which she was visiting, to see her

And when she sees you walk up to her in that sundress, she's speechless

Because not only is it modeled after, white that faded into a pink and green ombre that matched her hair...but you look incredibly sexy in it as well

The dress hugged your hips tight, and your skin was sheened with a slight sweat

You looked divine, and everyone else at the mansion was thinking the same thing

And there was only one problem with that

She wasn't particularly fond of sharing

"M-Mitsuri please, people are going to hear us!" you speak, looking over at the girl who had her hand up your dress. She had dragged you into a nearby room, with no hint as to who was coming in at what time. Mitsuri swooped to lock your lips in a kiss, "That means they know you're definitely off the market" You moan as her hands trace circles over your clit, making you jump, "I'm your w-wife love, everyone knows I'm off the market!" you argue back, a slight stutter in your tone as her pace speeds up when she hears your words. "I didn't like the way they looked at you, my pretty girl" Miitsuri speaks and you sigh, turning to look at her. "If I let you do this will you feel better?" you ask and Mitsuri nods her head. And with a sigh, you relent, letting her trail over your body with complete freedom. "There you go pretty," Mitsuri says as your breath hitches at the feeling of her fingers dragging through your clit. "Make a lot of noise for me, let them hear how I make you feel".

Kyojuro Rengoku

Rengoku would short-circuit

Like Kyojuro knows how to control himself.

He likes to fuck you gentle and soft

Show his love for you with every thrust of his cock

But seeing you in a sundress in an attempt to escape the humid climate of Japan in the summertime

The fabric patterned with his flames matched the ones on the end of his Haori

The vision drives him over the edge

And he fucks you like a madman

It was usually you that lost count of how many orgasms you had during sex. But tonight, you and your husband had switched places. He couldn't count how many times he had and neither could you. All you knew was that you felt so full. This man stuffed you to the brim, begging and pleading in your ear every 10 minutes asking to cum inside you as if he hadn't already emptied his balls into you an obscene amount of times yet. But it was nice, a turn to see him like this. Using you for his own pleasure, getting himself off with you. It made you feel good, almost better than he was fucking you right now. As Kyojuro's thrusts into your cunt grew sloppier, and his pleads start up again. You smile weakly, giving him confirmation and moaning as you feel him paint your walls white, a whimper rolling off his tongue. "Thank you l-love, thank you" Kyojuro whines, his hips pumping up again. "I've got so much more to give you sweetheart, you look so pretty. I need to fill you up again"

★This was another request! A little less detailed than usual but I think it's still pretty good! Sorry for any spelling mistakes, hope you enjoyed!!!★

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[starkwlkr]

mum said no | lewis hamilton

an: i love hot ones <3 that’s all

After canceling many times, Lewis finally made his appearance on Hot Ones with Sean Evans. He was a big fan of the show so he was happy to finally get to be a guest. Not only was he a big fan, but so was his eleven year old daughter, Maeve, so naturally she accompanied him to the set.

Maeve Hamilton watched as her dad ate spicy wings and answered questions. When talking about Roscoe, Maeve payed close attention. She loved talking about Roscoe so much.

On the monitor, a picture of Roscoe and Maeve appeared. Maeve was wearing a black Lewis shirt that her mum had bought from an Etsy store while Roscoe licked her face. It was the British Grand Prix and Maeve, along with her sisters, was beyond excited.

“Look, Mavy, that’s you and Roscoe!” Lewis pointed to the screen. “That was taken last year. Do you remember?” Lewis asked his daughter.

Maeve looked at the picture and nodded. “Angela took it!”

“Is your family always at the races?” Sean asked.

“Most of the time during the summer, yeah. It’s always a great time when they’re in the garage, but when it’s school time, they stay home with their mum.” Lewis explained. “They don’t like that at all. But I always tell them education comes first.”

“But I get lots of good grades.” Maeve cut in.

“What’s your favorite subject?” Sean asked the girl.

“I like science.” Replied Maeve.

As the show went on, Maeve was seated next to the camera crew, laughing at her father. He was now taking bigger bites.

“You can do it!” Maeve cheered on.

“Thank you, baby. Love you.” Lewis chuckled and blew a kiss to the girl. “I can always count on my girls to cheer me on.”

“On the topic of family, is it possible that Formula One could get another Hamilton on the track? Or do they want to go into other careers?” Sean asked.

“At one point, they did say they wanted to, but now they’re discovering more careers that they’re interested in. I will support them in whatever choice they make.”

You and Lewis both knew that your daughters would never be Formula one drivers. You both talked about how hard it would be on them. He saw how fans were tough on Mick. He didn’t want his girls to go through that.

The wings got spicier and all Maeve could do was laugh at the faces Lewis was making. He drank milk but that barely helped. Tears were starting to come out his eyes. Maeve noticed and quickly went to her father’s side and used a clean napkin to clean the tears since she didn’t want him using his own hands that were covered in sauce.

“Thank you, baby.” Lewis said as Maeve cleaned up the tears.

“What kind of reaction do you get when somone pulls up alongside of you and then sees that it’s, you know, Lewis Hamilton behind the wheel next to them?” Sean questioned.

“Most people are just like ‘Holy Shit!’ um. . .” Lewis chuckled.

“They’re not revving their engine at you or anything?”

“I’ve had people, yeah traffic light that wanna race yeah.” He nodded. “Definitely when I was young, I felt like yeah. . . smoke this fool.” He laughed.

“This man wanted to race you yesterday!” Maeve spoke up. “Mum said no.”

“I got kids now!” Lewis laughed once again. “I got precious cargo, I can’t be fooling around.”

“And mum said no.” Maeve whispered to him.

“Yup, and mum said no.”

[wandaslittlebird]

Confessing

Stepmom!Wanda x Pervy!GP!Reader

After months of spying on your stepmother, you’re finally caught and made to confess far more than you’d expected.

CW: Reader is displeased with her anatomy, non-consensual spying, underwear stealing and other nefarious acts, mentions of masturbation, stepmom/stepdaughter, intense questioning, dacryphilia (kinda), humiliation, spanking, mommy kink, accidental orgasm

Word Count: 4k

A/N: It’s finally complete! There’s going to be an alternative version of this fic with a non g!p reader soon! Wanda’s also a lot meaner in that one, so get excited if that’s your thing.

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, still mostly naked from the long shower you’d just taken. You stood up on your tippy toes in order to highlight the main attraction: your new lacy thong underwear.

You’d stolen them from your stepmother Wanda's wardrobe earlier while she was busy making dinner. When you’d found them, you just knew you had to have them. It was the first time you’d ever stolen her panties to wear, and the act both scared and aroused you.

It was kind of her fault, really, that you had to steal her panties to wear. At least, that’s how you justified it to yourself. She always bought you the plainest and ugly boxer briefs.

“Pretty girls with penises can’t wear little panties like that,” she had told you when you asked to buy some panties. “You gotta wear some with a little more fabric to keep those princess parts all tucked into place.”

She was right, of course. Your “extra appendage” made even boyshorts unwearable. Perhaps you could make it work if you were a bit smaller. Alas, you’d been cursed to have a bigger dick than even most men had.

But you hated your boxers, regardless. Sure they kept your anatomy secure, but they never came in pink, or lace, or had any fun bows on the waistband. Even your favorite pair were just navy with blue dog silhouettes on them.

These panties, however, were so much better. They hugged your hips perfectly, creating a beautiful V shape that accentuated your shape. Sure there was still a bulge between your legs, but you thought it was made much less unsightly by the black lace it prodded. There was, of course, the issue of keeping it inside the panties. There was so little fabric it was bound to pop out at some point.

But for right now, you twisted happily on your toes, feeling sexy and pretty, just like Wanda was when she wore her pretty panties.

“Honey! Dinner’s ready!” You heard Wanda’s voice from the dining room.

You frowned, not ready to get dressed quite yet. Nonetheless, you shouted from the bathroom, “I’ll be down in a second!” before slipping on your plaid pajama pants and an old band t-shirt. It’s fine. You’d be nice and quick with dinner, then you could slip away to the privacy of your room for the rest of night. You had a better mirror in there anyway: a full body one that would solve this tip toe problem. Maybe you could even put on a bit of a fashion show for yourself, trying on all of your favorite bras and deciding which one made for the best set.

You took a deep breath, trying to mask your excitement. It was going to be a perfect night. All you had to do was make it through dinner first.

You walked nervously down the stairs into the dining room where you found Wanda dishing out pasta onto each of your plates. She offered you a gentle smile upon arrival. “Oh good, you made it. I was worried for a second there you’d make me eat alone. Just pasta tonight, nothing fancy. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh, uh, it’s no problem at all,’” you stammered. “Anything you make will surely be delicious.” You tried to offer her the same smile she’d offered you, but it came out awkward and uneven. It was clear you were nervous. You cursed yourself for your inability to hide your feelings from her.

She tilted her head in slight confusion. “Are you feeling alright? You look a little flushed.”

“I… uh… yeah I’m fine. I must’ve just taken a really hot shower,” you attempted to explain. She clearly wasn’t buying it. You shrank back in your chair a little bit, shifting uncomfortably as your dick threatened to escape its flimsy confines. The sensation only caused you to blush harder.

“Are you sure?” she asked, unconvinced. “Let me feel your head.” She leaned over the table, giving you a clear view down the front of her shirt. Fuck. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath her blouse. You inhaled shakily, shifting even more obviously as you felt yourself grow hard. You took in a sharp breath as you felt your dick pop out of the leg hole of the underwear.

She touched your head innocently with the back of her hand. Her brows furrowed in confusion as your uncomfortable wiggling became more pronounced. “Darling, you seem terribly restless. What’s going on?” She was starting to catch on, at least, to the fact you were keeping something from her. Though she couldn’t pinpoint what it was, she was certain she could get it out of you. You were never very good at keeping secrets, especially not from her.

You scooted your chair backwards, determined to escape this situation as quickly as possible. “I… uh… Actually I am feeling a bit poorly. I better go up to my room.” You made a move to try and get up, but she grabbed your wrist before you could escape.

You turned to face her and you were met with a glare that nearly made you crumble. She looked at you like she was looking into your soul, like she was some sort of omnipotent goddess that already knew every secret you’d ever tried to keep. “Honey,” she said, voice even and emotionless, “I think we need to have a talk.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you collapsed back down into your seat. “I’m sorry, mommy,” you whispered tearfully. How could she possibly know? Did she see something by accident?

She smiled knowingly. She had you now. That poor little head of yours couldn’t come up with a lie right now no matter how hard you tried. She circled the table and squatted down next to your chair, squeezing your hand and soothingly rubbing your temple with her thumb. “It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s not mad. I just need you to tell me what happened, okay? It’s okay, you can tell mommy.”

You swallowed. So she didn’t know. If you played your cards right, you could still make it out of this. Subconsciously, you crossed your legs, squeezing them tightly together, trying to hide yourself from her. It was a painfully obvious move, but her soft voice and her hand on your head were making it so very hard to think clearly.

Wanda smirked and ran her hand up the side of your hip. Whatever you were hiding was somewhere in here. Surely it wasn’t just a boner that’d gotten you this worked up. She’d caught you with several in the past, but she’d never said anything. Maybe you blushed or scratched your arm, but you’d never been like this.

Her hand slid over the fabric of your baggy pajama pants. Oddly enough, she couldn’t feel the bulky fabric of your boxers under the pants. Your secret wasn’t just that you weren’t wearing underwear, was it? No. As her hand got further up your waist, she felt them. They weren’t boxers, but there was something there.

“Honey,” she said calmly. “What are you wearing under your pajamas?”

Your mouth went dry and you froze, unsure how to answer her question. You decided it was best to play dumb. “W-what do you mean? Underwear.”

“Oh come on now darling,” she said, voice soft but slightly perturbed. “You know what I’m talking about. Are you wearing your boxers right now?”

Your eyes darted around the room, avoiding her gaze at all cost. She wasn’t going to check if you lied, was she? You hesitantly nodded.

“Are you sure?” She asked, unconvinced. “Do you mind if I lift up your shirt so I can make sure?”

Your hands flew to your waist, pinning your shirt to your body. “I… uh… I don’t feel comfortable showing you my underwear.”

She pursed her lips, annoyed with your evasiveness. She had started to believe that her soft mommy act wasn’t going to cut it, if she really wanted you to confess. “Darling, I’ve seen you in your boxers countless times before. Why are you getting so bashful all the sudden?”

You curled up tighter. You knew she was on to you by this point, but the humiliation of revealing yourself was too much. “I just… I don’t wanna show you, okay?” Your bottom lip quivered, tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

Wanda stood up, pushing your chair back until it hit the wall. You gasped, looking up at her, frightened as she loomed over you menacingly. “Alright, darling. If you can’t be a good girl and tell mommy what’s going on, I’m going to have to pull you over my lap, push your pants down to your ankles, and spank you in whatever underwear you’re wearing, okay? So I’ll ask you one more time. Are. You. Wearing. Your. Boxers. Right. Now?”

Your eyes went wide. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. Your entire body started to shake as you stared up at her, frozen. Her gaze was harsh now, face unmoving as she waited on an answer.

Finally the dam broke. A cry ripped from your throat and tears poured down your face. You crumbled to pieces underneath her. “No! I’m not wearing my underwear, I’m wearing yours! I’m sorry! I know I shouldn’t have done it. And I know I shouldn’t have lied! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You sobbed.

She shrunk back down, squatting again on the floor in front of you. She could hardly hide the pleasure she got from watching you shake and sob underneath her. She took your hand in hers, wiping away your tears. “See, baby? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You melted into her hand. You were truly hers now. No more lying, no more games. No more thoughts in your precious little head aside from “do exactly what mommy tells you to do”. Any resistance you had had melted away.

“Can you tell mommy why you were wearing her panties, sweetheart?” She asked softly.

“I wanted to be pretty,” you cried weakly. “All I ever get to wear are gross, ugly boxers but I just wanted to be pretty like you.”

Wanda nodded in understanding. “You wanted to wear pretty panties like mommy, huh?”

You nodded. Your head was so jumbled it felt like the confessions were spilling out of you. “I see you through the door sometimes, when you’re getting dressed. You look so pretty with your matching bras and panties. And I just… I wanted to look like that too,” you confessed.

“You see me through the door?” She asked, noting how you had said ‘see’ rather than ‘watch’. “Do you spy on mommy while she’s naked? Do you watch me when I change my clothes?”

Your head lulled to the side. “No! …yes… sometimes.” You confessed, getting quieter with each statement.

She raised her eyebrows, surprised and amused by your unswerving honesty. She’d known, of course, about your little habits. You weren’t as sneaky as you thought. However, having you blubbering under her, confessing every little thing you’d ever done, brought her immense satisfaction.

She ran her hand up your upper thigh again, lightly tracing shapes with her fingers. “How long have you been spying on mommy, huh?”

You sighed, feeling yourself grow hard in your pants. Her touch was so memorizing you nearly forgot to answer the question. She pulled her hand away, grabbing your face and raising her eyebrows expectantly. You snapped out of your haze. “I don’t know! I don’t know how it started! Please! I promise I’m not a naughty girl!”

Her hand moved up to your hair, gently wiping it from her face. Her rapid switching from gentle to harsh was making your head spin. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Mommy’s not mad. You’re doing a very good job being honest with me.” She leaned forward, so close you could feel her breath against your ear. “How does it make you feel, watching me in my room like that? Watching me change my clothes and seeing my pretty lingerie?”

“G-good,” you answered hazily. “I just… I like to see, sometimes.”

She was slowly climbing up your body, almost in your lap now. “You just like to see sometimes, hmm?” She repeated. “Is that all?”

“Sometimes I-I like to… um… to-touch my… in the hallway while I watch,” you confessed, too scared and hazy to lie to her anymore.

A faint smile grew on her lips. She could hardly believe how vulnerable she’d made you. She’d never quite seen you like this before. “That’s quite naughty of you, darling. You can’t just touch yourself in the hallway like that. Someone could catch you, you know.”

“Dad almost… one time he saw… but he didn’t know what I was doing and I pretended I was waiting on you.”

She sat on your knees, rubbing soothing circles on your collarbones and shoulders. “Dad almost caught you, huh? And what were you doing, exactly?”

“Just… rubbing… on the outside. I didn’t have my h-hands in my pants or anything,” you stammered.

She leaned forward again, moving her hands down to your hips. “That was a very very naughty thing to do, little girl. I better not catch you rubbing yourself in the hallway again.”

You shook your head. “It will never happen again! I promise!”

She grabbed your face again, significantly softer now that she’d already broken you. She simply lifted your chin to look her in the eyes. “No more lying, darling. I want to know the truth. Are you going to stop spying on me?”

You nodded frantically, determined to never find yourself in this situation again. “Never! I swear!”

“Good girl,” she cooed. She gently rubbed your cheek with her thumb. “And no more stealing my underwear, agreed?”

You nodded again, driven to yet another confession you hadn’t planned on making. “No more! And no more stealing the dirty ones either. I won’t even snoop again! I promise!”

“Oh?” Wanda purred, “So you’ve been stealing my dirty panties too? Not just the clean ones?” Once again, she had been noticing her panties in your laundry instead of hers for months now. She was under no illusion that they were ending up there accidentally.

“This… this was the first time I stole any clean ones! I’ve never worn them before either!” You defended.

She hummed softly, pretending to ponder your confession. “Hmm. And what, exactly, do you do with my dirty panties?”

“I just… smell,” you confessed. “Some I use them to… t-touch myself with.”

“You use them when you touch yourself?” She asked, her voice still gentle and sweet. She ran her hands through your hair with an air of possession.

You nodded. “One time I had… I had a taste. But just one time!”

She chuckled smugly. “Oh?” She smirked down at you. “You took a taste, huh? Just once?”

You nodded. You were so terribly embarrassed. You wanted to throw yourself into her and beg her for forgiveness, but you doubted it would help.

“And how did I taste, darling?” She asked.

You moaned a little at the memory, hips bucking up as you felt yourself grow harder. “Really g-good. I’d never… finished that much before.”

“Aww,” she chuckled again. “Did you cum really hard when you tasted mommy?”

You nodded. Her hands traced light patterns on your hips, making their way to your stomach. “Just from a little taste?” She asked again, egging you on for more details.

“I didn’t even have to… touch myself. It just… happened all on its own,” you said. The tip of your cock was pressing hard against the fabric of your pajama pants now. The outline was painfully clear now that your underwear was no longer covering it. Wanda looked down at your lap and smirked smugly.

“It looks like maybe you enjoyed it, huh? Cumming from mommy’s taste alone?” She lightly traced the waistband of your pants, getting close but not quite touching the bulge in the fabric.

You whimpered and bucked your hips up, trying to get her hand closer to where you needed it. “Y-yeah. I didn’t know it could… happen like that. I thought you had to… touch it.”

Wanda hummed, pondering your words. “Most little princesses do. But you're a very special little princess, aren’t you?”

You nodded, still sniffling. The whole ordeal had you beyond embarrassed, yet you noticed that your arousal persisted through the embarrassment. Perhaps it was even worsened by it.

“Can-can I go to my room?” You stuttered suddenly. You had to get out of here, to somewhere more private before your humiliation and arousal bubbled over.

“Aww, sweetheart,” she cooed with fake sympathy. “Did you really think after all of this I would just let you go to your room?”

Your eyes went wide with terror. You weren’t sure how much more of this you could take before disaster struck. “B-but you said you weren’t mad!”

“I’m not mad, honey,” she reassured. “But what you did was very very naughty, wasn’t it?”

You nodded, another wave of tears threatening to fall.

“And when little girls do naughty things they have to be punished, don’t they?” She said, affectionately combing through your hair.

You nodded again, whimpering under her gentle touch. “But you’ll go easy on me, right? Because I was a good girl and I was honest and I told you everything?”

She chuckled. Your description wasn’t exactly accurate, but she couldn’t help but take at least a little pity on you. You had confessed in the end, even if it took a little pushing. “Of course, baby,” she soothed. “Now go upstairs and wait for mommy. I want you over the end of the bed in nothing but mommy’s panties, okay?”

You nodded frantically, running up the stairs and assuming the position as soon as she got off your lap.

She chuckled, amused by your eager obedience, and boxed up the pasta she’d made so she could easily heat it back up after this was over.

It only took her about five minutes for her to finally come upstairs, but to you, bent naked over the edge of the bed, it felt like hours.

You had to fight to keep your head down on the mattress when you heard her open the bedroom door. You whined as you watched her pull the wooden hairbrush from her nightstand. “No mommy! Please not the hairbrush! Please I was so honest and-and I answered all of your questions-“

She cut you off by rubbing gentle circles on the swell of your ass. “Shshsh,” she soothed. “Mommy’s only doing this because she loves you, okay? I have to remind my sweet girl what happens when she’s naughty so she’ll remember to be a good girl, right?”

You whimpered and squirmed under her, trying to be patient and still but also desperate to get away from the hairbrush. The thin fabric of the underwear offered you little to no protection, and your now hard dick was no longer restrained by the fabric.

“I want you to count for me, okay?” She instructed. “If you can keep count like a good girl, we’ll only do 15, but if I have to count for you, I’m gonna have to do 25, okay?”

You nodded, determined to be good and keep count. However, you weren’t traditionally known for keeping a clear head during your punishment. “Can-can I hold onto a pillow, please?”

She couldn’t see your face, but the tears in your voice made it hard for her to deny you anything. “Of course, baby,” she said, pulling a pillow from the headboard and tucking it into your arms. She kissed the side of your teary face. “Mommy loves you very much, princess. It’ll be over soon.”

She tapped your ass twice with the hairbrush before placing the first smack firmly on your left cheek. You cried out, wailing more with overwhelming embarrassment than pain.

“One!”

She hit you again with perfect precision in almost the exact same spot.

“T-two”

She switched sides, smacking you again on the other cheek.

“Three!”

You made it to seven before you inevitably lost count. She waited for a moment after the strike before she decided your wailing was not going to give way to a number, and she officially started counting herself.

By ten, you had resorted to begging. You knew better than to flail and kick your legs, she’d have you pinned over her lap with a far worse punishment in store, but you were allowed to cry and plead all you wanted. “Please mommy! Please, I'll be good. I learned my lesson mommy please no more!”

You sounded so pathetic she was almost tempted to have mercy on you. You weren’t even halfway through your punishment now that she’d pushed it to 25. But she would stick to her word. That was, after all, what was most important when it came to discipline.

It wasn’t even so much the pain, you were trying to escape, but something far more alarming that boiled in your lower belly. Having her, a commanding force over you, was awakening something in you. The humiliation of a confession matched with wearing her underwear and being spanked like a child over her bed had a coil building in your lower stomach.

By 15 spanks, you realized it was inevitable. You were pleading with her more quietly now. Your hips bucked against the bed in what she thought was an attempt to get away, but by the 20th spank the coil snapped. In a humiliating display of desperation, you came, spilling your seed on the sheets.

She stopped spanking you, taking a second to realize what just happened. “Did you just…?”

You wailed into the pillow, burying your face into it until it nearly suffocated you. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry mommy I didn’t mean to! I’ll clean it up! I promise! Please no more spankings mommy! Please, I'll be a good girl!”

She rubbed soothing circles on your lower back, genuinely trying to calm you enough to talk. As much as she wanted to stay true to her word and finish your punishment, making sure you didn’t suffocate yourself was a higher priority.

“It’s okay honey. You’re okay. Accidents happen,” she comforted. She was more amused than anything by the situation. However, she feared if she busted out in laughter, you’d keel over right then and there.

“No it’s not!” You sobbed. “I just came on your bed while I was getting punished for being naughty and dirty already!”

“It’s okay, baby. Mommy understands. You didn’t mean to make a mess of mommy’s bed, did you?” She asked in her most soothing voice, one she might use if she were talking to a small child.

You shook your head into the pillow. “I really really didn’t mean to. Please don’t punish me!”

Wanda cooed, rubbing your heaving back. “You’re not in trouble, baby. You’re never gonna be in trouble for something you did by accident. You just made a little mess, darling. No need for tears.”

She sat down next to you on the bed, dragging you onto her lap. She could almost laugh at how pathetic you looked, all snotty and sobbing, still mostly naked as she sat you up on her lap. Despite it all, she thought you looked absolutely darling.

“Are you a little embarrassed, princess?” She asked as you refused to let go of the pillow you had practically burrowed into.

You nodded, remaining completely unwilling to look at her. She grabbed a sheet off the bed and wrapped it around you, hoping being less naked would lure you out of hiding. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, baby,” she reassured. “Mommy understands. You're not in trouble, sweet girl.” She rubbed your back through the sheet, rocking you in her lap.

After a few moments of silence she kissed your head and said “I’m gonna put you on the couch while I clean up your little mess and then you can sleep in mommy’s room tonight. Does that sound good, princess? Do you wanna stay with mommy tonight?”

Finally, you discarded your pillow, allowing her to see your teary face. You nodded. “I wanna stay in mommy's room.”

She smiled, kissing you once on the forehead. “I’d love that, darling. You can keep me nice and warm all night long.”

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oh baby he down bad: charles leclerc x black fem! reader

summary: three times when you realized you truly did have your boyfriend wrapped around your finger

warnings: crying, period mention, swearing

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author's note: this is the first charles fic i've written so please be kind...i hope you all enjoy it. i'm sick with covid and i was loopy on meds when i wrote this so i hope it makes sense 💀 comments and other feedback are welcome and appreciated!

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you laid in your bed curled into fetal position with your phone mere inches from your forehead. the room was dark but light enough to see half of your face as your eyes welled with tears. you rambled, "a few weeks ago when i was visiting new york i bought a bunch of takis and nerds clusters because they don't sell them over here in monaco and i went to go get a bag of both and i didn't know i ran out! i'm so upset i don't even want to settle for anything else." you wailed loudly, mixing in a few laughs at how ridiculous you probably looked but you had no shame as you hit post.

the entire day had been going pretty shit from the moment when you woke up and bled through your favorite pajamas to nearly passing out when you wanted to have a relaxing hot shower to make you feel better. now you were just laying in bed clinging to your body pillow that had lingering notes of your boyfriend's cologne. it was early in the night but your entire body felt like it was hit by a bus and you were one tylenol away from needing a stomach flush yet it didn't actually feel like it was helping. to make things worse, all you wanted was your boyfriend but he was supposed to be going out right after he got off of work.

you laid stiff in your bed in an obscure position because you found that was the only one that didn't make you feel worse. the door to your bedroom opened and your boyfriend entered wearing pajama pants and no shirt. you squinted through the dim light and mumbled, "babe? thought you were going out tonight? you had that thing." charles placed two bags of your favorite snacks onto your nightstand and responded, "i was but i found out through twitter that my girlfriend was crying at home." you turned your face away from him out of embarrassment because you were literally crying over chips and candy. he turned your chin back to him, "why didn't you call me, mon cœur?" you shrugged and reached for the bag of candy, "it wasn't that serious." he pulled you closer to him and you shifted positions so your head was against his chest. charles pressed a kiss to your forehead, "anything that bothers you is serious to me, darling. but, i am here and you have your snacks so we can watch your movie like we always do, yes?" you nodded and turned on Princess and The Frog which was one of your comfort movies since childhood.

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you cut through one of the alleyways out of street view once you noticed someone had been recording you as you walked through the streets of monaco. most of the time you managed to sneak through the city without being spotted but today you had to make a trip to the mall where a handful of people recognized you immediately. as someone who was never in the public eye and lived as a "regular" person you were still getting used to people recognizing you and following you around. time and time again you'd gone viral for your fan responses when they asked for pictures or autographs, usually a laugh and "why, i'm not the famous one?" you were genuine with your interactions and were known for helping fans get autographs or deliver fan letters to charles at grand prix weekends. although you enjoyed this aspect of his fanbase, sometimes it was too much and you just wanted to live in peace like you used to. so you'd learned every back road and sidewalk to your shared apartment for quick escapes.

the alleyway was quiet and away from the few people that were walking and talking beside you. just as you were to round a corner you heard a soft meow. stopping dead in your tracks you looked around confused to where the sound was coming from. there was silence then another meow, and another, and another until you realized a small orange cat a few meters away was the culprit. the tiny kitten was shaking and wet in some fluid you only hoped was water, but by the smell it was definitely sewage, pipe, or garbage juice. you wrinkled your nose and held the helpless fur ball in your palm, "shit...what the fuck do i do?" the kitten nibbled on your thumb and you stretched your finger away, "don't do that i don't want rabes or whatever cats can carry." you looked over your shoulder and sighed, "well i guess i have a cat now... let's go."

once back in your apartment you put the small kitten in your bathroom tub on an old rag. the small animal meowed and mewed the entire time you rinsed it off with the only soap you had that was safe according to google. instead of drying it's fur with your blowdryer you just towel dried it which he continued meowing. you'd never had a cat and didn't know what it meant when kittens meowed so you just started rambling, "well that's so interesting you feel that way because i literally said the same thing too! like i don't even know why that would make sense because when you really think about it they always want you to think that but in reality the truth is the complete opposite of what they want you to believe." the orange kitten looked at you with its head turned to the side and you sighed, "i don't know what you want from me man i just met you." the cat meowed louder and you mumbled, "that was definitely a cuss word but i'll let it slide."

an hour later you had given the kitten a small amount of some canned tuna and it fell asleep curled into your neck against the towel you kept it wrapped in.

charles entered your apartment with his eyes on his phone as he called out, "i'm home- oh." he usually expected you to be in your room so when you were out in the main room on the sofa he was startled. you sipped from the smoothie you'd gotten from the fridge and looked up from the book you were reading, "hi baby." charles stared at the kitten on your chest then back at you, "hi beautiful." he waited for you to say anything about the new addition and when you didn't he prompted, "what do you have there?" you looked at your hand and held up the cup, "a smoothie." you took a long sip and the straw crackled loudly, "oh yeah i figured out how to make that one hailey bieber has at that overpriced place in LA. it's actually really good i see why people lost their shit over it."

your boyfriend nodded slowly and pointed to the kitten on you, "my love, please tell me why is there a cat on you." for a minute you looked at him as if he was making it up but then you realized you never got around to actually texting him what happened. he waited for you to explain because the story had to be good if you, notorious anti-pet owner, came home with a cat and let it sleep on you.

you told him while looking at the kitten, "yeah, you're a daddy now." charles replied with too much ease, "i know that you call me that but that cat does not." you looked up with an exasperated glare, "can you be serious for one minute please." charles chuckled and apologized, "okay okay you go, tell me why i am now both of your daddys." you raised your hand to throw one of the clean rags you hadn't used at him which he shielded his face from, "okay i'm sorry go ahead." as you retold the entire thing charles just stood there with a fond smile, finding the whole ordeal quite amusing. at the end of your story he reached for the kitten and pulled back his hand, "why is it slippery?" you answered, "i put coconut oil on it so it didn't get ashy." charles started laughing once more and you smacked his shoulder lightly, "hey i never had a pet besides a fish okay! i'm trying my best here." charles pulled you into a hug and pressed a kiss to your lips, "and you're going to be a great cat mom too, you've already done a good thing."

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the video had circulated on twitter only a few hours after it dropped and you'd noticed your name trending on the internet. after making the mistake of checking why you were trending once, you'd never really paid much attention to it again. the first time many people were shaming you for dating your boyfriend and making jabs at your physical appearance. rather quickly you realized it would be better to just keep up with silly memes your friends sent to you opposed to stalking every corner of the internet to see what people were saying about you.

this specific instance was charles in an interview and he'd mentioned you briefly while playing a game of this or that:

"do you prefer a weekend getaway to the coast for a snorkeling trip or the mountains for a skiing adventure?" the interviewer quizzed charles on his current vacation preferences. the driver asked, "is this by myself or with people?" the interviewer answered with a small smirk, "you and one other person- can be anyone, best friend, sibling, girlfriend, mom, etc." charles let out a laugh and knew what the interviewer was getting at and chose to went along with it for fan service. he thought for a moment then answered, "i think the snorkeling trip, my girlfriend likes this kind of thing with the fish, sea animals, and the diving in the water. that and she is better of a skier and snowboarder than me so..." out of the frame the interviewer laughed and joked, "a little mermaid moment, i love it."

you looked at the video and laughed when you noticed the small hello kitty band aid on his hand. earlier that week he'd gone with you out to the sea and you'd found a small cove to swim around in. somewhere along the way back charles had cut his hand on a rock and you'd put a little band aid on it from the only stash you had, and he had no complaints over the pink cartoon design. he found it cute and whenever he looked at it he was reminded of you.

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For the sake of this fic, lets say u live with Tara and your lives are pretty similar. just go with the flo bbg😼

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You're at home editing a video for your channel when you get a call from Johnnie. "Hello?" You answer your phone and put it on speaker, your attention focusing back on your computer screen.

"Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to hangout with me today? I'd be vlogging." He asks. "Yeah sure. I need to finish editing this video though. It won't take long but if you want to head over here you can." You say.

"Sounds good. See you in a bit." He says. "Ok byee." You hang-up and turn your phone off. You were pretty excited to see Johnnie, you liked him, how could you not? But you weren't sure if he liked you.

You sigh at your thoughts and continue editing. This new video for your channel was something you had filmed with Jake and Tara, you two girls had him do what the two if you would do in a day.

Tara comes into your room. "Can I borrow a top?" She asks, already heading towards your closet. "Yeah go for it. Johnnie's gonna be here in a bit by the way." You say.

"Ooo." You look up to see her big smile. "Shut up." You laugh. There was a knock on the door. " Can you get that please? Im so close to being done with this." You turn your attention back to the computer as Tara agrees and goes to get the door.

"Almost done I swear." You say as Johnnie walks in your room. "Take your time." He sits down next to you, watching as your eyes move across the screen. You finish and close your computer with a sigh. "What should I wear?" You stand up and walk to your closet.

"Is it hot out?" You ask, looking through shirts. "I mean kinda but the temp is always high in LA, so." Johnnie says. You look to him with annoyed face as he scrolls on his phone. He catches your gaze. "Just wear what you normally wear." He says. "Well yeah but like what shirt, what shorts, what shoes and accessories? Not to mention i still need to do makeup." You say facing your closet again.

You hear Johnnie get up and stand next to you. He flips through your shirts, picking one out and then opening the drawer of your dresser and grabbing a pair of shorts that surprisingly match. He walks over to the little desk where all your accessories are. He picks one of the chains you got from his shop and two others. He then grabs a pair of earrings you once mentioned were your favorite.

He sits everything on your bed. "I'll be waiting on the couch." He walks out and closes the door behind him. You laugh quietly to yourself and change, along with doing your makeup. You check yourself in the mirror, this outfit now one of your favorites.

You walk out of your room, walking the familiar halls while on your phone. "Ready?" Johnnie asks. "Yes. What do you think?" You do a little spin, earning a small smile from Johnnie. "It looks good. I would've try and make you look bad." He playfully rolls his eyes as he stands up.

"We're taking my car." You say. "Okay." Johnnie turns on his camera and follows you out the door. He's talking as you climb in and turn it on. "We're getting Starbucks." You say. "Do i have a say in anything today?" Johnnie playfully says. "Nope." you smile as you make your way to the coffee shop. "Do you want anything?" You ask as you pull up to the driveway.

"Not really no." He says. "You sure?" You glance to him. "Yeah." You turn back as you pull up to the speaker. "Hi, can i please get a (your order) and a venti iced water?" You get told the price. "What's the water for?" Johnnie asks. "It's for you." You say handing your card to the person at the window.

"Why?" You hear the smile in his voice. "Cause I wanted to get you something." Once you got your drink you pulled out. "Y/n just bought me a water even though emos dont drink water." Johnnie says to his camera. "Emo or not you should stay hydrated." You quickly smile at his camera before looking back to the road.

"Where we going?" You asked as you pulled up to a stoplight. "We could go to the mall?" Johnnie says. "Good idea." Your phone was playing music when one of Johnnie's songs came on. During this moment Johnnie was also talking about something to his camera.

You were singing along, not really paying attention to anything but the road. "You know the lyrics to my song?" Johnnie asks. "Of course I do! Your music is my favorite." You say arriving at the mall. "Really?"

"Yes Johnnie. I'm pretty sure I know almost all of your songs. Number one fan." You laugh lightly at the end of your sentence. "Let's go spend unnecessary money." You climb out and walk along with Johnnie. "Where to first?" He asks. "Uhm, Let's go to Spencer's I need a new shot glass." You say.

"Just a shot glass?"Johnnie says, laughing. "Maybe, I don't know." You smile at him as you make your way to the shop. You walk in and head towards the glasses. Johnnie walks off, looking at shirts.

You have a glass in your hand and you're looking at mugs when you feel a tap on your shoulder. "Hi?" You turn to a man. "Hello, I just wanted to say you're very pretty and I was wondering if I could take you out." He looked like the kinda guy that would leave you at the movies with the excuse of having to use the bathroom.

"Thank you, but I'm not interested." You smile and try to move past him to get to Johnnie. "Why not?" He grabs your arm, stopping you. "I'm not interested in you, please leave me alone." You pull your arn out of his grip with a tug.

"God you're such a bitch." He mumbles. "Fuck off Jackass." You say back. He turns around quickly facing you. "What'd you just call me?" He says. "You heard me." You're a bit shorter then the guy, but if he took of the shoes you'd be about the same height.

"Don't fucking talk to me like that whore." He says. "Oh I'm the whore? You look like you have at least a couple girlfriends and a side hoe for each one." You see a ringed hand on the guys shoulder pull him back.

"Back off man." You hear Johnnie's voice. "Is this your bitch? Get control of her." The scoffs and walks off. "What dick." You scoff. "Here I'll pay." You grab the two pairs of sunglasses in Johnnie's hand. You're already at the register before he can protest.

You noticed Johnnie stayed closer to you after the encounter. You walk through a couple more stores, picking out a couple pieces of clothing here and there.

You decided to stop by barnes and nobles to see if anything had caught your interest. You were glancing through pages of different romance books(😏) when Johnnie cane back from a different section. He was reading over your shoulder. "You read this kinda stuff?" He whispers, his face close to your ear. "Some of it's not terrible. I like the ones where the guy isn't like a complete over powering dude. Y'know like the simp kinda guys who do anything the girl of his interest wants." You glance to him, your faces inches apart.

"Anything?" He whispers. "Anything." You smile and move away, setting the book that was previously in your hands back on the shelf. After a couple more minutes of browsing you have two books and start to walk to checkout. Suddenly, the two books are snatched from your hands, and Johnnie checks out.

You walk up to him as your books are being put into a bag and handed back to Johnnie. "Here you go." You take the bag and roll your eyes, its a well known fact between all your friends that you hate when people pay for you. You don't want to waste their money. "I could've bought it myself." You say. "I know. But you didn't so." The two of you make your way out the mall and back to your car.

Once you make it back to your house, you carry your bags in and plop then on the floor. "You mind of I take a shower?" You ask. "No go for it." Johnnie shoves off his shoes and plops on your bed. "Make yourself comfy." You laugh. He smiles and turns on his phone as you make your way to the bathroom. While your in the shower Tara walks in to your room.

"So did you have fun?" She asks sitting at the end of the bed. "Yeah lots. we got some clothes and she got some books." Johnnie says. "Have you made a move yet?" Tara asks with a smile. Johnnie glances up from his phone to the girl. "No." His eyes move back as Tara rolls her. "C'mon on Johnnie." He was about to protest but the shower turned off and the bathroom door was opened. Tara quickly grabbed something off your vanity as you walked out.

"Borrowing this pallet for a sec." She says as she walks out and you walk in. "Okay." Johnnie looks up to see you wrapped in your pink towel, walking towards your clothing bags. You pull out one of your new hoodies and you walk to your dresser to find the rest of whatever you want to wear.

After getting dressed you decide to put on a little perfume to help with the new clothes smell. "Which one?" You hold up two bottles, asking for johnnie's opinion. "I don't know." You walk towards him and hand him the bottles. "Pick your favorite." He sets his phone down as he smells the two. "This one." He hands you it, along with the other.

You spray the one he picked, leaving the other bottle someplace you'll forget. Grabbing one of your two books you lay down on your stomach next to Johnnie and open it up, starting to read. The longer you read, the more caught up you get in it. You don't notice the long glances stolen, once again admiring the way your eyes focus.

"You're staring." Neither of you heard Tara sneak up to the doorway. You look up confused as she smiles. "Anyways I'm going out with Jake. See y'all later." She closes the door as she leaves. "How's the book so far?" Johnnie asks. "It's amazing. I'm loving the guy so far." You say, quickly looking up. "What's he like?"

"A lot like what I explained in the store, but he's also just a tad bit cocky." You say. "Really?" "Yeah, like he has this bit of confidence around the main character but she can make him like melt in seconds." Your attention is focused back on the book.

Couple minutes later your phone dings.

tarbie💕

so what yall gonna do??

you

quit it omg. nothing.

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nothing yet you mean?😏

you

we'll see😝

You smile as you set your phone down. "Who's that?" Johnnie asks. "Tara." you say. "What's she talking about?" "Mind your business mr. nosey." You laugh. "My bad." He smiles. "What all have you gotten for your vlog?" You ask, grabbing the flattest object on your nightstand to use as a bookmark.

"Not a lot." He says. "Wanna do something?" You ask. "Like what?" He says. "I have an idea. C'mere." You stand up and head to the kitchen, hearing johnnie follow not to far behind.

You make it to the fridge and stand on your tip toes, grabbing the binder on top. You turn to face him. "Let's bake something!" You smile as you open the binder, looking through the pages. You don't notice the smile on his face, taking place watching you happily look through all the recipes you collected over time.

"Muffins?" You ask looking up to him. "Yeah sure. Let me grab my camera." He walks off as you grab the ingredients and set them out. "Me and y/n are gonna make muffins, i dont know what kind." Johnnie talks to the camera as he sets it up.

"Blueberry." You say. "Can you grab the red bowl from the bottom cupboard please?" You ask grabbing measuring cups. "Yeah sure."

"Would it be ok if i streamed on twitch? I haven't been on in a minute." You say. "Yeah go for it."

After you get everything set up you start the stream, waiting for people to join. "Hi guys! I know i haven't been on in a minute but I'm here with Johnnie and we're making muffins!" You smile.

"She has a shit ton of recipes and she chose muffins." Johnnie says. "You agreed so we're doing muffins i dont care what you say." You grab bowl and the flour, checking how much. "One and a fourth? Do i even have a fourth cup?" You rummage through your measuring cups. "Surprise I do!" You walk back over to the bowl. "Here mix the dry ingredients and I'll mix the wet ones."

"I need music." You say halfway through pouring milk into a large measuring glass. "Alexa play playlist one." You say. Music starts up, filling the silence. You walk over to check the chat.

xxx.johnnie- Are you guys together?

emmobarbie- i love this song tbh

blusws.hgs- @ xxx.johnnie no but they def should be

xxx.johnnie- @ blusws.hgs they definitely like eachother i can sense the tension from here and I'm in the UK

darndestthing- @ xxx.johnnie NO FR

"Someone asked if we're a couple." You say with a small laugh. "Did they?" You hear him say from somewhere behind you. "Yeah. Another person responded saying no but they def should be." You say, looking back to him.

"Should we be a couple guys?" You ask looking through chat.

kornonthekob- i literally thought they already were and just didn't say anything 😭

jakesdietcoke- YESS YALL WOULD LITERALLY BE THE CUTEST COUPLE!!!

blusws.hgs- @ jakesdietcoke THEY WOULD ONGG

xxx.johnnie- @ kornonthekob me too😭

darndestthing- i think id combust if they became a couple

emmobarbie- @ darndestthing like in a good way?😥

jakesdietcoke- @ darndestthing real honestly

darndestthing- @ emmobarbie yes😭

"Everyone says yes." You say, moving back to mixing your ingredients. "You got the dry mixed?" You ask. "Yeah." You walk over to him, pouring the wet mixture on the dry. "Mix that while I get the blueberries." You say. "Yes ma'am." Johnnie says with a smile. You laugh and make your way to the freezer, remembering to turn on the oven. As you grab the bag of frozen blueberries, someone donates and sends a message.

"darndestthing donated $3.33, you guys honestly are so cute together, i wanted to ask if you could pose for a screenshot? you guys are my fav love you!" You set the bag on the counter. "Thank you! We love you too. C'mere." You drag Johnnie closer to the camera. "Do a hand heart with me." You hold your hands together, making a heart and posing for a screenshot.

"Hope that was good." You say. As you start folding the blueberries in the batter, Johnnie is grabbing a pan and the song he did with jake and scuff comes on. "Oh I love this song. Alexa turn up." You say, immediately singing along with the beginning vocals.

"Didn't we listen to this this morning?" Johnnie asks as he sets the muffin tin on the oven. "Yes it's literally one of my favs." (this is me talking i actually love this song sm go listen to cut me clean if u haven't alr😝)

Johnnie walks over to check chat as you place muffin liners in the pan.

kornonthekob- emos r so hot

emmobarbie- like i was nothing in the first place😝

hannahmay33- she literally only likes the song to get closer to him.

blusws.hgs- @ hannahmay33 girl what💀

xxx.johnnie- @ blusws.hgs is she being fr?💀😭

blusws.hgs- @ xxx.johnnie i hope not

hannahmay33- She's pretending to be close to him so she can date him and use him for clout.

kornonthekob- @ hannahmay33 NAHHH💀

jakesdietcoke- @ y/nl/ntherealest u seein this?

emmobarbie- @ hannahmay33 fake fan‼️‼️

hannahmay33- @ emmobarbie how am i a fake fan?

emmobarbie- @ hannahmay33 bc if u were a real fan and actually watched them you would know they've been friends forever. ur not johnnies gf so quit💀

jakesdietcoke- @ emmobarbie OHHHHHH🗣️🗣️🗣️

kornonthekob- @emmobarbie DEVOURED

"Theres a lil argument going on, someone mentioned you." Johnnie says. "Bro." You walk over reading all the comments. "Jesus hannah may wtf crawled up your ass." You laugh. "I'm not using Johnnie for clout, I've known him since he was ten get over yourself. kornonthekob you're so right emos are hot."

You watched Johnnies reaction on the screen, not turning around. He whipped his head with an eyebrow raised. "What'd you say?" He asks as you turn back around. "I said emos are hot." You say grabbing the bowl with the batter. "Really?" He says. "Yeah." You start putting batter in the tins. "Yes that includes you." You said before he could speak.

You hide your smile as he turns the camera. Once the muffins are in the oven, you start cleaning up. Your putting away the last of the stuff when Johnnie comes back out with the sunglasses.

"I picked out matching ones." He says handing you a pair. "Oh fuck yeah!" You put them on. "Wait put your back to mine and cross your arms. "Cool kids who?" You say. "Somebody screenshot that and send it to me you say.

Your dancing around the kitchen to the music playing as Johnnie reads chat.

blusws.hgs- oo she a dancer fr😝

emmobarbie- johnnie thoughts on hannah may?

jakesdietcoke- GET IT GIRL‼️‼️

kornonthekob- just accidentally ate vaseline

darndestthing- @ kornonthekob we all have our moments

blusws.hgs- @ emmobarbie shes obvi his gf

"My thoughts on hannah may? if anything I'd be using y/n for clout she has more of a following. and quit acting like my girlfriend." Johnnie says.

"Yeah he has a girlfriend already." You say moving next to him. "I do?" He says looking to you. "Yeah." You say. "Who?" He looks to the screen then back to you, visibility confused.

You kiss him, quick but sensible. "Me." You turn back and continue dancing as Call me maybe plays. He looks back to the screen, shocked.

xxx.johnnie- OMG??

blusws.hgs- NO WAY

jakesdietcoke- DOES THIS MEAN THEY'RE TOGETHER

darndestthing- IM COMBUSTING WHAT

kornonthekob- WOOOOOOO

emmobarbie- @ darndestthing LMAO QUITTT BUT ME TOO

xxx.johnnie- WHOOP NEW COUPLE ALERT‼️‼️

jakesdietcoke- IM ASTONISHED

blusws.hgs- @ xxx johnnie WHOOP‼️‼️‼️‼️

Johnnie moves to you, his hands finding your waist and pulling you closer, stopping your dancing.

emmobarbie- OH???

kornonthekob- WHEN IS IT MY TURNN😩

xxx.johnnie- THEY BOUTA KISS AGAINN

jakesdietcoke- is this a dream? am i dreaming rn

blusws.hgs- @ jakesdietcoke nope

His lips connect with yours, your hands holding his face as he kisses you, not intensely but you don't want to stop. The timer for the muffins rang, and you pulled away, looking at him. You kiss him once more before going to pull them out. "Oo these muffins look good." You say. You turn the oven off.

You walk over to check chat.

emmobarbie- @ hannahmay33 SUCK ON THAT

jakesdietcoke- @ emmobarbie LMAOAOAOA

blusws.hgs- please i cant w this chat😭

kornonthekob- was the kiss good?😏

emmobarbie- @ kornonthekob 😭😭😭

"kornonthekob yes it was thank you for asking." You laugh. "Ok im impatient im eating one now." You grab one and bite into it, doing the thing when somethings just a little too hot. "These are so good." You say, taking another bite. "Are they?" Johnnie asks. "Yes. we're basically bakers." You smile.

Eventually you end stream, and you're sitting back on your bed with Johnnie, his arm around you as you're watching a movie. You feel Johnnies hand lightly touch your jaw, moving your face to look at him. His lips meet yours, what was slow kisses, turned into a faster pace.

You pull away for a second, looking at his features in the dim light. "Who knew you were such a good kisser?" You say. "I practice with my shower wall." He says, earning a laugh out of you. You kiss him once more before turning back to the tv.

You end up falling asleep on him, sleeping through the night in his arms. Tara found the two of you still wrapped up in eachother the next morning and decided to leave you alone, but not before she got a good picture.

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[sensei-venus]

Poly hawk and robby being sent naughty pics by their gf while they r at the dojo ?

(unedited)(Only slightly nsfw, mostly clean)

It was a regular day of training at the dojo for everyone. Both Sensei Lawrence and Sensei LaRusso where doing a merged class together for a new lesson they wanted to work on together. It was high energy and high stamina training. It was extremely intense but it was a good work out for all of the students to help them grow.

The class started pretty early in the morning. Most of the students showed up a little after sun rise and trading started a hour or so after. It was hitting mid afternoon by the time the Sensei’s called for a break. The students slumped as the break was called. Some students found a spot to slump down and rest, others went into groups to talk and eat lunch, a few worked on some less intense moves from the lesson.

Hawk, Robby and Miguel grabbed their lunch and headed out to the dojo lawn to sit down and eat together. Hawk groaned as he sat down, his legs killing him from the work out. Miguel and Robby rubbed at their shoulders. Robby messing with his forearms and Miguel with his shoulders.

Hawk smirked as he went though his bag and pulled out a bag of his favorite chips.

“I’m starting to get use to the whole letting Reader pack my lunch thing. What she pack you this time?” Hawk raised a brow as he looked over at Robby. Robby smiled as he pulled a candy bar out of his bag “Dark chocolate, as always. Because she's the best.” Miguel rolled his eyes.

“You only like her lunches because she packs you junk food as snacks in the lunches.”

“Actually no, even though I do like chocolate, she packs it because dark chocolate is actually good for you. Also, sometimes I have sugar issues, she makes sure I have some something to keep my sugar up.”

“....I just like chips man.”

Miguel snorted.

Hawk and Robby just laughed as they eat their lunch.

A few minutes later they where just sitting down and relaxing. It was peaceful and quiet out in the yard. Suddenly the silence was broken when both Robby and Hawk’s phones went off with a loud chirp. All three boys raised a brow, the two boys pulled put their phones. Robby opened up his phone to find a notification for “new images” from Reader, he could only guess only she had also sent the same pics to Hawk. He quickly opened his contacts and clicked hers.

His face went red for a moment as he looked at the pictures she had sent him. Hawk was just as stunned but quickly snapped out of it and smirked as he swiped though the pictures. She sent multiple pictures at once to both of them.

Multiple pictures of Reader on their shared bed, selfies of her sitting on it. A few where just of her in regular clothing but more exposed angles of her cleavage. The photos got more and more naughty as they scrolled though them. Ina few she had her face in them smiling at the camera. Then the pics started to change. She was taking bits of clothes off every picture. Shoes, shirt and pants where gone.

Then she was just in a lacy lingerie set that they had never seen her wear before. They don’t even remember seeing it in their closet. She must have gone out and bought it by herself just for them. Hawk bit his lip as he scrolled to the more hot and sexy pictures she had taken for them.

She was in different positions, sitting and laying down on the bed. Then the bra was off, her fat tits where plump and hung heavy on her chest. Her nipples where hard like she had been playing with them for the picture. Then her underwear was off. She displayed her pussy out for them. Wet and glistening in the camera flash. She played with herself, her fingers covered in her own pussy juice.

The picture chain ended with a simple text.

“Hope the class is going good, can’t wait to see you at home later. I’ll be waiting. Xoxo Reader~”

Robby smirked as he put his phone back in his pocket, he did his best to try and cover his half hard cock that stirred in his pants. Hawk clearly doing the same.

“What was that about?”

“We just have to be home on time, Reader needs help with something at the house. She wanted to make sure we knew to come straight home after class.”

[number1mingyustan]

- Cuffing Season-

Your Impact

boyfriend!mingyu x fem!reader

Warnings: established relationship, size kink, switch!reader, switch!gyu, dom!reader, sub!gyu (he just has a hard time admitting it), unprotected sex (riding), light bondage, scratching, kissing, cursing, pet names, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, lowkey brat taming

Summary: Mingyu would actually do anything for you

Word Count: 2.8k

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(a/n: i don’t usually write the dudes being submissive but idk i kinda love it now 💃🏽)

“You know that boy is totally whipped for you right?” Your friend Mai says.

You and Mingyu are currently hosting a barbecue with some friends. Mingyu has finally gotten things better with the company, so he's not working as much. He doesn't have to go in for work at all today, and he figured he'd spend it with the people he loves.

He insisted on hosting and almost went out a bought a new grill just for it.

"What?" You say, turning your head to look at her.

"Mingyu... I'm sure he'd do anything for you. I've never seen a man look at a woman the way he looks at you," she says, eyes locked on the

Mingyu stands in your backyard with a beer in hand. He's wearing a black muscle tee and conversing with some friends. He looks so good even when he's not trying.

He notices you staring and turns his head the slightest bit to your direction before shooting you a wink. Your face grows hot. Even though it's nearly four years into your relationship, he still makes you nervous.

There's truth to her words. Mingyu has never shied away from showing you how much he loves you. Even earlier this week when he was two steps away from buying the pointless new grill, all you had to do was tell him you didn't need it and he listened to you.

"He'd only do anything for me because he knows I'm right," you joke back.

You laugh, but truthfully her words have got you thinking.

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"You okay baby?" Mingyu asks as he brings the last tray of food inside. "You've been quiet lately."

All your guests are gone and it's back to you and him. You're standing at the sink washing some of the leftover dishes.

"Yeah," you give him a small smile. "Just a little tired."

Lie. You're not tired at all, you've just got something on mind that you can't shake. It's what Mai said earlier in the backyard.

"Mingyu... I'm sure he'd do anything for you"

Anything.

Anything entails a lot, and it's got you thinking all kinds of thoughts. There are a number of things that have crossed your mind, but you've never been confident enough to think he'd actually go along with it.

"Well I'll finish cleaning up and you can go upstairs okay? Get some rest baby," he places his hand on your arm gently.

"You don't have to–"

"Nonsense," he cuts you off. "Mostly everything is cleaned up already. It's no worry."

He kisses your cheek and sends you on your way upstairs. But rest is still the last thing on your mind and you've already got an idea brewing in your head.

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When Mingyu enters your shared bedroom upstairs, you're nowhere to be found. He strips himself down to his underwear before sitting down on the bed.

The door is closed, but he notices the light is on in the bathroom connected to your room.

And moments later, you walk out in one of his t-shirts.

"There you are," he says, large hands pulling you over to him by the waist.

"Gyu," you say. "You'd do anything for me right?"

"Of course baby, what's this about?" he asks, voice laced with worry.

"Like anything anything," you clarify.

"Yeah baby, what is it?"

"I was just thinking you know... I wanna be in charge tonight. Let me tie you up," you suggest.

Mingyu blinks a few times in disbelief. He'd actually started to worry and you're just horny. He crosses his arms.

"What are you on about?" he asks.

"I just wanna be in charge for once," you inform him.

"I let you be in charge on your birthday every year baby," he sighs.

"I know... and it's my favorite day of the year."

He groans. "Baby..."

"Please? You said you'd do anything for me," you remind him.

"Yeah but I didn't think you meant–"

"C'mon baby..." You pout, pulling off his t-shirt. It revelas the lacy red set you were hiding underneath. It distracts Mingyu for a moment too. He loses his mind any time you wear red. Especially this set. "You love me, and you said anything"

"C'mon Gyu, I know you're not gonna pass up an opportunity to fuck me. I'm even wearing your favorite set." you say.

"I never said all that," he raises an eyebrow.

"Well... then we're not fucking unless I'm in charge," you say.

"You don't mean that," he frowns.

"And if I did?" You ask, pushing him down on the bed so his back meets the sheets.

"You're so cruel," he sighs.

"And your ego is fragile," you say.

"No it's not," he grumbles.

"Yes it is baby, your ego is the only thing getting in the way," you push your hips down against his. "You want this so bad. I can feel it."

"Not true"

"But you're already so hard, Gyu," you smirk.

"So what?"

"You're into this"

" 'M not," he lies.

"You are!"

"No... you're practically naked and sitting on my lap, of course I'm turned on," he defends.

"So you're not even the slightest bit into the idea?" you ask, subtly pulling out a silky rope.

"No," he lies.

"Not even a little bit?" you ask as you begin tying his hands above his head.

"No"

"So then why'd you just let me tie a pretty bow with your hands?" you grin.

"You're just sneaky..." he groans.

"True," you say with a smirk. You reach around yourself, unclipping your bra and allowing it to fall. "But you could've stopped me, and you didn't."

This time, he doesn't even bother responding. His eyes are scanning your body shamelessly. He's fucking throbbing in his underwear. There's already precum drooling through the material.

He can say he's not into it all he wants, but his body tells a different story.

You're nearly satisfied with yourself. You've got your big, strong boyfriend tied up nearly about to cum untouched in his underwear. Someone so large and dominant like Mingyu in a position like this? It swells your ego. All you have to do now is get him to submit to you.

You begin leaving wet kissing along his skin, starting at his neck and making your way down toward his V-line. Your hand finds its way to his very prominent bulge, slowly palming him through his underwear.

"You're so hot... fuck," he moans.

You grin, pulling his underwear down and allowing his cock to spring up and rest against his stomach. "Glad to see you're finally giving in."

" 'M not," he protests. "I called you hot, didn't say anything about being your little bitch boy."

"Oh but you are my little bitch boy," you smirk.

Before he can get another word out, you're wrapping your lips around his cock. You take his entire length in your mouth, allowing his tip to hit the back of is throat before withdrawing your mouth completely and leaving him squirming.

"Fuck's sake," he groans.

"Such a pretty cock," you say, swiping your thumb across the tip. He lets out a hiss. " 'S big and pretty Gyu... just like you.

"D-Don't say stuff like that," he whines.

"Why? Scared you might like it too much?" you bite down on your bottom lip.

"No... it just doesn't suit me," he pouts.

"You don't think you're pretty?" you tilt your head to the side.

"You're the pretty one," he compliments.

You grin. "Thank you baby." You press a quick kiss on his lips. "You're pretty too though. So pretty and big, I love it. I only say it cuz I mean it."

He groans.

You lick your lips before sliding your damp panties down your thighs. Once they're off, you're quick to toss them onto Mingyu's face with a giggle.

"Baby girl..." he groans.

He tugs on his restraints, but it does nothing.

"Feel how wet they are?" you ask.

"Uh huh. Just for me?"

"Yeah Gyu, only pretty little bitch boys get me that wet," you giggle. “Gonna gag you with those next time.” You toss your panties onto the floor somewhere. “But for now… I wanna hear you. Gonna make you my bitch. Have you moaning and crying for me.”

He groans again, cock throbbing at your words. Much like Mingyu, you too have started to grow a little impatient. You lift your hips, holding his cock against your slit.

"You want it?" you ask.

He nods.

"Use your words Gyu," you tell him.

"Yes," he says.

"Good boy"

He doesn't have time to comment on the pet name because you're already sinking down on his cock. He can feel the stretch of your cunt accommodating to his length.

And fuck, it feels so good.

You're fucking him like a mad woman, circling your hips and bouncing on his cock. His tip is nestled deep inside of you, pushing in further and further with each bounce of your hips.

"Holy shit," he moans.

Your hands grip his shoulders for support.

"Love it when you ride me," he admits, tilting his head back.

"Yeah?" you smirk. "You should let me do it more often."

"Nu uh," he protests.

"How come?" you pout.

"Don't wanna," he strangles out.

"Don't wanna what, huh? Don't wanna watch my tits bounce in your face? Don't wanna stretch me out while I'm on your lap? Don't wanna Fill me up without doing any of the work? What is it Gyu?"

"Fuck you're driving me crazy," he groans.

"Your cock is so big Gyu... swear it was fucking made for me," you moan. "Always stretch me open so good"

Just when he thinks it can't get any better, the rhythm of your hips changes. You're circling your hips differently and it feels incredible.

You're spelling your fucking name on his cock.

"You're mine," you breathe out. "Say it Gyu."

"You're mine," he groans out.

"Nu uh," you stop moving, planting yourself on his cock.

He groans, tipping his head against your shoulder. "Fuck... please keep going."

"Say it Gyu," you tell him.

He groans again against your shoulder. "Don't do this to me."

"C'mon Gyu, 's two words. It's not that hard, I promise." You say.

"Fuck me..."

"I will baby, just say it first. I promise. You know I don't break my promises," You assure him.

"Fuck," he groans again. " 'M yours, I'm fucking yours baby”

"Good boy," you start bouncing again, picking up in speed.

"Don't say that..."

"Why? Scared you might cum too soon?" you tease.

He moans out in response. Being completely honest, you were right. He could already feel how close he was, dangerously close. Your stamina has never been this good and he's mentally cursing himself because if you don't stop soon, he'll cum before you.

But you're just as needy as him. You won't stop any time soon. Matter of fact, this position is perfect. It allows you to press your clit against his pubic bone, providing you with another layer of friction. You're in a blissful state, feeling every stretch of his cock and thoroughly enjoying your ride.

"C'mon baby... you can't tap out on me now," you tease. Mingyu is fucking losing it. Every time you move, you're reminding him that you're the only one who can fuck him like this. He feels like his balls are gonna burst, the feeling intensifying every time your ass slams down against him.

" 'M going dizzy holy fuck–" he moans out. "You're fucking crazy."

"I know baby... your big cock just makes me crazy. Feels so fucking good, I'm so lucky." you moan.

He squeezes his eyes shut tightly. You're bouncing on his cock faster and he's really lost it.

"There we go. Cum for me baby," you encourage, each roll of your hips pulling more out of him.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Slow down!" he cries out.

"Nu uh, you've already been difficult enough. Take it." you demand.

"It's too much!" he cries out. " 'S too much! P-please."

He can't stop it from happening. His cock is throbbing inside of you and you're just not stopping. He's pumping a huge load inside of you and his cock is so sensitive.

He can't take it. You're really not stopping either. Your thighs are sore and your body is begging you for a break. But you're too determined, heart set on overstimulating your big stubborn boyfriend until you cum.

"Hurts... it hurts," he rasps. "Fuck y/n it's too much."

He's restless beneath you, desperately tugging on his restraints to no avail. In his efforts to break free, he's pushing his hips up, fucking himself into you deeper and overstimulating himself more.

Mingyu has never expereinced this feeling. Never felt anything remotely close to this in his life. Overstimulated to this extent and submissive? You are a different kind of woman. As much as he wants to say he hates it, he fucking loves it.

If he was going to do anything for you before, he'd do anything times 10 right now. He loves you so fucking much. He's so lucky to have you. You're like a goddess to him.

You grab his face, holding him by the chin and forcing him to focus on you. "Look at me."

When his eyes meet yours, that's how you know you're broken him. A fucking tear falls from his eyes. One... then two... then three. He's fucking crying. You got your 6'2 dominant CEO to cry over your pussy.

"Fucking take it Mingyu," you growl. "You hear me?"

And then he fucking whimpers. He nods weakly, obeying and fully submitting to you.

Holy shit you're so hot. Mingyu feels pathetic right now but it's turning him on so fucking much. He never knew you had this side to you and he fucking loves it. He wants this experience tattooed onto his brain.

His eyes are still shining from the hot tears spilling. "Wasn't so hard now was it?"

All he can manage is a head shake. His cock is still throbbing inside of you, it stings in the best way possible. He can feel his body going numb. Each bounce goes straight from his cock to his head, making him feel like he might even pass out. But he doesn't want to stop.

You're scratching at his chest as you feel yourself growing closer to the edge. The pain only adds to the pleasure.

"Oh fuck! You're so hot Gyu, cock feels so good. I'm gonna cum!" You cry out. "You wanna make me cum? Huh baby?"

He manages a weak nod before you untie his restraints. He wraps his arms around your back with the little strength he has left. The closer contact allows you to rub your clit against deliciously.

"Go ahead baby, fuck me how you've wanted to this whole time," you rasp.

With his hands on your hips instantly, he tilts his head back, fucking his hips up into you desperately. His thrusts are so sloppy, but you're both so sensitive it feels to be hitting just right. He can feel his own cum dripping down his cock and he's beyond overstimulated. He can't stop fucking into you even though he's so sensitive. It feels so fucking good.

Mingyu's vision goes white momentarily when you cum. It brings a second orgasm out of his that he didn't know was possible. You squeeze around him too good, completely milking him dry of everything. Your body convulses on top of his as the blissful feeling takes over.

You've never cum this hard. And once you do, your body finally gives out, collapsing on Mingyu. You're both breathing heavily as your bodies reach exhaustion.

"Fuck..." he rasps. "You gotta hop off baby. 'M so sensitive."

You give him a weak nod before lifting yourself off of him with shaky legs and falling next to him on the bed. His cock is still semi-hard, throbbing and red.

"Where the hell did that come from?" he asks suddenly.

You lick your lips. "I've always wanted to be in charge."

"You've never put it on me like that on your birthday," he pants. "You're fucking crazy."

"Yeah," you smirk and grab his cock suddenly. He lets out a loud his and jerks back. "But you loved it."

"Fuck! Okay okay... maybe I liked it a little bit," he finally admits.

You press a quick kiss on his lips. "I know."

You swipe your thumb across his damp cheeks. "Can't believe you cried."

He weakly pushes your hand away. "Shut up."

"You big baby," you tease.

"Stop it. You're not allowing to bring that up. Ever."

You grin.

"I'm serious."

"Okay you big baby."

"Stop it!" He reaches his arms out, pulling your sweaty body closer to his.

You lay there for a moment together. It's nice, being in his arms like this. But your body is tired and you're starting to feel sleepy but you haven't showered yet.

"Gyu."

"Hmm?"

"We have to shower."

"No we don't."

"We do. We're all sweaty and gross."

"Baby..."

"C'mon, we can go to bed right after I promise."

"Okay... only cuz I know you don't break your promises."

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© number1mingyustan - Do not repost without permission.

[wandanatrules]

High school sweet hearts

Pairing: high school nat x fem reader 

summary: your parents are gone for the weekend, so your girlfriend comes over to celebrate your anniversary 

warnings: smut, strap use (r receiving), cum eating, brief ass eating, heavy make out, insecurity, hickeys, cunnilingus, 

You and Natasha have been together for a year now and you couldn't be happier. She was your first girlfriend and the one who made you realize you liked girls. 

You and nat are kind of a "power couple" at your school. Nat had always been a popular person especially among the ladies and you were ecstatic when she asked you to be her girlfriend last year. 

You loved every single part of your relationship with nat, especially what goes on behind closed doors. When you two first had sex with each other you were nervous, because it was your first time. Nat was more experienced, but it was okay because she ran you through everything and made you feel comfortable and secure. Ever since that first night, you broke out of your shell and aren't shy anymore when it comes to sex. You and nat have it as often as you can and since your anniversary is coming up this weekend, just in time for your parents and siblings to go out of town, you want to give Nat the night of her life. 

The truth is you have always been kind of insecure when it comes to your relationship with nat, because of all the girls that want her and try to break you guys apart. You're scared that nat will leave you for someone prettier or better in bed than you, so you try your hardest to make sure all her needs are met. You know you shouldn't be worried, because every time you bring it up to nat she reassures you that she only wants you and all the other girls mean nothing to her. Plus she always whispers in your ear and says, "and baby you're the one I think about when I touch myself, you're the only one I get to fuck dumb and you have the prettiest and tastiest pussy I have ever had. Those girls have nothing on you."

   Friday night came and your family had left you alone in the house. It was 5 pm and you were getting ready for nat to come and pick you up at 7 to take you on your anniversary date. The first thing you had to do was take a shower. After you showered you put on the white lacy lingerie set you had bought, well nat bought it you just picked it out for this occasion. You still had time to kill so you wanted to tease nat and send her a picture of what is to come tonight. You took a mirror picture of you in the lingerie and purposely showed off your breasts and ass.

You- (insert image attached) thought you might want to see the set you bought me, you know to make sure you got your money's worth. 😏💋

natty💋🥵🤎- that was the best money I have ever spent baby, you look so sexy like that and I can't wait to see you 😍🥵. How about you send me another one? 😏

You- sorry natty, but the rest you can see later

natty💋🥵🤎- I'm on my way, we can start our night earlier I just need to see you now

   You weren't ready yet so you put your phone down and decided on a black, body con dress that was tight fitting and short so you could tease your girlfriend. You sprayed yourself in her favorite perfume of yours, you know its the one that makes her go feral so you sprayed extra just for good measure. 

You grabbed your purse and went downstairs to the kitchen. You poured yourself a glass of pineapple juice and sat on the couch scrolling through your phone while you await her arrival. 

Not even five minutes later she rang the doorbell. You walked over and opened it and saw Natasha with a bouquet of flowers. She smiled at you and pulled you by the waist into a kiss. She was wearing a long sleeve black turtle neck shirt tucked into a black and white pair of gingham pants. Her ginger hair was in waves and she was wearing a silver chain and a necklace with your initials on it. Even though you were wearing heels she still towers over you, in a way that is so hot it makes you melt. She had her silver rings on her huge veiny hands and groped your ass while she was hugging you. "I missed you baby." She said in your ear as she started kissing up your neck.

   "Natty, I missed you too", you said as you kissed her one more time and walked away to put the flowers in water. When you came back you found Natasha sitting on the couch scrolling through her phone and she smiled when she looked up at you. She pulled you into her lap and started passionately kissing you everywhere making you moan and whine while bucking your hips for friction. "Nat" you breathed out, "we should get going, we're gonna be late for dinner." You said while trying to get up but she tightened her grip on you.

   "baby please, I want you to be my dinner." She pleaded as she continued kissing you while her hands were traveling south. You worked up all the self control in your body, because if you didn't get up now you would end up having sex on the couch and missing your reservation and spoiling your perfect night.

   You got up much to her dismay and pulled her by the hand out to the car. She broke away from you and went to open the door of the passenger seat for you before closing it and walking over to her side and getting in. She started the car and made her way to the restaurant. You always thought nat looked so good when she drives. She had one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh moving up slowly getting dangerously close to your core.

   That was all you really remembered of your anniversary date with your wonderful girlfriend. Of course the dinner was great and the movie she took you to after was even better, but the part you were most excited for didn't happen until she took you home. 

You told her to pack an overnight bag, because you wanted her to stay with you while your parents were gone. When you guys entered the house you made your way up to your room. She wanted to shower, so you waited on the bed for her. You decided to take your dress off and lie on the bed in the lingerie, because you were eager for her to have you.

 It felt like an eternity, but when she finally left the bathroom she gasped when she saw you on the bed. She was wearing just an oversized shirt and her panties and she could feel them getting wet. She walked to the bed hovered over you and started kissing you everywhere. She got to your lips and started kissing you rough and passionately. Her tongue explored your mouth and pulled whines and moans from you. You kept bucking your hips up seeking friction, so she put her thigh in between your legs to try and ease the ache. She started kissing down your neck leaving dark purple bruises. "I want everyone to see you're mine, so when all those girls come up and tease you you can show them these," she growled in your ear. She removed your bra and sucked your left nipple into her hot mouth. Once she littered your breast with marks she moved to the next one and did the same.

   "Natty, your mouth is so good." You moaned at the feeling as you gripped your hands in her hair. She kissed down your stomach and kissed the wet spot on your panty-clad core. She looked at you asking for permission to take your panties off and you eagerly nodded. She slipped the panties off and licked a stripe through your folds. She sped up the pace and you bucked your hips up to match the pace while moaning and whining and panting. "Oh nat please, I need to come." You said as you gripped her hair even harder as she growled and let out a moan.

   "Don't worry, detka. You can cum when your ready." Nat said before going at an animalistic pace and nipping and sucking at your clit. You came not even a second later and covered nat's face in your arousal. She licked her lips and smirked up at your, before making her way up your body,face to face. Once your breathing got back to normal, you licked your cum off of her cheeks and moaned at the taste of yourself. She pulled you into a kiss and you whined when she took your bottom lip and sucked it into her mouth. "You are the most gorgeous girl in the world, baby. I love you so much." She said to you with a peck on the lips before getting up and stripping her shirt and panties off leaving you both completely naked.

   "I love you more, natty." You said while watching her open your bedside table and grab the strap she left there for times like this. She put the smaller end inside herself with a moan and secured the harness around her waist. She got back on the bed and straddled you while looking at you with lust blown eyes.

   "That's not possible, but get it wet and ready for you detka." She commanded before you spit in your hand and raked it up and down the strap, jerking it off. You repeated doing that until the strap was dripping with your saliva. "How do you want my cock?" She asked while kissing and groping your breasts.

   "I want you to pound into me from behind." You said looking up at her with doe eyes and biting your lip.

   "Your so fucking sexy, baby. Get on your hands and knees!" She growled out while flipping you on your stomach harshly. You assumed the correct position and natasha gripped your ass cheeks before rubbing the tip of the strap through you folds. "You ready?" She asked while reaching up and groping your tits. You nodded your head furiously, "Words baby" she demanded.

   "yess natty please fuck me" you got out with a gasp when you felt her roughly fill you up and grope you from behind. She started of slow until she got a good rhythm and started pounding into you at a fast pace. She gripped your thighs pulling you into her, while she was basically humping you. You were already sensitive from your previous orgasm, so you were close to cumming. "Nat, please I'm so close" and with that she started going at an animalistic pace, fucking into you so hard your whole body was bouncing, your tits were hitting your face, and the bed was banging into the wall. "I'm cumming!" You said as you squirted everywhere leaving the sheets a mess. Nat came too just a few seconds later. After you both came down from your highs nat pushed you down to lay on your stomach and began licking all the arousal and cum from your vagina and ass.

   "Wouldn't want it to go to waste, baby" she looked up and licked her lips as you were panting and moaning like you were in heat. She got up and threw the strap in the shower to be washed later. "Come on baby time for you to clean up, your gonna be sore and sticky."  She said while picking you up and bringing you to the bathroom.

   "Shower with me please, natty." You said with a pout while not letting go of her.

   "Baby, you know how much I want to, but I have to wash the sheets and get new ones, because of your little 'talent'" she said before kissing the pout off your lips and placing you down on the counter. 'But I promise when you get out we can cuddle and kiss in the fresh warm sheets while watching whatever movie you want." She kissed you one more time and walked towards the door. Before she left she said, "Don't forget to wash the strap." As she closed the door and walked out of the bathroom.

[satrs]

✘𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵｡✘

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎Requested by my lovely darling @amiii0 &lt;;33

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; seems that the hatered the both of you had for each other was all just play pretend.

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; Izana Kurokawa x fem!reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 2.4k

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT. MDNI! unprotected sex. dirty talk(?). riding. slight sub Izana. pussydrunk Izana. enemies to lovers. reader wears a skirt. nicknames(princess, good girl, baby).

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+!

"Why is he here? You said we'd be alone."

You asked from the doorstep as you heard noises from the inside of the house, brows furrowing.

You hated him. His annoying remarks and insults always managed to drive you mad. Ever since that one time the both of you got caught in an argument when you came over to visit his sister, who also happened to be your best friend- Emma, there is not a moment where the both of you don't shoot dirty looks at each other.

"I thought so too. He came back with his friends some time ago and I don't think they'll leave any time soon." Your visibly displeased expression causes Emma to flash you a nervous smile, trying to calm you down. "Look, we can go out if you-"

"There's no need to." You both looked at the young blonde man who appeared next to Emma, a handsome smirk plastered on his face as he leaned against the door, looking at you.

Your annoyed expression soon turned into one of joy as you saw the man, lightly biting the inside of your cheek. "Mikey. Hey." He only let out a low chuckle in return, his attention now on Emma. "It's alright, sis. They're all leaving now anyway. I'll tell him to go to his room and not be a pain in the ass." You chuckled at his remark, stepping inside the house soon after.

Right after you kicked off your shoes and put off your jacket, you heard a whistle ring behind you and as you turned around, a long-haired blonde man, accompanied by glasses on his nose stood behind you, cheeky grin on his face as he shamelessly looked you up and down. You huffed at that, quickly making your way into the living room, still feeling the long-haired man's eyes boring into your back.

"Didn't know Izana had a girl." You gasped in shock as you felt someone's hot breath on your neck, coming face to face with a black-haired man, a scar over half of his face. A sour expression overtook you, offended by his words. "Like hell. I'd rather die."

You heard the mentioned man let out a pity laugh from the couch at that, face twisted in distaste. Before you could snap at him, another man appeared next to the one behind you, roughly patting his shoulder. "Let's get out of here, Kakucho. We don't want to bother this pretty girl, do we?"

"Get moving, Ran." Emma interfered, crossed arms over her chest as she urged the men to leave. Ran chuckled at that, him and Kakucho making their way to the door. "You're a pretty girl too Emma. No need to be jealous."

"Ran you're out of here in the next ten seconds or I'll make you." Ran raised his hands in defeat. "The overprotective brother and jealous boyfriend acting doesn't suit you right, Mikey. See ya around."

Mikey gritted his teeth at that, visibly annoyed by his brother's companions, soon turning his attention towards his brother on the couch. "Just because Shinchiro is gone for some days doesn't mean you can act like a bitch. He entrusted me the household."

"I'm acting like a bitch?" He stood up, firmly glaring at you before letting out a sarcastic laugh and turning to go to his room, trying to escape the argument. Mikey and Emma both chuckled at his action. "Almost unbelievable that he's the second oldest."

"Petty as always." Mikey's gaze shifted back to you. "Both of you have fun, yeah?"

.·:*¨ ✘ ✘ ¨*:·.

You and Emma both made yourself comfortable on the couch, binging you both's favorite TV show until it struck you. "Emma? Why aren't you in uniform?" You motioned on your shirt, which the both of you bought as a matching reference to the show you always watched together, it was almost like some kind of ritual- you came over at her place every weekend to watch it together.

She gasped at that, hand flying to her mouth as she looked at you, as if she had betrayed you. You laughed at that. "I forgot! Wait, I'll go and get it-" "No don't worry I'll get it. I watched this episode already so I won't miss anything." Another gasp erupted from her as she now looked at you in betrayal. "Traitor!" You stood up and rushed to her room, giggling while doing so. "Guilty. I just couldn't wait, you know."

As you stepped into the familiar room you quickly gathered what you came for from her closet, chuckling lightly at you both's silly ideas. But your smile soon disappeared from your face as you heard a barely audible moan from another room. knitting your eyebrows in both confusion and worry, you stepped outside, closely listening for any other noises.

And again, a muffled moan reached your ears and you looked to the source of the voice - Izana's door. "The fuck?", you lowly whispered to yourself. You should just mind your business and go back to Emma but, what if he was hurt?

If we're being honest, you were playing dumb. No one would sound like- this when they are hurt. But, you were curious, who could blame you? Maybe you could get a tease out of it.

You carefully stepped towards his door which was lightly open, peeking through the gap as your hand flew to your mouth at the sight- Izana was on his bed, hair disheveled and sweat glistening on his forehead as his hand rapidly stoked his dick, biting his lip in an attempt to muffle his moans.

"Oh fuck." You squeezed your thighs together in anticipation, to invested in the sight before you to look away. There was no denying he was insanely attractive, but he was an asshole. A big one at that. If he could just shut his mouth, then maybe you would-

"Y/N, fuckkk." Did you just hear that right? Did he just- what the hell? There is no way, you have to open that door and confront this sick fuck about-

"Y/N! What is taking you so long? Is everything alright?" You saw Izana stop his movements at the shrill voice of his little sister, shook on his face as he quickly stood up, adjusting his pants back on as curses flew from his lips. "Shit shit shit." Did you hear him?

He felt his heart sink as he heard your voice close- too close to his room. "Y-yeah, I just have to use the bathroom real quick! I got some issues, you know how it is."

You didn't think, mind spinning and stomach turning, hearing both Emma's voice and Izana's loud footsteps coming closer. "Oh damn, you can use my pads and take a shower if you want!" Closer.

"Thanks-" You came face to face with Izana's furious expression, face twisted in both embarrassment and shook. "You fucking creep", he whisper-yelled, "what is wrong with you!?" He slapped the door right into your face as you still stood there, unable to move with your mouth hanging open. What just happened? You should probably go back to Emma and-

The door suddenly swung open and the white-haired male quickly dragged you into his room, closing the door and pressing you right onto it and locking the door, too fast for you to react. "You had it coming." and with that he smacked his lips against yours, you gasping into his mouth in shock before leaning into it, taking what he gave you.

The both of you had to catch your breath after the kiss, low-lidded purple eyes staring at you. You finally took the courage to speak up, shoving him roughly, causing him to take a few steps back near his bed, talking up to him to lecture him. "You're the creep here. You moaned my name and then you think the only response you can think of is kiss me? You're fucking disgusting."

He sat at the edge of his bed, head falling into his hand as he groaned into it, regretting his actions. "Sorry." A smirk crept it's way onto your features at the sound of his voice. Never had you heard him say sorry. Hell- you didn't know that this word was even in his vocabulary. Maybe he did have some heart in him.

"Saying sorry doesn't do anything." He peered up at that, wide eyes looking at your unreadable expression, a confused look on his face as you moved near him, staring to straddle his lap. But he didn't complain, oh no, he let you do you.

If he was being honest, he was still horny and hard- so, why not?

You lightly pushed him onto the bed, head leaning down to his, mere inches away from his face. "Tell me," You placed a feather-light kiss to his neck, his shacky breath causing you to grin against his tanned skin, "tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."

Your whisper against his lips caused his dick to twitch painfully in his pants and he knew for sure you felt it too. Of course you would tease him, he hated you after all. Or, that's what you thought.

He didn't have to usher a word, his actions speaking for themself as his hands took hold of your hip, grinding you on top his clothed length. "You exactly know what I want, Y/N. And you sure as hell want it too." You had to muffle a moan by caging your lip between your teeth as your clothed clit bumped against his trousers just right, needily rocking your hips to his rhythm. Thank God you wore a skirt today.

"See? You actually can keep that petty mouth shut. What a surprise." A frustrated groan left your lips at his teasing, growing needier by any second, quickly raising your hips to free his erection from his trousers, pushing your panties to the side as you lead his angry tip through your wet folds, sinful sounds escaping the both of you. "What a good girl," His words got cut of by a low moan as you sank down onto him, walls hugging his length as if you were molded for his cock, next words only audible as a whisper, "That’s it."

Your hips swiftly began to move back and forth, his hands sneaking to your ass to increase the rythm, flesh of your ass ripping at the harsh impact of his hand on it.

He lifted his head to look where your bodies were connected, another moan escaping his lips as you clenched around him, head falling back into the cushion, eyes closed in pleasure. "Fuck."

A knock snapped Izana out of his pleasure, head snapping to the door. "I'm going out for a bit. You wanna join?" It was the voice of his brother, Mikey. Always in the worst possible moments-

"Answer him." His gaze went back at you, your eyes looking up at him from his neck, hips beginning to pick up their pace, causing his hand to clasp over his mouth, groaning into it.

"Izana? You alright there, bro?" The doorknob began to twist and turn, Izana's heart rapidly breathing. Stop moving, stop moving, stop-

A moan escaped his lips as you bit onto his neck to muffle your own moans, curses falling from his lips as his hand griped your ass thightly, trying to halt your movements. "F-fuck off, i'm not gonna-", He stopped himself, slapping your ass in a warning manner as your hole sucked him in. "go out with you."

He could still muster the sigh from his brother before he heard his footsteps disapearing, heart now feeling a bit more at ease. But there was still one problem- Emma. He looked at the clock. It's been ten minutes since you caught him.

You have to stop right now, or Emma will get suspicious. But he can't. "Pretty pussy going to be the death of me- shiitt, just like that, baby. Don't stop, gotta be quick."

His brows knitted as he felt himself nearing his limit, soon begining to thrust up into you roughly, leaving you gasping for air and mewl into his neck. "I'm gonna cum, 'zana." He groaned at the nickname you gave him, hips speeding up and sound of skin slapping on each other growing louder. "Yeah? Then be a good girl and cream 'round me."

With one more thrust of his hips your body arched into his touch, thighs shacking in his hold as you came undone, face twisting in pleasure. "Give it to me, princess. All of it."

Your walls flutter around him, tight grip around him, his thrusts turning sloppy before he painted your walls in his hot cum, hand flying to your neck to push his lips onto yours, moaning and groaning into your mouth.

The both of you soon catched your breath, your body falling limp ontop of him until you heared footsteps approacing. "Y/N? Where the hell are you?" The footsteps momentarily disapeared into the bathroom until returning to Izana's door, twisting the knob frantically. "Izana! What is going on, is Y/N with you?"

Your eyes shoot up at him, pleading him to say no, but his smirk made you realize what he was about to do. His hand brushed some hair out of your face before answering. "Yeah, why?"

You cursed under your breath before quickly getting off of the young man, him trying to hide the wide grin that was threatening to grow. "Y/N What the hell? Why is the door locked?"

Izana also adjusted himself quicly as you rushed to the door, sitting up on his bed. You came to view with a confused and both furious Emma, face showing all you needed to know.

Your breathing was back to normal but your hair were still slightly out of place, your skirt riding up a bit too high on your thighs. "Y/N. This better not be what I think-"

"We were just talking, calm down." Emma's eyes snapped to his brother, eyebrow quirking up at that. "Talking?" He shrugged. "Yeah. Settling our quarrel." Your head craned into his direction, slight smirk played on his lips. "Right, Y/N?"

You felt Emma's gaze back at you, swallowing the lump in your throat. "Y-yeah. We're good now." He lightly chuckled at that, surprising the both of you. "I'm glad."

"Me too." Emma's expression was back to her normal, cheerful one, clasping her hands together before taking you by the hand, leading you back to the living room. "Alright, enough chit-chat. The show is waiting."

You looked back at Izana who blew you a teasing kiss before motioning his finger to your thigh, where you felt his cum leaking down, your cheeks lightly heating up at that and frantically trying to wipe it off.

"See you next week, Y/N. I'm already thrilled to watch that show with you."

©︎𝐊-𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐒. all rights reserved. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

[lias-writings]

Feminine girlfriend headcannons

request: no

pairing: bella ramsey x fem!reader

tw: fluff, feminine!reader, mentions of public affection, mentions of men,

summary: headcannons of Bella having super feminine girlfriend <3

a/n: before anything, i do not want people to think I am gendering makeup, dresses etc. “feminine” becase idk how else to call it and regardless of if you’re a female/male/non-binary you can dress/wear makeup how ever you want, okay I hope you understand, enjoy<33

masterlist

🎀 first of all I just know bella would love watching you getting all dolled up even to just go shopping

🎀 bella being hot, rich actor would definitely spoil you as much as he can, they would buy you any clothes or makeup you desire

🎀 sometimes she would let you do their makeup or skincare but just becase he can’t say no to you

🎀 I feel like bella would love when you wear mini skirts/dresses, but hate when others, especially men are staring!!

🎀 even tho your closet is mostly pastel-coloured, you love wearing bella’s baggy tomboy t-shirts

🎀 and they would love you wearing them even more

🎀 most of the time bella’s amazed with the magic you can do with makeup or the complicated hairstyles you’re able to create on your head

🎀 whenever you get the opportunity you love to curl their hair cuz they look amazing with the waves (the gif🧎🏿‍♀️)

ANYWAY

🎀 bella loves to show you off so whenever she has some event going on, they take you to the red carpet with her and always make sure you two are matching

🎀 if you are also famous she’s at all of your important events/premieres!!

🎀 one of bella’s love languages is gift giving so whenever he sees you admiring a new bag or a fancy dress, few days later you have it laying on your bed in a gift bag/box with a small gift-card from your lovely partner <33

🎀 whenever a dude in a public is staring at you they always wrap an arm around your waist and hold you closer to them

🎀 bella loves shopping with you, their favorite part is when you get home and you’re trying on all the stuff you bought putting on a little show

🎀 you have matching bracelets you made for the two of you awwh

🎀 talking about bracelets bella loves buying you a fancy jewelry, they definitely got you a promise ring on your either b-day or anniversary

🎀 let’s stick to the rings; whenever you buy a new ring for bella they wear it for next interview and whenever the interviewer mentions their ring she’s always like “yeah, my gf got me this!”

🎀 bella’s definitely a sucker for thighs so when you’re wearing short skirt it’s hard for them to keep their hands to themselves

🎀 if you’re the type of person that would say “there is nothing in there” while staring at the closet filled to bursting with clothes they’d would just raise an eyebrow and give you one of their comfy grey sweatshirt <33

🎀 matching earrings!!!

🎀 you stealing one of their t-shirts and them asking you after like 6 moths if you don’t know where that t-shirt is

🎀 when you and bella officially announced that you are a couple people were shocked cuz you “didn’t look gay” ( no because how are we fem!lesbians/bi/pan girls supposed to look gay? )

🎀 if you are not famous, you definitely had a social media and dating an actor kinda helped raising the numbers up so you may or may not started thinking about posting grwm’s/makeup tutorials if you do bella’s always commenting something like “first” or “can I get a hi🥺”

🎀 last but not least you two would definitely became the “it couple” as the perfect example of masc! and fem! or some shit like that. 😍

[rain-day-today]

A few more baby fairytail headcanons because their the found family that haunts me in my dreams🫶🏽 these are a little more natsu and gray centric cause those are my favs

Gray and Natsu did not have a place to live until they were in the guild for like a year . There were too many parentless orphans running around and not enough people to keep track of them, so It was couch surfing hot potato like nobody’s business.

Natsu’s stuff was scattered to the high heavens. You would find his sandals in Laxus’s room, bag in the Strauss Siblings place,any clothes were scattered between Erza, Cana and Levy. Really its a miracle he had clothes at all considering the fact he also refused to wear a shirt his first month( “you don’t needs shirts in the forest snd their itchhhyyy” ) . Gray was a bit better and just had a card board box that he took to people’s house when he decided (without the person’s permission) to crash there for the next week. Ironically,The two would always end up trying to crash with the same person on the same night. Natsu would be climbing into the room through the window right when Gray was breaking in by picking the lock.

Speaking of which, Everyone but erza can pick locks. Lissana is the fastest followed by Cana and then Natsu. Mira just broke the door down.

Whenever they were smaller and Erza went on a job with Levy they had an unspoken understanding to only speak like they were from medieval times. There were alot of questions afterward and more lost in translation.

Little Cana would cut and dye everyone’s hair. She Once dyed natsu’s hair black, mistaking the hair dye as extra shampoo-y shampoo

That was the worst week of Natsu and Grays life. Whenever they were out in public together they got mistaken for brothers.

”WHAT DO YOU MEAN BROTHERS?! HES A BROODING EMO STRIPPER! WE DON’T LOOK ANYTHING CLOSE TO RELATED. ”

*cana and laxus dying of laughter*

*maco and wakaba choking*

“BROTHERS?! BROTHERS?!?? ARE YOU BLIND HIS FACE IS FREAKY! FREAKY ! AND LOOKS COMPLETELY STUPID, HOW COULD YOU THINK THAT ME AND THAT THING SHARED ANYTHING?!?!”

natsu and gray couldn’t look at each other that entire week.

EmoTeen!Gray discovered the girls taste in books after being locked in the library closet during “book club”

Natsu knows exactly what Erza and Levy read. super hearing y’know? He wont admit to it but he knows not to be in the guild whenever those high pitched giggle start.

Laxus gets severely motion sick. He used to deal with it by using those stupid looking motion sickness glasses every time he got on a train. Now he just sells his soul to the devil (mira) for a bottle of magic elixir ( straight vodka) that lets him pass tf out.

Erza lost an Erza look alike contest once

Mira lost a Mira look alike contest

Lissana won both of them back to back

Natsu has a collection of hand me downs that he refuses to wear or get rid of. Most of them are Erzas old armors or things gray stripped and forgot about, but he has a little of everyone. His favorite one is Laxus’s old big coat.

Elfman does a little quote of the day thing in the guildhall

Elfman once got all the fairytail kids including s-class Laxus, Erza, and Mira to Jump Guildarts. No one knows the outcome because at some point all the smaller kids got knocked out with only Erza,Mira and Laxus left awake and they wont tell who won.

When they were younger there was a cute skate park the girls would visit often, thats why they can do all the cool skate board tricks.

Levy bought a motorcycle after getting the money from her first “big” job

Natsu once put a tin full of mentos in multiple buckets of coke in the guild hall infirmary

One time gramps was feeling really down and kids did a little play to cheer him up. They did sleeping beauty with Levy as Sleeping Beauty, Cana as the prince, Mira was maleficent, and Laxus as the prince’s horse. Gray, Natsu, and Elfman were obviously the fairies. Erza wasn’t in the guild at the moment much to her dismay. The play genuinely went incredibly well except instead of waking the princess up with a kiss, Cana head butted Levy so hard it caused Levy to pass out.

Little Valentines Day scenario

(No i do not care that its may)

The first year they were all together, Natsu and Gray got in trouble with Erza the day before valentine’s day. Them hearing everyone gush about wanting someone to give them something, decided that the best way to apologize (save themselves) would be to give her a bunch of valentines day candy and presents. They gave them to her at the guild with cute cards and she was so so happy she started to tear up. This marks Erza as the first person among them all to get a Valentine present.

The others were silently seething, which turned into alot of teasing “ Aww looks like Grays got a crushhh,” “ Look at natsu being all gentlemen like , Erza must be a special special girl,” Erza promptly beat them all up for it, and Gray and Natsu were successfully in their mission to save themselves!

They did feel kinda bad afterwards seeing the others look longingly at Erza quite large pile. Natsu sneakily went out and bought some more chocolates to hand cheer everyone up, gray joined in because “No way am I letting flame brain be liked more then me!” They obviously fought, which melted the chocolates. No fear however! Natsu tempered the chocolates to perfection and gray used his magic to make fun molds.

The next day they handed them out and now its a tradition. On Valentine’s day you get candy from the boy of your dreams, the next day Natsu and Gray give you a creepily detailed mini you made out of chocolate.

[lokischocolatefountain]

The Gun in The Back of His Jeans (Part I)

Series Masterlist

Fandom: Narcos

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Rating: 18+ (smut and fluff)

Word count: 4.3k words

Summary: He was handsome, sweet, had kind eyes. He frequented the same restaurant she did and bought her a snack on the regular. Sweet, right? But he had a gun tucked in the back of his jeans and that could only mean danger. But soon, it begins meaning a lot more than that to her.

A/N: Written for this request. This is married!Javi before he was married, when he was just the hot gun in the restaurant. I’ve had this sitting in my google docs since March y’all. This was either going to be one very long chapter or two regular sized chapters. I decided on the latter.

He was a cop. There was no looking past that. His posture, his demeanor, the Mexican-American accent when he spoke to the waitress, the jeep he had parked outside the restaurant— he was a cop. She’d been a regular to the restaurant long before he began showing up. Just like her, he found his own spot in a corner and always sat there, back to the wall where he could keep his eyes on the front door. The waitress was always happy to have him because he didn’t make a mess of the place and left a good tip each time. And because he was easy on the eyes.

The man’s sense of fashion was stuck in the 70s, but it did not look too bad. The man knew what worked for him and stuck to it rather than being swayed by trends. He had the first few buttons of his shirt undone and his aviators tucked into it when he wasn’t wearing them. His hair was a jet black mess, but it seemed intentional. Like he was too cool to put a brush through it. Fit him well too. He had a pager clipped onto his belt in the front and on the back—she noticed when she unashamedly stared at his ass as he walked out of the restaurant— a gun.

That was all she needed to stop paying him any attention. It was a little annoying at first to not be able to enjoy the eye candy every morning as she had her coffee. It was like her favorite tv show got canceled and she had nothing to do for entertainment. Sometimes she’d look up from her plate and catch him staring. Unlike the times he caught her staring, he did not look away. He just sent a smile her way and got back to his breakfast.

There was nothing wrong with his smile. He didn’t smirk, didn’t look arrogant, wasn’t creepy and didn’t leer at her. If she didn’t know any better, she would’ve thought him a nice guy who just smiled at a fellow regular at the restaurant. But she did know better.

“Here’s your buñuelos,” the waitress said, placing a small bowl of the golden brown balls on her table.

It was an easy mistake to make. She almost always ordered them, so they might have thought she ordered it today as well. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t order any today.”

“I know,” the waitress said, placing her empty plate on the serving tray. Her eyes twinkled as she continued, “it’s from the embassy hunk in the corner table.”

She didn’t have to look to know who it was, but she did anyway. Just to catch a glimpse of him. She missed her favorite morning television. She found him with his usual smile and now his own little bowl of buñuelos. He picked one up and bit into it, the simple act sending a little shiver through her body. Eating a snack shouldn’t look so damn attractive.

She liked to think herself an intelligent woman. Intelligent women would send the buñuelos back and would not smile back at the dangerous man with a gun in the back of his pants before enjoying the snack. Perhaps she was just not as smart as she’d hoped.

She returned the favor the next morning. Coffee, the way he liked it. She was just paying him back. Or at least that was the excuse she’d given herself when she asked the waitress to put his coffee on her tab. She just didn’t like owing anyone anything, not even a little bowl of buñuelos. He sent her more of them and she had to send him more coffees. She had no choice but to send him coffees. What was she going to do? Go up to him and demand that he stop? The thought of confronting the man was frightening.

She would not admit to herself for a long time that she stopped sending him coffees for the sake of paying him back. Instead, she started sending them just to see his smile as he received the coffee he didn’t order. He’d always pick up the cup in his hand and tilt it in her direction as though clinking their glasses of wine together and saying ‘cheers’ before having the drink. It made her smile. Made her forget about how dangerous he was behind the sweet smile.

The universe was cruel, of course. Every good thing it gave had microscopic text underneath reminding that terms and conditions applied. Everything had a catch.

It was supposed to be a good evening. And it was. Until the knock on the door. Her colleague from the English Literature Department sighed and put her glass of wine down on the table.

“He’s always late. One day, I’ll just not let him in,” she mumbled, annoyed at their chronically late friend. The rest of the table laughed and agreed as she walked up to her front door and unlocked it. Her friend gasped and took a few steps back. Hearing her friend, she, along with the others at the dinner table rushed to the living room.

It was him. Military green tactical vest over the blue shirt she always liked seeing him in, gun pointed at her friend, eyes roving the place and meeting her own before he and the blonde guy he was with moved on to the next door. Her hand trembled ever so slightly and her stomach turned. The food that looked so delicious just a minute ago looked unappetizing now. She drove back home with an empty stomach, knowing she wouldn’t be able to keep anything down even if she forced herself to eat.

It did not affect her colleagues as much as it affected her. To them, he was just another nameless cop knocking on doors on raids to catch criminals. It was nothing new in this neighborhood, her friend had assured her when she saw the fear in her eyes.

She called the restaurant the next morning and begged them to pack her breakfast for her. She did not dare to look in his direction this time. It wasn’t that she was afraid she’d find him pointing a gun at her. No, the opposite really. She was afraid she’d see him looking as handsome as he always did, eating his breakfast and smiling across the room at her. She was afraid of the normalcy of this life for him. It was impossible for her to reconcile the image of the man who sent her buñuelos with the man who held a gun with such ease, like it was second nature to him. If she looked in his direction, the two men would become one.

While she didn’t look, she felt his eyes on her. Not in the way the creeping stares of men made her feel, like she was rotting meat and their gaze a bunch of slithering maggots. Not the way that women were taught to fear from when they were just little girls. It was gentle, the way his gaze touched her. It never lingered too long, never looked at something it shouldn’t, never inspired fear. But it still made her want to run. Run until she stopped wanting to stay right there and let him look as much as his heart desired. Run until she stopped wondering if his hands would roam her just as gently as his eyes did.

She began getting takeaway every morning. It did not taste the same from a styrofoam box in her car, but she got used to it. The waitress placed a box of buñuelos in her plastic bag without her notice. She wasn’t charged for it. Unwanted attention from a dangerous man should’ve scared her. But she sat in her car and ate the snack, feeling tingly. Goodness, she was desperate. She really needed to get laid, get rid of her thoughts of the sweet dangerous man who continued giving her buñuelos even though she’d stopped giving him coffees.

She ignored him successfully. Until she couldn’t. She tried to step aside, but he stood right in front of her. Behind her was the cashier’s desk. She could slip through her right, but she couldn’t make herself move as she found his deep brown eyes, unobstructed by his aviators, looking down at her. He reminded her of the golden retriever she had growing up, the kind that made her dad who didn’t want a dog adore the creature like it was more his child than she.

“Please, let me apologize for that evening.”

She didn’t know what she imagined his voice to be like. But, it wasn’t this. It wasn’t supposed to be so soft and smooth yet rough on the edges. She took in a deep breath, inadvertently taking a whiff of his scent— woody cologne mixed with cigarettes. She hated smokers, found it extremely unattractive. But she couldn’t help but imagine what his plush lips would look like wrapped around a cigarette.

“For what that evening, officer?” She finally dared to ask. She hoped her nervousness didn’t slip into her voice without her noticing.

“Agent,” he corrected.

“What are you apologizing for?”

“I scared you. You were having dinner and it— I was on a raid. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” she said softly. She wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole. She wanted to stay stuck indefinitely in this spot, be surrounded by his masculine scent and his attractive voice. She wanted him to keep talking to her. She wanted to walk away and never see him again. She wanted to gaze into those soft brown eyes until she tired of them.

“Clearly it isn’t, Señorita.” He was stern, yet gentle. Stood his ground but was nice about it.

“Have coffee with me.” Not a question. But it wasn’t demanding either.

She should’ve walked out, breakfast be damned. She should’ve walked out and never returned to the restaurant. Instead, she followed him to his table and sipped on the coffee. She thought owed him that much after all the buñuelos he bought her. It would be rude to reject his invitation.

“You don’t eat here anymore.”

Was she supposed to explain herself? Why did this man whose name she didn’t even know demand an explanation from her about her morning routine? He didn’t sound demanding. He wasn’t intimidating her. But she still hugged her handbag close to her stomach like a nervous child held a stuffed animal.

“I’m just running late a lot these days, that’s all,” she lied, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Javier Peña,” he introduced himself and extended a hand towards her. She took it and shook his hand, revealing her own name to him. His hand enveloped hers entirely, bigger and rougher, a little too callused for a man his age. She noticed the reluctance before he gave her hand a squeeze and finally let go.

They had coffee every morning after that. It was impossible to ignore him and take a seat somewhere else. Javier had this pull that kept her going back. The sweet downturned eyes that looked at her, begging to have a cup of coffee, pretty pink lips she couldn’t pull her eyes away from, the aquiline nose that made her wonder how it’d press against her clit when he licked her pussy…

It’s like he put something in her coffee the way she was intoxicated by him. How she wished that was the case… Unfortunately, it was all her. She was desperate and having slutty thoughts about a goddamn cop. The only way to get over him, she decided, was to fuck him once and get him out of her system.

She didn’t have to work too hard to go back to his place. She asked him if he was free to meet at the same restaurant for dinner. He did and they didn’t bother with eating. He drove her to his place in his jeep. His gun was on the dashboard, glinting under the streetlights, as though asking her if she was sure about going to an armed man’s home. He had his hand on her knee the entire time and it had done more to excite her than most other hands had done when she was fully undressed on their beds. As his thumb caressed her skin, his wrist rested firmly on her thigh, the cold metal of his watch compensating for the heat he’d caused between her legs.

“Fuck,” he muttered breathily as they stopped behind a line of cars. His large hand gripped the steering wheel hard and she watched as he dug a well trimmed nail into the faux leather while his other hand simultaneously touched her gently.

“How far is your place?” She asked, afraid he’d shame her for being too eager.

He did nothing of that sort, squinting at the traffic before he answered, “It might take up to an hour at this rate.”

She groaned and leaned back on her seat, much to his amusement. He laughed, asking, “Are you in a hurry, my little buñuelo?”

“Perhaps I am. I’m a busy woman, Javier. Got a lot of guys lining up outside my door to sleep with me.”

“Mhmm?” He asked, his mustache quirking up along with his lips in amusement. She wanted to reach out and touch it, ask him if he’d let it brush against her as he wrapped his lips around her cunt.

“Yeah. I could just step out of this vehicle and walk away somewhere, you know? Unless you do something to keep me right here,” she said as she placed her hand on the one playing with her knee and nudged it, encouraging him to wander above her knee.

“Fuck, baby!” He swore under his breath as she bit down on her lip and looked up at him tentatively. She was alight with desire and needed him to fan the flames yet quench it with his touch all at the same time. It did not matter that they were in the middle of the fucking road, stuck in traffic and surrounded by people who could catch them with his hand up her skirt. All that mattered was the wetness trickling down her cunt and the man responsible for it dealing with it for her on the road because she asked him to.

“You do this with every guy you’re stuck in traffic with?”

“Maybe I do,” she challenged, raising an eyebrow at him. “Why? Jealous?”

He smiled as he let the tips of his fingers graze her legs, barely touching, making just enough contact to make her tremble with anticipation. She thinks he must’ve noticed her response because the smile on his lips was much too smug otherwise. “Gonna make you forget all those poor motherfuckers you fucked in a car before this.”

“Get to work, Javier. I don’t want you letting your mouth run, promising things you can’t do.”

“You got a mouth on you,” he said as he explored her thigh. He stroked her thigh up and down, up and before he could reach where she wanted him most— down. It was an awkward angle and she hadn’t been quite sure if he could do it, but he did.

“God, baby…” he groaned when he touched her between her legs. She wanted to look away from him, hide in embarrassment at being discovered in such a state of need. But she forced herself to keep her eyes on him, delighting herself in her capability to bring that reaction out of him.

“No wonder you can’t wait, hmm? Fucking soaking,” he said, rubbing her slick around through her panties. “Tell me, what got you so wet?”

“You,” she admitted, not bothering with manners. She was going to fuck him, get him out of her system and go about her own way. So why be proper? She could show him who she truly was and not be afraid that she wasn’t proper girlfriend material.

Deceptively innocent brown eyes glinted at her words, his pink lips turning up with smugness. “Goddamn, I’ve barely touched you and you’re already so wet, huh? Going to be drenched by the time we reach my place.”

He let a finger slip beneath the cotton of her panties, pushing inside her slit. She took a deep breath and adjusted herself on the faux leather seat, taking his thick digit deeper. If that was how thick his finger was, how thick would his— she bit down on her lip as his thumb found her clit. Rewarded by her response, his thumb stayed put, gauging her reaction as he rubbed it in circles.

“Just like that,” she encouraged, leaning back on her seat. He leaned over and kissed her, chaste at first as he gave her little pecks to go with the in and out motions of his index finger inside her. Suddenly, he pulled back, leaving her irritated and ready to pull him back before she realized he did it to drive ahead.

They only moved a couple feet before they stopped and his lips were on hers again. She thrust back onto his finger, getting him to hit the spots in her that she knew gave her the most pleasure. “More,” she whimpered into the kiss, bringing her hand to his and directing him to add another finger. He kissed back with hunger and she let out a deep breath, relieved that he was receptive to receiving directives from her. She just wanted a good fuck and while it was rare in one night stands with men who didn’t know her body and weren’t willing to, she had an inkling that this one would be good.

“So tight around my fingers, baby… Can’t wait to have you around my cock. Gonna stretch you out so good,” he whispered into her ear, nipping at her neck before withdrawing. He took his fingers away too, leaving her empty and fucking up into nothing. She whined in protest, but he paid her no heed, one hand on the steering wheel as he turned into an alley to their left.

“There’s a shortcut,” he explained as he drove. He took his middle finger between his lips and licked, his tongue making a show of it. Her pussy clenched at the lewd act and the groan that emanated from deep within his chest.

“Taste good too. I can’t wait to have it straight from the source. You ever tasted yourself?” He asked and she licked her lips as she watched him. When he raised an eyebrow at her, she realized he was expecting an answer to his dirty question. Swallowing, she shook her head.

“How tragic that you have this delicious pussy, but have never tried it before… Open up,” he said, tapping her cheek with the back of his hand. She obeyed, parting her lips for him, allowing his to slip his index finger cited in her slick between her lips. She tasted herself, slightly salty and slightly sour and a faint hint of sweetness. She squirmed in her seat, wishing to disappear into thin air yet wanting to stay in this moment, being the woman who let a man she’d met at a restaurant fuck her in his car and make her taste her own arousal. She sucked on his finger, big and thick and oh god the places he could reach if he— she licked even when her taste was gone and it was just his skin. She swirled her tongue around him, picturing him replacing the finger with something bigger later that night. She sucked her cheeks in and bobbed up and down on his finger, her eyes locked on him.

When he removed his finger, she scraped it slightly with her teeth, giving him a teasing smile that opened into a gasp as he forced the finger inside her cunt. His middle finger joined soon after. He drove slow through dark alleys and quiet neighborhoods. As he kept a steady hand on the wheel, she gave in trembling under his touch, feeling the end near yet out of reach. It should strike fear in her to be driven home by a strange man. One who wasn’t decent because what decent man fingered a woman in his car, licked her juices and gave her a taste too. But maybe decent wasn’t what she wanted.

She was alone with him, trapped in his car, and he could be driving them fucking anywhere.

He groaned as he tightened around his fingers, not knowing it was her fear of what he could do to her that inspired her reaction. He curled his finger inside her, touching that spongy part of her that always had her hiding her face in her pillow as she came around her fingers or her ‘health massager’.

Hand trembling, she slipped the sleeves of her top off her shoulders and pulled it down before reaching in and touching her breasts.

“Not fair,” he groaned, grinding the base of his palm into her clit. His jaw tightened and the moonlight fell on it perfectly, highlighting the sharp lines of his cheekbones. His hand may have only been on her cunt, but she could feel him everywhere, the wives of his touch electrifying every inch of skin.

“Javi, please…” she begged, leaving any dignity behind. That was lost when she took his hand and pushed it up her skirt in the middle of the fucking road.

“What’re you pleading for? To come in my car? Cum all over the seat, pretty thing?”

She moaned, grinding onto his fingers and biting down on her lips to keep more pathetic sounds from leaving her lips.

“I’ve had my fucking boss sit there, hermosa… A couple of criminals too. Which of them do you think will get to smell you first on this seat?”

“Fuck,” she mumbled under her breath.

He slipped his fingers out and gave a light slap to her cunt, the slight sting against her clit making her legs jerk up. She grabbed his hand and forced his fingers back in, holding him in place by his wrist before bouncing up and down on them. The man hadn’t even given her his cock and he’d already climbed to the top of her list. No cock came close to how free she felt grabbing Javier and using him to make herself feel good.

His fingers pumped in and out, finding the right spots with her help. Her finger found her clit, rubbing gently, matching the rhythm he set with his fingers. It didn’t take long, with the steady pace of his thick digits, for her eyes to roll back and her lips to part. The wet sounds of her cunt coupled with her soft gasps filled the inside of his jeep. Soft gasps turned to moans and moans to his name and his name to incoherent sounds and finally, when her eyes screwed tight and her world stopped spinning, she turned silent.

She fell back on the seat, thighs trembling as her wetness trickled down it and on to the car seat. She panted, trying to bring herself back to reality from whatever world he’d taken to when she began recognizing her surroundings.

When they drove through her street, she finally spoke, “The brown building. The one with the black gates.”

She wobbled on her feet when her feet finally touched the ground. He snorted, steadying her with his arm around her waist. Cocky bastard with his stupid smirk and his stupid mustache!

“Thanks for the ride, Agent…”

“Mhmm…” he hummed, his smirk still intact.

She walked backward, slow and steady so that she didn’t trip. Pulling him along by his collar, she enjoyed having him follow like a loyal dog. The other hand on the railing of the stairs, she climbed one step after the other. His shirt strained against his muscles, the buttons using the last bit of their energy to hold together the white fabric that stretched across his expansive chest.

“That would be all,” she said, stopping in front of her door, giving his ass an appreciative pat before pulling away. He chuckled before stepping back, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. Beautiful brown eyes glistened under the light, their mischief and softness pulling you back in.

“What, you’re waiting for a tip or something?” She asked, her smile growing cocky.

“Oh hermosa, I’ve already been paid well. In kind,” he said, his hand snaking between her thighs and cupping her pussy. “Thank you for riding.” With that a slap to your pussy, he turned back around and descended the stairs. Good god, he looked sexy even when going down the fucking stairs. He would sexier going down on her.

She unlocked her door as quick as she could, hands finding her soaked panties right after she kicked her door shut. Running to her window that overlooked the front of the building, she opened it and hollered, “Javier!”

He looked up, cigarette between his lips, hands on his hips. “Catch!” She said before throwing the garment at him. He caught it effortlessly. “Tease.”

“Is it teasing if I plan to satisfy you in the end?” She asked, bending down to pick up her skirt that was pooled around her legs. He jumped ahead and caught the garment before throwing it inside his Jeep through the window. “You have ten seconds to get up here.”

And he did. So she let him fuck her against the door. And on her couch. And on her bed. The man was insatiable, giving as much as he took, doing more for her in one night than other men had throughout the course of relationships. Javier was gentle, rough, slow and fast all in one night, showing her all his talents as though she was interviewing him for the fuckbuddy position. If he was, he got the job. He left her on her bed, mind scrambled and pussy satiated yet needy when he left following a call from work.

Safe to say he hadn’t left her system.

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Tagging: @harriedandharassed @cowboychickenlittle @sunakochansama43

[xoxoavenger]

Spoiled

pairing: Steve Harrington x SingleMom!Reader

summary: Y/N goes over to Steve’s for a pool party, where he spoils his girl and James.

word count: 4315

warnings: Steve’s dumbass parents, reader’s commitment issues

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"For fuck's sake." Steve wipes the sweat from his brow as he sits on the hot pool deck. Everyone was coming to his house for a pool day while his parents were gone, and he had maybe gone a bit overboard in preparation. He had gotten the kids favorite chips and drinks, alcohol for the older ones, and juice for James.

He also bought James a kiddy pool and an aquatic play center.

"That's really not working out for you, is it?" Robin is opening his backdoor, having already grabbed a seltzer from the fridge and put it into her blue pineapple cup.

"Is it that obvious?" He's already taken off his shirt and jumped in the pool once, giving up on his hair.

"What the hell did you buy?" She asks, leaning down to pick up one of the brightly colored plastic pieces.

"An aquatic center." He tells her, picking up the box to show it. He's been in the sun for so long he's sure he's burnt, and he's also exhausted. He's glad he had the foresight to set everything up beforehand, because if Robin's here that means everyone else is going to be here soon, and he hasn't finished setting up the surprise for Y/N. He yawns as he looks at the sun through his sunglasses.

"You are so whipped." She smirks, sitting on the ground next to them. Together, they were able to fix it, meaning it was mostly Robin helping him. By the time Eddie showed up, angry that the kids could drive themselves now because it meant he had to drive alone, it was complete.

"Wow, you went all out." He smirked, a joint already in hand. Steve reached for it even though he knew that it would just make him more tired.

"Can you get me a beer?" He squints up at Robin, still on the hot ground.

"Already done," Dustin comes through the glass door, smirking and holding two beers. "Saw you through the glass." Steve stands and rips both of them out of the kid's hands.

"You little shit." Steve rolled his eyes, handing the other beer to Jonathan as he walked out with another joint. Mike, Will, and El followed in, carrying their sodas and munching on chips. Their eyes widened at the aquatic center.

"You did all this for Y/N?" Mike chuckled, not catching the glare from El.

"For James." Steve muttered, taking a hit from the joint and drink of beer in quick succession.

"Max and Lucas are getting a ride from here. They should be here soon." Dustin was already putting his stuff on a chair to lay out.

"We are here." Max's perfect timing made her smirk, can in one hand and a granola bar in the other. Steve's head snaps as he hears James cries, Y/N sighing as she puts the margarita down and tries to quiet him. Steve looks like a lost puppy as he trails inside, leaving the other to laugh at him.

"Sh, it's okay," Y/N's calm, quiet voice makes Steve's heart skip as she watches her bounce James. The baby's eyes lock on his, and the cries stop. Steve would be lying if he didn't feel a little pride swell in his chest.

"Seefe!" James squealed, eyes lighting up. His mother turns and smiled at Steve, who just stands there staring.

"He loves the kitchen." Y/N smiles as she passes James to Steve. The baby's wearing board shorts and a long sleeve swim shirt, a small hat tied around his head. From the greasy look of his skin, he's already got sunscreen on.

"He's gonna love what I just got him." Steve smirks, leading Y/N out the door. She's wearing a flowy coverup dress, hiding her swimsuit. He doesn't get to see her face when she sees the aquatic center, now filled with water thanks to Robin, but he does get to see James'.

The baby screams and wiggles, so Steve walks to the shade and puts him down so he wouldn't burn his hands and feet as he crawls over to it, pulling himself to stand.

"Steve," Y/N's next to him, eyes wide. "You shouldn't have done this." She feels guilty, because of course Steve has bought James his two favorite toys, and of course they were toys that she could never afford, even for Christmas.

"Why not?" He smiles at her.

"Why are you doing this?" She's suddenly wary of Steve in a way she's far too used to.

"My parents never did this kinda thing." He whispers as everyone starts to fawn over James, who is splashing with a toy starfish and giggling. "And not because they couldn't. Because they didn't want to. And your kid deserves it. You deserve it." He hits his shoulder against hers and winks, and when his eyes catch on her lips all he can think about is their almost-kiss. He wishes he would have just kissed her before that, because it's all he can think of now.

He turns when one of the older kids lets out a large laugh, and they step apart, remembering how many people are around them. No one is looking, except Eddie, who smirks evilly.

"I got something for you too." He doesn't say what he wants to, that it's for both of them, so instead he pulls a huge floaty from the side of the house.

"Hey!" Dustin yells as soon as he sees it. He bought floaties for everyone else, but he hadn't blown them up. He had blown the huge watermelon up, heart warming as Y/N smiled.

"Let me put some arm floats on James just incase." She turned to her bag, grabbing the flat floaties. Steve helps her blow up the other one, and together they pull them up James' arms while he's distracted. She puts her bag on a chair by the shade and took her coverup off, Steve taking his shirt off to look away from her gorgeous body. She was wearing a black one piece that hugged her boobs so well it made Steve go dumb a little bit.

"You're putting it in the wrong part!" Eddie complained as Robin tried to set up music outside. She was only wearing shorts and her blue bikini top; it getting too hot to keep the shirt on. Eddie was wearing a black shirt and black swim shorts, his hair tied up.

"Who figured this out at James' party?" Robin asked. James squealed at the sound of his name, scrunching his face in the cutest baby smile and splashing.

"I did most of the work!" Eddie yelled. El and Max smiled on either side of James while Jonathan took their picture, Nancy mixing drinks in the pineapple cups everyone had brought from James' birthday. She was making some virgin ones for the kids, and Steve pretend not to notice when Mike and Dustin snuck into the house to put some vodka in their drinks.

"Do you think it'll be too crazy to read?" Y/N asked, smiling as Steve put the floaty in the pool, one hand on the floaty and the other holding her hand as she lowered herself onto it. Once she got situated he tried to let go of her hand, but she pulled him down and almost caused them to fall over. She let out a glorious laugh and moved slightly to let him lay down as well on the floaty.

"Oh my God, you idiot!" Robin screams, everyone but Steve looking over to see her throwing her hands up and walking away. Steve simply pushed them off the edge and toward the middle of the pool.

"Here's your drink, Y/N." Nancy smiled as she crouched and leaned over to give Y/N her yellow pineapple. She smiled as she reached out to grab it, Steve kicking to get them close enough. When he did, Dustin handed him a beer with a smile as Steve rolled his eyes.

"You're lucky, Henderson." Steve says as he pushes away from the edge of the pool once, more, sunglasses slipping down so he can narrow his eyes in a glare.

"Ha!" Eddie yelled as music began to play. Y/N smiled, moving to get comfortable. Steve slipped his shoulder under her, which admittedly was more comfortable.

"You're gonna get a weird tan." She tells him, head tucked into him as his hand caressed he hip. He threw his head back slightly and laughed.

"Then it's a good thing I don't tan." His head was tilted to talk into her head, and she felt her cheeks flush.

"Are you lungs the size of leaves?" Max yelled, watching Dustin, Mike and Lucas struggle to fill up their floaties. Will and El had figured out how to do it and were almost done, but no one was paying attention to them.

"Do you wanna try?" Dustin asked, holding the half blown up floaty.

"There's no way I could do worse than you." She snatches it from him and Dustin roles his eyes, grabbing another floaty.

"Did you happen to bring any party favors?" Jonathan asked Eddie, who was smirking.

"You know I did." Eddie pulled a rolled blunt from his pocket and handed it to Jonathan, who lit it. Meanwhile, Nancy and Robin were playing with James, smiling and taking in exaggerated voices.

"He's so cute, he makes me want one." Nancy said offhandedly, full attention on James as she handed him a plastic seahorse. Robin widened her eyes and looked at Jonathan, who had dropped the blunt as he stared at Nancy.

"Can't say I blame her." Steve returned his attention to Y/N, who had her eyes closed and a smile on her face.

"Hm?" She squinted as she locked up to him, turning slightly to be more comfortable. Steve tried and failed to act casual as Y/N slipped one leg over his, her hand resting on his chest.

"Nancy," He choked out, hoping Y/N wouldn't think anything of it. "She was talking about how James makes her want a baby." He hoped no one would look in their direction, not only because he wanted to stay in their bubble.

"Oh," Y/N chuckles, head resting back down and eyes closing again. "He is one very cute baby." She smiles.

"Takes after his mom." Steve whispers without thinking. She playfully lifts her hand to hit him lightly before laying it back down, this time lower, on his sternum.

"I didn't know if I wanted kids." She tells him, voice soft. "I was so unsure, even while I was pregnant. Especially while I was pregnant." Steve looks down again, but she stays still, eyes closed. He hears screams and feels the pool ripple, but he doesn't look over.

"What changed?" Steve has always wanted kids. He wanted to break the cycle. He wanted to treat kids the way he wanted to be spoiled, the way he wishes he was.

"I was at the only doctors appointment I could afford, about seven months in. It was only so that I would know he was okay, and to know my due date. And as soon as I heard his heartbeat, I knew there was nothing I wouldn't do for him." Steve can't help but feel the emotions bubble in his chest as she retells the story.

"That sounds," Steve could barely get the words out as he closed his eyes and laid his head back.

"Stupid? Corny?" She guessed with a chuckle.

"Beautiful." Steve answers, feeling her tense over him.

"You'll feel it one day." Y/N says after a moment, relaxing slightly. James lets out a squeal/laugh loud enough to break the sound barrier, and when Steve looks over, all he can think of is that there is nothing he wouldn't do for that baby, for Y/N.

I already have.

He doesn't say it, but he thinks it with hope and little bit of anxiety. He's got a problem.

"Shit!" Y/N tenses as Eddie cannonballs into the pool, splashing everyone and sending waves rippling. He was so close to them that the water went over their floaty, and Y/N almost fell off. Steve grabbed her before she went into the water, the two laughing as they tried to balance. Before Steve could get her back up fully, Eddie was underneath the floaty and pushing them off. Y/N let out a cut off scream as they toppled into the water, the two of them kicking up to the surface.

Y/N and Steve were laughing as they treaded the water, so they didn't hear James' cries for a moment. As soon as they did, Y/N swam quickly across the pool, Steve following her as she pulled herself out and let James tumble into her arms.

"Oh," She placed a kiss to his head and smiled as Steve walked up in front of her. "It's okay, we're okay." She's sure he got upset at their screams, and as he rubbed against her arms he started to be fine.

"Maybe he'd like the water." Steve said, and James got so excited hearing Steve's voice that he stomped his feet and squealed.

"Come on," Y/N picked James up and walked to the steps, sitting on the second highest one and letting James stand on the top. Steve smiled as he watched, deciding to fire up the grill. Y/N turned to see Steve, shirtless with a spatula in hand, and she felt her heart race as she thought about how much Steve looks like a dad. James screamed and splashed before trying to jump into the water, Y/N catching him as he tried to drown himself.

Lovely.

~

Once James had tired himself out from the pool, everyone got out to get the food Steve was making. James had been sitting with Y/N in the shade, however he got right up and yelled "Seeb!" before stumbling over to Steve and patting his leg, making Steve smile and pick him up, putting him on his lap. James curled up and went to sleep immediately, and Y/N's heart clenched as she committed the picture to memory.

When Steve had finished his food he put his plate to the side and leaned back, watching the kids get back in the pool even after Steve's warning about being in the pool after eating. Jonathan and Nancy were curled up on a blanket on the lawn, the trees shading them. Robin was laying on a floaty stolen from one of the kids, and Eddie was smoking further away from them so James and the kids didn't get the second hand smell. Y/N felt content, the alcohol from her mixed drinks making her sleepy. She turned to the side, about to tell Steve that she was gonna get on the floaty and into the water, but when she looked he was asleep, James passed out on his chest. Y/N smiled, grabbing another mixed drink before getting into the water and floating over to Robin.

"You've got him wrapped around your finger." Robin smirks, twirling her own margarita in her hand.

"What?" Y/N furrows her brows as if she doesn't feel her heart beating out of her chest when she just looks at Steve.

"Don't play dumb." Robin pushes her slightly in a friendly manner, and Y/N grabs the other girl's floaty in an attempt to not float away.

"I'm not it's just," She shakes her head, looking over at James and Steve who were both still happily snoozing. She takes a deep breath and is grateful for Robin's silence. "I haven't, like," She pulls her lips in and blurts it out. "No one has shown interest since I had James." She doesn't look at Robin, turning her head so she's looking at the house, away from everyone.

"Steve is kinda like that." Robin's comment draws Y/N's attention. "He loves kids. Wants to have, like, six of them. And before he even knew you had a kid he thought you were hot, so." Robin drank from her drink with a smug smile, but Y/N is just staring.

"I mean, he probably meant his own kids. Ya know?" She's grasping at straws and Robin can tell.

"Girl," Robin's sunglasses slip down her nose as she looks over them at Y/N. "Do you see him over there? If he only wanted his own children, he wouldn't be over there taking a nap with yours." Y/N thought of this, looking back over and for once not feeling fear when her heart melted.

"You can see where I'm coming from, right?" Y/N muttered, looking over at Robin with a shy smile. The girl pushed her sunglasses back up and took another drink.

"I can, but you need to open your eyes." Robin's blunt words make Y/N's eyebrows raise. "He spoils the shit outta you and especially your baby. And that's just who he is." Y/N's heart races, because she of course knows that Steve loves to do things for others, and clearly he loves to do things for her.

Maybe she should open her eyes.

~

"Before you ask," Steve is saying as he grabs Y/N's hand and pulls her out the door. Everyone is lazing about inside, and Y/N had been washing the dishes while James played with his new friends. "James is with Nancy."

"Why would I ask that?" She turns to him, confused.

"Because we're about to go on an adventure." He grabs her hand and puts the sponge down, pulling her away from the sink.

"Where are we going?" She asks, letting him pull her.

"We're going to go on a bike ride." He tells her as they walk out the front door. Outside the sun is setting and bathing everything in a warm glow.

"Why?" She asks, but she's giddy already.

"Because it'll be fun." He smirks, grabbing the bike he snagged from Dustin.

"There's only one bike." She mentions, heart picking up speed as Steve smiles at her. This back and forth they're doing is just stalling their inevitable ride.

"That's kinda the point." He straddles the bike and turns to her expectantly.

"Where am I gonna sit?" She asks, not seeing very much room on the back. To her surprise, Steve scoots backward and makes room on the front.

"Come on," His smile is so inviting that she has no choice but to slowly hop on, her back pressed against his front. Slowly, his arms come from around her and grabs the handlebars, holding her in. She puts her feet on the metal bars as Steve pushes off. He leans forward so she leans back, keeping each other up right. They're not going fast, but the breeze is chilling her skin not covered by her coverup. The day at the pool had made her exhausted, and watching everything pass as Steve held her close and they went along the empty road.

She turns her head to him, and as she does so he turns to her and they have a single moment where they're about to kiss before they are falling.

Steve falls first, his arms going around her to break her fall. She hits her head slightly but is otherwise fine, and she turns to Steve, who is laughing, only barely scraped up.

"I'm sorry," He chuckles, pulling her close and staying on the ground.

"For what?" She asks, looking up at him. If she could reach, she'd kiss him.

"Crashing." He tells her, and she just rolls her eyes.

"That's part of the fun, isn't it?" She scoots up, enough to be able to reach his lips if she wanted.

"Uh huh." Steve probably doesn't even know what he just agreed to, but he can't be bothered to turn his brain on. The feel of her body on his is indescribable, and he never wants to think about anything else. He leans down for a kiss, feeling this is the time. After the last failed attempts he was nervous, but there was no one here to interrupt them. He sees her close her eyes and lift her chin, and he dips his and closes his eyes, brain only focused on the feel of-

"Hey!" Of course this time it's Robin. Of course.

Steve huffs and shifts a bit, the moment ruined. Y/N groans and sits up, sliding away from Steve. He stands, offering a hand to her and dusting his clothes.

"I thought you guys were, like dead on the side of the road!" Robin comments, and Steve regrets ever helping her get her drivers license.

"We're fine." Y/N smiles, much nicer than Steve had been. Robin nods and rants on about a couple things that neither of them pay attention to before she's gone, leaving the two alone.

"We should probably head back." Steve suggests, moment ruined. Y/N nods and pushes back some of her hair, shoulders creeping up in embarrassment.

Was the universe against them or something?

~

Once everyone finds rides, Y/N and Steve are left alone.

"I'm sorry, he usually doesn't go down this easy." Y/N mentions, the two in the doorway of the guest room where James is sleeping, pillows barricading him from rolling off the bed. Steve makes a mental note to get a play pen for his house.

"You can stay here if you want?" He suggests hesitantly. He knows how it sounds, but he also knows Y/N and James. "If you try to take him home now, he's gonna wake up and never go back to sleep." This seems to convince Y/N, who smiles shyly.

That's how Steve finds himself at 7:30 am, James on his hip and pancakes on the stove. He had already fed and changed James, who had woken up at 6:37 and almost woke Y/N up. Steve had suggested the guest bedroom, or even his parents bedroom, but when she looked up at him and told him she didn't mind sharing the bed how could he say no? So he kept his hands to himself for all of thirty minutes until they both fell asleep and he woke up to her laying in his arms, peaceful look on her face as she slept. He had to maneuver over her to go get James, and then had to take him downstairs and hope that feeding him would stop the crying. He read the formula packet Y/N had brought to figure out how to make it and spent far too long getting it the right temperature. When he spied the diapers, he realized he'd never changed one in his entire life, and this was gonna be a doozy.

He had done it though, and now James was happy babbling, both of them shirtless as James didn't have any other clothes and Steve slept without a shirt on. Just as Steve took the pancakes off the stove and plated them, getting ready to serve Y/N breakfast in bed, the lock on the front door jiggled.

"Shit." He muttered, only able to stare as his parents came into view.

"Shit!" James repeated, catching the attention of Mr. and Mrs. Harrington. Steve could only blink as James waved, his new favorite thing that Robin and Max had taught him the night before.

"You have a baby?" Mr. Harrington was the first to respond, bags dropped to the floor and door still open.

"Uh," Steve wasn't sure what to say. Had his parents told him they were coming back today? He must have forgotten.

"We're gone for a month and he has a baby." Mrs. Harrington threw her hands up, shaking her head.

"No, wait," Steve was confused, because although James was a baby he didn't look like a newborn.

"I cannot believe this!" Mr. Harrington's furious tone causes Steve to flinch and James to let out a cry, curling into Steve. And for the first time, instead of cowering to his father, Steve steps up, holding James with both arms and shielding him from the nightmare of humans in front of him. James is still crying, and when Steve looks at his mother he can see her face soften a bit.

His father is still stalking toward him, and Steve can't think of anything to say. He just stands there, rubbing James' back and hoping Y/N stays asleep.

"What the hell is going on?" She comes racing down the stairs as Steve's father gets so close they're almost touching. "Get the fuck away from my son!" She pushes Mr. Harrington back, seething as she stands in front of Steve and James. Steve is shocked that she has the guts to do what he could never, and his heart grows a bit.

"Your son?" Mr. Harrington roars a laugh, scaring James even more. This only makes Y/N angrier, the look in her eyes murderous. James is now sobbing into Steve's shoulder, shuddering in a way that makes Steve feel more anger than he thought capable. Y/N wants to tell them to leave, to get the fuck out, but she can't tell them to get the fuck out of their own house.

"We are leaving." Steve says, packing James' diaper bag and grabbing Y/N's hand, pulling her up to his room. His mother yells after him, but his father keeps her from following the two up.

"I'm so sorry." Y/N whispers as Steve hands James to her and puts a shirt on and grabs a couple things. He shakes his head.

"It's fine." He seems actually fine, and Y/N just stares. She's bouncing James, who isn't crying as hard anymore but is still sniffling.

"It's not." She says, and Steve just shrugs. "You can stay with me." It comes out of her mouth before she could think, and she instantly regrets it. She has a small ass trailer and a baby. "I understand, though, because James and it's tiny and-"

"Yes. Thank you." He cuts her off with a smile and then is hauling his bag up and walked out the room, Y/N following and thinking about what she had just said. She's going to be living with Steve.

What has she gotten herself into?

//

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Random Doctor Who hcs: Sleep (Doctor edition!)

Does 9 sleep? Like. Like does he actually sleep??? 

The answer is no. 

“I don’t need to sleep I’m Time Lord.” he says with bags under his eyes. 

Gets nightmares pretty often when he does sleep.

Will take short little nod offs in the console room. 

Sleeps/relaxes in his leather jacket and jeans. Rose thinks this is so weird and gets on him for it all the time. She winds up buying him a soft jumper on some planet they stop at. He shows up in sweatpants and the jumper one day and rose and Jack just stare at him for a hot minute because he looks so wrong. “He looks so naked.” Nine gets so offended about it (they’re trying to say he looks fine but yeah they're laughing a bit). “You just look so…normal.” “Oi!” “No, no it’s not bad. S’ different.”

He actually learns how to relax a bit. He considers it a bit domestic, a lot domestic actually, and he looks so unintimidating in sweatpants but……maybe. 

Ten. Oh Ten. 

Dude got a pair of pajamas on his first day of being alive and has kept them ever since. They’re his favorite. He loves them so much that Rose has to take TenToo to go find a pair like them. 

Stays up with Rose talking about the most random things. Rose listens as long as she is able before she falls asleep. Her favorite lullaby :)

Like 9, he’d rather be tinkering with the Tardis than sleeping so he mostly does that. But he has taken up reading. Twilight’s getting wild. 

Has thought about asking to sleep with Rose. As in next to Rose. on the same bed. He immediately talked himself out of it. 

Martha has to make him sleep. “You just got possessed by a sun go to bed!” 

Generally sleeps less while Martha’s on board.

Gets bored and walks into Donna’s room to talk to her while Donna’s trying to go to bed. She indulges him sometimes but other times she just wants to go to bed. 

Has fallen asleep during movie nights with Donna and has denied it. 

Sleepovers with Donna. 

Cuddles :) 

Incredibly sleep deprived throughout the whole mess that is post-journey’s end. Like emotionally sleep deprived. Desperately in need of a nap. 

11 HATES sleeping. Hates it. If he’s sleeping, he’s going to be still, and if he’s going to be still, he’ll start thinking and we can’t have that. So he just…doesn’t. 

To keep himself occupied while traveling without Amy and Rory he tried going to sleep. It was a very bad, no good, horrible experience for him and he decided he just simply would never do that again. Hasn’t been in his room since. 

Will nod off from time to time but will not go to bed. Rory gets a bit concerned but maybe this is normal for time lords. Who’s he to say?

Trying to put him to bed is like working with a fussy toddler. You will have to cajole and shove and push and bribe him and it will not work. Just give up. 

Thinks pajamas look nice but has no need for them because he doesn’t sleep. 

The experience with the Dream Lord was enough for him thanks. 

12? Doesn’t sleep. Sleep is for the weak. 

Absolutely falls asleep standing up. 

Tries an energy drink once. Gets addicted. Is banned from energy drinks from now on. 

He and Clara pull the worst all-nighters you’ve ever seen. Its fun for them. 

Doesn’t own pajamas but he does own a really corny t-shirt Clara bought him that he would wear if he did sleep. But he doesn’t. So. 

Fourteen NEEDS a nap. Desperately. 

Is incredibly tired but has so much trouble going to sleep its unreal. 

Will stay up stargazing or tinkering with things in the house that don’t need to be tinkered with. Takes apart every appliance in the house until Donna and Sylvia yell at him to stop. 

Sleeps in an actual bed in an actual house because Donna made him. She was not about to have him sleep in the TARDIS.

Rose makes him a blanket fort in the living room. 

She stuffs it full of stuffed animals and puts up fairy lights. “It’s bigger on the inside.” 

It’s incredibly comfortable but unfortunately for every other member of the house it takes up a good chunk of space. (Rose and the Doctor do catch everyone getting a lot of use out of it though)

Lives in hand-me down pajamas until he can get his own but secretly loves the hand-me down pajamas

[wjhik]

Like Before (Jude Bellingham) *Smut*

A/N: first smut

Y/N's POV:

I have some mixed emotions about tonight. Jude is taking me out for the first time since the birth of our baby, or I'm letting Jude take me out for the first time since I've given birth should I say. It's been 2 months since I've given birth to our beautiful baby boy. Jude has been trying to convince me to go out for the past two weeks. Postpartum depression has hit me like a truck. He's planned a fun night of clubbing and dancing and getting wasted with our friends. I haven't seen them since I gave birth. He's made me pump enough milk to feed the baby for the next two days, so I'm able to drink, even though I don't really want to. (anti fetal alcohol syndrome in tis house)

"Jude, do I really have to come? You go ahead. I'll stay home with the baby." I tell him, walking fresh out of the shower. "Jobe and mum are already on the way to watch him. Jobe told me he gave up a 'hot date' to watch the baby tonight. He would kill me if I canceled. Love, it'll be okay. You need to get out of the house." He tells me, looking up from his phone. He looks so good right now. His back is propped up on the headboard with his legs stretched out, crossed over each other. He finished his shower a little while before mine. He's only wearing his boxers and I can't help but look down. "Eyes are up here, love." He says, smirking at me. "Sorry." I say, embarrassed. I turn away from him, shielding my eyes. "Baby." He extends the end of his words. He gets up and puts a hand on my shoulder and turns me around. "You've seen everything." He says, bending his knees to get to eye level with me. My hormones have been all over the place, but I brush him off and start getting ready. Jude leaves the room to occupy the baby.

I sit down at my vanity and start getting ready. I start with my skincare. First, I apply my serums, moisturizer, then primer. I then put my foundation and blend it out. I put on some concealer to cover up my very sleep deprived eyes. I contour my face. My favorite part, blush. I apply a liquid blush to the high points of my cheeks. Now for powder. I use a translucent powder underneath my eyes and carve out my contour. Then I apply powder contour and powder blush, tracing over the places I put the liquid version of the product. I let it sit for a little, then I spray setting spray. I go in with my very sparkly highlighter. Now I do my eyes. I put on my mascara and falsies. I do a dark black smokey liner. That's what made me feel the sexiest before. Now I do my lips. I line them with a dark crimson liner, and then top it off with red lipstick. I look in the mirror and sadden. I used to feel like the prettiest girl in the world when I did this, now I feel more than horrid.

I decide to leave my hair natural, mainly because I don't think I physically have the energy to do my hair after doing my makeup for an hour and a half. I simply put my products in it and diffuse it, which in itself is a task, due to its length. I put on all of my jewelry and one of Jude's t-shirts. I know his mum and brother are coming home, so I choose one that's long enough to be decent. I hear the doorbell ring.

I walk outside to meet my mother and brother-in-law. I see Jude hugging them at the door and welcoming them in. "Hello, love!!" Denise says, excitedly. It's been a while since I've seen her. She knows what I was going through, so when she found out I was going out with Jude, she was thrilled. I pull her into a hug. I then move to hug Jobe. We make some small talk before I start running them through how to take care of the baby. I trust them, but I can't help but worry. I show Jobe and Denise where we keep everything, where the milk is, how to work our unnecessarily complicated changing table. As Jobe and Denise were talking and I was listening to their conversation, Jude whispers in my ear, "Why aren't you wearing that dress I got you?" He bought me a beautiful, long, black ysl dress. It has a square neckline and long sleeves. It hugs my figure, which is what I'm scared of. The last time I was seen in something like that was before my pregnancy. I worked hard  for the body I had back then, and I let it go. I deserve to let it go. I did have a baby, but the media has no mercy. "It's a bit much for your family, no?" I tell him. It's quite conservative, but it was the first excuse that came to mind. Jude made it a point to not take me too far out of my comfort zone. "You lot should get going." Jobe points out.

I go into my bedroom and change my dress and shoes. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My belly is sticking out. I'm trying to remind myself that this is normal. I brought life into this world. This is a sign of my baby boy. It's hard to keep yourself confident when all you are is 'Jude Bellingham's Fat Pregnant Wife', according to headlines. "Hey, mama." Jude wraps his arms around my waist, kissing my neck. "You look so beautiful." He rubs his hands over my belly. He knows what I'm thinking about without saying it. I interrupt his sweet nothing in my ears and say, "Are you sure we have to go out tonight?" Jude simply grabs my arms and pulls me out of the room. He picks up my phone and purse on the way out. He pushes me out the door. As he's pushing me through the house I hear a series of praises coming from his mum. These two know how to make a girl feel good.

We finally get to the club. Jude ushers me through the dance floor, up to the vip section, where our friends were. We greet them and I sit down with my girls. "So, how are you and Jude?" "I'm sure your sex is amazing. It's been so long for you two." "I'm sure hes been giving it to you good lately." These girls have been drinking. It's hard being the first to have kids in your friend group. "We haven't had sex yet." I tell them. "What?!" "Why?!" They ask me. "How can you have sex with a guy you feel like you don't deserve? I've put on so much weight since getting pregnant, and he's only gotten fitter." I confess to them. "Babes, are you joking?! If anything, you've only gotten sexier. You had his baby!!" One of them says. "Jude hasn't been able to keep his hands off you since you got pregnant. He's so in love with you. Everything your body has been through is because of him and his child. Do you know how sexy that is?" Another one chimes in. "By the way, you look incredible tonight. And if anything, Jude doesn't deserve YOU." Someone says. I can't help but hide my face in my arms and turn red. I don't deserve these girls. I just pull them all in a bear hug.

"Here ya go, love." Jude places a margarita on the table in front of me. "What's this?" I ask him, looking up. "A drink." He smiles at me and walks away, avoiding me denying it. I can't help but drink. Anyone from our group who sees me with an empty drink, will automatically refill it for me. What is happening?

I'm now very drunk. Jude is barely tipsy. "Dance with me?" Jude asks me. He sticks his hand out for me to take. I take his hand, too drunk to be conscious about how I'll look. Him and I are sensually dancing to the music. He's dancing up behind me with his hands on my waist. My hips are swaying to the beat. I slowly start grinding against him. Jude starts kissing my neck. I can feel the existing heat between my legs get even hotter. I turn around to face Jude. He kisses me. At first, it's a simple drunk, sloppy kiss, but it gradually develops into a sexy makeup session in the middle of a nightclub. "Remember when we used to do this every weekend?" I say between kisses, slurring my very intoxicated words. Jude simply moans into my mouth and continues kissing me. "Let's go home, love." Jude has booked a hotel for us to stay in tonight. He wants me to truly enjoy myself. He grabs my hand and drags me into his very fancy car.

(Smut)

Jude pushes me into our hotel room and pins me against the door. He's kissing me as he slots his knee in between my legs. I'm slowly grinding on him, trying to relive myself. He puts his hands on my ass, and slowly grabs it. He bends his knees and picks me up. He's walking me to our bedroom. "You're so beautiful." He says as he lays me down on the bed. "I love you." I say as he towers over me. He takes off his dress shirt and continues kissing me. His kisses have slowed down. He knows it's been a while. His fingers ghost over the side of my dress, where the zipper is. "Take it off." I say to him. He unzips my dress and slips it off. He looks down at my body. I'm wearing some black lingerie.

"Fuck, you're perfect." He says, kissing me. He's kissing down my body. He kisses the top of my breasts. His hands reach behind me and I arch my back up, allowing him to unclasp my bra. He takes it off my body and lightly sucks on my nipples. "Hey, that's for Y/S/N" I say to him, reminding him how drunk I am. He giggles at my state. "Fuck, Jude." I moan. My breasts are so sensitive. He moves down from my breast to my stomach. He leaves hickeys on me. He's obsessed with 'marking' me.

He moves down from my stomach to my sweet spot. Jude is kneeling over me. He's working his way up my leg, towards it. I see him getting hard. I gasp, and my body tenses, then relaxes, my head resting back on the pillow. "Oh, yes... just like that, Jude." I moan, pushing up against Jude. "I'm going to cum," I cry. "Go on then, baby. Cum on my tongue." He encourages me. He sticks 2 fingers inside me, and pushes them in and out of me. "Oh, fuck. Baby, I'm cumming." I say. Ecstasy washes over me and I buck up into Jude face. "Well, fuck." Jude says, giggling. "Oh, my god." I say, my chest heaving. Him and I are slowly giggling away. He comes up to my face and kisses me passionately.

"I don't know how much longer I can wait, baby. I want to feel you inside me." His face is a few inches away from mine, and staring deeply into my eyes. "Good, baby, I want that too." He says. He lowers his head, and kisses my lips. I wrap my arms around Jude's neck, pressing my body against his. I moan into his mouth. I feel myself pulsing. Jude shifts, getting into a better position over me.

"Please, baby. Please, fuck me. I need you so bad." I plead with him. He takes off the remaining of his clothes. His hard dick springs out of his boxers. I forgot how big he is. I am so terrified. How in fucks name did I take all of him? He's about to stick it in when I stop him. "Wait. Wait. Please go slow." I tell him, putting my hands on his lower stomach. "I'll be gentle, baby." He says as he slowly stretches me out. "Oh my fucking god..." I say, throwing my head back in the pillow. He leans down and kisses me as he pushes in deeper. He very slowly moves deeper and deeper. "Fuck. I forgot how tight you were." Jude says in a groan as he pushes all the way inside me. "Fuckk!!" I yell. He kisses my neck as he stays still. He looks at me for approval. "Move, please." I tell him, getting used to his size, but not fully. I don't think I can even get fully used to him. He starts fucking me just like how he used to. He pulls all the way about me and thrusts all the way back in at a painfully slow pace. "Please fuck me faster." I beg him. "Anything for you, love." He says, fucking me at an ungodly pace. "Baby, I think I'm going to cum." I say to him. It's been a while. I forgot how good he was at this. "Cum on my dick, baby. I just want to make you feel good." He encourages me, moving faster. I pull him in by his face and kiss his lips as I cum around him.

"I love you so much." He says kissing my forehead. We're laying together, watching a movie. I look up at him and kiss him. He's cuddling me and I'm in his shirt, like before. "I genuinely think you are the most beautiful woman on this planet." Jude goes on and on about how beautiful I am and how much he loves me until I fall asleep in his arms. Jude makes me feel so beautiful.

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