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Hi Can I request Lance Stroll x Reader where people think she's with Lance for just his money and was very rude or bullying her until they found out she's from one of the very rich families like that Rothschild family. That's all thank you.
money money money
summary: above^^
pairing: lance stroll x fem! reader
warnings: haters | suggestive tones |
genre: fluff | smau
notes: fyi I don’t follow rich famous families or anything so this might be a bit off 😭
words: 1k
LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO
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user8382 UHMM A GF???
user018 she’s prob just a gold digger
user632 or she’s just a private person and they wanted to keep their relationship private?
user018 no babe 🫶😘
“So Lance..we saw that you got up to some fun during the summer break, more importantly you launched your relationship!” An interviewer says, like many wanting to pry into the private lives of drivers.
Lance lets out a chuckle, “Yeah, she wanted to keep it more private for reasons so I didn’t argue..” He replies with a smile.
“And do you think she has ulterior motives?”
“Uhm no, that’s a stupid question..” Lance says, giving the interviewer a weird look.
The interviewer lets out an awkward chuckle, “It’s just some people can’t help but assume that she’s using you for your money, hence why she would want to keep it private.”
Lance gives the interviewer another weird look, then laughs. “Oh yeah! She’s definitely using me for my money!” 
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lance_stroll 🤍🤍
lance_stroll where’s my wallet??
youruser oops?
user8392 wait who is Y/n dating???
user09811 Lance Stroll
used8392 who??
user09811 he’s a formula one driver for Aston Martin
user2991 she’s so real for that 💀
your-bestie actually obsessed with you wtf
youruser 🤭🤍
user0361 omfg they are so hot together 🤭
s/n.l/n when’s the wedding???
youruser stfu s/n
user6841 say it with me! GOLD DIGGER
user7421 k you’re funny
user7421 she literally has like double the money lance does 😭
user3548 someone at Aston Martin is getting fired 😭😭
chloestroll love youuu ❤️
youruser 😘🤍
lailahasanovic love you queen 🫶🫶
youruser 🤍🤍
user62018 how long have they been together??
user00831 in one of her videos from March she talked abt having to go on a date with a guy so a few months
s/n_l/n2 love you sisterr 💋
youruser love you too 💋🤍
“I can’t believe people actually think I’m a gold digger..” You say with a laugh, setting your phone down as you glance at Lance.
"Oh, you mean you're not?" He asks, his voice teasing, eyes glancing up from his phone to look at you.
You let out an offended gasp, “I can’t believe you would say that!” You say with a grin.
"Oh, but I would, and I did sweetie." He says teasingly, eyes not breaking contact with yours.
“You’re a dick Lance..” You say with a chuckle, rolling your eyes playfully as you get up from your seat.
It was a nice day out, you and Lance were at your house, sitting by your pool.
“Hey maybe you’re the gold digger, I do have more money than you..” You add on with a smirk.
"Yeah, right, because I totally need your money." He answers, voice a playful tone, he stands up and walks up behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist.
“I have a feeling that if I gave you money you wouldn’t be against taking it..” You reply, leaning back into him.
"Maybe I'd take it to shut you up Y/n." Lance says, leaning his face down to kiss the side of your neck.
“Wow, aren't you a charmer?” You say sarcastically with a giggle, pulling away from his grasp.
"You know I am. And you know you love it when I'm like this." Lance responds, grabbing your hips and pulling back against him as he continues to kiss your neck.
“No comment..” You say with a smile, turning in his arms so you’re facing him.
More comments regarding yours and Lances relationship had flooded in.
Your comment sections were filled with them, his too. At first obviously when you guys went public they were easy to ignore, you guys had mostly made jokes about all of it.
But now they started to get at you. Now you weren’t a gold digger, and you knew you should ignore them, but you are human.
“Lance..?” You ask out quietly, shifting in bed to face him. It was late at night, and you couldn’t sleep. Your thoughts overwhelming you.
Lance noticed the way you shifted in bed, a small movement you made, but a noticeable one. He was still wide awake, his mind not shutting up either, as he had been laying awake for hours already.
"Yeah, sweetie?" He asks softly, rolling on his side to face you, draping his one arm across you as he looks at you.
“It’s kind of embarrassing..” You say with a small chuckle, “But you don’t think I’m a gold digger, right?”
Lance's eyes widen a bit, taken aback by the directness of the question.
"Babe.." He pauses, gathering his thoughts, "Why are you worried about what people say?" He asks softly, giving you a light squeeze and a light kiss on your cheek, "It's bullshit. You're not a gold digger."
“I know, but sometimes I can’t help but let those comments in..” You say softly, moving closer into him. “I mean it’s difficult to constantly be judged and looked at..” You add on. You and Lance both knew what that was like.
Lance sighs, he knew exactly what you were going through right now, he had been through the same thing before, he was being criticized by so many people in F1.
"I know, but you really shouldn't care what they think." Lance says, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you in against him, "You know? If we know it's not true, who cares what they say?"
You smile softly at his words, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips, “Yeah you’re right..” You say with a smile.
With time the comments had stopped, you weren’t called a gold digger any more, and on the contrary, Lance was starting to be called the gold digger.
You constantly made fun of him for that.
You let out a gasp, looking at the beautiful pasta dinner Lance made, with candles and soft romantic music playing in the background.
“Lance..” You whisper out with a smile, spotting him sitting in one of the chairs at your dining table. “This is beautiful baby..”
Lance raises a single eyebrow with a smirk at your words, "I’m glad you think so..” He says with a chuckle, moving towards you.
He wraps his arm around your waist to pull you in close, "Now I better not hear any talk about me being the gold digger tonight, understand me?" He asks with a teasing tone, voice laced with affection.
You let out a giggle at his words, “Right of course..” You say with a smile, wrapping your own arms around the back of his neck. You lean up and press a soft kiss to his lips.
Lance smiles against your lips, pulling you closer into his chest. “Want to dance?” He asks with a smile.
“Of course”
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requested: can you please please pleaseeee do a blurb of 🍓Bucky helping the reader with her anal training ?!??
I mean… how could I say no
“c’mere, baby,” his soft voice coaxed you to lean back in his arms, melting against his chest as his lips pressed gentle kisses to your face.
you turned to face him, hands cradling his jaw as you kissed james, murmuring out a whimpery “daddy”. he rolled over with you on top of him, pressed tight to his warm chest, the two of you still bare from the night before.
“my sweet girl,” james hummed against your hair, squeezing your soft thighs in his hands.
“m’going to try something new with you today,” his tone was hushed, not breaking the sleepy spell that had settled in the dark bedroom.
“have i been bad?” you questioned, tilting your chin up to look into his silvery blue eyes.
“no, my love, you’ve been perfect. it isn’t a punishment,” he promised, dipping his fingers into your exposed slit, gently stroking until you were dripping.
a breathy sigh escaped your lips, pressing your face to his chest as he worked his middle and index finger into your cunt, his thumb circling your clit with practiced grace.
he worked you to a lazy orgasm, knowing exactly what to do to get your body to cream on his fingers and moan loud enough to wake the dead. you obediently cleaned the mess from his fingers with your tongue, feeling his cock harden under you as you dutifully sucked his fingers.
“you’ll be good for me, right babydoll?” he murmured, pushing down on your tongue, making your pretty eyes water as you gagged.
“yes, daddy,” your sweet voice preened when he let go.
you were relaxed and sleepy, in a calm, sedated, orgasm-induced haze. your eyelashes were closed as you heard him rustle through a box beneath the bed, your head folded on your arms as you obediently waited, lying on your belly.
bucky’s hands smoothed down your waist, his scruff tickling your skin as he pressed a kiss to the small of your back. you allowed him to manhandle you, sliding a pillow under your hips, your ass presented to him.
you startled a bit when he dripped something cold from a bottle over your ass, suddenly hesitant as you realized what he wanted.
"daddy, you said-"
"it's not going to hurt, i promise. we're gonna work you up to take my cock, babydoll," he swore, his warm hands gently rubbing your sides, soothing you to relax back down against the sheets.
he pulled a silicone plug from the box, just barely bigger than his fingers. a low whine of protest made him frown, the hand that rubbed your back pausing.
“it’ll be much easier for you if you cooperate. you wouldn’t like my cock in your tight little ass right now, would you, doll?” james threatened with a glare.
“no, daddy,” you resigned yourself to be docile, knowing he was doing this for your own good.
james’ large hands gripped the globes of your ass, spreading you for him. he watched your tense expression as he eased the silicone past your ring of muscle, your body accepting it easily. the glittery base peeked out, a shudder rolling up your spine as james tapped it, smirking at how reactive you were to him.
“so pretty, baby,” he praised, leaning down to kiss you.
you chased his lips as he pulled back, dropping your head back on the pillow as his mouth went to your tits, every touch multiplied with the foreign stretch stimulating you. you tried to form words, wanting to beg for his cock in your weeping cunt, but it came out as nothing more than a whimper. your fingers clawed at his hair, eyes rolling back as he knelt between your thighs.
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Tommy's Obsession
A/N: I had a thought about Tommy's pref for long hair and the kink that develops from it after revisiting this blurb. I hope you enjoy my filthy musings. 🔞
Sitting at Tommy’s side you place your cheek to his knee, feeling his tweed trousers scratch against your soft cheek. His hand caresses the top of your head gently as he sips his whisky, the light from the fire illuminating you both in the darkness of his office. The day has been long and the tasks endless, but here in this room he can relax with you. He knows you're loyal and devoted, his completely.
Knowing how much he needed this, you readied yourself the moment you heard his car approach. You removed the numerous pins from your hair, allowing your glossy locks to cascade over your shoulders in subtle welcome. When Tommy saw you standing before him like a vision he breathed a sigh of relief, crossing the room to capture you in his arms and breathe in the scent of your perfume. The intoxicating aroma enveloped him as the curtain of your hair drew around him, inviting a peaceful solitude. It didn’t take long to unwind from the day after that, moving to the sofa wordlessly with crystal tumbler in hand.
Brushing against him lovingly was where you felt most safe and Tommy well served, but not yet satisfied. A groan released from his throat told you all you needed to know of his slight discomfort and you moved from his knee to free him from the confines of his tightening trousers. The clink of his belt was mirrored by the ice cubes in his glass as he gazed down at you adoringly.
He gulped suddenly at the rush of cool air against his thighs as you slid the thick material of his trousers from his waist and shimmied them down his legs, placing open mouthed kisses to every inch of skin you could find. “Tommy, tell me what you need,” you whispered against his bulge as you returned to him, laying your hair across one broad thigh.
Hand returning to the crown of your head, his fingers massaged your scalp lightly. You heard a moan as he began to tug at your roots and you inhaled sharply at the wet patch that appeared in his pants by your open mouth. Tongue darting out to swipe over his weeping tip, you sucked gently through the thin fabric, desperate for a taste of him.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he exhaled on a shaky breath, hand lowering to cup your chin. He swiped his thumb across your lower lip to smear the saliva that had gathered, a chuckle escaping his lips at your eagerness. Quickly ridding himself of his shorts, he captured your small hand in his, guiding you to stroke him languidly. Your teeth caught your plump lower lip as you watched him instruct you, silken hair falling forward onto his fist.
A primal grunt issued forth as Tommy felt your locks caress his calloused hand. In one deft movement, he captured a swath of your hair and wrapped it around his hardness, feeling the satiny luxury slide against him, he seemed to melt. “Not hurting you am I?” he asked breathlessly.
Though he tugged on your roots, it was no different from your usual lovemaking and you sought to reassure him, intrigued to see what he might do next. “No, it’s alright,” you whispered, stroking over his hand gently. You watched intently as Tommy took control of the movements, shifting your hand to cup his balls as he tightened the hold your tresses had on his throbbing cock. Taking himself in hand, he pumped harder, curses falling from his lips with every touch of his fingertips against your silken threads.
“Oh, fuck, Y/n. M close,” Tommy panted, the tip of his tongue wetting his parched lips.
“Cum for me, Tommy,” you begged, tilting your head to look up at him with doe eyes, tongue outstretched in wanting desire. That was all it took for Tommy to unravel before you, desperately clutching your face in his hand as he spilled inside your warm, waiting mouth. You closed your eyes, humming in satisfaction as you swallowed every drop, feeling his fingertips slowly unwind your locks from his softening cock.
You giggled as you pulled back from him, wiping the back of your mouth with a proud smile. Tommy pulled you up to sit beside him, running his hands through your hair as he kissed you full. He wouldn’t be finished with you until he’d bathed you, washing your hair and helping you comb it out later at your dressing table, then plaiting it in a long braid down your back. It was a ritual you’d come to enjoy for the comfort and safety, but also for the promise of tomorrow. He’d wake you in the morning with a harsh tug, pulling you down onto his cock as he asked who you belonged to.
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All I Really Want Is You
older!neighbor!widower! steve x fem!reader chap one/ten - a slow burn series of blurbs - updated every wednesday
Welcome To The Neighborhood
—> chapter two
summary: There’s a Bandit on the loose.
wc: 3.6k
warnings: 18+ series for eventual smut, 12 year age gap, reader is 30 and Steve is 42 otherwise none for this first installment :) it’s a meet cute baby.
author’s note: Here it is! chapter one of this little slow burn series with your painfully hot and confusing older!neighbor!widower!steve. This story will take place over the course of one summer, told in mostly blurbs of your chance encounters and run in’s with Steve. This series will have lots of pining, flirting, mild angst and eventual smut. Most chapters will range from 1-2k each except for a few. I hope you guys like reading about these two as much as I liked writing it & I hope to see you back next Wednesday! 🥹♥️
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End of May —
Highways and state lines blur together like the buzzing of cicadas into busy Chicago streets. A fresh start. A new life. No plan - that was the promise you made to yourself ten years ago almost down to the date.
The excitement outweighs the embarrassment of how long it takes you to parallel park the Uhaul when you find that one in a million spot in front of your new home. Your hands are numb from the constant battle between the wind and your steering wheel. The breeze from the lake testing your strength for the last hour of your drive. The machine creaks loudly when you slam it into park, your legs wobbling like jello when your converse hit the pavement and out of your truck.
The city hits your ears like the humidity on your skin. The exposed parts of your thighs stick together when the thick air wraps around you like an unwanted blanket. Taking a deep breath, exhaust stings your lungs. Far away from the only place you’d ever known, it’s comforting the feeling that washes over you. You didn’t come here with an agenda. A fresh start with nothing to lose. You came here just to be you.
It seems like everyone is on their way to do something, going somewhere they have to be. They brush past you without even a glance in your direction, air pods buried deep in their ears caught up in their own little world. The sounds of dogs barking mingle with cars honking and loud conversations from patio bars the next block over. The city is alive with summer hanging fresh in the air.
The trees that line both sides of your street are lush and green from the moisture. They drape over phone lines, weeping under the heat of the sun. Bumper to bumper cars from all kinds of walks of life make the one way street even smaller. Mini gardens in front of mismatched houses only inches apart. This was your new home.
The three story townhouse is covered in dark green wooden paneling, the floors split up into separate apartments, and you managed to bag the top floor with protruding bay windows. Dumb luck mixed with being on craigslist minutes after they posted, you found the one mom and pop place in the city that fit your budget.
The chipped black metal gate that blocks off the front steps lands at your waist, and runs as a property line against an even nicer house next to yours. One that looks like it belongs to someone, not rented out to a bunch of someones. The bright red brick looks new, and the dark wood steps and patio freshly stained. An oriental rug that matches the house has chew toys with missing limbs littering the front entrance. A porch swing faces you and it sways gently with the wind. Your eyes catch the silhouette of someone on the other side of the stained glass in the middle of the thick mahogany door, and it reminds you to stop being so nosy.
Keys dangling in your hand, you take your first steps through the gate. The metal groans loudly before slamming closed behind you. You jog up the less polished, salt worn steps to your front door and the faint sound of a deep voice catches your ears from next door as you jiggle the lock open. Crossing through the threshold of the entryway you’re not surprised when there’s no reprieve to the heat, but disappointed just the same as you pull at our tank top that starts clinging to your skin. You eye the narrow staircase that curves up leading to your apartment, immediately regretting doing this alone.
It takes you less time to unload than it did to load up, at least that's what you tell yourself as you round to the back of the open trailer. Sweat is slick against your skin and you thank yourself for keeping the previous owner's couch even if you thought it was an ugly shade of green.You stare pointedly at the four heaviest boxes left and you swear they mock you while you try to catch your breath from pushing your mattress to your room. The words ‘winter clothes’ scribbled sloppily in bright red marker make your face twist up.
“God dammit,”you breathe out running the back of your hand across your forehead trying to rally. Your A/C was already in the window and the cool air inside becomes your motivation.
You aren’t expecting the abrupt shove forward or the feeling of paws on your butt, sharp nails digging into the soft material of your shorts. Then you hear it, his voice.
“Bandit! Bandit - no! Down!”
Your hands hit the metal of the trailer stopping your fall under the weight of what you’re now realizing is an over excited fully grown German Shepherd. Pink tongue out with spit flying everywhere, you can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of you when you turn around and he starts sniffing all over with a tail that wags a mile a minute. High pitched whines leave him when he realizes how much he wants you to play, but he accepts the scratches you offer behind his ears just the same. Body wiggling while also trying to stay still.
“Hi buddy!” you coo, your voice instantly slipping into the embarrassing one you only use for animals.
That’s when you see him.
He has a few years on you, that part is obvious with the pepper that spots the sides of his honey colored hair and the scruff that lines his sharp jaw, but it only makes him look better. His broad shoulders are wrapped up tight in a white undershirt, the thick cotton telling you it was the kind that cost more than your phone bill. The black shorts he wears have a hem high enough to almost be inappropriate when you swear you see the outline of what’s underneath. The Nike swoosh near the slit at the top of his hairy thighs. His shoes match the color of his shorts, the On Cloud symbol etched on the side flashes in the light. Two hundred dollars on just his feet.
The trained muscles in his arm flex when he runs a hand through his hair, catching the stray that flops over his forehead when he comes to a halt in front of you. The bright red leash clutched in his fist matches the color of his cheeks. Big hazel eyes meet yours after lingering on your curves a little too long, making you realize you’re showing off just as much skin as him. Clearing your throat, you tug at the bottom of your yoga shorts, willing them to grow just an inch longer with cheeks burning and not because of the sun.
“Sorry, I have a bad habit of getting him excited before I leash him up. I swear he’s friendly, are you okay? He didn’t scratch you or anything right?”
You’re too distracted by his hands to comprehend his words, tendons moving under taut skin as he hooks Bandit’s hardness. The heat, the move, and the man all getting the best of you.
“Hey -“
His voice brings you back to reality, his brows furrowing over perfect features when he looks at you with genuine concern.
“Yes! Sorry, I’m fine. Honestly! I love dogs. The move in the heat, I think, I think it’s just getting to me.” You smile doing your best to calm the worried look on his face, and you swear you see him flush deeper because of it.
It’s his turn to clear his throat, left hand flexing like he’s looking for a ring that isn’t there. The skin is a lighter shade than the rest of him like there used to be. There’s a beat and an awkward silence before he finally notices the mostly empty trailer behind you.
“Looks like you’re almost done though, top floor?” He questions rocking on his heels a little, pointing over his shoulder to your window. Your A/C is already dripping water onto the pavement.
“Yeah! You live in the building?” Please say yes.
“Me? No.” He coughs a little uncomfortable, while you fight to stop the disappointment from showing on your face. “I umm, I actually live next door.” He winces, almost like he’s embarrassed.
“Anyway, sorry about Bandit. Your boyfriend is probably wondering where you’re at.” You don’t miss the way he assumes with a secret hope he’s wrong hidden behind the mossy greens of his eyes.
“Probably,” you pause, ego boosting when you see him squirm, “If I had one.” You giggle and you hate the way your hips twist a little.
That’s when he does it, he smiles, with all of his teeth. It’s just as blinding as it is contagious, and it makes your skin tingle, giddiness dripping from your limbs. It’s short lived though, like pieces of a puzzle clicking together you watch it disappear. It’s replaced by the same concern from before only with a new layer of disbelief.
“Wait, honey, who’s helping you move in then?” He looks at you stunned like he can’t fathom the answer he knows you're gonna give.
“The same person that drove here - me.” You grin a little proud with your chin pushed up and it makes his lips twitch, the same smile from before itching to come back.
“Let me at least help with these last few.” He peeks behind you, eyes scanning over your messy writing, “They look like they might be heavy.”
He teases you just enough to earn a roll of your eyes, but the grin on your face makes him huff out a relieved laugh. Nerves like a first date twist in his gut when he sees the way you look at him from under your lashes.
“I mean, if you insist…?” you trail off, fishing for his name.
“Steve, sorry! It's Steve, Steve Harrington.” He runs one of his big hands through his hair again, a nervous tell of his you pick up on instantly, before offering it out for you to take.
“I don’t think I caught that, can you repeat your name one more time for me?” Biting your lip into a smile, he narrows his eyes playfully, cheeks blooming, flustered from your words.
Sliding your hand into his, it disappears completely when he wraps his fingers around yours. The softness of his palm is warm like the sun that beat down on you all day and it sends electric currents running through your veins, heart thumping loudly in your chest and you wonder if he can hear the way he can hear it. Minutes pass before either of you make the first move to let go, or at least that’s what it feels like. It’s not until Bandit whines at your feet that Steve finally caves.
“Let me go put him back inside real quick, it’s still a little too hot out anyway and I’ll help you bring the last of this up, tough girl.” He winks with the kind of casualness that makes you question whether you saw it at all and you have to hold in the sigh that begs to slip past your lips.
“I’ll be waiting,” your voice cracks, your confidence slowly disappearing like the sun behind the hazed skyline.
You try to cover it up by swooping down to give Bandit a kiss between the eyes. Only it backfires, making it worse when you realize how weirdly personal that was to do to someone else’s dog, despite the more than pleased wag of his tail.
“That - that was, oh god. I don’t know why I kissed your dog like I knew him. Or you. I’m - I’m sorry.” You pinch the bridge of your nose, embarrassment rolling off of you in waves.
It’s not until you hear his laugh, and god is it pretty too, that you finally look up.
“It’s understandable, he’s a handsome guy.” Steve smirks with flirty eyes and it makes you dizzy.
You can’t stop your giggle, the back of your hand doing little to hide your smile from him. Butterflies breaking from cocoons in your stomach as you watch him walk away to that big house right next to yours.
“What exactly do you have in these boxes?” Steve grunts as he follows you up the narrow staircase with two in tow despite your multiple warnings.
“Winter coats, sweaters, maybe some boots...” you trail off trying to think, your disorganization more than evident when you open up your front door to even more boxes and bags spread out in disarray.
“You packed your coats and your boots in the same box?” His voice is muffled behind cardboard as the cool air hits, sending goosebumps across sweat-kissed skin. The low hum does something to dull your nerves when you work up the courage to turn around and finally face him.
“Maybe! Who knows, I’ll find out tonight when I open it.”
He huffs out a breathy laugh as his broad shoulders almost brush the sides of your door frame. Stepping one expensive sneaker in front of the other into your more than humble apartment, there’s a fleeting moment of regret about taking him up on his offer when your eyes dart around the mess.
“Where am I puttin’ this boss?” His eyes meet yours from around the side of the boxes, playfulness filling the greens and browns like before.
The muscles in his arm flex when he re-establishes his hold on the box, the sleeves of his shirt getting tighter and the whites of his knuckles start to show. The simple brown leather band of his watch strains, and it makes your throat dry up.
“Ummm.” You shake your head, willing your brain to regain its normal function as you start a clumsy walk towards the direction of your bedroom. “We can put them in my -“
Your shoe hits something hard and you don’t have enough time to realize what’s happening until you're already on the ground. Palms flat against the scratched wooden floor and a sharp pain in your ankle. The culprit, an already half opened box labeled KITCHEN you must’ve left in the hallway when you got distracted by something else.
“Jesus, are you okay?” Steve sets the boxes down, pushing them against the wall and out of the way raking his hand through his hair again, it must be a stressed habit too.
“Yeah, yeah, my ego is a little bruised but I think I’m gonna survive.” You try to smile, but only end up wincing when you go to push yourself up.
“Here, let's get you on the couch, let me take a look.” He doesn’t wait for your reply, both of his hands coming out to you in an offering. Stubbornness losing for once, you take them.
He lifts you up like you’re weightless, moving you around with ease as he tucks you into his side. His fingers wrap around the curve of your hip to steady you. He’s warm, the pine of his body wash mixing with the spice of his cologne and it surrounds you in a strong hold. It's a short trip to your couch, his abs moving with each step, and you secretly wish it took just a little longer.
He’s gentle when he untangles himself from you. Soft palms on your elbows to hold your balance as you sit down. There’s a hint of his aftershave that hits your nose as your muscles melt into the softness of the cushions, the day quickly catching up to you. Eyelids going droopy.
“Sitting was a mistake Steve,” you groan with a light stretch of your limbs, and another subtle wince.
“Well good thing you conned me into helping you with the last of your boxes then.” He waits a second before meeting your eyes as he pulls one of your many boxes over to sit on, his lips twisting up when he sees the way you scoff.
“Conned you?! You practically begged me to let you help.” Your head bobs with attitude dripping from each word and it makes him grin. He nods furrowing his brows like he’s hearing you, but despite the limited time you’ve spent with him you knew whatever he was about to say was just going to egg you on more.
“I mean, if that’s what you need to tell yourself sweetheart. I remember it a little differently.” He can’t hold in his laugh when you roll your eyes hard at him trying to ignore the newest nickname.
His knees brush against yours when he finally takes his seat, the hem of his shorts rising higher, running tight against the muscle of his thigh. The cinnamon hair that covers his legs tickles you while the sun hits your bay window with just the right light to reveal an expanse of freckles and moles you didn’t see before under his five o’clock shadow and across the bridge of his nose. God, he’s handsome.
His eyes catch yours like he can hear your thoughts, and for a moment you wonder if he actually can.
“Do you mind?” The teasing edge is gone, his eyes a little more soft when the tips of his fingers tap against your leg.
Your voice is lost in the shift in energy, static filling in the air between you when you shake your head ‘no’.’’ His touch is feather light when his fingers wrap gingerly around your ankle bringing your foot to his lap. He makes quick work of your laces, using extra care when he pulls off your shoe. The pad of his thumb rubs over the bruising bone and you notice the way he licks his lips.
“Does this hurt?” He applies a little bit of pressure to the spot just below your calf, his gaze making you nervous as he gauges your reactions.
“No,” it comes out a little breathless and he exhales deep through his nose because of it.
“How about here?” He does the same thing as before, only this time closer to your heel and you wince. “There it is,” he hums to himself, rubbing soothing circles as an apology.
“Like on a pain scale of one to ten, I’d give it a three and a half or four” you tell him, when really you’re too proud to admit it’s actually a five.
“Three and a half? You can’t use that. Solid number only,” he scoffs meeting your eyes from under his lashes, the forest inside them turning black.
“I actually think I can do whatever I want,” you laugh incredulously, your toes wiggling under black socks in his lap.
“I guess it is your house, I stand corrected.” Steve admits defeat with an exaggerated sigh before showing you his teeth in a wide grin, his thumb still rubbing circles because it never actually stopped. “Do you have an ice pack?”
Your finger drums against your bottom lip as you think about everything you had packed, his eyes fixated on the way you lightly pull it down with each tap.
“I don’t remember and if I’m being completely honest I don’t think so.” You look sheepish when you admit your lack of first aid supplies to him.
He chuckles lightly, hot breath fanning against your skin with a shake of his head.
“I think I have one, I’ll grab it and bring those other two boxes up. Keep your foot elevated for me tonight tough girl. Unpack your chaos tomorrow.” He mocks the way your jaw drops at his teasing.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were tryin’ to take care of me Steve.” The joke is innocent, at least that’s what you thought.
Something clicks behind his eyes, the warmth draining from his smile when it falls. His brows furrow and he won’t look at you anymore, his thumb stops rubbing those circles, and your foot is placed gently back on the ground. He’s standing up faster than you can catch your breath, faster than you can comprehend. The energy shifts to something distant and the warm summer is replaced with frigid winter. He clears his throat with glassy eyes scratching the back of his neck, and you have no idea what you did.
“Hey I’m sorry if I -“
He cuts you off before you can finish.
“You didn’t do anything, It’s me - look, I’m just gonna go get those things. I’ll leave it at your door, please just elevate your foot. You should be okay by tomorrow.” He doesn’t let you respond, long legs taking him out of your place and leaving you to wonder what you did wrong.
Your head lulls against the back of the couch, staring fixated on the old popcorn ceiling of your living room for what feels like twenty minutes as you replay everything back. Over analyzing his tones and body language coming up empty every time. This was going to drive you crazy.
There’s three raps on your front door, one coming down hard followed by two quick knocks. When you stand up this time, it hurts less, more true to the pain level you gave him as you slightly hobble to answer.
When you open it, your two boxes are stacked where he promised. A dark blue ice pack with a yellow sticky note that says:
beta’d by @superblysubpar 💕 (also made the cute post it for me 🥹)
dividers by @newlips 💗
chapter two
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Do you have any headcanons or blurb thoughts about if Secretary!reader got him a Christmas present? I feel like would be so cute. Happy Holidays if you celebrate!!❤️
oh i’m so soft ❄️
(this takes place between parts 3 and 4)
what do you get for a man who could buy anything he wants?
you’d been thinking all week about what to get for coriolanus for christmas. you’re sure that he’s used to expensive gifts and presents from all sorts of people. but you weren’t particularly wealthy, even for a capitol citizen.
you remembered once that he had a sweet tooth, and you smiled to yourself as you realized what you could do for him.
you spend all evening before your last day at the office for the break rolling out dough, covered in flour and sticky sugar. you used a little cutter to punch out the shape, baking them to a perfect golden brown and then icing them neatly with a piping bag. then, you packaged them up in a nice little red box with a big silver bow atop of it.
two dozen homemade sugar cookies in the shape of snowflakes, for coriolanus snow.
you hoped he would like them, biting your lip as you stepped into the building’s entry hall with a small smile.
“mr. snow?” you called softly, looking around. coriolanus stepped out of his office and smiled softly.
“yes, miss y/n?”
you fidgeted with the bow for a moment, grinning sheepishly. “merry christmas,” you said, handing the box to him.
coriolanus lifted his brow curiously, taking it from you and lifting the lid open. he blinked down at the neatly packaged cookies, his mouth open in a small little “o” shape.
“sweet snow for a sweet snow,” you joked, knowing it was a cheesy remark. coriolanus eyes lifted to you, tears just barely brimming at his lash line.
oh. had you upset him?
“coryo…?” you tried softly, taking a step forward towards him. you wondered if you’d overstepped somehow. if you’d read this little thing between you two wrong.
instead of opening his mouth to shout at you, perhaps tell you this was ridiculous, coriolanus set the box aside as gingerly as possible. then his arms were suddenly wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight hug. you were startled for a moment before completely melting into his embrace, your own arms fitting easily around his middle.
“thank you,” he breathed softly. “you don’t know what it means to me. that you took time to make these for me.”
of course you’d never know how deeply the gesture struck his heart. he’d never told a soul about his childhood and teenage years, not since his first year at the Capitol University. there was no way you could know that the sweet treats would take him back to a time when his stomach lurched painfully at all hours of the night, a time when he would have openly weeped at the gift of any sort of food.
it had been so long since someone had baked something just for him. ma plinth had passed some years ago, the last person to choose to spend her time making treats for coriolanus. it was more than the memory of the years he spent starving that moved him. to know that you had thought of him, had spent your own free time to do something kind like this for him, had his heart softening more than you’d ever realize.
“you’re welcome,” you whispered back, tentatively stroking his back with your fingertips. after a long moment, coriolanus seemed to gather himself and let you go with a small grin.
his hand gently held your chin for just a moment. “merry christmas, miss y/n.”
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sooooo where did we land with the pussy plug for harry and bee? 👀
We landed right here hehe
“Easy, Bee. That’s a good girl. Fucking look at you. Dripping all down my sheets.”
Your lashes feel heavy. Every muscle and nerve-ending weighed down by the burden of unyielding amounts of pleasure and overstimulation.
But Harry is far from through with you.
He watches the milky white cream dance down the backs of your thighs. Watches the way it glistens from your pussy, begging to be collected by his tongue. Watches the way your body spasms as the last aftershocks of your previous orgasms roll down your spine.
“Shh,” he whispers, swiping his thumb across your swollen clit just to make you whine. “Hold still, sweet girl. Don’t wanna lose a single drop, hm?”
Your quivering lips push into a pout as you shake your head in agreement, whimpering softly while he smiles.
He retrieves the sparkling plug from the bed and gently slides the tip from your ass to your weeping hole. Collecting the runaway drops before pushing them back in. Keeping them snug inside your pussy until the plug is settled just so.
You exhale a strained breath, back arching from the duvet while Harry’s hands smooth down your legs to push them down.
“There we go,” he murmurs, lips pressing into the soft skin of your thigh reassuringly. “So fucking pretty, baby. All plugged with my cum. S’it feel good, Bee? Feel good to be so full of Daddy?”
You writhe and pant something incoherent as Harry chuckles to himself and begins to crawl up the length of your trembling body.
“Now, now,” he warns teasingly, hips rolling against yours as the object is pushed further into your cunt. “Thought this is what you wanted.”
You gasp his name and sling your arms around his neck in an effort to keep him still, squirming away from the contact. “Shit—”
“Yeah. Shit,” he agrees coyly, settling his chest atop yours. “Be grateful I’m so good to you.”
You do your best to focus on anything else but the throbbing in your cunt. The ache from so much overstimulation and the cruel sting of his edging. The way he dragged you toward that blissful finish only to leave you there before you could find it.
“Gonna keep me inside this pretty pussy while we go have dinner with your parents, yeah?” he continues, nudging his nose under your jaw, ignoring your obvious frustration.
Your eyes roll back, pulse racing. “Har—”
“Uh-uh,” he whispers firmly, hand sweeping up your ribcage. “That’s not an answer. Try again.”
With a deep breath, you scratch your nails down his neck and whimper, “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy,” you correct, clenching around the plug when he reaches down to swipe his thumb over the diamond shaped end of the toy. “Shit…yes. Gonna keep you inside me. Feels so good. So full.”
He hums appreciatively, mouth pressing to your cheek. “That’s right. Want you full of me, always. But especially tonight. Want you to sit at that table and be good.”
Suddenly, his hand is slipping around your throat and squeezing—hard. Enough to garner your attention as you swallow against his palm.
“And you will be, won’t you?” he implores sternly. “Not gonna disobey me tonight. Not gonna tease me or touch yourself while we’re out.”
The idea of sitting with his cum in your cunt is already more than you can handle. But knowing he won’t touch you or offer any sort of relief until hours later almost brings tears to your eyes.
When his request is met with silence, his fingers curl even tighter around your neck, forcing your choked reply. “No,” you whine, arching until your chest knocks against his. “No, Daddy. Promise. Be so good.”
“Good.” He dips down and presses his lips to yours, sealing your promise with a rather sadistic kiss. “Now, I want you up and dressed.”
He smacks his hand against your outer thigh, and begins to grin.
“We’ve got a dinner to get to.”
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Long blurb before I go to bed but thinking about suguru and Satoru with a hybrid KittyGirl!Reader
LISTEN THIS IS NASTY AND SATORU AND SUGURU ARE A LITTLE OOC AND MEAN! AND NOT PROOFREAD!!!! Some things may repeat
I’ll expand on this if y’all want
You are just too adorable constantly squeezing yourself in between them on movie nights or placing yourself dead on top of them even when it’s blazing hot, every attempt to gently nudge you off is met with a little anger and them eventually giving in to the cute expression you make, it’s your attempt to try to dominant them but you don’t realize you aren’t as fearful or scary as you think you are.
Suguru being the most non-childish owner means he has to take on the role of being “mean” as Satoru puts it, when you aren’t listening to either of them, just being a straight up brat he sometimes has to raise his voice, and of course it’s always a last resort! Him and Satoru hate that they have to do that but eventually when you realize how serious they are the waterworks start up. Satoru is immediately cuddling up to you and guiding you to the couch with Suguru in tow, they’re both cooing at you, and offering you small hugs and kisses, all they ask is for you to just listen.
Satoru won’t admit it but he kinda loves when you cry, it drives him wild when those tears fill your eyeline and come abruptly. It makes his cock twitch in a sense, he’ll guide you like always to sit on his lap and tell him all about it, of course he’s sympathetic towards you, but on a rare occasion he’ll start feeling you up lightly, giving you kisses and each kiss he’ll deepen and deepen, until he’s sucking on your tongue, making his poor girl all dizzy and horny.
Suguru’s guilty pleasure is when he’s really worked up in the moment with kissing, he’ll guide your head towards his nipple, it doesn’t take not even a minute before you’re wrapping your pretty lips around one and sucking lightly. He watches you like a hawk through lust lidded eyes, he finds his hands slipping into his sweats and squeezing his cock. You’re making a mess around his nipple, spit slowly making its way down his chest. Suguru begins stroking himself, making sure to pay extra attention to his tip. You notice the way his breathing picks up and your attempt to pull away is met with him pulling your head back to his nipple, you being horny and dumb go right back to sucking.
Satoru teases you by pulling on your tail to get a reaction when he’s really bored, he knows it’ll get you riled up enough to start play fighting with him, you’re biting and nipping at him and he is doing the exact same to you, Suguru steps in and tells you both to quit it, giggling silently when he turns his back and find you both getting quick hits on each other.
Suguru and Satoru love when you’re nice and pliant for them, easily spreading your legs for Suguru so he can finger your cunt, or you easily opening your mouth so Satoru can slowly push his cock in your mouth, he’s gentle at the start to prepare you to take him deeper. He’ll move so you can give attention to his fat balls, groaning lowly on how ur such a good girl for being so obedient.
Sometimes if you’ve been a little too much to handle Satoru and Suguru will do something you hate and love the most, Satoru will bend Suguru over in front of you, slowly pushing onto all fours and into an arch, pulling his pants down to expose his plump ass, You attempt to move towards them but Satorus sharp voice tells you no, and to stay put, he adds on that you aren’t allowed to touch yourself either. Satoru lines his weeping tip up with Suguru’s hole, slowly pushing himself in. They both groan in pleasure, making sure to emphasize just how good the stretch feels to you, Satoru can feel him twitching and needing more and more he’ll give. He begins slipping inside of him and pulling out but not all the way, his hips slam back down and Suguru moans lewdly.
After a while of Satoru fucking Suguru’s tight wet hole, they can see how needy you are, grinding your thighs together to relieve the aching of your pussy, this spurs Satoru on to speed up his pace, Suguru isn’t all there but he is open mouthed panting. You make a slight move, testing Satoru’s wrath, he’s purposefully ignoring you head on, he doesn’t say anything when you begin to move towards Suguru’s head. A Greedy little minx is what you are.
you lift up your pretty dress to expose your panties, a slight purr can be heard lowly coming from you, Satoru knows it’s your way of saying you give up and want attention, very badly. Suguru pulls your bottom half towards his face, spreading your legs as he wastes no time in pushing your sodden panties to the side and licking your cunt, he’s avoiding your clit to mess with you a bit, when you grab a fistful of his hair Satoru is quick to remove it immediately, you don’t get the option to have what you want.
A loud whine slips from your lips, when Suguru continues his assault on your cunt, he’s still torturing you by thinking your clit doesn’t exist. It’ll be a long night filled with tears.
When Suguru is angry he’ll use you like a damn ragdoll, flipping and pinning you down as he fucks his long cock Into your wet pussy, mewling, he’ll even grab the end of your tail and he knows that’ll drive you insane, it’s too sensitive for him to be grabbing with such great force. He wants your orgasm to hurt so bad, and it does, it hits you like a truck, he’s holding you down through it and still moving his hips nonstop. You do sleep so soundly after, looking so peaceful even sometimes drooling.
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ʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: little blurbs on how someone the ST men go down on you, based on the song "touch tank" by quinnie <33 (ft. steve harrington, eddie munson, jonathan byers & billy hargrove)
☾⋆*:｡ a/n: first post and ofc it's smut 💀 but this songs has been occupying my mind ever since it came out so I thought it'd be fun!! i hope someone finds this and enjoys it <3
☾⋆*:｡ details: NSFW//w.c: 1.3k//warnings: oral (fem + male reader receiving), fingering, face sitting, marking, face fucking, spit kink (aka Billy being gross), implied high sex
ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʜᴀʀʀɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ
꒰♀꒱ God Steve thinks he could die happy between your legs, head nestled so comfortably between plush thighs and gazing up at you with stars in his eyes. He loves when you sit on his face, pulling you down against him till he can barely breath. He could almost drown, his tongue dragging through slick folds and watching your expressions like his favorite movie as a pink blush dusts his cheeks. He can’t miss a single moment, completely ignoring how your fingers grasp at his perfect hair because he can’t look away from the show in front of him. Every little gasp and groan is sweet encouragement, swirling his tongue around your aching clit or pressing his tongue deeper inside you to elicit an even prettier noise. You taste like honey on his tongue, groaning lowly in his throat as he suckles at your clit and presses you down on his face harder. He could just devour you
꒰♂꒱ He’s such a people pleaser and it still applies to his dear partner, even despite his inexperience he’s set on taking you down his throat the minute you asked him to make you feel good. His lips are wrapped around your head, giving it extra attention because he’s so infatuated with the faces you make when he presses his tongue against the slit (and just how good your precum tastes on his tongue). Despite each gag and choke he’ll take you as far as possible, swallowing around your length and bobbing his head up and down on your length. He doesn’t mind when your fingers entwine in his hair and even fights back tears when you begin to face fuck him, his pretty glossy eyes locked on yours and sharing silent questions of “am I doing alright?” “am I making you feel good?” as your cock slides in and out of his mouth. He's such a pretty boy taking you so well
ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ᴍᴜɴꜱᴏɴ
꒰♀꒱ Eddie's hair always tickles your inner thighs, he’ll tie it up but there’s something so sweet about seeing his doe eyes peek up at you through dark curls as he innocently latches onto your clit, sucking and ever so lightly biting at it. He’s so damn good with that tongue of his, dancing through sticky folds and dipping impossibly deep into your cunt to have you seeing stars only to pull away when you were nearing your crescendo. But it’s so hard to get mad at him as his nips at your thighs and moans out his praise, telling you just how good you are and how sweet you taste as he smears your juices against your inner thighs. The icy chill of his rings against your skin sends chills up your spine mixed with excitement, knowing as he inserts each rough digit into your weeping cunt that he’ll finally be leaving you shaking and coming till your eyes are rolling back into your skull
꒰♂꒱ He’s such a tease, he wants to see you squirm before he gives you just what you want. He may not look all that strong but his strength seems amplified when he pins your hips down, lips just ghosting along your cock and making you sob for something more. He’ll wrap his hand gently around your shaft, his rings shining softly in the low light and making your skin shudder before taking you into his hot and wet mouth, such a sharp difference to the cold metal. He works at his own pace, switching between licking and sucking but always groaning so filthily against you and smearing his lips with spit and precum. Sometimes he’ll fold and let you take a handful of his thick curly hair and hold him still, fucking deep into his throat and leaving him gasping and choking. But his eyes don’t divert, silently challenging to you really fuck his mouth because god he wants it
ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ʙʏᴇʀꜱ
꒰♀꒱ Sloppy kisses and bites leave a little trail along your skin up to your cunt, marking up your skin so cutely. Jonathan likes to take his time when going down on you, there’s no rush in his mind and he just wants to make you feel good. His tongue moves slowly and almost lazily but calculated, like he’s mapping out a picture of your pretty pussy in his mind and staining his tongue with the sweet taste of your arousal. His little hums and moans of approval are so cute, vibrating against your pussy as he smushes his face close enough to almost drown in your embrace. He almost can’t get enough, you’re like air to him and he’s drinking in with sweet contentment behind red glazed eyes. His hands rub softly at your shaking thighs, soothing them and murmuring sweet praise that almost gets lost beneath your pleasurable moans and him sucking at your puffy clit
꒰♂꒱ His face is so red and hot as he strokes you carefully, watching your every expression with close intent just to make sure he’s pleasuring you just right. His curiosity gnaws at him and it isn’t long till he’s trying to take you down to the base, disregarding his choking because he just wants more of you. You’re heavy and hot on his tongue and he can’t get over how much he loves the taste of you, saliva dripping from stretched lips as he nuzzles his head deeper between your legs and takes more of him. He can’t look you in the eyes, almost too shy but when you moan and shower him with praise you don’t miss the glances through the curtain of brown hair. His noises are so soft and muffled, like he's nervous to moan aloud around your cock but you just taste so damn good
ʙɪʟʟʏ ʜᴀʀɢʀᴏᴠᴇ
꒰♀꒱ If there’s one thing to be known about Billy is that he’s dirty under the sheets, he’s so sloppy and messy with how he eats you out but he hits at the right places that make you shake. He’s lapping at your cunt like it’s the sweetest treat, his face covered with your slick and treating you so nicely till he bites at your clit and makes sparks flash in your eyes. But he has such a tight grip around your thighs, just dragging you back across the sheets so he can ravish you some more because he knows he’s not done with you till your shaking and sobbing from overstimulation. His fingers don’t seem to stop pumping into you, tongue swiping from top to bottom but paying extra attention to your entrance and all the sweet juices spilling out around his fingers, lapping it up all like a little honey bee who's found some nectar
꒰♂꒱ He almost needs to have full control when going down on you, his heavy frame pinning you to the bed and each one of his touches so teasing and brief. Spit drips from his cherry red lips onto your cock before licking it up with a long swipe on his tongue along your length. You want more but you can only shudder and whine beneath him as he unravels you like a ball on twine, teasing you for how desperate his sweetheart is. He takes things how he wants to, taking his time with swallowing you down as his fingers massage your spit covered balls tenderly, his throat flexing around your cock and those unwavering icy eyes following you. He’ll slap your hip sharply if you even dare take your eyes off what he’s doing for you because he's all you should be focused on
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Being his present to you for Christmas.
NSFW, Christmas blurb special, whiny Johnny, Afab reader. No pronouns used.
You can read the Ghost installment here.
Johnny had been acting weird all December. You tried to brush it off as his childlike excitement for Christmas coming back around.
But oh were you so wrong. You didn't expect for the excitement to stem from how he had messily wrapped himself in large ribbons. On his knees by the tree, arms crossed behind his back. You were a little surprised to see him kneeling naked, cock hanging flaccid between his legs.
He smiled up at you. "There you are. Was worried you'd miss out on presents."
Your cheeks went a little pink, seeing the half opened box with a small bow on it. Inside those familiar aphrodisiac chocolates.
"What's all this about?" You ask.
"It's simple." Johnny smirked. "I wanna give you a present. Something no one else can."
You were a bit excited.
"So that's why you were so giddy." You realize.
He hums, smiling and leaning his head up to meet you in a kiss. His tongue finding your mouth, slowly kissing you open.
"Maybe" he mumbles against your lips.
You kneel down, picking up one of the chocolate packs blindly and unwrapping it. Johnny smiles into the kiss, eyes darting over as you peel the chocolate off. Once it's off, you pull back from the kiss, placing the small bite between his teeth.
Diving back into a sloppy kiss, Johnny moaning softly as you both manage to break the chocolate, each getting a piece.
"Mm, fuck baby." Johnny purred, his arousal immediately sparking back up like a rushing fire in his stomach.
He groaned, trying to grind his hips up into you, already getting ahead of himself, excitement taking over.
"Already?" You teased, breaking another chocolate piece.
"Yeah, yeah," he whined, "you know what those chocolates do to me."
You pulled the ribbon slowly down his thighs, feeling the rough skin. The scars littering up his leg hair, nimble fingers wrapping around his cock.
Johnny bit his lip, chasing your lips for more of you. Instead you pull away, tugging his cock gently, stroking your hand up and down the length.
He looked down, baby blues watching as his cock came alive in your hand. "Fuck.. makin' it grow in your hand." He leaned his head back, his thick cock hardening as you tugged.
Spitting into your fingers and laying down onto your stomach, lips wrapping around the head.
Johnny watched you, groaning as you licked up his cock, swallowing down around it, tongue guiding the bottom of his heavy girth.
"Yeah baby, fuck that's it." Johnny watched, breathing heavily as you took his cock. Trying to rock his hips a little to encourage you.
Dragging your lips up and down over his heavy length, his cock already weeping from having sat there so long without your help.
"Come on love, it's Christmas, give me a little more." Johnny bucked his hips, trying to make it to the back of your throat.
Instead you kept a firm hand on his base, sucking up and down at a good pace. Your other hand reaching down to squeeze and fondle his balls.
Johnny was growing frustrated, "fuck, come on," he whined, trying to rock his hips forward into your mouth.
"You're supposed to be enjoying the show." You said, pulling back and licking up his cock.
"I wanna make you choke on my dick." Johnny groaned, leaning his head back.
"Maybe if you ask nicely." You hummed, sucking his head back into your mouth.
Johnny grunted, trying not to let the pleasure of your mouth and the aphrodisiac get to him too quickly.
"Baby I want you on that dick. I want you fuckin' choking on it."
You suck him in a little deeper, making his eyelids flutter. "Oh yeah baby. Taking my cock like it's nothing to you. So fucking good for me like that." He moaned, rattling off a paragraph from his arousal.
"F-fuck, shit I want it baby. Can I just fuck your mouth? Please? Wanna cum down your throat." He rambled, the chocolate finally kicking into gear, his hips bucking into your mouth.
You tried to keep him still but his body was much stronger against yours, even in his pathetic thrusting. His cock sloppy on your tongue, veins already pulsing and length heavy on your tongue.
He drooled, biting his lip and whining. "Fuck take it deep, deeper love."
And, it was Christmas, he went through all the trouble for you. So you did. Pressing him further down your throat, relaxing your gag reflex and took him deep.
His baby blue eyes filled with lust, wiggling his wrists out of his restraints, managing to slip the tight ribbon up over his shoulders to his neck, hands finally free.
He caresses your hair and guided you down on his cock, grinding his hips up into your face.
You held him down by his pelvis, trying not to let him hurt you. "Oh shit, I'm gonna cum baby. You're so good. Taking my cock. I'm gonna cum, you're gonna make me cum."
You groan, tongue swirling around his cock, his hand tightening in your hair. His fist pulled you down, caressing your cheek with the other.
"Fuuuucck," Johnny groaned, bucking up into your throat.
"Gonna fill you up," he grunted, "cummin'," his voice hitched.
Cum flooded your mouth, Johnny's head falling back as he moaned.
"Oh ho... Oh darlin'." He panted, keeping his cock in your mouth a little longer before pulling out. Cum spurting down your chin, his cock twitching a little.
"Fuck... You opened the Christmas present." He shuddered, pulling the last of the ribbon off.
You tried to wipe your chin, giggling as he pushes you back gently, crawling over top of you so you laid on your back.
He pressed his hard cock up against you, lifting up your legs to his shoulders and pulling down your fuzzy pajamas pants. Seeing your pussy already getting excited, he prodded the head of his weeping cock to your panties, whining a little.
"Baby I need this," Johnny groaned, pressing his head against your entrance.
"Wait wait-" You tried to protest, but Johnny's mind was already gone, his hands pinning your wrists above your head.
He leaned down, kissing you, his tongue prodding into your mouth, feeling you start to relax. He grinded against your panties, pushing them aside and sliding his cock against your slit.
You attempted to move, even with one hand he kept you right where he wanted. Sliding his thick cock into your tight pussy.
Johnny's moan muffled by your mouth, his eyes rolling back and eyelids fluttering shut.
"Oh my god." He whispered, bucking his hips.
His length sank in and out of you. The wet sounds of your stretching pussy around his thick, heavy cock.
You wrapped your legs around his waist as he fucked you on the carpet. Kissing you until he lost his breath and all he could think about was you. Hips meeting yours, hearing you whine and juices run down between your labia, coating his cock.
He leaned back up, looking down and seeing his cock sink inside, pulling out glistening and dripping, plunging back in.
"You look so good." Johnny groaned, watching you take his cock, "so fucking good, oh my god."
You moaned, mouth falling open the more he went. Bucking his hips into you and watching your pussy take him so well. Squeezing your sweet, warm walls over his heavy length.
His pace increased, having both of you a moaning mess until he couldn't take it.
He kept going, faster and faster, making your pussy clench. His cock slammed into your g-spot and you lost it, cumming on his cock. "Johnny- oh shit!" You cursed breathlessly. His eyebrows furrowing, whining and pulling out. He looked down, desperately jerking his cock, cum spurting from his head again, landing across your stomach.
You both panted, sitting there for a moment before relaxing. Johnny slumped a little, letting go of his pulsing cock, rubbing two fingers through your slicken mess.
"I wanna do this all day..." He pants.
"Is that what you want? This the only present you want?"
He nods, leaning down to kiss you. "All I want, you're all I want."
I know it is fairly small but I want to get all of these done for Christmas. If you guys liked this one... Who should I do next in line for Christmas??
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Imagination
summary: he wasn’t as good as you thought
pairing: lando norris x fem! reader
warnings: cheating | shitty boyfriend | guilt tripping
genre: angst angst angst
notes: I love angst 🙃 also I’m sorry 😭
words: 2.1k
LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO
Everyone assumed Lando would be a good boyfriend, teasing yet kind, silly but romantic.
To be fair he was like that, emphasis on the was.
He was so incredibly good to you, looking at you as if you hung the stars and moon.
He’d always talk about your future together, that he would buy you all these things so you guys would live happily together.
You ate it up, you really did.
And you loved him just as much, you guys were honestly perfect together.
It was maybe the two year mark, actually no- it was the day of your two year anniversary when it had started.
Now of course you had some doubts and worries, he was constantly traveling, and he obviously had a lot of women after him.
But he made you feel secure, you knew he wouldn’t do anything, you didn’t know if any women would do anything.
“Lando? Baby? Where are you?” You ask out, entering your guys' shared apartment.
You could hear shouting come from his streaming room.
It hit you, he really forgot about your anniversary and decided to stream instead.
You close your eyes, taking in a deep breath and setting down your purse on the kitchen counter.
You walk into his streaming room, a smile on your face as the chat floods in with messages about you.
“Hey baby! You look stunning..” Lando says, a smile on his face as he spins around to face you in his chair. But he realized that something was off. “Hold on chat..” He says, muting his mic.
"Really? Really Lando? You forgot our anniversary?" You ask with clear frustration in your voice.
You watch him look away with a sheepish look on his face, it honestly pissed you off way more than it normally would have.
At the two year mark you expect him to know better, you expected him to know what you expected.
He was clearly embarrassed, or at least trying to avoid making eye contact with you.
“I’m sorry Y/n..I’ll make it up to you later..” He says, reaching for your hand and giving it a squeeze before he turns away from you and goes back to his game.
Least to say you weren’t happy with him after that. He did make it up afterwards- it still didn’t feel sincere or that he cared.
But you did end up brushing it aside, you imagined it would be a one time thing in the moment.
You were wrong.
This time it was during summer break, you guys had spent some time with friends, relaxing and enjoying the break.
You were at some random club you two had been dragged to, you really didn’t care that much.
You mostly stuck by your friends, and when you did go to the bar to get a club soda, a guy approached you.
“Hey! I know this is random- but I really like your outfit!” This guy says with a smile, you picked up on some clues- he definitely wasn’t straight.
“Oh my gosh! Thank you!” You say with a smile, “I love yours too! It’s super cute!”
So you guys got caught up in a conversation, honestly you enjoyed it- you liked making friends and talking to people! Truly no harm done.
But Lando didn’t know that.
You felt an arm wrap around your waist and pull you away from the guy, dragging you through the crowd of people.
“Hey! What the fuck Lando!” You say, swatting his hand away as he yanks you into a booth with him.
“What? He was being too friendly..” Lando grumbles out, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Get over yourself Lando, he wasn’t straight and we were talking about clothes!” You say, frustrated with how Lando was acting.
“Yeah sure..” He mumbles out, rolling his eyes.
Some time had passed, you forgot about that little situation and you were now squeezed into a booth with your girl friends, chatting and giggling about something random when Lando had slid in next to you.
He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side, pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead.
“What are you ladies talking about?” Lando asks with a grin, glancing around at the group of girls.
“Just how hot you F1 drivers are..” Some girl named Jill says she had openly thristed over Lando before. You hated her.
Lando's ears pricked up at the idea that someone else was interested in him, he was used to these things by now but he enjoyed the attention.
"We are quite a good-looking bunch I guess," He replies with a sly smirk, hoping you'd react to that, wanting to get back at you.
You roll your eyes, letting out a huff. “I’m going to the restroom..”
Lando moved to let you out, lightly tapping your ass as you walk away. “Make it quick baby..”
Now that pissed you off.
A few minutes had passed and you made your way back to the booth, but you had stopped in your steps. You were witnessing something you’d never imagine you would.
Landos hand on Jill’s thigh as he leans into her with a grin, whatever they were “talking” about was clearly interesting.
“What the fuck Lando?! Are you mental?!” You shout out as soon as he shuts the door to your apartment.
"Jeez, why are you freaking out? We weren't even doing anything!" Lando replies as he shuts the door behind him and heads to the living room.
"We were just flirting, it was nothing serious."
He doesn't even have an appropriate tone of voice, he sounds unbothered and like everything is fine and he didn't just have his hands all over another woman.
"We weren't even kissing or anything!" He adds, as if that was meant to alleviate your anger.
“So?? That doesn’t make it acceptable to hit on another girl in front of me! Who also, may I add, has shown interest in you!” You say, following him into the living room.
“God! What is wrong with you Lando? You’ve completely fucking changed! You forget shit, you apologize and- and love me up, then pull shit like that?” You add on, voice breaking as you try and rack your brain to figure out just why he would be doing this.
"Look, just don't make such a big deal out of this, I said it wasn't serious." Lando responds rather coldly, as if he was annoyed by the fact that you were upset.
"You're acting hysterical really. And I didn't even forget our anniversary, I just didn't know it was that day, so don't make a fuss. It's not like we were even going to do something special."
You give him a look, one that was asking him are you serious. “Stop trying to fucking play mind games Lando..” You say, your gaze cold as you look at him.
“You’re sleeping on the fucking couch tonight..” You add on, opting to turn around and walk off towards your bedroom, not wanting to deal with whatever Lando was doing now.
Lando is stunned by your sudden reaction, he knew he had annoyed you but had assumed you'd just get over it like normal.
"Woah, hold your horses baby, I'm not sleeping on the couch tonight." He responds angrily, following you into the bedroom.
"You're blowing this way out of proportion, what is even your problem? It’s not even that big of a deal, it barely counts as flirting."
You scoff at his words, “You’re actually mental Norris..” You reply, walking into your bedroom and changing into your sleepwear.
"Come on, you're being silly, don't act like that." Lando replies, stepping into the room uninvited after you. He wants your attention and to talk.
"We're just having a disagreement, we can work through it baby please come on." Lando pleads, clearly desperate for you to give in at this point.
You couldn’t imagine why he was doing this right now, one moment he was unphased and pissed- and now he’s begging for your attention and for all of it to be okay.
“Okay! Fine! Whatever, just fucking change and go to sleep, I don’t care!” You say frustrated, too tired and fed up to deal with his mood swings, so you just let him win.
Lando smiles, clearly pleased with this result.
"Thank you baby, at least you understand." He replies as he heads towards the other side of the room and starts changing.
You're still fed up, but you're exhausted and don't want to do this anymore.
Things didn’t really change after that. Obviously this isn’t how you imagined things going with you and Lando.
In his imagination everything was fine, he was a perfect darling angel. While in your imagination, it was all bad.
Now the third and final time was on your birthday, because everything bad has to happen on a birthday.
You had dressed up all nice again, going to a restaurant that Lando made the reservations for.
You waited for him for about an hour before you gave up.
Walking back into your apartment you feel your heart drop, eyes widening and tears forming.
Lando was making out with some random girl.
Never have you imagined that happening. In your imagination he was a perfect boyfriend, clearly that was all wrong.
“I’m sorry Y/n! She came onto me!” Lando says after you had calmly asked the girl to leave.
“Really? So she just walked into our fucking apartment and kissed you?” You shout, pushing your finger into his chest.
"Okay you're being so overdramatic right now, I didn't even want to kiss her Y/n, it just happened." Lando replies in a frustrated and annoyed tone.
He knows he's in the wrong, but he's annoyed at you for getting this irritated over "nothing".
"Like really?" Lando replies with an eye roll.
"Can't even have friends anymore I guess." Lando adds sarcastically, making it a point that he's angry too.
“Oh yeah, she seemed like a lovely friend, Lando!” You say, sarcasm lacing your words. “I’m assuming you two are close since she had her lips and hands all over you?”
That sets Lando off, you can tell by the tense look in his eyes that you were about to be shouted at.
"You know what Y/n? I've had it. You're such an insecure little girl. You get angry at the slightest thing, don't know how I put up with it." Lando says rather coldly, turning away from you as not to have to look at you.
"So many other girls wouldn't care, why don't you just appreciate the fact I'm still even with you." He adds after a second.
“Oh really? I’m sure not any of those girls would want to put up with you!” You say, shoving him, but he didn’t budge.
“I’ve been nothing but fucking amazing to you Lando! If anything, you’re lucky to have me!”
"Oh yeah baby, I'm real lucky to have such a crazy woman like you." Lando snarls, he's had enough.
"So many girls out there, pretty, sweet, nice, and they'd give anything to be with me, and they wouldn't get mad at every little thing."
He looks at you, glaring for a moment before walking towards you.
"But no, you're my girlfriend, lucky me. Can't wait to break up with you and upgrade."
There was a tense pause in the atmosphere as you both stare at each other.
“Why the hell are you with me?” You say, voice breaking. He finally pushed you over the edge. It all hit you.
Two years together, two actual happy years together, pushed to the side for what? Where did it all go wrong?
Lando stops dead in his tracks the moment he hears your voice break, he stops in place as all the anger and tension leaves him.
He didn't even realize he was so angry anymore, now a wave of sadness hits him as he sees the woman he loved crying heartbroken, he knew he had pushed too far.
He didn’t even know what he was doing anymore.
"Oh..god Y/n I'm sorry..I'm sorry.." The only thing he could say as he walked towards you and pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly.
“No..! No, let go of me..” You sob out, tears falling down your face as you try to fight him, pushing him away. It didn’t work.
“I can’t- I can’t do this..” You mumble out, giving up and resting your head against his chest, sobbing.
"Come on baby, please I'm sorry.." Lando says softly, running his fingers through your hair in an attempt to comfort you.
" I just...I was mad...I just...I didn't mean those things, I'm not even sure why I said all of that-"
Lando doesn't know what to say, he regrets this so much, the fight and everything that he said.
In his imagination he never hurt you- and he never lost the girl he loves.
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When Aemond has bad pain from his nerve damage and needs to just rest Patch lies on him and looks up at him with a sad eye wanting so bad for him to feel alright and he won’t leave his side until he does
Say no more friend...sorry for the delay in response, but when I read this ask, I went, this deserves a short little blurb and only now I'm finding the time to sit down and write it! Also any new besties around here wondering, Patch comes from this fic.
Aemond grumbles as soon as he feels that first jab against his skull. He rubs the scarred side of his face, willing the pain away because this is such a perfect day and he doesn’t want to ruin it.
The sun is shining, and you’ve got nowhere to be today. He’s got his little family around him – you and your two dogs, Vaghar and Patch, cuddled up on the couch watching a movie.
But the jabbing feeling persists, quickly expanding across the left side of his face into a full on migraine. Hissing, he closes his eyes and rubs at his temples, clinging to hope that the headache will go away.
“You okay, Aemond?” you murmur, gently touching his arm before wrapping your own around his shoulders. Finally he gives up, shaking his head and getting up from the couch.
By now you know every beat of how this goes, know that at this point his vision is turning blurry and the pain makes it hard for him to stand.
You help get him to bed, where he quickly curls under the blankets, with pillows all bunched up so that they’ll cushion the side of his face that’s throbbing acutely. You close the blinds and rush to fetch him a glass of water and pain meds, but you nearly trip on your way back to the bedroom.
Patch, your one-eyed puppy is scrambling between your legs in alert to what’s just happened. It occurs to you that this is the first time since you adopted him that he’s witnessed one of Aemond’s nerve pain episodes. Vaghar has been with Aemond since his accident, so she’s already attuned to the circumstance, and knows that she must remain calm and not make any noise.
But poor little Patch looks so worried – such an expressive puppy even when he, like Aemond, lacks one of his eyes.
“Not now, baby” you coo at Patch. “Your dad needs to rest.”
Patch makes little whining noises, following you to the bedroom. When you ignore him he starts barking, which makes Aemond groan and curl in on himself even more.
“Shhh! Patch! Not now!”
You hiss as you place the glass of water and pills by Aemond’s bedside, which is when Aemond carefully turns and croaks out, “What is it?”
“He’s worried about you.”
Aemond is quiet for a moment before whispering, “Bring him over, it’s alright.”
“Aemond, are you sure?”
“Sure. He won’t bother me.”
You eye Aemond worriedly, but fulfill his wishes. Tenderly, you lift Patch in your arms and let him crawl over to Aemond on the bed.
“You gotta behave, baby. Your dad is not feeling well.” You pet Patch’s little head as he settles underneath Aemond’s arm, gazing at him so sadly.
Wide puppy eye is fixed on Aemond, and he’s never ever been this still. Out of your two dogs, Patch is definitely an energy ball whereas Vaghar is an old lady that enjoys her quiet leisure.
“I’m gonna leave you to rest. Call me if you need anything,” ever so carefully, you plant a kiss on Aemond’s head and give Patch a loving scratch on his head.
When you’re gone, Aemond turns on his back, bringing Patch to rest atop his chest so he can caress his soft fur. The puppy can only stare longingly at Aemond, as if he was feeling every bit of pain as his own. Patch begins to weep and it wrecks Aemond’s heart, prompting him to bring him even closer to him so that he can be all nuzzled against his neck, hugging him tightly.
After a long while, being so soothed in Aemond’s arms, Patch stills, and Aemond can finally fall asleep.
When you come back in to check on them your heart melts at the sight of the two all cuddled up and nuzzling one another. You leave them be, and go back to keep Vaghar company, happy to know that there’s a new addition to your little family that helps to make Aemond feel cared for and loved.
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PHOTO ALBUM | hhj
🧸 pairing. hwang hyunjin + gn!reader
synopsis. your best friend's birthday was right around the corner, and as you were in the process of deciding which pictures you should print for the photo album you got him as a present, you finally admit that maybe you never got over your crush on him.
🌙 wc. 2.2k | au. nonidol!au; college!au; childhood friend to lovers; fluff
You were seven when you met Hyunjin.
It was a warm, sunny day— the birds were chirping and the smell of flowers and freshly cut grass filled your lungs as you happily skipped towards the moving truck, picking up a big cardboard box containing the stuff that used to fill the shelves of your now old bedroom. You secured it in your arms and took a few wobbly steps towards your new home, a few drops of sweat already starting to run down your forehead— and that was what it took for you to realize, a moment too late, that the box was just too heavy for you.
Thud.
The cardboard box slipped away from your grasp and fell right on your almost bare feet, which made you wail out a pained, “MOM!” You dropped on the concrete, vision completely blurred out by tears as you sobbed and tried sliding your throbbing toes from beneath what felt to be as heavy as a thousand pounds of bricks. You sniffled and kept sobbing out, “M—mom! D—dad!” as hard as you could, but your voice was getting weaker by the second.
Thankfully, though your parents still hadn't noticed your distress, a little boy who was riding his bycicle in the front yard right next to yours did. All your crying and sobbing prevented you from hearing his loud gasp and subsequent running towards your hunched figure. You opened your eyes as a blurb of colors crouched down in front of you, “Please, s—stop crying, I’ll help you— ” the boy said, panic filling his sweet voice as you kept weeping loudly, “Wait— here, I’ll try lifting this up, okay?” he gulped, and you nodded profusely. You just wanted to stop that terrible pain that now was starting to shoot up your ankles.
“Yes, ple—please, it hurts s—so much!” you hiccuped, wiping your tears away hastily and clasping your hands around your ankles for extra pull, since you weren't 100% sure you’d be able to slide them out otherwise.
“I’ll be counting to three, okay?” he said as he placed his bent fingers under the gap crushing your darkening feet. He turned to look at your face, your quivering bottom lip, tear-stained cheeks and trembling arms broke his small heart, but gave him extra motivation to help you out, “So! One… Two…”
“Three!” he exclaimed, using all his strength to pull up the heavy cardboard box just enough to let you free.
You let out a sigh of relief as you felt the heavy weight come off, pulling your ankles closer to yourself and immediately starting to stroke your throbbing, darkening toes, though tears built up in your eyes once again as you realized you couldn't feel them, “They are broken! Brok—en! Th—that’s not f—fair!” you sobbed, burying your face between your knees.
The boy pouted and hugged your trembling body gently, rubbing his hands up and down your back in an attempt to soothe you. You sniffled and hugged him back, now loudly crying on his shoulder, “You live in this house, right? Let me help you get u—” he started saying, but got interrupted by your mom’s panicked voice.
“Sweetie! Oh my God, I’m so sorry! We were upstairs moving some furniture around and didn't hear you!” your mom said, running over to your small figures and crouching down to check on your feet, which looked completely wrecked. She shot a grateful gaze at the boy that was still comforting you, “Thank you so much for taking care of them.” she said with a small smile. He nodded.
In the meantime, you’d just realized your clothes were completely soaked in your own sweat and a horrible pain was shooting in your head due to the prolonged time the hot summer sun had been mercilessly hitting you on the head, it felt like you were burning up. “Too hot…” you managed to grunt, and the boy cradling you, wordlessly, took off his colorful baseball cap and secured it on your own head instead, giving you an encouraging smile when you wiped off your tears and looked up at him with a pout.
He ended the hug suddenly, causing your bottom lip to quiver again, so he gasped and hugged you again, “Hey, hey, no need to cry! You’ll be just fine now, your mom's here, she’s going to take you inside and take care of you.” you sniffled and nodded, “I’m Hyunjin, by the way!” he said with a big grin, and you mirrored it without even thinking about it.
And ever since he basically had to carry you inside of your new house, given that you just wouldn't let him go, a day hasn't gone by without either of you hearing from or seeing the other. You always had to know and let the other know what you were up to, who you were with and find even the smallest gap between your very different schedules to hang out, be it during the day or at the dead of night.
Everything you and Hyunjin ever seemed to talk about to your other friends was, in some way, related to the other, summer and winter vacations were always spent together, you were each other’s declared-undeclared cuddle buddies and even picked up similar interests up to spend more time together, allegedly, though none of you would ever admit it.
You were Platonic Soulmates, as you both liked to put it.
But as you sat on the floor of your shared apartment and looked through the seemingly endless pictures you took with Hyunjin from day 1 ‘till today, wondering which ones you should print to fill the slots of the new photo album you’d just bought as a gift for his upcoming birthday, you realised that maybe, just maybe, you never got over your small —big— crush on him.
And it was so painfully obvious.
You’ve been scrolling through the pictures on your phone and looking through the already printed ones in your box of old memories all afternoon, and you noticed the lingering gazes you always seemed to throw at him in all of them— be it in candid photos taken by your friends or random selfies with him.
But how could you deny the way you blushed when he complimented one of your flower paintings for the first time as children, or the way your heart fluttered when he started showing interest in your hobby, sweetly saying it was because of you and how cute you looked when you were concentrating?
And after you moved in together to be closer to your university and split the rent, your feelings grew even more. Seeing your crush dry his hair with a towel as he walked around your apartment half-naked, how he cared for you when you felt sick, him using the hair treatment you’d gifted him months ago with a big smile— it all made you think he may reciprocate your feelings.
But, “Hmpf— Who am I kidding?” you huffed as you stared at your lockscreen picture, which showed off your latest picture with Hyunjin; both on your mutual friend’s couch with your legs swung over his lap, one of his hands gripping your thigh as you laughed about something, not even realising one of your friends was taking a picture of you until he sent it to you the next day. As always, you had an enamoured look on your face, “Why do I like him so much anyways?” you mumbled, pouting at Kkami, who was lazily walking towards you to cuddle after a long nap on her fluffy dog bed.
She nudged your arm with her nose, as if she wanted to comfort you, before climbing on your crossed legs and yawning, “Oh. You—You like someone?” you heard a stutter behind you, and you turned around, facing Hyunjin.
He looked so good in his usual blue jeans and baggy t-shirt, covered by a big cardigan you’d made yourself for him when you tried out a knitting class together. Your heart fluttered— it was the first time you’d seen him wear it, “Is that the one I made you? Is it comfortable enough?” you asked softly as you looked up at him, trying to avoid answering his question.
Hyunjin sighed and placed down the multitude of bags he’d been carrying around for hours, then stretched, “Yes, it is. And it’s extremely comfortable.” he said, taking quick strides across the room with his long legs, and crouching next to you, placing a hand on your head, “Oh, you bought a photo albu—” he started saying as you widened your eyes. Shit.
Before you could even think, you yelled— “Don’t look!” and tackled him down, pinning him to the ground by the wrists. Shock showed up on his gentle features, before he pouted his plump lips. It took everything in you to stop yourself from leaning down to connect them with your own, not knowing that was all the boy under you dreamed about as well, “Don’t make that face!” you whined when he gave you his puppy eyes. That bastard, he knew they were your weakness.
“But I’m curious…” he protested, turning his head to try to take a peek at what you were trying to hide, “I swear, Y/N! I’m going to scream if you don’t let me go.” Hyunjin whined.
“Come on, Hwang. Stop being drama—” you stopped talking when his gaze suddenly turned serious and he frowned.
“I won't look if you answer my question.” he whispered, looking you in the eyes. Fuck. You thought he forgot.
“Wha—” you started, breaking eye contact.
He rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw, freeing one of his hands from your grip before squishing your cheeks gently to turn your face towards him, “Don’t play dumb with me, please. You’ve been avoiding it for far too long now.” he whispered, his minty breath hitting your face delicately.
You felt your face burning up and you closed your eyes— you didn't think you could handle his gaze without spilling out your feelings immediately, “I-I’m not playing dumb, I-I just don’t like anyone, tha-that’s why I never answer.”
“Bullshit. I literally heard you say, and I quote ‘Why do I like him so much anyway?’” you gulped and bit your lip, now looking him in the eyes, “What, am I not important enough to know who my best friend is in love with or what? Who is it, hm? Jeongin? Minho? Cha—” he rambled without end, but now you had enough. Enough.
“Fuck, Hyunjin, it’s YOU! It’s you I have a crush on! Is it not fucking obvious?!” you blurted out, and he widened his eyes, dropping the hold on your cheeks. Your eyes watered as you balled your fists on his torso, looking down at your hands, ashamed, “I’ve been in love with you ever since we were seven, and coming home and having dinner together, cuddling in front of the tv or noticing how you always toast a slice of bread for me before you head out to your lectures, seeing how painfully obvious it is that I like you from the way I look at you in basically any picture we ever took together fucking pains me, because I know you don't and will never see me that way.” you cried in the tense silence of your darkening living room, sliding off of his body to sit up next to him. He still wouldn't mutter out a word.
I lost him. I lost my best friend. Why couldn't I keep my shitty mouth shut? I ruined everyth— “Who.” you shot your head up.
“What?” your voice cracked, and you tilted your head in confusion when you saw his wide grin.
Your breath caught in your throat when he tackled you down on the floor, just like you did moments before with him. Your teary eyes latched onto his, looking for anything, anything that could mean that that was the last time you’d ever interact, bracing yourself to be told that he wanted you out of your apartment— though all you could find was fondness. One of his hands slowly found your darkening cheek, caressing it delicately, making you feel as if you were in heaven. “Who.” he leaned down, pecking your forehead softly, and you closed your eyes, “Told.” a peck on the nose, “You.” on your other cheek, “That.” and on the lips.
Your eyes opened wide, “Hyun—” you mumbled as his pillow-like lips repeatedly tasted your own sweetly, lingering on them more and more by the second.
Your breath quickened, your trembling fingers soon finding themselves between his soft locs as he swept his hot tongue on your bottom lip slowly, tasting your sweet aroma for the first time— his dark eyes never leaving yours, conveying much more than words ever could; but still, a continuous back and forth of breathy “I love you” and “I love you so much more” were the only words either of you seemed to remember the existence of for the rest of the evening.
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desperately need a blurb about matty showing este one of the (many) songs he wrote about her, maybe it’s the first one he writes for her! But he’s all nervous and she’s in shock all like “it’s about me??” And bc of her love for literature she’s like delving into the lyrics and falling in love with him and his mind all over again!!!!! could be cute!
Who Else?
a/n: cj!! suuuuch a cute concept thank u for the request💌 it’s kinda implied in the fic that Then Because She Goes is the first song he writes about Este but because it’s so lofty and the lyrics are so buried and vague, i thought it might be more fun to focus on a different (underrated imo) one :))) i hope u like it !!!!!
this another instalment of este and matty as always, read the full fic here <3
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The first test pressing of Being Funny finally sits in Este’s excited hands. She always looks forward to spinning Matty’s work and being able to hold it physically before anyone else. Luckily, it came in a sample sleeve of what the final product would look like—unlike most test pressings that come in boring and generic packaging—so Este is able to admire and study its charming design. Matty watches, thrilled to see her reaction.
Her eyes scan over the sleeves with the lyrics printed over them, picking out her favourites and smiling when she reads them. Knowing how truly earnest Matty had decided to be with his lyrics on this project, she can’t help but blush at the overtly romantic phrases and the fact that they could have been written with her in mind.
“So who’s this one about?” Este poses sarcastically, pointing at All I Need To Hear and giggling in the process. She watches Matty lightly roll his eyes and the corners of his mouth pin up into a grin.
“George, actually,” He jokes.
He’s only just lowered the needle onto the black vinyl, so a couple of seconds afterwards, the two of them hear the telltale piano chords of the opening track. Matty steps back to let it play, taking a seat in the chair that sat next to their sofa. Este follows suit and lightly settles onto his lap, lyric sleeve still in hand.
“Shut up,” she replies, continuing to read away. “I actually can’t think about that song too hard or else I’ll, like, fully weep.”
Matty chuckles, pulling her legs to the left so they dangle off the side and so he can see her face. He sets his arm across her thighs to hold her tight and clasps his hands together around her waist.
“I mean every word, you know.” He says quietly.
Este feels her nose get fizzy with emotion as she reads more of the lyrics.
'Cause I don't need music in my ears
I don't need the crowds and the cheers
Oh, just tell me you love me
'Cause that's all that I need to hear
She thought about how punctuated by music Matty’s life had been; how it was the only way he can make sense of the world. How deeply it made him feel and know himself. And how it brought him the most important connection he’s built—his audience and the mark he’s left on them.
Then, her mind wandered to the way he somehow unabashedly declares that her love is set above all of that; through the song. It’s the ultimate exclamation of love and devotion.
He wrote that about you, Este thinks to herself. Her nose goes fizzy again. She blinks away the tears that rise.
Her fingers find their way around the nape of Matty’s neck, and she caresses the skin there gently. “I’m serious, love. I’ll snot on you.” Este warns.
They laugh together for a second, then hear the record switch over to Happiness. Matty studies the way her foot begins tapping to the beat and how her lips move ever so slightly, to mouth the words to herself.
“God, this is the best song ever,” Este gushes as the needle scraping along the vinyl helps remind her of how much she loves it. He shrugs, raising his heel along to the song making her bounce up and down. She laughed at how nonchalant he was attempting to be. “Don’t be humble. It is.”
He looks at the floor and then up at her. “Another one written about you.” He says, kissing her shoulder.
She looks down at him, setting down the record sleeve. “Would you really go blind just to see me?”
Matty nods slightly. The brown in his eyes glows with admiration. “I’d go too far just to have you near, too,” he teases.
There’s a shyness in his voice that Este can hear buried beneath the light sarcasm. It makes her heart flutter while Waughy’s saxophone blares through the speakers with charisma.
“Do you always think about me when writing love songs?”
It’s a question she ponders quite often. She’s not sure why she does; but she struggles to conceptualise being the subject of art she loves so dearly. Though Este can tell it’s second nature to him.
“Course. Who else?” Matty answers, like it’s obvious, because it is.
Este shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe the ones before me.”
“Can’t even remember their names, now that you’ve come along.” He says casually.
As they continue to listen, Este eventually gets up to flip it to the next side. But as she does, the conversation they share reminds her of one of the first times Matty admitted to writing about her, and how precious it was.
Este has a clear memory of Matty being on tour in 2019 and sending her messages about Then Because She Goes, when it was a work in progress. She thinks it was easier for him to hint and imply the lyrics were about her—how their times together felt so indulgent even though the pain of parting ways came along with that—because he didn’t have to do it to her face. He had sent her voice memos of it while he was halfway across the world and Este witnessed the song grow from an idea to a fully fleshed moment of splendour on the record. It was such a special experience.
But, when she managed to learn that there was more (quite a few more, Matty would later reveal) on Notes that had an undertone of Este-ness, his admittance was much more timid.
It was after the release of the album was pushed back a few times, a period of time she would frequently find Matty hunched over his laptop screen with stress. The final touches of mixing and mastering were occurring. Track by track, things were being perfected, and Este grew more and more eager to hear the project as a whole.
Finally, Matty asked her to join him for a front-to-back listen-through of the album. They sat down together and shared his pair of Airpods, the left for him and the right for her, and pressed play on his files.
Because of its sporadic final weeks of creation, there were some songs that sounded different to when Este had first heard them, and even a few she hadn’t heard at all. One that was new to her had been a last minute addition that George composed of a rogue idea sitting in Matty’s notes app. It ended up being a favourite of hers.
“You hadn’t shown me Bagsy Not In Net,” Este pointed out when the album was over and she had spilled enough praise.
“We made it so spontaneously. Towards the end. I guess it just never came up,” he explained, picking at the skin on his fingers. “Do you like it? I really like it.”
She furiously nodded. “That’s why I brought it up. It really stood out to me.”
Matty clicked randomly around on his laptop and refused to meet her eyes as he said, “I’m glad Bagsy stands out. I was nervous you wouldn’t like it.”
Este’s brows furrowed.
“Since when do you care about whether anyone likes your work besides you?” She said playfully.
“Are you kidding?! I always care about you liking my—”
Este giggled, putting her finger over his lips to muffle his sentence and end it abruptly. “Okay, okay. You do care. But I feel like you’re never nervous. Like, with every other song—”
“I was nervous because Bagsy Not In Net is about wanting to die with you.”
Her mouth remained agape as Matty interrupted. It came out of his mouth with impulse and haste as if it had been sitting behind his teeth begging to be heard.
All the while, his eyes stayed glued to his laptop screen. He was afraid of it being too bold of a concept, or that she wouldn’t feel the same way—given the fact that it had barely been three months since they’d gotten back together. It was easy as ever to write about her and send her little messages through a screen that hinted at him doing so; but having Este’s real and living gaze burn into his face while admitting something so raw was not the walk in the park he hoped it would be. His heart began racing, and he didn’t know when it would stop.
“It’s about me? Are you sure?” Este spluttered.
Matty eventually peeled his eyes away and met hers.
“Who else?”
Later, after a long night, the two of them whispered quiet words to one another in bed before turning over and shutting their eyes. Este had another idea, though, and turned her phone back on. She slipped on her headphones, and opened the audio file sitting in her notes.
Este begged Matty to Airdrop a copy of Bagsy Not In Net over to her so that she could listen to it again. Sure, she was addicted to the charming orchestral introduction and how it pulsated alongside the beat as the song progressed. But really she was just desperate to hear the lyrics again.
She closed her eyes as she listened, taking in each word.
This feeling, it's something when you call me
I'm dealing in death and being lonely
Try it, don't like it
And leaving you here is the thing that I fear, so I fight it
Her heart panged at the idea of Matty being afraid of the end. Then Because She Goes was almost an anthem of hope, or of reassurance, that their time apart would at least be temporary. But this—these lyrics—hit Este in such a different way. It was desperate and stark and honest. Matty was begging for her to agree that they were all or nothing. That even death is something they ought to do as a pair. Este couldn’t possibly make sense of how huge the sentiment was, and how beautifully it came together with the instrumental.
The song looped a couple of times before she finally pressed pause. Este shrugged the headphones off of her head and set them back onto her bedside table. The noise of her headphones made Matty open his eyes, realising that she was still awake.
Her back was turned to him, so he peered over her shoulder to see the glowing screen of her phone. He watched Este open the notes app on her phone, and slowly type, “Do you want to leave at the same time?” into a new file. He sleepily smiled.
She didn’t label it, or type anything further. Copying the line heard over and over in her new favourite song was the only objective. She was hoping that making note of it would help her remember it forever, even though she probably would anyway.
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You’re never too broken
Requested by @girlfuckthatwhore on an upcoming event but I decided to write it early.
Warnings! This is angsty but it’s hurt comfort. COMFORT. Because JJ is a sweet boy and I said so. Talks of abuse! Injury! Your dad sucks in this! Fluff! Friends to something more in the end! This is a blurb so it’s short.
You knocked on JJ’s door. Sniffling and desperately trying to stop your bloody nose. Your dad went ballistic on you. You came up short with promised rent money but your job made you overworked and underpaid.
And when you told you you were two hundred dollars short; he responded with his fist.
It wasn’t the first time he had put his hands on you. But this was the worst. And you came to the door of the only man who understood you.
JJ opened the door, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and he was shirtless. Once his vision cleared, he gasped and took a momentary step back. He said your name in disbelief and gently grabbed your shoulder.
“Did you walk here?” You nodded. You felt empty. Numb. But you knew a storm was coming with a spew of tears.
“I got you,” JJ pulled you inside and kicked aside a pile of clothes. “Sorry for all this shit.” He guided you to sit on the couch where he slept.
“I don’t want-I mean if your dad-“
“He’s gone. He left a few days ago.” JJ ground out but softened when you lowered your gaze.
He sat next to you and cupped your chin. He clenched his jaw. “I’ll kill that fucker. Shit your nose is bleeding.” He began to move, his temper flaring and you grabbed onto him.
“No, no, please don’t leave me. I’m begging you. I need you to stay with me. I don’t want to go back there.” You started crying, your shoulders shaking and you crumbled. JJ wraps his arms around you, one secure on your waist and the other around your shoulders.
“I got you. You’re safe with me.” JJ pulled back and pressed a kiss to your forehead. His own eyes watering, “I get it, baby. I get it better than anyone. But I’m never gonna let him hurt you again.”
JJ grabbed tissues on the side table and gently wiped the blood from your nose. You swiped away tears then flinched from the swelling of your eye.
“He wore rings didn’t he?” JJ growled as he studied your eye more closely. “The son of a bitch.”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with him. He went crazy.” You whispered and shrank when his eyes cast over the way you clutched your abdomen.
“Let me see,” JJ shook his head when you started to protest. “It’s okay, I need to see if anything is broken.” He was trying to remain as calm as he could, not wanting to scare you but the fire in his expression alerted you he may snap if he saw.
“JJ, I don’t want you to leave and do something stupid.”
“Don’t worry about me. This is about you. You’re my girl.” He cleared his throat when you looked at him. “You’re my best friend. And I want to take care of you.”
You gingerly lifted your shirt and JJ looked away before staring at the bruises on your ribs and stomach. “Motherfucker.” He hissed as he ever so slightly touched them, assessing for anything broken. “He didn’t break them, but-“
“JJ, please don’t leave. I don’t care, I just need you.” You started begging again.
“Shhh, I won’t leave. I promise.” JJ swallowed. “I’m gonna get you some ice.”
“JJ-I just-“ You whimpered as you shifted. But you stretched your arms out. “Can you please just hold me? All that can wait. But I need you to just hold me.”
JJ immediately swept you in his arms, laying down so you were on his chest. He hated the thought of you being uncomfortable but the way you buried your head in his chest and weeped told him this was more important. He pressed kisses to your head, letting you get it all out. Fucking who knew how many times he cried alone in his room over his shit dad. He’d never let you feel the way he did. Alone. He was in love with you. And had been for so long. And he wouldn’t let this happen again. Not to his favorite girl in the world.
“JJ, I feel like I’m too broken. That he took everything away from me.” You whispered against his neck.
He adjusted himself so he could look you in your red rimmed eyes. “You’re never too broken. Okay? You know that? You’re never too broken for me-I mean.”
“I know.” You gave him the tiniest smile and cupped his jaw. “Can I sleep for a little bit?”
“You can sleep however long you need to. I’ll be here.”
He would always be there for you. And from the way your breathing slowed and your cheek rested on his chest, above his heart, he knew you felt the same way about him.
You felt safe.
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ok mickey hear me out:
sweetener blurb where bling is recording a live doing a skincare routine/makeup and al is eating her out under the table/dressing table 😋
obviously whoever is watching will notice something's happening is because of her reactions and the constant glances she gives down there.
- 👻 (i've made countless requests before but i never identified myself, i don't know if it makes any difference now but whatever lol)
well now you have your own tag! :D
"okay! now that i've washed off my cleanser, i'm gonna apply...this."
you hold the container of eye cream up to your cell phone on the tripod as you wait for the camera to focus. once the screen unblurs, you read the product's label before opening the container, dipping a finger into the smooth cream, and gently patting the cream under your eyes.
"so, yeah, i just pat in there like so. it's super refreshing and honestly—ow!" you wince as your fingertips accidentally poke the inside of your eye, the painful sting quickly replaced with pleasure as alex licks another long stripe along your wet folds. you cover your mouth when your jaw falls slack, unconvincingly playing it off as a yawn.
you shoot a warning glance underneath your cluttered vanity, but alex isn't there to see it, given how far his head is buried between your plush thighs. you raise your head as your phone chimes, crimson and heat filling your cleansed face.
blingbrat: omg are you okay bling?
"yeah, i'm good! just a little tired. that's why we're doing a nighttime routine, right?" you chuckle nervously, your eyes and lust-shrouded brain unable to remember the next step of your routine. a trembling hand reaches for...what was it again? toner! yes, your toner.
you show it off to the camera timidly, your toes curling into the pink carpet under your feet as his wet mouth shrouds your clit, gently sucking and flicking his tongue over the sensitive nerve.
your heart rumbles through the satin of your nightgown as you glance downward one more, a hot stream of saliva and your slick staining the velvet cushion of the vanity chair. alex's hands run along the smooth skin of your legs as his mouth becomes more restless, his tongue swirling and twisting in frantic patterns both in and outside of your weeping cunt. you squeeze, perhaps too much toner, onto a cotton pad before swiping it across your flushed face. wait. aren't you supposed to be giving instructions or something?
"u-uh, yeah," your voice trembles as you begin. "t-this is a...great toner. it really gets the oil out of my—oh." your eyes blissfully shut as two fingers glide into your sticky walls, pumping in and out of you at a hurried pace, all while his tongue flicks wildly at your clit.
the wet, squelching noises emitting from under the vanity get louder as his fingers move quicker, and you really can't give in, but your body wants to. you spread your legs and drop the cotton pad, quickly moving on to the next step.
johnniedoe: Where's Al? x
"he's under...under the blankets! h-he's asleep!" you smack him atop the head with a pack of makeup wipes when you hear him chuckle.
you pick up the serum bottle, repeat the same song, and dance, but move more clumsily than last time. biting your lip, you quickly apply the serum to your face in soothing circles akin to your boyfriend's tongue motions. his fingers curl inside of you as they plunge into your cunt, his fingertips beginning to brush on a particular spongey area, making your face twist in bliss.
you quickly shift your blissed expression to nervous content, watching as the comments become flooded with question marks and confused emojis. perhaps skipping to the final step of your routine is for the best.
"finally, i put on my moisturizer..." you scan the vanity for your night cream, biting hard on your lip as his fingers deliciously brush against your g-spot. miraculously, you open the lid with a straight face, ignoring the familiar tightness building in your core.
pinksavory: waaait! tell us about the serum!
internally, you roll your eyes.
"the serum? it's strawberry-scented, so you know i love it," you giggle. your eyes quickly move to alex underneath you, and you're annoyed that you can't kick the grin off his handsome face. his wet lips kiss tenderly along your inner thighs before leaving a lingering kiss on your clit.
his large eyes look up at you as he mouths: "are you close?" he knows the answer, but you nod anyway, rocking your hips against his fingers.
while your hips swish back and forth, you apply your night cream. the tension in your lower half becomes more intense as you swipe the cream across your face, your hands even stopping so you can focus on your forthcoming bliss. when your phone chimes again, you resume rubbing in the cream, heat rushing to your ears. you study both sides of your face in the mirror for any excess product.
you remember you didn't read the label to your audience, but with the unraveling of the tightness in your core, it'd be in your best interest not to dwell on it. just post a link or something.
"and... that covers it! that's my routine. i’ll post a story with everything i used. mmm, hold on just one second, guys."
unbeknownst to you, your shaky finger misses the pause button in the corner of the screen by a mere inch as your hands quickly move to take hefty fistfuls of alex's hair. you moan as if you've been holding your breath, your tight walls preparing to close around his fingers.
"fuck, alex."
castingcouch2: IS HE UNDER THE TABLE????
blingsb1tchh: ijbol she forgot to pause it 😭😭
you flutter around his fingers with a hearty moan, the buzzing and chiming of your phone practically muted as your cry fills the bedroom. your thighs jolt as alex removes his fingers to soothingly massage your trembling thighs, mumbling praises against your skin. when your cloudy eyes meet your phone again, you notice the comment thread moving faster than when you did your skincare. like, a lot faster.
your phone's mirrored image of your confused expression puts together the puzzle as you embarrassingly hide your face in your clammy hands.
johnniedoe: I KNEW IT
sweetesttreatt: y’all can never save it for the stream i SWEAR
blingbrat: at least ur skin is glowing
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CONGRATS ON 1K, BABY!!! 💗🎉 you deserve it, luv.
blurb with prompt nr. 9 with el? 👀 you already know i need me song angst, baby!
Tam, thank you baby! We live for angst don’t we?! I hope this is angsty enough for ya! Xo 🩷
Prompt #9 with Elvis Presley - “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
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“Mr. Presley?” A faraway voice was speaking somewhere above him, probably to his father. He didn’t feel old enough to be called that. “Mr. Presley?” The voice said again and Elvis startled as a nurse’s hand settled gently on his shoulder and he looked up at her with a blank stare, tired blue eyes blinking slowly. Poor dear, thought the nurse, he hasn’t slept in two days.
Two days since you went into labor with the twins. Two days since complications arose just after their birth and the doctors had to forcefully remove Elvis from the delivery room, crying and fighting them every step of the way, terrified he’d never see you alive again. Two days since the doctors did everything they could but you went into a coma anyway. Two days as a father but that barely seemed to register with Elvis as he rarely left your bedside, sometimes just holding your hand. And sometimes, in the wee hours of the morning, he crawled into bed with you, wrapping his long body around your smaller one, laying his head on your shoulder and weeping like a little boy. The nurses could hear him from the hallway as he repeated one thing over and over again like a prayer - “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” More often than not everyone within earshot ended up crying right along with the King of Rock n Roll.
The nurses brought the babies to him to hold every day for a little bit. One boy and one girl. He couldn’t bear to name them, not yet. Not without you. Even though you’d talked about names together, laughing in bed at Graceland at the silly ones and growing serious when you talked about naming one after his mother if you had a girl. He still couldn’t bring himself to name them, make it official. He was stubborn. He would wait. If he just waited, everything would be ok.
Now the nurse places the baby boy in his arms while the little girl sleeps in a bassinet next to him. Two little cherubs in pink and blue blankets, matching tufts of blonde hair. Baby boy squirms with his tiny fists clenched and makes little mewling noises. He lets out a high-pitched howl and Elvis bends over him, running a finger across his cheek to soothe him. When he looks up, he’s stunned to see your bleary, confused eyes staring back at him. He breathes a prayer of thanks as he gathers you in his arms, baby and all.
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One more day to join my celly here!
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